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areyoufuckingcrazy · 23 days ago

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I’ve been craving an angst fic. I had this idea to where the batch had been traveling with the reader for a while but during a mission she dies but they don’t realize because they’re just imagining her still there. It only when they land and Rex or Cody can’t see her and are looking worried and then her ghost goes “I’m not here I never was” and it dawns on them that they did see her die but just refused to process it. Pls add or change anything you see fit! Love your work!! -🗡️

“Never Was”

Bad Batch x Reader

Warnings: Death, grief, denial, hallucinations, emotional breakdowns, trauma

They didn’t talk about the moment it happened.

Not when the smoke cleared.

Not when Hunter picked you up in his arms, limp and already cooling.

Not when they returned to the ship in silence, coated in ash, blood, and loss.

Wrecker had kept asking if you were okay.

Tech had answered. Echo had nodded. Crosshair had rolled his eyes and muttered something about how you’d “survived worse.”

Hunter hadn’t spoken.

He’d laid you on the medbay table like a child putting a doll to bed, covered the wound in bacta patches he knew wouldn’t work, and sealed the door.

That’s where you stayed.

That’s where the lie began.

“I can’t believe you beat me at dejarik again,” Wrecker chuckled the next morning, shoving another piece across the board. “You cheat, I know it.”

You smiled.

At least, they thought you smiled.

She’s sitting next to me, Wrecker told himself. She’s right here.

She always sat with her legs curled under her, cheek resting on one hand, always too clever for her own good. She teased him when he lost and high-fived him when he won. She was warm. She was solid.

She was everything the war wasn’t.

He could feel her laugh. Could almost hear it.

Almost.

He refused to notice how cold the spot beside him felt.

Refused to see that no one else was looking at her.

Tech didn’t question the strange drop in the ship��s life sign readings.

Not really.

“Well, the long-range sensor’s still realigning after atmospheric interference,” he reasoned aloud, speaking to the co-pilot seat. “That’s why it only shows five. I’ve recalibrated it twice. Must be a bug in the system.”

You didn’t answer. But your presence was familiar. He filled the silence with theories and technical babble, as always.

She’s here, Tech told himself. She’s just tired. She’s recovering.

She never interrupts when she’s sick.

Yes, that explained everything.

Never mind how he’d stopped writing her name in the crew manifest logs.

Never mind that every diagnostic scan came back clean—no record of her vitals.

Never mind that the medbay had been sealed shut for four days.

Crosshair saw you the least.

He never said why.

“You’re quiet,” he’d mutter into the dark, cleaning his rifle at his bunk. “Weird, coming from you.”

No one else heard him talk to you.

No one else noticed him staring too long into empty corners of the Marauder, jaw twitching.

No one else saw the way he paused before every mission like he was waiting for you to strap in beside him, fingers brushing the empty space where your gear used to hang.

He kept the sharpshooter slot clear on every op.

Didn’t let anyone touch it.

Not even Echo.

Echo was the one who started to suspect first.

But he didn’t want to believe it.

“She’s… she’s resting,” he mumbled when Hunter passed by the medbay door, brows pinched. “Still healing.”

“I know,” Hunter replied, without looking.

They didn’t check.

Neither of them had stepped inside in days.

Echo had tried once. Had nearly pressed the keypad to open the door, hand trembling.

He couldn’t bring himself to see what lay beneath the sterile lights.

Instead, he’d gone back to the cockpit. Spoken to the air like you were still curled in the co-pilot’s chair. Told himself he could hear your breathing.

A trick of the engine hum, that’s all.

Just that.

Hunter felt you the most.

He felt you everywhere.

That soft breeze in the hallway when no vent had kicked on.

The lingering smell of your skin in the air—sweat and spice and something uniquely you.

The hum of your laugh echoing in the silence of hyperspace.

The imprint of your weight when he sat down on the edge of his bunk and swore he felt the mattress dip beside him.

His senses screamed that you were there.

But deep down, past all the layers of instinct and deflection…

He knew.

By the time they reached the GAR outpost, the hallucination had become so entrenched in their world, no one dared question it.

“She’ll come with us after the briefing,” Echo told Rex.

“She’s still recovering,” Tech added, eyes tired behind his goggles.

“Still beats Crosshair at sharpshooting,” Wrecker grinned.

Rex’s face tensed. “Where is she?”

“Inside,” Hunter said quickly, too quickly. “She’s just… inside.”

Cody frowned from across the tarmac. “Your ship only scanned five signatures. Is she suited up?”

Tech blinked. “I—what?”

“Scans don’t lie,” Rex said carefully. “There’s no one else aboard your ship.”

Silence.

Cold and brittle.

Like the vacuum of space between them.

Hunter turned and walked.

Not ran. Walked.

Every step felt heavier than the last.

They all followed. Wordless. Pale.

No one spoke as they reached the Marauder.

The ship greeted them with normalcy. The hum of systems. The flickering console lights.

The medbay door stood quiet.

Still sealed.

Still untouched.

The keypad blinked.

Waiting.

Hunter pressed it.

The hiss of the door opening echoed louder than any blaster fire ever had.

And there you were.

Laid out exactly where he left you.

Armor burned open over the stomach. Hands crossed over your chest. Skin pale. Lips parted in something between a breath and a goodbye.

Cold.

So cold.

And still.

There was no laughter. No warmth. No teasing smile. No dry wit or quiet jokes or tired lean against a shoulder. No co-pilot. No shadow.

You had died.

And they had seen it.

And they had forgotten it on purpose.

Hunter staggered back.

Wrecker made a broken noise like something tearing apart in his throat. He dropped to his knees and kept shaking his head. “No… no, she was there, she was right there, I gave her my—I gave her my snack!”

Tech stood frozen, lips parted, like equations were running and crashing inside his skull all at once.

Crosshair’s hands trembled.

Echo reached for the table like touching it would change what lay atop it.

Then, the air shimmered.

For just a breath.

There you were.

Not flesh. Not blood.

But something else.

Light.

Blue and soft and grieving.

You looked at each of them in turn.

Eyes wet. Kind.

“I’m not here,” you said.

Your voice wrapped around them like a final embrace.

“I never was.”

And you were gone.

The silence broke like a dam.

Wrecker sobbed, clutching his head.

Tech turned and walked out, slamming into the wall outside the medbay, sliding down until he hit the floor.

Echo stared at the place you’d stood, eyes brimming with tears, fingers still stretched out.

Crosshair didn’t speak.

He didn’t move.

He just dropped into the seat near your cot and bowed his head into his hands.

Hunter stood alone.

He felt it all.

Every memory. Every sound. Every touch.

He felt you die in his arms again.

And this time—he didn’t pretend otherwise.

They held a funeral on a remote moon the next day.

Hunter picked the place. You always talked about seeing an ocean again. It was the closest he could find.

They didn’t say much.

Words didn’t matter anymore.

Wrecker carved your name into the side of a sea-facing cliff with his vibroblade.

Tech left your datapad among the rocks, its last entries encrypted. He didn’t try to unlock them.

Echo brought flowers from the market. You always liked the ugly ones.

Crosshair left a single round.

Unfired.

Hunter lit the pyre himself.

The wind carried the smoke over the sea.

⸻

Later that night, when the stars came out, Hunter sat alone on the edge of the Marauder’s ramp.

He didn’t cry.

Not anymore.

He just stared up at the void you should’ve still been in.

A breeze whispered past.

He didn’t look back.

Didn’t need to.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“I should’ve let you go.”

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venigni · 7 days ago

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Adventures of Pinocchio Character References in Lies of P

Ok so this is just copy-pasted from Wikipedia. I left the descriptions for context for those who might not be aware of the book characters. Characters I don't know are represented with "???". If you know any, please let me know and I will edit them onto this list!

P / Carlo

Pinocchio – A marionette who gains wisdom through a series of misadventures that lead him to becoming a real human as reward for his good deeds.

Giuseppe Geppetto and Polendina

Geppetto – An elderly, impoverished woodcarver and the creator and father figure of Pinocchio. He wears a yellow wig that resembles cornmeal mush (or polendina), and because of this the children of the neighborhood and some adults call him "Polendina", which greatly annoys him. "Geppetto" is a syncopated form of Giuseppetto, which in turn is a diminutive of the name Giuseppe (Italian for Joseph).

Romeo (Lampwick)

Candlewick aka "Lucignolo" – A juvenile delinquent who is as tall and thin as a wick. He is Pinocchio's best friend, but also serves as a bad influence for him. His nickname translates to either "Lampwick" or "Candlewick" because of his lanky physique.

Parade Master

The Coachman (l'Omino) – The owner of the Land of Toys, who takes naughty, disobedient, and lazy children there on his stagecoach, which is pulled by twenty-four donkeys with white shoes on their hooves. Once the children who visit turn into donkeys, he sells them for labor.

Fuoco and the appearance of the Parade Master

Mangiafuoco ("Fire-Eater" in English) – The wealthy director of the Great Marionette Theater, who has red eyes and a black beard that reaches to the floor, with his mouth being "as wide as an oven [with] teeth like yellow fangs". Despite his appearance, Mangiafuoco is not evil.

Sophia Monad

The Fairy with Turquoise Hair (la Fata dai capelli turchini) – The spirit of the forest, who rescues Pinocchio and adopts him first as her brother, then as her son.

The Pistris (submarine) and Simon Manus

The Terrible Dogfish (Il terribile Pesce-cane) – A mile-long, five-story-high fish. Pescecane, while literally meaning "dog fish", generally means "shark" in Italian.

Gemini / Monad's Lamp

The Talking Cricket (il Grillo Parlante) – A cricket whom Pinocchio kills after it tries to give him some advice, and later returns as a ghost to continue advising him.

Green Monster of the Swamp

The Green Fisherman (il Pescatore verde) – A green-skinned ogre on the Island of Busy Bees who catches Pinocchio in his fishing net and attempts to eat him.

Red Fox and Black Cat

The Fox and the Cat (la Volpe e il Gatto) – Greedy anthropomorphic animals who pretend to be lame and blind respectively. Throughout the story, they lead Pinocchio astray, rob him, and eventually try to hang him.

Antonia Cerasani

Mastro Antonio ([anˈtɔːnjo] in Italian, /ɑːnˈtoʊnjoʊ/ ahn-TOH-nyoh in English) – An elderly carpenter, who finds the log that eventually becomes Pinocchio, planning to make it into a table leg until it cries out "Please be careful!" The children call Antonio "Mastro Ciliegia (cherry)" because of his red nose.

Arlecchino, Pulcinella, and Rosaura

Arlecchino, Pulcinella, and Signora Rosaura – Marionettes at the theater who embrace Pinocchio as their brother.

???

The Innkeeper (l'Oste) – An employer who is tricked by the Fox and the Cat and unknowingly leads Pinocchio into an ambush.

Stalker Falcon (Noble Knight)

The Falcon (il Falco) – A falcon who helps the Fairy with Turquoise Hair rescue Pinocchio from hanging.

Reporter Medoro

Medoro ([meˈdɔːro] in Italian) – A poodle who is the mice-pulled stagecoach driver for the Fairy with Turquoise Hair. He is described as being dressed in court livery. He wears a tricorn with gold lace over a wig of waist-length white curls, a chocolate-colored velvet coat with diamond buttons and two huge pockets filled with bones, crimson velvet breeches, silk stockings, and silver-buckled slippers.

Owl Doctor and ???

The Owl (la Civetta) and the Crow (il Corvo) – Two famous doctors who diagnose Pinocchio alongside the Talking Cricket.

Parrot ("Alidoro")

The Parrot (il Pappagallo) – A parrot who tells Pinocchio of the Fox and the Cat's trickery and mocks him for being tricked by them.

"The Judge" (gorilla at the zoo)

The Judge (il Giudice) – An old gorilla who works as a judge of Catchfools.

???

The Serpent (il Serpente) – A large serpent with bright green skin, burning fiery eyes, and a smoking pointed tail.

???, the Robber Weasel, and The Atoned

The Farmer (il Contadino) – An unnamed farmer whose chickens are plagued by weasel attacks. He previously owned a watch dog named Melampo.

???

The Glowworm (la Lucciola) – A glowworm that Pinocchio encounters in the farmer's grape field.

White Lady / Patricia Corday

The Pigeon (il Colombo) – A pigeon who gives Pinocchio a ride to the seashore.

???

The Dolphin (il Delfino) – A dolphin who gives Pinocchio a ride to the Island of Busy Bees and informs him of the Terrible Dogfish.

Lumacchio

The Snail (la Lumaca) – A snail who works for the Fairy with Turquoise Hair. Pinocchio later gives all his money to the Snail by their next encounter.

Alidoro

Alidoro ([aliˈdɔːro] in Italian, /ˌɑːliˈdɒroʊ/ AH-lee-DORR-oh in English, literally "Golden Wings"; il can Mastino) – The old mastiff of a carabineer on the Island of Busy Bees.

??? and Mad Donkey (reference to donkey fever)

The Marmot (la Marmotta) – A Dormouse who lives in the Land of Toys and informs Pinocchio of the donkey fever.

???

The Ringmaster (il Direttore) – The unnamed ringmaster of a circus that buys Pinocchio from the Coachman.

???

The Master (il Compratore) – A man who wants to make Pinocchio's hide into a drum after the Ringmaster sold an injured Pinocchio to him.

???

The Tuna Fish (il Tonno) – A tuna fish as "large as a two-year-old horse" who has been swallowed by the Terrible Shark.

Giangio / Philippus Paracelsus

Giangio ([ˈdʒandʒo] in Italian, /ˈdʒɑːndʒoʊ/ JAHN-joh in English) – The farmer who buys Romeo as a donkey and who Pinocchio briefly works for. He is called Farmer John in some versions.

Not mentioned on the Wiki page:

Eugenie

Eugene, Pinocchio's human classmate, who gets wounded on the head from a book.

#lies of p #lies of p overture #lop overture #lop spoilers #PLEASE reach out to me if you can think of who the ???s would be referring to!#longpost

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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 4 months ago

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The Cursed Warlords - Chapter #Thirteen - Crushes

A nice hot springs break and some girl talk

“You know… I seriously think there is something wrong with those monkeys,” Su said as you approached her house.

It was a small building that was set inside of a large cave. A wooden log building with a roof made of some sort of straw material. There were two windows facing towards the entrance of the cave and a wooden door in the front. Etchings of flowers lined the trim around the door as well as the trim around the windows too.

You were so focused on the house that you didn’t even notice when Su mentioned the two monkeys on your shoulders. They however took a lot of notice and sent glares towards her in anger, they were too weak to do anything against the fox demoness in this form but they still sent glares. Su responded with a smirk towards the cubs, showing them that she was wise to their tricks.

Her smirk softening into a smile when you looked back at her, “I guess… thank you? For helping us I mean…” You didn’t really know what else to say, you could practically feel Spirit’s glare from behind you even though it was facing Su and not you.

“Don’t worry about it dear… sorry for hitting you so hard Spirit. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t recognize me,” Su said scratching the back of her head nervously.

Spirit grunted refusing the speak as she looked away. Entering the house you smiled at the cozy interior. There was a fireplace, a small table and cushions EVERYWHERE. The floor was littered with blankets and pillows of all sizes.

Peaches chirped in your ear looking around while Plum stayed silent as he too glanced around the room. It was… small. At least compared to their own home and room in the Stone Palace on Flower Fruit Mountain. Plum felt your hands gently comb through his fur and dirt fell to the ground. Due to the dual from Spirit and Su, everyone was covering in a thin layer of dirt.

“How… how do you know me? You’re so confident that we’ve met before, so… how?” Spirit finally spoke up as she dusted off her arms calmly, her face was scrunched in confusion.

Su looked back at her and remained silent for a long moment. Combing a hand through her hair she let out a deep sigh as she dragged her hand to the back of her neck.

“… Maybe we should get cleaned up. There is a wonderful hot spring a little ways from here, I can explain then,” Su finally said with a nervous smile.

You stared at him for a moment and looked at Spirit who debated it for a moment. You were absolutely covered in dirt and a hot spring sounded absolutely heavenly.

Peaches hit the back of your head with his tail as he stared at the demoness who suggested the bath, he needed a grooming session and wanted one. He hated being covered in dirt, and grim for a long period of time. Plum was on his side of course, they were monkeys and needed to be kept clean. Weather you went to the spring or you decided to groom their fur by hand they wanted to be groomed!

Chirping at you, they both looked at you expectantly. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at their antics. You glanced over to Spirit waiting for her approval and then grinned as she gave a short nod. Yes!!

>>>

Wukong wasn’t sure where to look, he hated to think it. To think that you looked oh so beautiful. You had stripped down your clothes and walking into the water. And Wukong couldn’t help but stare, he shook his head to snap out of it.

While he was trapped in his own thoughts Macaque was beside him with a glare set on his face. You were human, and humans didn’t deserve his the same thoughts racing through his head, however he decided to inspect the water. He had no reason to look at you, weather you were beautiful or not, and you sure were beautiful. It made his mind wander as he thought of what you would look like decorated in gold and gems. He quickly pushed that thought away, his MATE was the only one he should be thinking about like THAT

You simply sank into the hot spring water, a sigh leaving your lips as the perfect temperature covered your body. The rocks surrounding the spring were warm to the touch and the perfect complement to the water within the spring.

You glanced over at the monkey cubs who looked at the spring with a glares. You assumed they were thinking of the bath you gave them a few days ago and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Enjoying the water?” Su asked causing you to turn and look at her, you quickly looked away when you realized she was standing naked outside of the spring.

Su laughed as she slipped into the water, “what’s the matter? We’re all women and you’re naked too~” she cooed.

You flushed as you sunk deeper into the water, it was true but she didn’t have to point it out. You were just trying to be courteous, after all you didn’t like people looking at your naked form. It was embarrassing, not that you were ashamed of your body… but still.

You ended up glancing back at her again and took notice to the dark red stripes that trailed up the sides of her legs and up her arms. They were pretty, but you had no idea what type of animal had those, they looks too uniform to be natural, maybe they were tattoos?

*Screech!!*

You whipped your head around to see Peaches in the water, sinking. Plums was screeching as he tried to reach for him. As fast as you could you pulled Peaches out of the water. His fur sticking to his face as he chittered and chirped and coughed up water.

“Oh dear are you alright?” You asked as you pulled the cub to your chest, he was chirping angrily at this point that was good it meant he wasn’t seriously hurt.

“Maybe don’t lean over the edge,” Spirit spoke up as she slid into the water easily, though due to her height she wasn’t able to sit down without being completely submerged. She crawled up to a higher stone so she was waist deep instead of up to her neck.

“Don’t be mean, he’s just a cub,” you responded with a light eye-roll.

‘I AM NO CUB! I’M THE MONKEY KING!’ Peaches chirped loudly with non understandable words.

You didn’t notice the deadly glare that Plum was sending you, his tail flicking angrily. Her bared his teeth, you were touching HIS mate to your bare chest! And he wasn’t stopping you- he should want to kill you, want to torture you! So why does he feel jealous that his mate was the one YOU were holding! He didn’t want you to pick HIM up… right?

“Don’t be mean Spirit, he’s just a sweet little cub,” you said rolling your eyes.

Peaches let out another angered chirp. You let out your own coo at him as you scooped up water and gently massaged it into his fur. His angry chirps soon stopped in favor of purring at the relaxing sensation as he unconsciously nuzzled into you. The dirt from earlier fell away to reveal his dazzling golden fur once more.

“Seriously? You spoil them,” Spirit grumbled as she began to scrub her fur with her claws.

“I don’t SPOIL them, I take care of them,” you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at the monkey demoness.

She leaned against the stones behind her and rolled her eyes right back at you. Using her tail she flicked water at you with a smirk causing you to laugh happily. Shielding Peaches you walked back to the edge of the spring and set him down. Immediately he shook out his fur sending water everywhere.

Su cackled as you were doused in water from the monkey, his hair proofing out as it dried. He let out a growl towards her and then jumped on Plum who shrieked as his dry fur was soon half damp. He snipped at his companion but didn’t bite down as you plucked him into your arms, his furry face flushing as he realized you were holding him to your bare chest.

Scooping up water you gently scrubbed his fur. Pulling dirt and grim out of it as you hummed softly. Su rested on the other end of the spring with a content look across her face as she listened to the humming. It was soft and barely heard but it was nice. You didn’t notice the way Spirit glanced at you or maybe you just didn’t care but you continued to clean the cub. Gently scratching around his ears he slowly fell into your embrace, a low purr escaping his lips.

‘Don’t get comfortable!’ Wukong chirped harshly towards his mate who quickly snapped out of the comfort and shook his head.

However he did snap back at his mate with an annoyed chirp, ‘You did!’

You didn’t really know what they were talking about so you just continued to comb through his fur until he was clean. Setting him back onto the warm rocks he chirped before turning away from you, causing you to chuckle. However what you didn’t know is that he was trying not to look at you, he had no reason to look at your beauty when he had his own wonderful and beautiful mate.

“So, were you going to explain?” Spirit finally spoke up catching your and Su’s attention.

Oh right! You had forgotten about that. Su looked at Spirit with a nervous expression before she groaned and nodded. With a sigh she sat up straighter and stared at the water.

“It was probably around 10 years ago at least. Your mother, a human came through the forest with you. She was trying to find a safe village that wouldn’t try to eat her, and that wouldn’t try to kill you. You two only stayed for about a week before you left,” Su explained calmly as she turned to look up at the sky, there were a few stars in view in the pinkish purple sky.

There was a long moment of silence. You glanced at Spirit and saw that she looked daze and distracted, her eyes staring down at the water. You wanted to say something. Anything that might comfort her but you had no idea what you could say even though you really wanted to.

“… What was she like? My mother that is,” Spirit muttered almost silently.

“Sweet, she was very sweet and kind. She looked after you and made sure you were full before she even touched her own food,” Su explained with a soft smile on her face. “And-“

“That’s enough… I can’t listen to this right now,” Spirit cut her off, gulping down what you assumed was saliva as she clenched her fists.

“Are you sure… I can tell you-“ Su was cut off a second time.

“I’m sure. I can’t listen to any more,” Spirit said nodding her head as she turned and looked away from the other two.

“Spirit?” You muttered with a worried expression, even the cubs had gone silent as she stood in the water, a deep frown across her face.

“I don’t want to talk about it. How about we talk about literally anything else, like I don’t know, Su’s crush on that deer spirit, what was his name Zack?” Spirit muttered, her face quickly shifting to a masked smirk.

Su’s reaction was immediate, a bright red blush flushed across her face as she jumped up to her feet with a start. “HIS NAME IS ZHIYU! Don’t disrespect him!” She growled, fire and sparks licking off of her thick hair.

“Oh that was a strong response,” Spirit snickered and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You need to show him respect, he is the guardian of the forest and someone that you shouldn’t look down on!” Su snapped back, her teeth gritting together as she took insult to Spirit’s words.

You smiled when you noticed the genuine grin that spread across Spirit’s face, maybe it was because she was trying to push her other thoughts away and maybe it was because she was teasing Su but it was real. It was probably best not to push the subject of her mother right now. You were curious sure, after all a human mother? That would mean she knew humans but she seemed so clueless about when you got tired so much so you almost got sick.

“Well how about you?” Su snapped back with a wicked grin. “Do you like anyone?”

Spirit’s face went deadpanned as her face scrunched up in what you could only assume was disgust. You held back a laugh as she shook her head. “No, nope, nada I do not and WILL NEVER have a sexual partner. That is NOT for me, I saw the way you flirted with that guy, I don’t ever want that.” Spirit shook her head as she shivered at the thought.

Macaque cocked an eyebrow, interesting Spirit wasn’t involved with anyone. He had met a few people who refused to settle down and wanted freedom. However it was even fewer that would reject it due to the sexual contact. Most he knew was because they wanted more than one partner not because they didn’t want any. He had however definitely met a few that thought the same as Spirit.

LoopShe visibly flinched when you picked up some of her hair. Carefully you began to comb through it to help clean it. You saw her glance at you from over her shoulder but she didn’t say anything as she allowed you to gently clean her fur. You took extra care not to pull on her fur, that’s when you noticed her back. Along her back were three long claw marks that went from her shoulder-blade all the way down to her lower hip. No fur grew on top of them and they had long since healed from what you could tell.

You were about to ask about them, but decided against it. It wasn’t your place to ask and from the looks of it she didn’t even want to talk about it. After taking a moment to think about it, you decided it would be best not to ask about it.

“Sooo Reader, what about you?” Su spoke up, snapping you out of your own thoughts.

“What about me?” You asked, a confused expression spread across your face.

“What about your love life? You got anyone that you love?” Su asked, an eager look spreading across her face.

You stopped for a moment thinking about it. Did you have anyone you loved? Well you had your family but that wasn’t the same type of love, that was platonic. You wouldn’t say you were opposed to it, the romantic love like Spirit was. You just didn’t have anyone, not romantically.

The question had caught both Wukong’s and Macaque’s attention. Neither would mention it to the other but they both got very curious. You had taken care of the two for several days now and obviously they weren’t interested in your love life but… they also couldn’t reject the fact that you made them feel oh so warm and fuzzy. Like a warm flame lit in their chests, something that they had only ever felt for each other before. Never someone else, let alone a human woman who had showed up out of nowhere.

“I don’t have anyone, I mean not in real life… Would fictional characters count?” You asked curiously, you weren’t even sure why you asked that last part if you were being honest.

“Sure, that works,” Spirit was the one to respond this time, a teasing smirk on her lips.

So you explained, explained the story of Journey to the West. You didn’t really have much thought about it as you spoke, more focused on combing through Spirit’s fur. You didn’t notice the sudden silence until you looked back up.

“I thought the characters Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque were cool,” You finally said and Spirit’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide as you continued to comb through her hair.

Wukong was frozen in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief, he was a warlord who mortals feared and ran away from. No one would be stupid enough to fall in love with him or his mate, he could and would kill anyone who appeared to like his own mate. And he knew that his mate would kill anyone who liked him. But you thought they were fictional characters from some story in… maybe you were from another world.

As he thought about this he felt a warm feeling blossom in his chest. You liked him! Even in another world he was still FAMOUS! So of course you would like him and his mate! Of course he quickly realized what he was thinking and pushed the thoughts out of his head.

Macaque didn’t notice his mate’s reaction. Why didn’t he notice it? Because he was personally blown away, completely blown away by the fact you a sweet, young, beautiful human woman liked BOTH him and his MATE! He should be furious, should want to rip you limb from limb for even thinking about that for HIS MATE! So why? Why did the warmth in his chest just get warmer, it didn’t make him want to hurt you. No it made him was to take you in his arms and cuddle with you. He couldn’t explain the pure joy that burned in his chest.

Su was the first to speak, “You do realize that those two exist right?”

“What?” Your response was immediate and full of shock.

“And they are warlords, warlords who kill anyone in their path,” Spirit added and your eyes widened further.

Su began to speak more, “Yes, Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque are the Demon Monkey Warlords. They are known as the Sun King and the Shadow King after they mated, they rule Flower Fruit Mountain the island of Monkey Demons. They don’t just hunt humans, they hunt for their territories and valuables. They won’t go out of their way to hunt you of course, unless they get curious then they might. Wait wait! No, no don’t cry!”

You didn’t notice the tears in your eyes, this was the most stressful thing you had ever thought could happen to you. You had no idea if they had heard you or not, was The Six Eared Macaque able to hear you!? No no! Don’t be ridiculous there was no way that either of them would hear you! And even if they did surely they wouldn’t think about a mere mortal.

Wukong felt like he should be happy, happy that he sparked so much fear into you. SO why? Why did his heard clench at the sight of your tears, as you freaked out. He glanced at his mate who was also looking at you, a worried expression across his face. The two looked at each other before looking away. They shouldn’t think about that, there was no reason for them to worry about that.

“Maybe we should get you two to bed. You’ve both had a rough day,” Su said as she got out of the spring followed behind by both you and Spirit. Both of you agreed.

>>>

The bed was comfortable, large pillows surrounded you and Spirit like a nest. Su had only one spare bed so you had to share it, not that you were complaining. Spirit was snuggled up like a child, wrapped in a beautiful dark blue blanket. While you laid on the other side of the bed… or was it a nest? Hmm, you couldn’t really tell.

Plums and Peaches were snuggled up into your chest, both of them seemed slightly happier after the bath. They were probably happy that you finally cleaned out their fur, now both of them were sleeping soundly, purrs escaping their lips as they slept.

You had no reason to freak out, surely the Sun Wukong and Six Eared Macaque of this world would never think of hunting down a human. Not for having a crush on fictional characters at least… Right?

Though it also made you think, they were a couple in this world? You didn’t think you were in the world of Journey To The West, at least you were pretty sure you weren’t. If you were then it had a much different history than the story you had read. Letting out a yawn you tried to push the thoughts away, there was nothing to worry about. At least that’s what you told yourself.

You would try to find a way home before anything could happen. You weren’t sure what could happen before then… but you didn’t want to find out. You would leave… after Spirit healed up, and rested. You could tell that she had been stressed with everything going on recently, for now you needed to rest. That was the best idea, yes you two would leave in a day or two, after Spirit had plenty of rest.

<<< Chapter #Twelve - The Deer Spirit

Chapter #Fourteen - Headbands >>>

#dead dove do not eat #sun wukong x macaque #yandere sun wukong #yandere macaque #shadowpeach x reader #cursed warlords au #cursed warlords lmk au #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #Arc one - cursed

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woso-dreamzzz · 2 years ago

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Rival V

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Gooner to Gunner

Arsenal coming calling for you a few weeks after your seventeenth birthday. You've been playing professionally for Linköping since you were fifteen, following the under-seventeen Euros, as their second choice goalkeeper.

You always knew, much like your mothers, that you didn't want to stay in Sweden your whole career. It's off the back of completing your final matches as the Under-seventeen team's captain in a round of friendlies that you get the email.

You're mucking around on your laptop, aimlessly typing something out for one of your classes when you switch tabs to your Momma's emails.

It had been terribly easy to crack the password (your and Morsa's birthdays put together) and you made sure that she didn't know you were logged in. It's not like you had been planning anything malicious but it was Momma's email that was connected to the Amazon account and you were just too impatient to wait to see what surprise she had ordered to celebrate your tenure as captain for the youth team.

You had been tracking the package for days now and just so happened to spy this new email at the top of the list.

You frown. It's got your name on it. You're not eighteen yet so all of your professional stuff comes through either Momma and Morsa and-yes, Morsa was cc'ed into the email too.

You click on it. There's nothing wrong with that, you think to yourself, because it's about you anyway. There's no harm in finding out what it was a bit early.

Your eyes skim through the email, your heart stuttering in your chest.

It was a contract proposal.

The same position, second goalkeeper, but for a hell of a lot more money.

At Arsenal.

You glance behind you.

Everywhere you've ever moved, your framed Leah Williamson shirt ends up over your bed.

Always.

Even when you gained so many more world class player's jerseys (Tia Tana, Alexia, Keira Walsh, just to name a few), Leah's one always ended up over your bed.

Your door swings open and your hurriedly close the tab, writing more nonsense for your schoolwork.

"Morsa!" You exclaim," Knock!"

Morsa laughs. "Sorry, princesse, I don't realise I was raising such a moody teenager."

"I could have been naked," You scoff.

"This early? No chance. I just came up here to say that dinner's ready."

"Dinners ready or it's nearly ready and you're using me to set the table?" You're wise to Morsa's tricks.

"We ordered in. Dinner is actually ready."

By the time that you've washed your hands and made it downstairs, Momma and Morsa have made space for you to slot between them.

You try to keep quiet for a little bit but the email you've just read makes you antsy and anxious.

"So..." You say finally as the show you're watching finishes and your Morsa starts flicking through the channels to find something new. "How was work?"

Momma frowns at you suspiciously. "Good. Why?"

You try to be casual. "No reason. So...no funny email chains? Nothing interesting?"

Momma turns to look at you fully. "What's going on with you? What have you heard?"

You shrug. "Me? Nothing."

She watches you with narrowed eyes. "Magda, what have you told her?"

"Me?" Morsa's got a slice of pizza hanging from her mouth. "Why do you think I've told her something?"

"She's acting suspicious. Just like you do when you know something you shouldn't."

"I haven't told her anything. I've barely seen her all day. She came straight home from training and shacked up in her room to do schoolwork."

Momma is still staring at you as she fishes her phone out of her pocket and flicks through her emails. Like you, it doesn't take her long to find it.

She sighs - long and drawn out and she rubs her temple with her fingers. "I don't know how you found out about this before me but-"

"Please! Please! Please! Please, Momma!" You're kneeling on the ground in front of her, hands clasped together. "I'm nearly out of the contract with Linköping. Please! It'd be such a good opportunity!"

"Whoa, whoa," Morsa says quickly," Slow down. What's going on? Pernille, huh?"

Momma sighs again, turning her phone over to Morsa. "Arsenal is interested in her."

Morsa skims through the email, her eye twitching slightly. She looks at you and says," No. If you want to go to England, we can see if Chelsea will take you."

You sigh just like Momma did. "Morsa, please! I don't even like Not-Wolfsburg! I'll play so good at Arsenal, I promise!"

"First of all," Morsa says," You're seventeen. You have got to stop calling Chelsea Not-Wolfsburg. Second of all, you're seventeen. In what world is moving to England a good idea at the moment?"

"For football!" You exclaim, standing on your feet and grabbing at her hands. You know Momma will support you in anything you want to do, including this. So it's just Morsa (who would probably prefer it if you joined fucking Spurs than Arsenal) that you have to convince. "Morsa, please! I...I'll give it my all! Please! Arsenal's the goal!"

"I thought Wolfsburg was the goal."

"It is!" You say," But that's the long term goal! Wolfsburg will be sure to watch me if I play in the WSL!"

"Wolfsburg was watching your Momma when she was still at Linköping," Morsa points out," Why can't you stay at Linköping?"

"Morsa!" You're getting a bit annoyed now. "Wolfsburg the club I want to retire at! Arsenal for Leah and Aunt Lina and Aunt Stina. Barcelona or Lyon, maybe, for Tia Tana or Daan. And then Wolfsburg!"

That causes a small smile to tug at Morsa's lips. "No Bayern on your list?"

"It's in the maybe category like Barca and Lyon! Don't change the subject! Who knows when an opportunity like this will come up again? The national teams will be sure to watch me properly too, if I'm playing in England!"

Momma laughs. "Magda," She says," Just put her out of her misery, already."

You look between them. "Huh?"

Morsa stands up, drawing you up into a hug. "Of course you can sign for Arsenal, princesse."

"Really?"

"Yes."

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You end up back in London for the first time in years within the month.

A picture goes up on social media on the day you come in to officially sign. You shake hands with the manager and pose for the photo, holding onto your new jersey.

It's probably your most prized possession now with your favourite number on the back - you're challenging yourself to clinch the first keeper position within two years.

At Linköping, your last name was on your shirt.

At Arsenal, it's your first name.

Abruptly, you're brought back to a blurry memory of sitting on the floor of your house before the move to Bayern, when you ran your fingers over Alexia's name, when your Momma explained that some of the best had only their first names on their jerseys.

"There she is."

You look up and then back down bashfully.

Leah Williamson walks up to you. She's older now, than when you first met her all those years ago. She's retired from football - just like your mothers - but she still works in the sector, one of the coaches for the women's team.

"Hi."

"You look good in an Arsenal shirt," She says," Even better now that it's not mine."

You don't know why you say it but you do," I still have the first shirt you gave me. Momma and Morsa got it framed for me."

She grins at you, clapping you on the back. "I had you pegged for a Gunner the moment you wandered into our dressing room." She breathes in deeply. "Let me just take a moment. This is a nice full circle moment for me."

You laugh. "Me too."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson #magdalena eriksson x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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jinxed-lemon · 1 year ago

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Part 2 to my original post of Mean Siblings Unbreakable Bond because it’s funny writing them:

Whenever they play an outdoor game like Hide and Seek or Tag, it’s a battle to the death to achieve victory. Sonic usually wins the most bc he’s the fastest, so the one ace in his sleeve that Tails learned to pull is the waterworks. Sonic find him during hide and seek? Tears. Sonic is close to tagging him? Tails will fall down and pretend to get hurt and start sobbing. Sonic falls for it every time.

Doing laundry? They make it last for hours on end bc they’ll literally take each others stuff out of the wash mid cycle to out their own in. It pisses the other off so much to the point where they’re constantly stopping the wash to switch out the clothes. Oh, Sonic is washing his old blue hoodie??? Too bad, Tails yanks it out of the washing machine sopping wet and drops it on the floor with a splat to put his blanket in. They know that they can probably just wash their stuff together but it’s funnier this way.

They’re play fighting and Tails learned to do that infamous leg kick. You know the move you do when you’re cornered on your back? He just starts kicking his legs at full speed and Sonic starts screaming bc it’s nearly impossible to get past that move.

Sonic is eating chips and he has dust all over his hands? He purposely bypasses the numerous napkins they have just to go up to Tails and wipe his hands over his head to have the chip dust fall on top of him. Tails retaliates by shaking the empty chip bag over Sonic’s head.

Tails is an avid coffee drinker and Sonic has tried everything to stop his addiction. So he tries the famous ‘replace the sugar with salt’ trick to mess with him. One morning Tails puts the salt in instead and when he takes a sip Sonic already had that shit eating grin on his face. Tails immediately spits the coffee in his face and Sonic fall to the ground screaming.

Tails take advantage of his shorter height and sneakiness to kneel down and tie Sonic’s shoe laces. He’ll fall face first and before Tails can book it away Sonic will stick his leg out and make his brother fall too.

Their favorite way to embarrass the other is going onto each others social media accounts and changing something about their profile. Tails logs on one day and finds that his profile picture had been changed to an embarrassing photo Sonic took of him one day and PROMISED not to show anyone else. Sonic goes into his Twitter and for some reason there’s hundreds of posts hyping up Eggman and basically talking about how Eggman is the best/greatest, etc. His profile, header- everything is basically changed to pro-Eggman propaganda.

Fans: are you and Eggman friends now???

Sonic: I was hacked I would never say this shit pls you gotta believe me 😭

Tails LOVES bringing up the ‘divorced parents’ story whenever someone asks about the relationship between him and Sonic. Like Sonic is about to explain how Tails is his adoptive brother and Tails immediately interrupts and says, “Yeah, this is my dad. He got custody of me after the divorce and it’s been really hard lately so try to be nice to him ok? :(“

They’re eating out at a diner/restaurant and Sonic looooves secretly telling the waiters that it’s Tail’s birthday so they’ll do that embarrassing thing of coming to their table and singing happy birthday in front of the whole restaurant. Tails is mortified and covers his face every time and Sonic will record the whole thing like a corny parent and say “Oh he’s just a little shy! Smile at the camera Tails!1!!1!! 😁”

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #tails the fox #unbreakable bond

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foone · 8 months ago

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trick or treat!

TRICK! it's a logs table book from 1943! The digital calculator made these books obsolete!

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The Ball, The Null, and Skulk, oh my!

March started off with one hell of a bang! The long-awaited Ball happened, people got Thanos-snapped into the Null, and there’s a new kind of corruption plaguing the server: Skulk.

The Ball

How did it go? BAD!!!

The Teal Titans hosted a brief pre-party at their base to get everyone hyped up for the event. While everyone was still hanging out in their base, Ros said that the ball’s entry fee was one diamond block and everyone paid. Beky stole a handful of the diamond blocks, and Aimsey accidentally shot and killed her while she was running away. Aimsey felt bad about that, so he and Beky made a deal with the Keepers to transfer one of his lives to Beky in exchange for loot from an Ancient City.

Couples: Aimsey and Ros, Bad and Foolish, Pangi and Sausage, Scott and CPK, Beky and a Keeper, Owen and Pili. Losers who went alone: Tubbo, Krow, and Sneeg.

Sneeg arrived late after purposefully lagging out the server with the Blender, and then tried to refuse to come if the Keepers didn’t teleport his “date” to the ball with him: Burpus with no Purpose, a pillager whose crossbow was taken off it. He had to be teleported back to the ball twice.

Guests were coatchecked; all items besides tools and armor had to be put into shulkers, including enderchests, and given to Keepers for safe-keeping.

Upon entering the ball, there was Faction-specific seating that was only somewhat adhered to. Beky sat with the Blue faction; Pangi, Sausage, and Bad sat with the Yellow faction; Owen and Pili sat alone at the Green faction table.

Faction leaders gave speeches! For full speeches, I encourage checking out Ros’s vod on YouTube. After the speeches, there was dancing and drinking and general cheer! Ros then gave another speech thanking everyone for attending, Foolish for making the Kingdom, and Bad, Aimsey, Pangi, and Pili for helping in the construction of the ballroom itself.

The Keepers announced that they had prepared several games for them to play. Sausage played with the Yellow faction, Pili played with Green, and no one played for Red. Everyone was given a list of items to gather from barrels scattered around the ballroom, bingo-style. After this game was completed, the Keepers asked for each faction to nominate one person who had had the greatest impact on their faction. Blue nominated Aimsey; Yellow nominated Ros; Green nominated Pangi.

The Keepers had one more trick up their sleeves: The factions were given 10 minutes to find 50 logs around the ballroom, or else their chosen people would be “wiped from existence.” 😨 They failed to gather the logs in time.

As the nominees were gathering onstage, all of the tables but Yellow’s were revealed to be trapped and were blown up with a button on Yellow’s table that triggered the explosions. The culprit is still at large.

The Keepers urged the factions to work together moving forward, and then the nominees were kicked from the server.

Beky gathered the Realmers at her library with the siren call of secret information. She revealed the Keepers had given her a set of books about “7 Calamities” and the Corruption, which turned the previous occupants of the Realm into the Keepers we know and “love.” Beky speculated that the players (“Outworlders”) were brought to the Realm in order to become strong warriors. Snails are part of the “Project S.N.A.I.L.” directive to further encourage players to level and become stronger. There have been previous Outworlder groups that failed.

There is a calamity called “The Maddening” which happens when an Outworlder dies a dramatic death. Symptoms include a change in eyes, memory loss, aggression, a shift in personality, and an attraction to Corruption. (Remind us of anything?🤔)

The F.A.C.T.I.O.N. pact is made between all people present; the pact declares that, in the face of any larger threat, the factions will work together to overcome it. After signing it, a Keeper declares that new Faction quests have been disbursed to be completed without their most critical members. The quests were: A bed matching their faction color, an amount of froglights, and a plant/flower (Torchflower seeds, wither roses, and chorus flowers).

Bad and Foolish fulfilled their death pact; Snoozer set off an explosion that killed Foolish. Bad survived and then burnt himself to death. OOC, Bad said that in-character, both were killed in the explosion.

The Null

Ros, Pangi, and Aimsey woke up in a dark room called “The Null.” Each had a color-coded bed made out of carpet. Pangi moved Aimsey and Ros’s beds to be closer together.

They aren’t sure how long they’ve been trapped, although it’s been at least several days. Aimsey thinks it’s been at least a decade, Ros claims 21 years, Pangi claims 50. They’ve given up on their servermates saving them.

After some back and forth and joking around (Ros is building a castle on an iPad, eating Pangi for rations), a Keeper shows up and says that Aimsey can return to the Realm to complete a deal. Aimsey refuses to leave unless he can take Ros and Pangi with him. All three return to the Realm, albeit changed by their experience. Ros returned with severe memory loss.

The three are filled in on Beky’s lore books, and decline to sign the F.A.C.T.I.O.N. pact, citing a distrust of the factions’ ability to work together, especially since the ball had been trapped.

Several people interrogate Ros on her memory loss; Foolish and Tubbo say she has lost her joy and whimsy, and Tubbo and Bad separately accuse her of being an imposter. Bad takes her hostage; she is freed by Tubbo and his Snail Army, but Bad continues to chase her saying he just wants to “cure” her. He corners her in the castle and accidentally sets off Sneeg’s alarm system, freaking Ros out more. He continually tries to therapize her, and then chases her around, hitting her with steak to “jog her memory.”

Pangi claims to have returned “fine,” visibly less shaken by his experience. He even asks to be sent back to the Null to avoid Pili 5 Apples Tall, which is briefly fulfilled. He says he knows that the Null was the Keepers’ realm, and that he feels that the Keepers have been against him since day one. He has stolen one of the Keepers’ cloaks, and he wants to hunt them in their own clothing. He wants to kill them because nobody has seen one die.

[We do not currently have detailed information on Aimsey’s activities immediately post-Null. If you would like to help us fill in the gaps in our reporting, send in a contributor application!]

Skulk?!

[We do not currently have detailed notes on the state of Sneeg and Aimsey’s Skulk infections from the beginning of March. Due to its importance, we are still reporting on it to the best of our ability. If you would like to help us fill in the gaps in our reporting, send in a contributor application!]

Sneeg and Aimsey initially met up to discuss the fact that both of them have been hearing things. Initially they only discussed hearing the Dragon, however after further discussion found that they were also hearing the Warden. Auditory hallucination buddies! They theorized that this had to do with the Dragon Egg Shards, and sought out others who might have them to see if they’d also been hearing things.

The two were instructed to gather ten Warden Souls by the Keepers, and then to spawn and kill the Wardens. The Warden Souls were objects that, when thrown on the ground with a sculk sensor, would spawn in a Warden. Sneeg and Aimsey wandered around an Ancient City, following the sound of heartbeats, to the Warden Souls. They tested killing one Warden in the Ancient City, before returning to the Blender to kill the rest. The Wardens each had a chance of dropping a Cracked Sculk Catalyst, which was what the Keepers ultimately wanted to gather. The Keepers kept three Catalysts for their own purposes, and told Aimsey and Sneeg to each eat one, which they did. Eating the Catalysts gave them back one life, however the Keepers warned them that it would cost them part of their humanity.

Following their Ancient City excursion, Sneeg found that his arm had a Skulk vein growing on it, as well as blocks of Skulk around the Blender and his room in the castle. Aimsey’s second house also has Skulk growing around it.

It has been noted that Skulk acts as a counter to the Corruption, stopping it from spreading when placed around it.

#newsletter #the realm smp #trsmp

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reomikagekin · 6 days ago

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May I request small gen x reader where

Gen is teasing we know but what if reader who is usually veri shy one day gets back at him either a very smooth gesture/line or even dirty and hes just.. shock

Checkmate, Mentalist.

Gen had a hobby, and you were pretty sure it was called: fluster the living daylights out of you.

Every day like clockwork, Gen Asagiri—the self-proclaimed smoothest man on the planet—would find a way to swoop in with that fox-like grin, invade your personal space, and say something that turned your face into a tomato.

“Ohhh, what a cute reaction,” he’d cooed this morning, propping his chin in his palm and leaning across the makeshift breakfast table, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Honestly, it’s kind of criminal how easy it is to make you blush.”

You had choked on your rice. Again.

He pouted dramatically while patting your back. “You’ve gotta toughen up, sweetheart~ the big bad world of flirting’s gonna eat you alive if I don’t train you~!”

You wanted to melt into the ground and vanish.

Gen wasn’t cruel—never genuinely mean. His teasing always carried a strange warmth behind it, even when it made you feel like your heart would leap out of your chest. But still, it was exhausting being the subject of his constant antics. It was like being the mouse in a magician’s hat, always pulled out to gasp and squeak at his tricks.

So you decided: if Gen wanted a game, you’d give him one. Just once. One move.

And you would win.

You waited all day.

Waited through lunch, where Gen winked at you from across the table. Waited through the afternoon, when he snuck up behind you and whispered “Boo~” just to watch you jump and stammer. You didn’t react the way he wanted. Just smiled, sweet and mild.

His brow twitched. You could see the question forming behind his smirk.

And then came the perfect moment: nightfall. Campfire flickering low, casting golden light on his pale skin. Most of the others had gone to sleep or wandered off, leaving the two of you alone.

He was lounging nearby, reclining like a cat stretched across a throne made of logs and moss, one hand behind his head, the other lazily twirling a stick in the fire.

“Y’know,” he mused, eyes half-lidded and voice velvet-smooth, “I always figured you’d be the kind of person who couldn’t hurt a fly. So soft. So shy.” He glanced at you, then smirked. “But then again, shy ones usually hide the most delicious secrets, don’t they~?”

You tilted your head at him, lips curling. “Oh? Is that how you see me?”

Gen sat up slightly, interest piqued. “Oho? What's this? Are you talking back to me now, flower? Have I finally trained you well?”

You stood slowly, walking over to him—not hurriedly, but purposefully, like someone with nothing to lose.

Gen's grin widened as you approached. He expected you to stop a safe distance away.

You didn’t.

You stepped closer. Then closer.

He blinked, briefly taken aback. “Hey now, don’t tell me you’re about to faint on me from being this close, mm?”

Instead, you knelt by his side, leaning just enough that your breath brushed the shell of his ear.

And softly, so very softly, you whispered:

“Maybe I just wanted to see how good the world’s smoothest talker sounds when he moans.”

Silence.

You pulled back, just far enough to see the look on his face.

Gen was frozen.

Eyes wide.

Mouth parted slightly.

For the first time ever, he was completely and utterly speechless.

You tilted your head, acting as if you hadn’t just shattered his brain like glass.

“Did I… hit a nerve, magician?”

He cleared his throat, trying—and failing—to summon his usual theatrical flair.

“I—well—now, now—” He stammered, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve been spending too much time around me, haven’t you?”

You smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “...No. But if you keep talking like that, I might be the one turning red next time.”

“Then I guess we’re even,” you said, settling beside him, the warmth of the fire nothing compared to the heat pulsing between you.

For a moment, he just stared.

Then: laughter. Genuine, breathless, and rich. He threw his head back, still a bit stunned, but deeply amused.

“Well, well, well,” he said finally, voice low and tinged with something unfamiliar—admiration. “Look who just outplayed the mentalist. Touché, sweetheart. Touché.”

You leaned your shoulder gently against his. “Told you I had secrets.”

He chuckled, but this time, there was no teasing edge. Just that rare, quiet fondness he rarely showed unless you caught him off-guard.

“…You’re dangerous,” he murmured, smiling sideways at you.

You smiled right back. “Only when I want to be.”

He never underestimated you again after that.

#dr stone x reader #dr stone #gen asagiri #gen asagiri x reader

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cloverdaisies · 2 years ago

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NOWHERE TO RUN

tbz scream (1996) au

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 @: cloverdaisies

description: if the landline rings, remember to answer the questions 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. you don’t want to be locked in a house with a masked killer. a tbz au based on & inspired by (scream 1996).

warnings: mentions of violence, murder, blood. this is a work of fiction !!! however, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 … 🔪💀

member: tbz x you

channel: @deoboyznet

word count: 5k+

NEWS ANCHOR: “The murder of two high school students in the small town of Saltclover has led to the closure of their local high school due to an outbreak of pranks. Students wearing a costume sold as the grim reaper or as their calling it ‘ghost face’ have been heartlessly terrorizing this suburban school after the incident. This is Madeline Fox, Channel One News.”

♫ PSYCHO KILLER - TALKING HEADS plays faintly in the distance. ♫

🔪 10PM IN SALTCLOVER, 30th October 1996

“AGHHH!” A group of kids scream as a man adorning a ghostface mask whips his around from the corner of a tree. Then they scream again as they see another one behind them.

“Got ‘em.” Juyeon rips the mask of his face, high fiving Changmin as they both chuckle with enlightenment.

“Guys it’s not funny to be wearing those, nevermind scaring the little ones.” You sigh, stood on the front porch with a bowl of candy tucked between your elbow.

“They’re literally middle schoolers, too old to be trick or treating anyway. Besides what? You scared?” Changmin laughed, rubbing the mask in your face before walking inside, Juyeon chuckling shortly behind him.

The crackling of the log fire in the living room created a warm ambience, lighting up the room in an orange light. Duvets and pillows all messily lined across the floor as halloween played on the television on the opposite side of the room.

“And then she screams, the ghost is right behind her. She runs away he catches her and guts her like a fish. It was all a dream though.” Changmin burst into maniacal laughter before tucking himself into the sheets beneath him.

“What if, he caught her, bit off her fingers and became known as the finger ghost.” Juyeon adds with spooky jazz hands, crouched in front us, the both of them kept chuckling and watching your reactions, but nothing.

“You guys, two people we know literally died can you not take this a little bit more seriously?” You asked cocking an eyebrow towards the two boys who stared back blankly.

“The more fear you feel, the more you manifest the danger y/n.” Changmin sighed, grabbing the television remote began flicking the channels for another movie.

Eventually all the horror films that you’d all seen around 3 times over sent all 3 of you to sleep. As you slept soundly with locked doors, closed blinds, a black cat perched upon your windowsill looking out into the moon.

🔪7PM SALTCLOVER, 31st October 1996

♫ BACKSTREET BOYS - EVERYBODY, playing through the stereo system. ♫

Halloween was usually a time of harmless fun, where most normally functioning teenagers dressed in silly costumes and pretended they were in a movie as they trashed somebody else’s shitty house party. Unfortunately with a serial murderer running around it was hard for most of society to have fun, knowing someone in a grim reaper mask could show up any second and take your life from your hands. The boys didn’t seem to let such nuisance bother them as they all showed up to your home, wearing costumes from the classics to movie characters to musicians.

“Guys let’s play ring of fire!” Kevin suggested, suitably clothed in a ruby red leather outfit that resembled Michael Jackson’s from the iconic Thriller music video - seemingly he’d put a lot of effort into crafting the costume, that was much like Kevin. The boys each sprant to the kitchen to table, placing a huge cup in the middle of a circle of cards before each looking at Sangyeon hopefully, who wore a blue jumpsuit, in hand a Michael Myers Mask from the famous horror movie ‘Halloween’

“Oldest first.” Sunwoo, the green power ranger pointed towards the cards waiting for him to pick, a silly smirk painted on his face. “Youngest last.”

“That’s unfair but whatever.” Sangyeon grabbed a card picking up the 9 of hearts and flashing it to the table. “Nine is rhyme, so death.”

“Breath.” Haknyeon, wearing all black with a batman mask, quickly added as they began to go around the table reciting words that rhymed.

“Why’d you pick that? Because you’re breath stinks?” Hyunjae laughed pulling a silly face to the boy who hid behind a chuckle at the remark.

“I was actually thinking about yours.” Haknyeon replied cleverly, sticking his tongue out like a child and then looking at Sunwoo expectantly.

“Meth.” Sunwoo added bluntly.

“What I’ll be doing when I leave this place.” Chanhee, rolled his eyes taking a polite chug of his drink since he couldn’t think of a word that rhymed. He wore all red with glitter on his eyes, his skin glowed off the colour and his neatly arranged side part brought everything together.

The sound of the landline ringing and rattling on the kitchen wall interrupted the circle, Sangyeon sighed and got up as the rest of the boys chatted and carried on with the game.

“Hello Sangyeon. You know …”A mysterious low voice taunted him on the other end of the line, you could almost here the cheshire cat grin across the long eerie pause he left. “I think there’s a snake in the room, I see you’re wearing Michael’s costume quite appropriate for someone who is willing to stab their friends in the back.”

“Who’s this?” Sangyeon furrowed his brows and adjusted his posture as he awaited a reply from the caller.

“Answer the question right to survive, who said this ‘Changmin is so insufferable, I have no idea why we are still friends with him’? Little cut throat to say about a friend right?”

“Oh shutup, prank call another house.” Sangyeon almost let out a cackle at how pathetic the call was in his head, probably just one of their high school friends trying to scare him.

“If you hang up you die. I can see you smiling, how about I cut one into that face of yours smart ass.” The mysterious caller grew angry, spitting down the wire hating the ridicule and how unserious Sangyeon thought he was.

“Okay, listen I said it and what?” Sangyeon smiled, since he knew the answer even if this guy was going to kill him, he was going to be correct anyways.

“Incorrect.” The caller replied with a dubious snicker, the sound of him licking his lips grotesquely sounded crystal clear through the speaker.

“What?” Sangyeon laughed in disbelief, he definitely had said that to a few people before so there was no way on earth it wasn’t him - at least in his mind.

“Sunwoo said it, you agreed remember? Don’t you?” Suddenly, Sangyeon’s memory jogged, despite having repeated Sunwoo’s words he wasn’t the first person to say such a thing.

“Who are you?” Sangyeon demanded to know the caller’s identity, his anger made evident as he gritted his teeth and gripped the halloween mask between his fist damp with fear.

“You didn’t even get to the next round. It was horror movie trivia! Snakes don’t survive in this world and as they always say oldest first!” The caller laughed before the phone was slammed into the receiver by Sangyeon, who then stormed up to the bathroom to cool off.

“What’s wrong with him?” Sunwoo asked, as he looked around at the silence on the table, the boys each staring blankly at each other as if there was something he’d missed whilst he’d went to retrieve a beer.

“Well, I walked past and whoever was on the phone said he’d been talking about Changmin behind his back with Sunwoo.” Jacob replied talking a sip of his drink obliviously, wearing a red polo and green apron with a shitty cardboard prop that read “PIZZA DELIVERY” in his own hand writing.

“Listen Changmin, we didn’t mean it like that-.” Sunwoo tried to excuse himself before Changmin who had dressed as Chucky slammed his palms on the table and walked out, tears in his eyes, into the garden for some air, Hyunjae following closely behind him in his Boy George costume.

“Guys we shouldn’t figh-” Younghoon tried to mediate but ultimately failed, the white garments and halo clearly not doing him any favors in trying to play peacemaker in this little argument.

“Let’s not try solve this right now, quite frankly I can’t be bothered.” Juyeon slammed his beer down on the table next to you, picking up the lasso for his Indiana Jones get up and also walking out on to the patio to observe the night.

“Roger that.” Eric further got up, his blonde hair slicked back and an orange scarf tied around his neck. He made probably the most accurate ‘Fred’ from scooby doo you’d ever seen.

🔪 HEY Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?

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It made you happy to see everyone dressed up and get together at times like this, however you couldn’t bare to see everyone argue over such childish stuff like he said this? he that? bullshit.

Still the party is lively nethertheless, Juyeon appears from the patio seemingly having brought more beers from the garage in his hands.

Before he even began to speak a bloodcurdling scream bellows through the hallways, the sound of footsteps dashing downstairs and muffled tears getting closer to the kitchen.

“It’s Sangyeon, he’s dead! The front door is wide open, someone came in and killed him.” Chanhee screams, the palms of his hands covered in blood, trembling in fear with tears falling down his face. Juyeon gets up and dashes up the stairs followed by Sunwoo and soon Hyunjae as he hears the commotion.

Kevin calls the police, on the kitchen landline and you run to hug Chanhee and sit up down on one of the chairs as you shush and cradle him.

Soon sirens were arriving and red and blue lights flashed through the windows, who could of done this? It can’t be one of us? Surely.

🔪. 2.AM IN SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996

News Anchor: “A killer is indeed on the loose, at a local house party where locals teens were celebrating the halloween season, they found their friend in the bathroom murdered. The police have advised no one to leave their homes until further notice.”

♫ SOMEBODYS WATCHING ME - ROCKWELL ♫ playing over the following scene.

“I mean how did he even get into my house? You don’t understand I’m terrified!” You fiddle with the wire of the telephone as the police search through your home. Eric on the other end of the line agrees, tries to calm you down a little bit, but at the same time he’s seemingly also chill about the situation.

You’d all been questioned on the scene, and whilst they tried to catch the killer who could be nearby, any extra evidence collection was postponed until further notice.

“We’re all done here.” A police officer pops his head through the crack of your door, you quickly ended the call, briefly saying bye to Eric. “Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?” He further asked taking off his hat and giving you a comforting smile.

“Yeah I’ll manage.” You reply with a nod, knowing you were smart enough to keep everything under control on your own.

As the officer and forensic clean up team left, you closed your bedroom door feeling to ill to use the upstairs bathroom with the events of tonight. Before the landline began to rattle and ring on your bedside table again.

“What Eric?” You laugh picking up the phone expecting him to be there on the other end of the line again like he always was, yapping for hours and unable to control his talkative tendencies.

“Hi y/n.. how’s your evening.” A low unrecognizable male voice speaks through the line, you tangle your fingers in the wire and stand to look out of your bedroom window.

“Who’s this?” You ask with an eyebrow raised, a shiver tickling your spine at the sheer depth of his voice.

“How about I get to know you first, what’s your favorite horror movie?” He asked tauntingly, his breath heavy and menacing.

“Hmm.. Probably Friday the 13th why?” You answered the question before rolling your eyes, thinking a man had probably been looking for people to prank call in yellow pages and stumbled across you.

“Well answer me this question, I can see you looking outside but no one is there honey.” He spoke with a sly chuckle after pretty much every word he said and that’s when slight fear started to cross your mind.

“Exactly no one’s there, you’re just trying to scare me liar.” You laugh at him trying to scare you, after all there’s plenty of creeps out there and so many ghostface wannabes. He couldn’t possibly strike twice in one night.

“Oh but don’t you see I am.” With that a firework was set off on your front porch causing your breath to fall short, watching the red lights hit your window causing you to fall back on to your bed clumsily.

“What do you want from me?” You tremble slightly but assert confidence in your voice as he tries to taunt you from the outside.

“Oh I just want you to answer my questions.” You could hear the nature from outside, the trees rustling behind him as he spoke.

“What if I just hang up?” You asked before you heard him begin shouting down the line in a vicious tone about how idiotic you were being.

“Then I’ll gut you like a fish you clever bitch.” He spat clearly violently annoyed you were not taking him seriously, which irked him to the core. Covering your mouth, you realized he was being serious, this is what happened to Sangyeon on the phone? tears beginning to well as he begins to ask his question.

“In the movie Friday the 13th, what happened to the camp in 1958 that made it close?” He asked you a question about the movie you’d seen so many times, you can’t possibly get it wrong.

“Oh,I know this! Jason drowned and everyone thought he was dead..” You bit your lip anxiously, hand shaking, but you knew it ! That’s how Jason got away with it, they all thought he was dead!

“Incorrect. That was in 1957, there was a serial murder at the camp in 1958-” After he spoke those words you slammed the phone down, you should have thought more about your answer but you couldn’t help but think he would have killed you if you’d gotten it right anyway.

You almost wanted to crawl into a hole as the phone line ended, before you heard an immense crash echoing through halls and coming the front door. Footsteps creaking on the staircase, the end was near as the black fabric of his suit trailed the wooden floors.

You grabbed your star light, the metal cage that housed a bulb was the sharpest object in the room before creeping towards your bedroom door, locking it, ready to strike. You weren’t the dumb character in their horror movie, you were the smart one who put up a fight, you will be the one that escapes.

A knock at your door made your heart beat faster before a series of banging, splitting the wood of the door as the killer burst through in the grim reaper mask, gripping a sharp silver dagger.

You threw the lamp with every bit of strength and the killer fell to the ground with the metal wires of the light lodged in his stomach. You ran past him before he got up and chased you down the staircase, grabbing anything on your way and throwing it right at him. You tried to get out the front door but it was bolted shut and ghostface mask grabbed the back of your shirt holding you against him with the knife to your neck. Complying with him by putting your hands up before suddenly breaking free of his grip and pushing his hand away, it was clear he wanted to hear you scream and at least hear you suffer before being able to kill you.

After managing to escape you dash into the kitchen, throwing a chair to break the patio doors which were likely also locked and ran around towards the back gate, also bolted shut and nowhere near budging.

The killer stood at the end of the alleyway next to your house, slowly stepping closer as your back pressed against the back gate. Next to your foot there was a brick that prevented the gate from swinging open in the night, grabbing it you lobbed it straight towards the killer, hitting him square where he was already injured.

“How dare you kill my friends asshole.” You yelled at the top of your lungs before placing both feet on the metal bars of the fence and jumping over with a struggle, barely landing on your feet. You ran onto the street in front of your house and yelled for help, before you saw headlights driving towards you.

The worn down brick red car only belonged to one person you knew, Juyeon who stuck his head out of the window and called your name as you looked at him with fear in your eyes. Panicked with no other option, you ran towards the passenger door swung it open with the last of your strength and got in.

“Darling what happened?” Juyeon looked at you with concern, his eyes then scanning the wind mirrors and rear view as you told him to drive over and over again in pure terror that you wouldn’t make it out in time.

“He got in again, he was asking me about all these horror movies and tried to kill me-“ You rambled on out of breath, your body covered in tiny cuts and bruises from all the falling and colliding with things.

“Well you escaped, that’s the main thing.” The only words Juyeon could find were those, as he exhaled his smoke with the burning cigarette he held outside the car window.

“I guess so, why are you driving up here anyway?” You manage to gather your thoughts and slightly move away from the original problem at hand, since if you thought about it anymore you would force yourself into a heart attack.

“I was actually coming to check on you, I mean your parents being away is not exactly ideal in the current climate. Your phone line has been engaged for the past hour.” Despite this being a believable statement, you still couldn’t understand his suspiciously peaceful composure.

You looked at him observing his tranquil features as he looked back you with a pair of innocent doe eyes, almost a face you believed read “how could little ol’ me do anything wrong?” Perhaps you were overthinking everything.

“What?” He looked at you confused, making sure to do a double take at the face you were pulling. “You don’t think I’m the killer do you?” He added a slight chuckle of disbelief before pointing to himself with his other hand on the wheel.

“No. Obviously not. He was in the house, you’re here.” You shake away your thoughts and turn your attention to the view from out the window, the houses, the cars and anything else you could analyze but him.

“I think you’re suspicious, I can’t lie.” He took another puff of the cigarette and shook his head, the black streak of hair he kept gelled moving towards one side.

“I’m not! The more you say I am the more I’m going to assume.” You started to get a bit frustrated with his assuming accusations and and waved your hands to confirm your point just to end his train of words.

“Yeah well you know I wouldn’t to do that to you.” He sighed, flicking the but out of the window and returning both hands to the wheel with a sad face.

🔪5AM SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996

🚔 COUNTY SHERRIF’S POLICE DEPARTMENT

“Deputy Lee I swear I’m telling the truth. He was there the phone rang, my patio door is smashed through because I was trying to escape.” You try to plea with the officer questioning you, seemingly not believing your story since the door had been smashed through the wrong way at the back.

“I mean look at her she’s all cut up, I don’t understand why you can’t believe her. It will be her next if you don’t do anything, just record it for your brothers sake” Juyeon chimed in, being a witness and also arriving just in time to save you from the mess.

“Look I’ll record it y/n, because it’s you and I know you wouldn’t do that to me. But if you are lying to me and giving false leads you’ll hear about it. Don’t bring my brother into this again.” Deputy Lee was unfortunately Sangyeon’s brother and having to work on a case that involved the murder of his little brother was clearly taking a toll on him, like the rest of us he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

🔪 LEE JUYEON’S HOUSE, FARMLAND OUTSKIRTS OF SALTCLOVER

“Did he wear the costume?” Hyunjae burst in with the rest of the boys, his first question being rather on brand for his lack of care about the situation since all he knew about murder was the movies. Maybe that was his coping mechanism.

“Did he threaten to slice your guts?” Changmin further asked in the parade of questions, not asking if you were okay first because in his eyes, ‘oh well you look fine.’

“Are you okay?” Younghoon asked, Kevin and Chanhee crouching beside the bed you were sat on and making an effort to hold your hand and smile at you bitter sweetly.

“She’s staying here whilst her house is investigated top to bottom for trace of the killer, plus she’s much safer here.” Juyeon stood beside you, his arms folded across the clean white tank top he was wearing.

Interrupting the chaos of the entourage that had come to visit you, the landline began to call again faintly heard from the down the stairs.

“y/n it’s for you sweetie.” Juyeon’s Mom stepped through the door with a smile, letting you know she was going out for the night with Juyeon’s stepfather to a salsa party.

“Hi sweetheart, it’s not over yet. Which door am I at? Guess right.” The same mysterious voice almost whispered down the line as your hands begin to tremble.

“No… No.. Stop doing this and leave my friends alone.” You yell as the boys watch you from across the corridor, shaking in fear of their own.

“Which door? you stupid bitch.” The killer on the line grows angry, he could be at any door at any time who knows? You had to get this right, you can’t lose anymore friends.

“The patio.” You blurted out thinking of the patterns in horror movies and how he would usually break in the past few weeks.

“Incorrect.” He laughed at your petrified screaming, making a fake buzzer noise across the line to taunt you. With that the bathroom swung open revealing ghostface, you began running into the bedroom and locking the door. Juyeon grabs a pistol from beneath his bed and aims at the door that was thrashing. Hyunjae grabs a chair whilst the others hide behind the bed.

The killer wearing the costume store ghostface bursts in, snatches the chair from Hyunjae and battles with him, eventually crushing him beneath the chair as the others scream. Juyeon guides you out of the room behind him and hides you in the closest closet whilst he stands outside telling the others where to hide.

You could hear Sunwoo above all the screaming seemingly battling with Juyeon to get him to move to his own hiding spot, whereas Juyeon insisted he had the weapon he had to be the one to get rid of the killer.

“Don’t kill me. Please this isn’t a god damn movie and I want to be in the sequel.” You heard a shrill voice from outside the closet, muffling your whimpers you clamp your hand over your mouth, until all falls silent on the upper floor and chaos sounds out downstairs. You burst out of the wardrobe to see that Juyeon is gone and on the floor lies Chanhee still breathing but barely, stab wounds oozing with blood across his body.

“Chanhee get in the wardrobe I’ll be back, I’m so sorry.” Tears of fear falling from your eyes like mini waterfalls, as you helped him into the safe place and closed it gently to not alert anyone of his whereabouts, he can survive this, you just have to be quick.

You ran into the kitchen where you saw Eric, knife in hand trying to fend of the murderer but clearly to scared to even use the weapon, you grabbed one of the tall breakfast bar stools and pinned the killer to the counter with its legs with all the adrenaline you had you were able to move quick enough.

“WHO ARE YOU?! TAKE THE MASK OFF.” You screamed at him as he was stuck, he surrendered and brought his hand to his head, gently tugging off the mask.

There stood Changmin drenched in red smudges of blood, smiling like a maniac and laughing at the scene as if you were nothing to him. These years of friendship were nothing to him, what happened? Why? Too many thoughts crossed your mind upon seeing him of all people behind the mask that you almost dropped the strength of the chair you were holding.

“What happened to you? Have you become a psycho, you’ve watched too many damn movies.” You spat with unreal fits of rage at how a friend could’ve done this to all of you, how could he kill his lifelong best friends? After just a few horror movies…

“Psychos are psychos y/n don’t you dare blame it on the movies.” He used the phone voice changer to taunt you. before pushing the chair and you to the ground and grabbing your arm twisting it behind your back and holding a black handheld gun to your head.

“Where’s Juyeon? Where’d you get that gun?” You panicked as you saw the item in his hand, struggling to release yourself from his grip as Eric stayed cornered in the kitchen not knowing whether to strike or not.

“It’s all part of the game y/n, you should have answered the questions right.” Changmin laughed cackling at how pathetic your fear had become to him, that sweet boy you knew years ago had lost himself to a few movies.

“Don’t touch her.” Another ghostface mask appears, there can’t be two, all along there was two? Who else would have done this to you? The mask is pulled off revealing Hyunjae?… “The deal was you wouldn’t touch her.”

“And the deal is off.” Changmin smiled with a cheerful voice, clearly being the mastermind of the situation between the two of them. Shock overtook your fear and you broke out of Changmin’s grip with a sharp snap.

They began to argue like children before Hyunjae snatched the gun out of Changmin’s grip with a struggle, shooting him to the ground.

“Princess don’t be angry. He made me do it, he told me we would be together and we could be happy just us two.” Hyunjae stepped closer to you wielding the gun in his hands, pointing it closer towards you without a finger on the trigger.

“No Hyunjae, you’re a fucking psychopath. You were apart of this all along.” You couldn’t hold back the tears of betrayal that fell from your eyes, as he took the gun and traced it down your jawline looking at you with bright proud eyes.

In the corner of your eyes, you saw Juyeon quietly sneaking into the room, his torso littered with stab wounds blood seeping through his white tank top, visibly and seriously injured. However in his hand, he held the dagger of the original killer, you stayed quiet, not looking at him and stalling Hyunjae who had you pinned against the counter.

“It’s almost over now darling, just Eric left! be my prize! Just me and you, everyone else is gone! They’re dead! Although you would look gorgeous with your guts loose too.” He looked at you with the same bright eyes he always did, as if nothing he was doing was wrong he was about to turn to kill Eric, however, that’s when he screamed.

Juyeon pushed him to the ground, the dagger slicing straight through his chest, blood seeping through the costume as Hyunjae groaned in the pain he’d been able to deal but not tolerate.

“It’s over for you, asshole. Who’s scary movie is it now?” Juyeon laughed before wincing, the hole in his own stomach bleeding profusely.

“Juyeon lie down.” You grabbed the back of his head as he began to fall to the ground, you had no tears left to cry and now you had to be the strong one. You lied him down and began putting pressure on his wound.

“POLICE!” Deputy Lee walks into to the kitchen, mortified at the scenes of the house, it was over, it was all over. The surviving boys were rushed into hospital to recover, for you and Eric it was time to heal emotionally together, because it was all you had.

🔪6AM SALTCLOVER, 5TH NOVEMBER 1996

And in the end, it was most of the boys that survived their injuries, having lost most of your childhood friends it was rough but after living a life of loss, you had to deal with what you had.

Haknyeon wasn’t doing well, he’d managed to escape the house that night but entered intensive therapy and you’d visit him sometimes but he didn’t seem to trust you guys since the entire thing. Fair enough.

On the bench seated outside the hospital, you held 4 bouquets of flowers, one for Juyeon who saved you that night, One for Sunwoo for being so brave and trying to save his friend, one for Chanhee who needed them more than anyone right now even if he wasn’t awake.

“Eric?” You asked kicking your legs waiting for the visiting hours to open on the hospital ward they were situated.

“Hm?” He hummed, listening to music through his walkman and looking up at you thoughtfully.

“Do you think we could have changed things?” You asked with a sigh, the question that had plagued your mind for weeks.

“Probably. But it’s over now, we’re safe.” He replied and brought you into his touch to pat your head comfortingly as the birds sang melodies of the early morning around you.

It was all over, but unfortunately you’d lost too much.

“I just can’t believe they’re gone.” You burst into tears as Eric brought you in for a hug immediately, trying to hush you back into composure.

That’s if you believe they’re dead, or is it all just a game.

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a/n: so guys ! happy late spooky season 🎃 here at cloverdaisies! this has been in the works for a while and i would love to thank @winterchimez for proofreading my plot and @kimsohn encouraging me to finish it ! 🤍 if you’re reading this remember to go support deoboyznet!! you’ll find plenty other fics and writers there if you don’t know about it already :) ! this fic may not be everyone’s cup of tea but it certainly is mine ! this is massive dedication to original scream franchise, one of my biggest interests outside of kpop… it’s a bit longer than usual for me as well but yk <3

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mystic-poison · 6 months ago

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Christmas Shopping is Hard: A KeixWakasa Christmas story (SFW)

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BEFORE YOU READ: This was specifically for @prncessrindou as part of the Roppongi Strip Club Secret Santa Exchange! Hope you like it! Merry Christmas and Happy holidays!

CW: Friends Selfship, Christmas themed, gift giving, cheek kisses. Pet names: pretty, baby, dollface, and babydoll.

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Wakasa has always been a struggle when it came down to buying gifts for him. Even his best friends never know what to give him for his birthday or for the holidays. In the end, they end up just giving him money as a gift. But you. You were determined to get Wakasa the perfect gift.

But, where would you even start?

You decided to pay attention to what Wakasa touches and look at when you both go shopping together. You always noticed he does this trick to you when buying gifts. So it has the work. Right?

"Wakasa! Let's go Christmas shopping!" You smiled, tucking on his arm.

"Fine" He sighed as he let go drag him out the gym.

You and Wakasa went shopping for Christmas for your friends and family. You thought this was the perfect time to look for his as well. As you were shopping for gifts, you paid attention to what he looked at for long periods of time or touch and put back. But he never touched anything or looked at something for a while time. Even when taking him to the store, you figured he would like it. He never seemed interested in anything, or if he did find something, he bought it before you could do anything. So that plan failed.

***

Your next plan was to see what was his in online shopping cart. You knew he tended to do a little online shopping, so he had to have something in his wishlist.

"Wakasa, can you buy me something please?" You asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, just put it in my shopping cat babydoll" Wakasa answered in-between swings on the punching bag.

You grin, taking his laptop and logging into his favorite online store. You thought you had the perfect plan to figure out the perfect gift. But you were shocked when his shopping cart and wishlist were empty. You decided to check a different store, but that cart and wishlist was also empty. You checked more online stores you knew he had accounts with, but ever single one was empty. You sigh in defeat as you close the laptop. Another fail.

***

Christmas was getting closer and you were running out of ideas. You asked everyone what you should get Wakasa for Christmas and everyone were at a lost.

"I'm getting him what I get him every year. Money!" Shiro shrugged.

Benkai nodded in agreement before putting an envople on the table that had money inside. "He buys his only gifts"

"You're telling me you've been friends with this guy for years and you have no idea what the give him?!" You asked, clearly stressed from all the worrying.

"Wakasa is a simple guy. I'm pretty sure you can find something" Shiro sighed.

"If he's simple why did you keep giving him money and not a real gift?" You raise a brow and cross your arms.

Shiro went silent before truly thinking about his answer. You rolled your eyes. You decided to go to your last resort. Hanma.

You knew Wakasa talked to Hanma time to time, even seeing him in the gym or the two going out for food and drinks. So he had to know something.

You dropped about $30 on the table in front of Hanma. "What does Wakasa want for Christmas?"

Hanma raised a brow and smirked as he picked up the money, shoving it in his pockets. "I would have never thought you would be this desperate to know what he wants"

"Just shut up and tell me Hanma. What should I get Wakasa?" You ask him.

Hanma clicked his tongue as he took the money back out his pocket and gave you back half. "Buy a pack of his favorite beer, gets some of his favorite snacks and put a bow on your head. He would love it"

You took the money back from Hanma. You looked into Hanma's eyes and noticed his normal evil glint in his eyes was gone. Instead, his eyes had a slight sparkle of innocence. You sigh and take his advice.

***

Christmas day comes around and you took Hanam's advice. You bought Wakasa's favorite case of beer, his favorite snacks and placed a red gift bow on your head. You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell to his apartment. It was a while before he answered the door.

"Dollface?"

"Merry Christmas!"

Wakasa's eyes widened a bit as you stood at his door wearing a bow on your head. "Dollface what are you-"

"I couldn't think of anything to get you so I got you... well me" You said.

Wakasa stared at you with a dumbfounded look before he started to chuckle and laugh. He patted your head, running his fingers through your hair. "You're adorable"

"E-Eh?"

Wakasa sighed, calming down from his laughing fit. He gently lifted your chin and placed a kiss in your cheek. "Thank you dollface. Best gift ever"

You stood there, your face flushed. It took you a while to realize what he said before you smiled brightly and cheered. "Yes!"

Wakasa rolled his eyes before bringing you inside to enjoy the beer and snacks you had brought.

"Merry Christmas Dollface"

"Merry Christmas Wakasa"

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Merry Christmas and Happy holidays everyone! I hope you enjoyed this Kei! ♡ - Poison ✞

#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers wakasa #wakasa x reader #wakasa x you

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marilynthornhilllover · 2 years ago

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KINKTOBER FANFIC : #2

S.O.S she's in disguise, S.O.S she's in disguise

Ghostface!marilyn x fem!reader

Warning: knife play, stalker, talk of murder, cunniligus,fingering, slight!softdom marilyn, slight teasing,neck biting, indecent language, fear, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink,body praise, and lots more!

A/n: this fic needs holy water honestly, posting this and logging out ( jk)🤣 please enjoy.🙌😌it's long I'm aware🥲 #kinktoberismychanceofmakingsinfulsmutfics 😌🙌

Let's just say your new neighbor marilyn was one of a kind. She was beyond weird. Since the day she first moved in and you tried being nice to her, she was shy and introverted. You didn't take it to heart at first - couple times you tried being nice and she completely ignored you. after all not knowing what she went through or maybe she's just not used to new environments and people you let her actions slide but as time passed her shyness became rudeness.

She started to give off a vibe you didn't like at all, hence the reason everytime you saw her you'd pass her straight or turn a different direction.

At first it was a coincidence - seeing her in the same grocery store, hardware store, coffee shops, the mall but soon everywhere you went, every place, every corner you took you would see marilyn. And she would just stand there and stare at you, blankly. Sometimes she'd smile but on other occasions it was just straight up creepy.

It was Halloween night and you had gotten off work early. As you walked home you saw brightly colored Halloween decorations, some were very terrifying while others were just creatively scary in a cool way. You smiled as you saw children rush pass you laughing and giggling with their baskets filled to the brim with snacks - mostly chocolate and small candy sticks. While others had chips and soda.

You saw your other neighbor's daughter, Ella who was just around the age of eight running up to you with the brightest smile on her face.

" hi y/n! Want some candy!" She asked smiling.

You chuckled as you brushed her frizzy hair back into its ponytail.

" hi baby! Thank you, but just one, you know all this sugar is bad for your teeth especially for kids your age" you spoke as she handed you a snickers chocolate, she hummed as she waved you a googbye and ran off. You watched her as she jumped along with some other kids her age before continuing your walk home.

As you got closer to your apartment you saw that the lights of your bedroom was on. Seeing this you froze dead in your tracks.

You had turned it off before you left for work early in the afternoon.

What was it doing on?

Before your mind was able to race and think of everything bad possible reason why your light was on and play tricks on you, your cell phone began to ring.

You took your phone out of your bag to see "unknown caller ID"

You considered picking it up before declining the call.

You sighed as the tiredness of the day and the walk started to kick in.

The night was still quite young but it was pretty spooky.

You walked up to your front porch and stared taking out your keys, when your phone rang again.

You groaned as you saw the the caller ID was still "unknown" you sighed and picked it up.

" Yes? What is it?" You answered harshly hoping to get the person to hear your annoyance and stop bothering you.There was along pause before you heard shallow breathing. Your eyebrow twitched as you tried to listen carefully.

" what the fuck?" You whispered.

" look if this is some sick game, you better back off! And stop calling my damn phone!" You shouted as you threw your phone down on the coffee table you had outside and turned towards your door to unlock it.

You turned back around to pick up your phone and it was gone.

" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" You shouted as you looked around to see if you saw anyone running away, but there was no one, no a single soul - Just cold air hitting your face and spooky ghost balloons staring at you from your other neighbors house across the street.

Your heartbeat picked up as you started to feel light headed. You backed up inside too scared to turn your back - afraid you'd be the one to disappear next if you do. You slammed your door shut and locked it, bolting the blots and placing the broom under the door nob.

You jumped as your house phone started to ring.

You never gaved anyone that number....

You breathe got caught in your lungs as you started coughing. Your eyes filled with tears as you slowly walked up to the phone hanging from the wall. You picked it up and placed it at your ear.

There was nothing.

No sound.

No voice.

" please whoever you are this isn't funny!" You whispered-shouted as tears rolled down your cheek.

" that slik purple shirt looks good on you, my love" you heard the voice say. It was discord, distant. You couldn't pick up who's voice it was or even the gender it sounded almost like a robot.

You looked down to see that you were indeed wearing a silk purple shirt. But you were at alot of places today, anyone could have seen you in the shirt.

"this isn't fucking funny asshole! You don't scare me! " You spoke, voice trembling as you wrapped you other around around your torso to clam yourself.

" you lost something, it's been found" the voice said again before they hand up. You jumped again, as your door bell rang. You placed your hand over your heart and exhaled through your mouth to calm your nerves, but nothing you did was working. Your palms were sweating, your hands were shaking, your anxiety was through the roof.

You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. You carefully walked towards the door and opened the spy hole, you looked around and saw no one, when you looked down you saw your phone. On the ground. You opened the door and quickly grabbed it before slaming the door shut again and locking it up once more.

Your phone was now in a clear - ish purple case with Polaroid pictures of you from when you were at the coffee shops, grocery store etc. Behind each picture had the initial, M.T. a message popped up as you walked back towards the kitchen. It was from your contacts.

M.T sent a video - tap to open.

This person took your phone and added their number into your contacts and now your fearing for what's about to happen next or worse - what this video contains.

With shaking hands you tapped the banner.

It was a video of a person in a white ghost face mask with a black cloak, they tilted their head to the side then brought up their hand to the camera waving a long slender knife. Once again tears formed in your eyes.

They turned the Phone in a direction and that's when you realized that they were standing in your back yard and the door was wide open. Your eyes widened as you rang into your living room and closed the door, but you realized that the lock was broken from three months ago and it automatically slides open from the wind at times.

At this point your heart was pounding out of your chest. You walked around the living room talking shallow breaths as you held your phone tightly in your hand, knife in the other.

Ding

You looked down to see another notification from M.T

" don't you think it's a little too late to be closing doors sweetheart? What's already in side can't be locked out." The message read.

You quickly went on 'phone' and dialed 911, but before you could place the call your phone randomly shut down, it wasn't dead, it can't be... it was just at 97%. You started to break down in tears as you slowly walked back into the kitchen. Stopping dead in yours tracks when you came face to face with 'the ghost face'.

" please! P-please, I'm begging you... please don't kill me" you muttered, your vision becoming clouded with tears.

They chuckled as they took a step closer to you at which you took a step back.

Rage builded up in you as you threw the fruit bowl at them to which they dodged with zero effort.

" this isn't funny!" You screamed. They gripped the knife tighter as they took slow steps towards you, you instantly regretted your actions. How stupid can you be.

" who said I was making a joke princess" they chuckled before pushing you hard against the walk behind you. You whimpered as you didn't even get enough time to react as they already had their knife prodding at your throat. They took off their mask and you swore you almost had a heart attack. Standing in front of you was no other than...

Marilyn Thornhill

Your creepy new neighbor.

She took off the cloak as she revealed her navy blue suit.

" didn't really think I'd hurt a pretty princess like you right?! Silly girl, mommy really made her baby scared didn't she?" She cooed as she caressed your face.

You were scared, happy, confused and flustered at the same time. The pet name and the way she addressed herself made something in you go off.

Your lack of answer had her chuckle, she examined your face and smirked. She reminded you of the sharp cold metal knife at your neck before she slipped her knee in between your thighs, hitching your your skirt more around your thighs and allowing her access to press her knee directly onto your clit.

Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud as a soft moan escaped your lips.

" mhmh such a slut for mommy already? Whoring out yourself to me like this, I could have killed you darling" she spoke confidently, as she dropped the knife and started rolling her knee against your clit erecting a whimper from you.

" but you didn't" you spoke looking at her, eyes flicking from her lips to her eyes.

" but I could have" she whispered, coming dangerously close to your face. You gulped and looked into her deep brown eyes. They were filled with meaning, she may have held a knife to your neck but she truly meant no harm. Her pupils were delated, making them more brown. They were filled with lust, desire, need, want.

You don't know what came over you but suddenly your lips were on hers. How did you not notice how beautiful marilyn was. You were more focused on her being creepy and not your raging mommy issues. She was perfect. Her hair smelt like lavender, her perfume smelt like old spiced cinnamon, she also smelt like burn smoke, she was intoxicating. She was driving you off this clif you didn't even know was possible or even existed.

She roughly pulled down your underwear, ripping them in the process causing your to moan, giving her the perfect entrance for her tongue to slip in. You both fought for dominance but she obviously won.

She tapped your leg and you jumped up, wrapping both your legs around her waist she took you to the bedroom - how did she know where it was? You had no idea but you didn't care either. You both did your best not to break the kiss as she closed the door shut with her foot. She threw you on the bed and began taking off her suit.

You did the same, taking off your shirt then unclasping your bra before taking off your skirt, your panties were gone a long time ago. Marilyn took off her clothes, the both of you naked as the day you were born. You were enchanted by her. She had such great breast, perfect abs.She simply looked perfect when she was naked.

She smirked at your spaced out look, you ran your hands up her abs before she took them and kissed them breaking you from your trance.

You bite your lips and looked up at her with pure lust and need. Suddenly your pussy had a heartbeat for this woman, you needed her badly.

" What's the matter baby? Thinking of how well mommy's gonna stretch you out?" She asked and you swore your core became a pool. You were wet as fuck. You whined as you slightly arched your back.

Marilyn smirked as she leaned down towards you.

" patience tiger" she mumbled before she started kissing your neck. Sucking and biting the tender flesh, definitely leaving marks. Marilyn was driving you crazy and she knew it, and she loved it.

You moaned softly as her cold hands roamed your body, scratching and caressing areas, making you shiver.

She sucked on your pulse joint lightly.

Marilyn leaved hickeys all over your neck leading down to your chest, making butterfly hickeys. Your skin was her art book at this point.

" fuck marilyn I need you so bad" you whispered grabbing her hair and pulling her closer to your face. Making her moan. She smirked at your desperate exertion and kissed you passionately, she was making you feel hot and bothered.

" don't worry princess I'll fuck you so good that no other man or woman can ever make you feel as good as I do ever again" she muttered into the kiss before trailing down your body, leaving love bites on your skin. She sucked, bit and nibbled her way down your chest and stomach making you squirm.

She gently pushed your thighs apart and looked at your glistening cunt, smirking she looked back up at you.

" all this for me, my love?" She started running her fingers through your slit collecting your arousal as she began kissing in between your thighs, you moaned as you arched your back.

" fuck marilyn just fuck me already!" You shouted plopping yourself up on your elbows, marilyn looked up and you and smacked your clit making your jolt. You moaned as you layed back down, eyes rolling back as you felt a new pool of wettenes form from her actions. Your cunt was aching for her touch.

She came up and slapped you. She took your jaw in her hand and forced you to look at her.

" look to me you slut, this pussy is mine and I'll take how much ever time I want get that in your head, and i'm in control" she husked before ghosting your lips with a kiss, chuckling as you thought she was going to kiss you before going back down.

Marilyn opened your legs wider for her and licked up your arousal that was dripping everywhere making you let out a pornographic moan. She smirked as her tongue got to work. She sucked on your clit before releasing it with a pop and moving down to your hole, dipping her tongue inside making your grab the sheets and pull them tightly, your knuckles turning white.

" you taste so fucking good y/n, should given me this pussy a long time ago sweetheart" she mumbled as she ate like there was no longer any food left in the world, she was addicted already. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned again, you've never had your pussy eaten this good before and it was driving you absolutely crazy. She was taking you into oblivion already. You could feel the knot starting to form in your tummy.

She opened her mouth the widest she can and sucked in your cunt, sucking on your clit and flicking her tongue in and out your hole and teasing your clit now and then. Your legs Bagan to shake as your hips began to buck upwards. She was fucking you so good, it was unbelievable.

" Oh fuck mar! Shit! Mhmm" you were seeing stars, marilyn looked up at your disheveled state, hair flatten out on the pillow, chest falling and rising heavily, eyes rolled back, hands grabbing the sheets so tight she swore you'd rip them. The sight of you took her pride and self esteem leavels through the roof. She started sucking faster.

Your thighs began to close around her head but she she held them open wider with her hands, pushing them up a little towards your chest. Marilyn was eating you out like you were ice cream.

You grabbed her hair and tried to pull her off you but she was too deep in it, she was losing herself, and the pleasure was becoming a tad bit too much for you.

" shit! I'm gonna cum! Marilyn I'm gonna cu-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your orgasm hit your like a wrecking ball. Your eyes were rolled into your head as your back was arched so much you wonder how it's not breaking in half.

She came up licking her lips as your arousal was still on her chin. She smiled at you as she kissed you passionately.

You moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. She pulled away and looked at you deeply, it was so pure and filled with love.

" look at you, such a slut baby for mommy... mhm your a masterpiece honey." She whispered kissing your cheek before moving down your chest again. She sucked on your nipple making you sigh in pleasure. You didn't even know who you were or where you were. You felt as if you were on cloud nine. Your orgasm hasn't even waver off yet.

She was taking such good care of your body it was magical.

She squeezed your breast as she sucked on it like a baby. She released it with a pop and swirled her tongue around it before pulling as it with her lips them teeth making you let out a gasp before she did the same to the other one. She trailed kisses back down to your pussy as she reopened your legs again, your legs were trembling but she still managed to force them open.

She kissed your clit softly " such perfect pussy" she whispered blowing air on your puffy bud making you whimper as you turned your head into the pillow. She kissed it again, this time sliding her tongue down to your entrance and back up, your hips twitched and you moaned softly. " suck pretty moans, from a pretty princess"

Your body was on fire, never once did you or anyone make you feel this good sexual or in bed.

She came up once more and kissed you, she forced her tongue into your mouth as she kissed you deeply, this was she easily slipped two fingers into you, you moaned into her mouth, your hips bucking up off the bed. She pushed her fingers deeper into you, knuckles deep. She curled them making you moan loudly, the overstiumlation was kicking in. She slowly began moving her fingers in you, not pulling them in and out but flexing them.

She was massaging your spongy walls so good.

You turned to face her, opening your eyes slightly, as the dimly lit room made everything more erratic. You looked at her and she looked at you she was so proud of the way she was making you feel. You opened your mouth to tell her something but a loud pornographic moan slipped out inside as she began thrusting her fingers in and out of you deep and slow, not rushing anything.

" fuck... mhpm marilyn?.." You moaned her name like a question but it came out more prayer like.

She chuckled as she kissed your forehead. The way she was fucking you now was sending you insane. You were losing your dignity for this woman. She was so rough when she was eating you out now she's soft as ever with her fingers.

" Yes my love?" she asked going a bit faster now, hitting your g-spot with every curl of her fingers in you.

" fuck! You fuck me so fucking good" you moaned biting your lips as your eyes rolled back, the room was filled with her fingers working in and out of you and your moans. She kissed every inch of your face as she picked up her pace. Her curled fingers were now making wave movements causing your hands to fight to pull the bed sheets but she was faster grabbing them and holding them tight as your orgasm pushed you off the edge more and more.

She kissed your ear and whispered.

" squeezing my fingers so good baby, go ahead and cum for me" with that being said you did just that. She waited for you to ride out your high before removing her fingers and licking them off. She gently choked you as she kissed you deeply.

After you both calmed down you turned to look at her.

" how the fuck are you so skilled with both your mouth and fingers" you asked cupping her face and kissing her.

" What can I say, I'm a perfestional" she muttered lazily before pulling away smirking at you, before biting her bottom lip.

" Well I'm addicted" you mumbled, rolling your eyes playfully, before moving closer to her, cuddling into her warm body, she held you tight and kissed your forehead. You both were extremely exhausted.

" Oh yeah, well your my drug" she whispered before you both fell asleep.

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tinietaehyun · 1 year ago

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Forsaken [XIII]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader] [Series] [Chapter Thirteen]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Sorcerer!Yeonjun]

Genres: royal!au, fantasy, romance, enemies to lovers, supernatural, action.

Contains: profanity, suggestive implications/mature themes, fluff, mentions of poison, implications of blood, injury, death, su*cide.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: The tension between the two of you reaches its brinks as it seems he can’t keep his hands off you and well, neither can you. Though, your anxiousness and stubbornness both leave you unable to admit your feelings for one another (despite it being rather abundantly clear).

Meanwhile, your nation seems to spiralling perilously as your tyrant brother seems to facing some rather tumultuous betrayal himself.

With a sigh, you place down the baskets of vegetables you picked with Taehyun’s guidance from his garden. You grimace at the soil and dirt on your hands, particularly under your nails. How grim!

“Toughen up, princess. Getting those hands dirty is where you know you’ve put real work in,” he muses at your rather adorable expression. You huff, “It was fine at first when you helped, but then you made me do all of it.”

Taehyun feigns innocently, “Oh but I cannot bend down, sweetheart? You wouldn’t want my wound to worsen? It’s only been a day since we came, no?” You glare, “I do wonder how long you’re going to keep this up. Surely your mana must have almost recovered? You can heal your wound afterwards right?”

A smirk lines his lips, “Mm, it’s slowly recovering. You’re forgetting how much mana I truly used for our little teleportation trick.” You sigh as he reminds you, “Yes, yes. I am aware. Now, can we sit down? My knees hurt from kneeling down for so long.”

You both sit down on the two dining table chairs. You brush off some patches of dirt on your dress; you had to admit this dress was rather comfy. Cotton was something you did not wear often - this was one of the dresses Taehyun first conjured for you whilst you stayed here initially before heading to Luna.

Taehyun smirks, “You’re quiet, why? Has some digging got your pretty little self exhausted?” You scoff, “Well manual labour is not exactly my strong suit.”

He muses, “You don’t do much work yet you manage to sleep as if you’re a hibernating bear? How fascinating. Yesterday, you slept like a log. Twisting and turning with absolute no regard to your wounded companion; it was rather amusing you know, having you cling on to me-“

“Ah-ah, hush,” you huff with a glare. You do recall you woke up with your arms around Taehyun; but it was not just you- he had his arm around you too, so it’s fair?

“Goodness, I was holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall off the bed, but it seemed like I had to worry about myself not falling off the bed with how much space you took. Practically on top of me,” he teases with a mischievous gaze. You flush embarrassed, “Oh shut it, sorcerer.”

Taehyun had to admit, the sight of you sleeping in his arms was one he relished. Your serene expression, your content smile as you nuzzled against his chest and wrapped your arms around him cherishing his body heat. He really did enjoy it and made no move to fight back.

Taehyun places his hand atop yours with a smirk, “Hm, I didn’t think you were the clingy type in bed.” You scoff, “Don’t phrase it like that. Secondly, I…it’s not like your pitiful little fireplace is enough to warm the entire house. It’s cold at night.”

“Going with that excuse are we?” He grins rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

Goodness, he’d be the death of you. His piercing eyes meet yours with a playful gleam. He had been in a rather good mood since you both came back to his cabin. You don’t know why, but it felt as though you two were in your own pocket of time, undisturbed by anyone. It felt nice, private, intimate.

Your gaze falls to his rosy lips briefly; the memories of your kiss with Taehyun flooding your mind. Heat rises up your face at the thought; it felt good. So good, that you wanted more. Not that you’d ever admit that, of course!

This action of yours did not go unnoticed by Taehyun who seemed to keenly observe just as much if not more than you did. His tongue briefly wets his lips as his gaze falls to your lips for a moment.

Clearing your throat, you abruptly stand feeling the tension in the room raise. “I shall wash my hands thoroughly and wash the remaining dishes from breakfast.”

He nods wordlessly as you make your way over to the sink with a racing heart. His stare was captivating, it had your knees buckling and made you feel breathless.

As you wash the dishes haphazardly, you continue to feel his gaze piercing your back. Silence consumes the room except for the noise of rustling forest and birds chirping outside.

Meanwhile, Taehyun watches you with an interested gaze, running his eyes from your soft hair down your back to the way the dress cinches at your waist and flares at your hips. It was an incredibly domestic scene that had him feeling some sort of way.

He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to touch you, run his fingers across your silky untouched skin. Press his lips to your neck and make his way down to your shoulders, leaving a mark here and there. Taehyun shudders at his own thoughts; he had to calm down.

You begin drying the dishes slowly as you hear the creak of the floorboards. You feel his presence behind you as he suddenly reaches above you with a wince, startling you. Looking up, you see him reach for another dish cloth and hands it to you, “Use this, the one you’re using is pretty dirty.” You wordlessly take it feeling as though your heart may burst out of your ribcage any second.

Taehyun doesn’t move, rather he leans against the counter watching you do the mundane task. You murmur, “What’s for lunch later?”

Taehyun seems to break from his empty gaze as he responds, “Oh, well, I was thinking of some vegetable stir fry. We have the ingredients for that, I’m unable to go hunting at this rate, either.” You nod deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about, princess? Hm?” He muses. You mumble, “I was thinking about the next course of action. Beomgyu was of no use. I have to somehow get back to the palace. I have to see Sehun directly.”

He nods processing your words, “You know sweetheart, I don’t think going down the diplomatic route is cutting it.” You frown, “Yes, I can see that.”

“Force is needed,” he insists. You question with wide eyes, “You want me to kill him?”

Taehyun snorts at the look of horror on your face, “Well no, I don’t think you’d be capable of such a thing. I meant more, physically take him off the throne. Make him give up his crown. Or we can stop the coronation, something along those lines. We have to pry the throne off him.”

Your fists clench and your gaze hardens; your resolve and fervor growing more determined. Yes, he was right. If diplomacy wouldn’t work, then this was the next step. You’d take your throne back the way he took your rightful place.

Taehyun’s eyes twinkle, “You also have me, what more do you need?” A smirk forms on your lips, “As vain as usual. You are definitely recovering.”

He muses, “You believe in me, that’s all I need, sweetheart.” His words oddly touch you and you smile at him, “Of course.” You hum, “As I’ve said before; when I get my crown back, you’ll get your rightful position back.” Taehyun’s gaze softens as he grins; “I…we don’t need to jump so far ahead. Let’s focus on your throne first, alright?”

You scoff, “It’s only fitting, Yeonjun is where you should be. It infuriates me, how dare he be in your position after what he and his father did?” Taehyun shakes his head with an amused smirk, “Well, it is indeed unfair. But we’ll get to that hurdle when it comes, princess.”

Your gaze gleams, “If you see him at the palace, you better teach him a lesson. If not, I will,” you huff. Taehyun peers at you with a genuine expression of amusement and gratitude. Your anger towards Yeonjun and mannerisms were incredibly endearing. “But of course sweetheart,” Taehyun smirks, “It’s only right, he gets his consequence for his actions.”

He continues to watch you dry the remaining dishes. You’re startled as he suddenly moves a strand of hair out of your face and he muses, “Your hair.” You nod, flustered keeping your gaze averted.

You spot him from your peripheral vision gazing at you once more in silence before he walks behind you. “You wouldn’t mind, if I just…” he trails off as he slides his hands across your waist before wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your right shoulder. You stiffen, “Taehyun?” He hums amused, “Don’t think too much about it.”

You relax in his grasp feeling his warmth deep through your clothes. His soft breaths brush against your shoulder and the base of your neck. You felt a deep warmth inside you feeling his body against yours; it felt right, you felt safe. His thumbs draw faint circles on your waist; you hear his breaths near your ear. It’s a tender and intimate position that has your knees feeling weak and heart stumbling to maintain rhythm.

Why were you both feeling insatiable? This tension was infuriating between the two of you. You thought it would cease once you had kissed but no, no it had seemed to increase. A small flame if adding more firewood would only grow but larger.

The two of you isolated in one cabin was but a dangerous game, something other nobles of your standing would be appalled to hear about. One thing for sure was, neither of you were going to admit your burning feelings for each other but were not going to push each other away either, for you two were irresistibly drawn to each other. Had he cast a spell on your heart?

“Does it hurt?” You murmur. “Hm?” He questions softly. “Your wound? How does it feel?” His voice is rougher as he answers, “Mm, it’s fine. Really, you don’t need to worry. This evening I’m going to attempt a healing spell.” You nod; the both of you drawn back into a heightened silence.

You finish up and turn to face him; peering up at him through your lashes. His expression is focused on you, his hands still on your waist. “This…this is improper,” you croak out, your self-control waning by the second.

Taehyun’s lips quirk up slightly, “Improper? Oh, I think we were far past that when our lips met.” A shiver runs through you, “We’re being hasty, I-I-“

He playfully mimics, “I-I-,” he muses, “Use your words, princess.” You glare shoving past him, “You are so irritating!” You hear a chuckle before you’re suddenly pulled against him, “Don’t act as you’re above this, don’t act like you don’t want me.”

“I don’t, we’re just- it’s expected if a man and woman are together for a while they-“ You stammer breathlessly peering up his glimmering eyes. “They what?” He voices just above a whisper. “They grow to…” You shakily begin. Oh, how beautiful he was.

Oh how stunning you were with your dazed expression, he thinks. “…grow to?”

“Become attracted to,” your eyes flicker to his lips, “to each other.”

“So you only think this is out of circumstance?” Taehyun muses, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Is it not?” You breathe out shakily as his other hand trails up your other arm.

“Why? Can’t it be anything else? Must you always go behind a prince?” He quips with a dangerously sly smile causing you to scoff, “Anything else?” You say as you peer down at your ring glistening as it hangs off his neck swaying against his tempting collarbones.

Did he truly love you? Was it infatuation? Did you love him? Or were you just enamored with the idea of love? You were scared, you were scared because you had undoubtedly fallen in love with the man in front of you.

For his courage, selflessness, wit and bluntness. For the way he treated you so normally, humbled you but cared for you so tenderly at your weakest. Most importantly he hadn’t tossed you aside, no matter how unbearable you thought you were. He stuck by your through every moment. Under that bitter and snarky exterior lies a man who was hurt, betrayed and wants to love. To trust again.

The words were at the tip of his tongue. He wanted to call you his. You were from a different world, only building up feelings for you to marry off to a higher noble later on, what was the point? Couldn’t he just enjoy the fleeting moment between you two? Did he have to ruin it by admitting that he had well and truly fallen for you?

Fallen for your adamance, the way you put up with his jabs and quips, held your ground, remained so strong in the face of adversity. The way you were not like other high class nobles who were utterly self-centered, rather you were empathetic, selfless and held a true love for your nation and its people. It was only right that someone like you took the throne of Fortuna. He would do anything to make that happen.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he rasps out. “Like what?” You peer at him feeling yourself becoming dazed by his proximity. “Like you want to devour me,” Taehyun murmurs shakily, restraint heavy in his voice. You’re startled; were you gazing at him so lustfully?

“I’m not,” you stammer. “If you could see yourself from my point of view,” he leans closer, “you’d not be able to hold back a second longer,” the bridge of his nose brushes against yours.

Your breaths mingle with each other. Lips brush against each other as his other hand finally cups your jaw. You couldn’t resist no matter how much you tried, how much you supposedly wanted to keep your dignity, your noble pride.

Even at the last second, when he gives you one last chance to back out, you can’t help but move forward and clumsily press your lips against his. It was humiliatingly desperate but you didn’t care. Your hands drift to his shoulders to steady yourself. A grunt and wince escapes him as you accidentally press against his wound and you part breathlessly wide eyed, “Goodness- I’m sor-“

He cuts you off pressing his lips against yours again, this time more fervently. A low groan escapes your lips as your arms are now around his neck trying your best to avoid his wound. Taehyun’s lips move with such ferocity, you find it hard to stand. The both of you stumble back as you find your back against the kitchen counter.

His tongue pushes past your lips taking you by welcome surprise; your fingers slide into the back of his hair as you move your lips just as desperately as his. It felt so right, it felt so good. Your mouths slot together lazily enjoying each other’s presence, warmth, taste. His soft lips move passionately against yours in fervent motions that send shivers down your spine.

Any sense of royal etiquette or self control flew out the window the moment his lips parted from yours and slid down your neck alluringly, a sensation you’d never experienced, making your lips release the most sinful sounds.

“You…you truly are so crude,” you sigh breathless, feeling his teeth tug at your skin. He murmurs smirking against the curve of your neck, “Says the person who kissed me first, how hypocritical, sweetheart. You’re not stopping me?”

“Oh shut it,” you shakily say, closing your eyes, relishing his lips against your neck.

Sudden anxiety fills you thinking of what this will lead up to. You peer up at him with worry, “How far are we going…w-with this I mean?” His gaze melts and he caresses your cheek, “We don’t have to go further, if you don’t want to, princess. I never said anything about going further?” His words take you aback. A gentleman indeed.

Taehyun muses, “Having your lips on mine, is pretty fine by me. Hours on end, even. In each other’s arms.” You scoff with a playful smile, “Of course, you wouldn’t mind.”

Relief floods your senses at his words; feeling more at ease. You didn’t want to be too selfish. You still had a mission. To get your throne back.

Gods above, you were in deep trouble. The sorcerer had you falling into the abyss of love. He leans in again, his lips brushing against yours, “Anyway, practice makes perfect, no?” Rolling your eyes, you lean in, “Mm, I suppose so.”

You’d both enjoy this precious moment of solace for a bit longer before hurling yourselves into the turbulent mess of politics and royalty. For now, you were two lovers in each other’s embrace forgetting about the world around the both of you.

——————

Today was the day.

Sehun sits on his bed in his chambers with a distraught expression. “I don’t understand? What do you mean you cannot find them? This is absurd!,” he bellows.

Yeonjun stands beside him with a calm smile on his face and folded arms. Oh, he knew where they had probably gone off to.

The troops had alerted other nations and the pesky two were not there, that foolish Prince Beomgyu was enraged. Throwing furniture, breaking items and such, like a child throwing a tantrum. Truly, he had to laugh. He had to give the two of you credit, you were both making a mockery of some of the most powerful men. Albeit, powerful but stupid rulers.

He had to guess they were back in Fortuna. Wherever they were hiding, it had to be close. Perhaps in the Woods of Mors, not many regular humans could traverse the place without dying within a day. Magic users, however. That was a different story. They are certainly not in the main kingdom, the knights had searched far and wide these last two days.

“What are you smiling about? Do you not see the disaster this is?” Sehun snarls. His face is pale and his locks damp with sweat. His hands were clammy and nervous; paranoia had caught up to him. The people were growing restless and a small rebel group had formed demanding answers about the consequent deaths of the king and queen alongside the sudden disappearance of the princess. It was so sudden, how could they know?

It had seemed more and more obstacles were appearing in front of Sehun and his beloved coronation. He had become delirious these past few days, it was all so amusing for Yeonjun. His plan was coming to fruition. His hand feels for the blade under his cloak with a twisted smile.

“I just don’t see what you have to worry about your highness? The coronation is right around the corner. The palace is ecstatic. No matter where they are,” Yeonjun’s lips twitch slyly, “in Fortuna, in the palace, they will not stop you.”

Sehun lets out a panicked laugh, “In Fortuna? In the palace? Preposterous. They would not dare be that stupid. Do not utter such nonsense again.” Yeonjun hums, “I merely jest, your highness. Even if they were to arrive at your coronation, our troops would overpower and crush them in seconds.”

Sehun’s eye twitches, “Crush them? Coronation? You cannot be serious. They cannot show up there. The people will be enraged at the princess being slaughtered in front of their eyes.”

Yeonjun feigns surprise, “Oh yes, you had crafted numerous reasons as to her disappearance in your speech a month ago? I suppose it would go against that. My apologies for my ignorance, your highness.”

Sehun snaps angrily, “These last few days you have become more and more infuriating! Useless even. How irritating!” Yeonjun hums, “Oh your highness, do relax. I do not wish to intentionally irritate you.”

Sehun dismissively waves, “Be gone, you have done nothing but waste my time. I wish to be alone. The likes of your kind would not understand the immense weight upon my shoulders. I tire of your games.” Sehun stands and stretches his arms.

Yeonjun lets out a chuckle. It truly was funny. He thought he was the one in control. What a fool! “Did I utter a joke?” Sehun snaps low-toned.

“You truly have no idea, do you?” Yeonjun muses with a dark smile. “What are you blabbering about, you fool?” Sehun questions, infuriated.

Yeonjun runs a hand through his pale blonde locks, a sickening smile forming on his lips. He laughs and laughs causing Sehun to stiffen. “W-What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?”

A deranged glint lights up Yeonjun’s eyes, “You killed your own parents, because I gave you the idea to use poison. All the suggestions, all my nudges in the right direction, you followed them like a loyal dog thinking they were products of your own minuscule brain?” A cackle escapes Yeonjun’s mouth.

“Every suggestion, every point I made, you took so literally. Did I ever tell you outrightly to poison your parents? No. You did that yourself, I just gave you a nudge. Did I tell you to imprison your sister? To attempt to execute her? No, that was you! Why because I made a few comparisons?” Yeonjun grins manically. Sehun’s eyes flicker back and forth as a dark feeling forms in the pit of his stomach.

“No- no, I will not stand for such insolence. You did not influence me in any such manner. Stand down, Yeonjun!” Sehun bellows.

Yeonjun’s gaze darkens as he snaps, “No, you stand down. You’ve been nothing but an utter idiot from when you were a child. I’ve had to tolerate your foolishness and self-centered idiocy from when we were children. To think I had to befriend you to fulfill my goals.” A mocking scoff leaves Yeonjun’s lips.

“What?” Sehun’s knees buckle as he sits on the edge of his bed. His world crumbles. “Everything you did, everything you felt good about, everything you thought you knew, was because of me. You’re not fit to rule, your own parents saw that incapacity. You’re nothing but a whining imbecilic toddler even at this age.”

Sehun covers his head, “No, no, no. You are deranged. I refuse to hear this nonsense. Leave! Leave at once! I will have you imprisoned- guards! Guards!-“

Yeonjun sneers walking towards him, “Oh no, no. Hush now. There you go relying on others again.” Yeonjun’s wand appears as he murmurs a few words. Sehun suddenly finds himself unable to speak.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that to you, your highness?” Yeonjun grins.

Sehun flails, panicking and reaching for the nearest of the mounted swords on the wall and Yeonjun sighs, “Oh come now, your highness, why must you be this way? A ruler must have more tact.” With another flick of his wand and utterance, Sehun finds himself unable to move as he collapses to the floor.

Fear consumes his gaze as he peers up at Yeonjun. Yeonjun’s eyes flicker to the glimmering crown on Sehun’s eyes. A dark smirk laces his lips, “The rebel group, who claim you’ve killed the king and queen. Who claim you drove your sister out and exiled her. You must be losing your absolute tiny mind over how they could come to that conclusion, hm?”

Yeonjun leans down, “It was me. Sending an anonymous tip to the journalists. Those loyalist peasants ate it right up.” Sehun’s eyes widen as he’s frozen. A horrifying realisation hits him.

“I hate to break the news, your highness, but I’m afraid you will not be making it to your coronation,” Yeonjun mockingly frowns. “What a shame,” he coos.

Sehun silently seethes, unable to speak or move. A cruel spell upon the young prince, indeed. Yeonjun chuckles, taking the crown off his head and placing it on his own. “I’ve dreamt of this crown, wearing this. Doesn’t it suit me, Sehun?”

Yeonjun laughs at the enraged look in Sehun’s eyes. “Oh, I know how possessive you are of your crown. Well, here, take it back. You’re not going to have it for much longer anyway,” Yeonjun muses.

Yeonjun sits down on a nearby chair crossing one leg atop the other with an arrogant expression. Today is the day everything would change, the day he carefully planned for. Countless years of false loyalty.

He unsheathes the blade, tossing it in front of Sehun. Yeonjun flicks his wand allowing him to speak. With a gasp of air, Sehun coughs, his throat intensely dry. He croaks out, “You-you traitor. “

“My, what a hypocrite,” Yeonjun snorts. Sehun brokenly snarls, “You cannot kill me- this is- treason,” he coughs.

“Oh? But I won’t be killing you. You will,” Yeonjun smiles wickedly. “What?” Sehun coughs out.

Yeonjun flicks his wand and murmurs a few more words and Sehun’s eyes widen as his hands uncontrollably flail forward clumsily going to grip the small blade.

“You’ll end your own life, how tragic indeed, no?” Yeonjun hums. Sehun’s lips tremble as tears slip down his face, “No- no, this- we can negotiate, please,” he croakily begs unable to control the way his hands grasp the blade as he hovers it over his jugular. Closer and closer.

“The noble prince, under tremendous pressure ends his own life due to soul-eating guilt after killing his own parents, the king and queen for power, after they chose his sister instead. Nice article don’t you think?” Yeonjun asks, pointing his wand upwards delicately. “I’ve already told some of the council, you admitted the truth to me whilst drunk, quite the story, no?”

Sehun’s hand trembles as tears drip down his face. He was but a helpless puppet. “I’m sure upon hearing your death; your sister will rush here anyhow. With that bastard in tow,” Yeonjun mutters.

“Or…I’ll find them first,” Yeonjun hums with a bright gleam. “Any last words, your highness?”Sehun peers at the ever nearing blade gripped by his own hands, mortified.

Is this what it feels like to be betrayed? By someone he saw who valued him above anyone else? Someone who called as a friend, who he could show off to only receive an abundance of praise. Was that not friendship? No; it was deceit.

Sehun’s mind flashes with images of you. An unmistakeable sickness and nausea fills his mouth and chest. Is this how you felt that day? How you felt when he felt the declaration scroll in hand? After having ripped your position away?

“Oh too bad, you’re usually so talkative,” Yeonjun dryly muses before swinging his wand downwards abruptly.

Blood splatters grotesquely as the crown topples onto the floor beside Sehun’s lifeless body. With a final clink it sits in a pool of blood. A tragic scene, indeed.

Yeonjun sighs, getting up and leaving abruptly. He was just this close. There were only two outliers left who could jeopardize his plan to become king. A king that no one could look down upon.

He’d handle those two himself. No, he wanted to handle those two himself. A smirk laces his lips, oh, how the royal court would be in shambles looking for a new figurehead.

It was only natural who’d they pick.

After all, who was a better option than him?

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CHAPTER SIX

Racing AU!

Welcome to the Jungle! It's a wild good time! Floor it when the light turns blue! I mean, green! Join Pomni for an untamed high octane race! Where doors grow on trees and Bubble gets the shock of their life!

WARNING: emotional angst/comfort

The sound of fluttering made Pomni open her eyes. Above her wasn't her bed canopy, but a spotlight. It illuminated pieces of paper drifting down around her. Outside the light was pitch blackness. She sat up and looked at the piling papers. They were missing person posters. The faces were blurred. The only legible writing was MISSING in big bold letters.

Something tugged at her ankle. An electrical cord had wrapped itself around her and started slowly pulling her under. "What? No! No!" She tried to fight it but another cord wrapped around her wrist, then her torso, then her neck. She struggled to breathe as she was buried alive. "Somebody! Please!"

Underneath, she went into freefall. The cords were gone. Colorful eyes watched her descend. Whispers came from all around that crescendoed into deafening incoherent shouts. She was falling towards something. The red exit door was facing up at her, but it was shut, she was going to crash into it! The impact shattered the door. She stopped falling, now floating listlessly amongst the splintered remains in silence.

A whirring sound got her attention. It sounded like a computer starting up. Floating in the wreckage with her was an old modem, it's dim blue screen facing her. Letters where flashing on it. P W P I Repeat. P W P I Repeat. The screen came close and flashed bright, blinding her. In the darkness, she heard a familiar voice. "Find me."

Pomni woke with a start, bolting upright. Her breathing was panicked as she looked around her room. She checked herself. Dreams were apparently still just dreams in the digital world. She took deep calming breaths and sat at the edge of her bed. When she caught her breath, she dragged her hands down her face in exasperation. "What was that..?"

She decided she needed some water and left her bedroom. It was still night out, seeing only blackness beyond the windows. At the dining table, she spoke out loud to no one. "I would like some water please." A bubble chef appeared and a pitcher of water popped into existence on the table.

"There you go!" The Bubble said cheerfully. "I made it myself."

"...sure." She didn't see a glass to pour it in but didn't really care. She took the whole pitcher and went to sit in the lounge.

In her dazed just-had-a-nightmare state, she wasn't really looking where she was going and tripped over something. She threw the pitcher straight up when she fell and it landed on her. The cold water did the trick. She was awake now. She laid defeated, face down, on the ground.

"Hello, nice night for a walk?"

She jumped. "Aah!"

"AAH!" Kinger screamed back. He had been laying on the ground like a living log when Pomni tripped over him. He was sitting up now, something clutched in his hands.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" Ironic, considering he was more than twice her height. Pomni picked up the spilt pitcher. Not really knowing what to do with it, she set it down on a side table by one of the couches. "What were you doing on the floor?"

"Listening."

"To what?"

"The voices."

Pomni grimaced. "Oh, uh...sorry I disturbed your...voice...listening?"

"It's okay. They weren't saying much tonight. I'm just hanging out with Melissa now."

"Who's Melissa?"

Kinger opened his hands. A long, bead-necklace-with-legs looking bug crawled around in between his fingers.

"Oh...she's...adorable." Pomni forced, not knowing what she was looking at.

"Thank you! I found her at a festival race. She's one of my favorites."

Being wide awake, and not wanting to be alone right now, Pomni sat on the floor next to Kinger and watched the weird bug do figure eights on his hand. There were a few peaceful moments of silence before Kinger looked in her direction, stared for a second, then screamed like she just appeared out of thin air.

"Ah!" She jumped again too. "Will you stop that!" She looked up at the loft, amazed that no one else had come out of their room with all the shouting.

"Sorry, Pomni. I'm not used to seeing someone else down here at this hour. Why are you awake?"

She sighed and sank against the foot of the couch they sat on the floor in front of. "Nightmare."

"Oh...I used to have those."

"You don't anymore?"

"Nope."

"How'd you make them stop?"

"I don't sleep. Ever."

"That explains a lot." Pomni thought of what Kinger could mean by "the voices". Was it the same voice she and Jax had heard? "Kinger, can I ask what the voices say to you when you listen to them?"

"Oh, they don't use words. It's more like vague sounds that were once part of their vocabulary. I'm...I try to listen for one voice in particular. It's been so long since I've heard it in person. I don't want to forget." Kinger gave Melissa a gentle pat. "I come down here at night because you have to listen very hard to the ground. Can't hear them over all the commotion during the day."

"Wait..." Pomni looked at the floor. "Are you trying to hear those in the cellar?"

"Yes." Kinger said sadly. "So many friends are down there now, but there was one so special, I called her My Queen. I'd give anything to hear her voice again." His eyes glazed over, he stopped petting Melissa and his bug-free hand slumped to the floor.

Pomni couldn't even begin to magine being in his position. She put her hand gently over his in an act of comfort. By the look of him, he had dissociated again. She waited quietly for him to come around.

Caine floated amongst numerous lines of numbers that surrounded him like a curtain. He was inside the core mainframe of the game. Everything that was or could be was there in front of him in coded numerical form. "Where are you?" He stared hard at the numbers rotating by him. He'd gone through the assets at least a thousand times. The red door wasn't listed. Like it didn't even exist. Frustrated, he snapped his fingers and everything disappeared. He was left in a dark grey space of silence. He took out his pipe and bubbled.

"It's still here somewhere, I can feel it. I need to find it before a human does. Why, oh WHY, did I hold on to that blasted door!?" He held his fingers against his top jaw as if to pinch the bridge of his nose, if he had one. "I'm too sentimental for my own good. Since I'm here, I may as well check everything."

He snapped his fingers and gold code filled the room. "Hmm...My own code seems to be in order. Double check those memory banks. Nope. I left the door out of bounds. I did not move it and then forget. This time, at least." He did a sudden double take as something caught his eye. "Wait. What's this?" A new line of code was in his emotive response bank. He touched it and a memory of Pomni appeared before him. Her empathy towards him had left a literal imprint on his code.

"Oh, dear Pomni...what have you done to me?" He sighed, settled into a lounged seated position and admired her face. He immediately forgot what was troubling him as his mind preoccupied itself with thoughts of Pomni.

Pomni stayed with Kinger until morning. He hadn't said much more to her, but did hum to himself. She almost fell asleep again from his dolcet tones. Instead, she resigned to curling her knees to her chest and zoning out. Kinger was on to something, doing that felt great.

Ragatha was downstairs at first light and smiled when she saw Pomni. "Good morning! You're up early." She leaned against the couch next to Pomni, who was still on the floor with Kinger, and waved to the curled up bug in Kinger's hand. "Hello, Melissa."

Kinger put a finger to his face in a shushing motion. "She's sleeping."

Ragatha lowered her voice. "Sorry. Hey, would either of you like to join me in watching the sunrise?"

"Not now, this time. I need to put Melissa to bed." Kinger stood in one smooth motion and slid away.

"I will." Pomni got up and stretched. She remarkably didn't feel sore from sitting on the floor for what must have been at least a few hours. They went out on the lawn on the east side of the garage. The sky was various shades of pastel pinks and yellows as the sun was just starting to make it's ascent over the horizon.

Ragatha took a deep breath. "Nothing like a sunrise to give you energy for the day. I don't always take the time to watch them, but it's nice every once in awhile."

Pomni gave a non-committal grunt in response. Her head was still full of, well, everything. "I have a question. Totally random. Have you...ever heard voices? Like, disembodied voices?"

Ragatha thought for a moment. "Sometimes Caine throws his voice and you'll hear him in places you don't see him, but other than that, no. Why?"

"Heh, like I said. Totally random."

Ragatha looked concerned. "Are you hearing voices, Pomni?"

"Digital hallucinations." Pomni said a bit too fast.

"Right, Caine's favorite catch phrase..." Ragatha sighed. "He'd say the same to me all the time the first few months I was here, back when I was still looking for a way out. Thought I saw one once. Never got to it, though."

"You saw an exit?" Pomni's voice went up a pitch.

"I don't know. It was only once and I'm convinced it wasn't real anyway. It was a red door with a literal exit sign printed on it. As if it would be that easy..."

"Ragatha, that was real! It exists! You're not the only one who's seen it, in fact, I went though it!"

"What!?"

"Yeah! But, it only led me to the void. So, I guess, in a way, I DID leave the game, but not the digital space."

"You went out into the void!?" Ragatha tugged anxiously at her hair.

"Yeah, it was...an experience, to say the least."

"How did you get back? Caine?"

"Caine."

"Wow. You really have had an eventful week. I'm proud of you for taking all this as relatively well as you have. Some may not have faired as well in your place. You have a strong will."

Pomni smiled. "Thanks...you've helped make this a bit easier. You all have. I'm glad to have met you."

Ragatha put her hands over her heart and smiled back.

A high pitched scream from inside broke the morning peace, followed by crashing sounds. Pomni looked back in surprise, but Ragatha was unbothered. "Sounds like some of the others are up."

"You don't want to check that out?"

"The scream was Gangle. I can guarantee you Jax did something to upset her and Zooble is handling it. Any mess they leave behind isn't a bother. The garage resets every time it reappears after a race, or if it's bad enough, Caine handles it."

Jax was thrown through a window behind them, rolling several feet before sliding to a stop.

Ragatha smirked. "See?"

"You pull a stunt like that again, I'll wollop ya into next week!" Gummigoo yelled from the broken window.

Ragatha's eye widened. "Oh. Nevermind. Now I do want to know what happened." She and Pomni went over to Jax, who was still face down on the grass. Ragatha squatted down and poked Jax in the head. "Hey, you dead?"

"I wish." He growled.

"We all do, buddy. What happened in there?"

Jax got up and brushed himself off. "Turns out our resident NPC can't take a joke any better than you."

"What did you say to him?" Pomni demanded.

"Nothing. All I did was tell the bubbles that some candy was left in Gummigoo's room."

"Jax!" The two women yelled at the same time. Pomni ran inside to find Gummigoo nursing huge bite marks all over his body. Gangle was holding a bottle of syrup for him as he applied some to his wounds.

Gangle waved Pomni over. "Gummigoo got attacked! The bubbles tried to eat him! It was horrific!"

"Are you alright?" Pomni asked Gummigoo directly.

"I'm fine." He hissed as he applied more syrup. "But a few got some deep bites in. Funny, when the bossman said I was unkillable, I was hoping that also meant I couldn't get hurt."

"Big difference between being unkillable and invincible." Zooble commented. "Nice work on Jax, by the way. Fighting him is practically a right of passage around here. You're really one of us now."

"Serves the pop licker right. Who laughs at a bubble attack? ...okay, out of context, that is kind of funny." Gummigoo gave a slight chuckle.

Pomni felt a bit guilty. "I'm glad you're okay. Sorry I didn't mention how the bubbles can be sometimes. You shouldn't have had to figure that out the hard way."

"No worries, mate. I'm one tough gummy. It takes more than few bubbles to put me down. I'll be ready to race by the time bossman shows up."

Caine's wacky watch took him out of his daydreaming. He'd been smart enough to set an alarm for himself this time. "Oh yeah, I need to prep for today's race." He teleported out of the mainframe to his workshop. He rubbed his hands together and had a look around. "Alrighty! What have I had cooking up this week? I finally completed Candy Canyon Kingdom and then I-...huh, I actually haven't worked on anything new since. Well, it's a bit late to try something new again today." He flew over some of the older tracks and assets, trying to pick out a good one.

"Hmmmmm, let's seeeeee....Jumping Jungle? Maybe. Dessert desert? No, that's just beta Candy Canyon. Spudey's Drive Thru? I thought I deleted that one. Murder Drone Market? Eh...that one might be a bit intense for our newer racers. Meta Reference? Why do I even have this?" He threw that last one away.

Taking a look around, he shook his head in disgust. "I really need to clean up around here. I was so wrapped up in having fresh new tracks for so long, I never really got around to organizing."

He paused, putting in another reminder into his watch. "Let's do this while I have motivation and time." He cracked his fingers and started snapping. Everything came off the ground and flew around to where he wanted it. He summoned a giant trash can to collect what he didn't want anymore.

When he came to the Candy Canyon assets, he stopped at Gummigoo. "What to do with you? I can't reuse you, it would make things too confusing. Pomni would probably tear me apart pixel by pixel if I removed the wrong Gummigoo from existence. That would probably be quite the experience..." He cleared his voice and set Gummigoo down with the other gummy bandits. "You can stand there with your old friends for the rest of forever, I guess."

He couldn't decide what to use, so he ultimately resorted in pointing in a random direction and using the first track he saw.

~~~

Cheers rang through the garage. Ragatha had offered to teach Gummigoo table tennis and now they were in the throws of a heated sudden death match. The ping pong flew back and forth faster and farther with each hit. Ragatha was vaulting over the couch. Gummigoo was all the way on the dining table at one point. The others were spectating with huge buckets of popcorn. Except Zooble, who was reffing. A foul was called when Jax held his leg out to trip Ragatha and loud arguing ensued.

Caine popped in right in the middle of the ruckus. "My, my aren't you all rowdy today! Good! Because we're going to the Jungle, baby! Haha!" He stuck his hand inside his top hat and unfolded it into an explorer's cap. He twirled his cane and pointed it at Pomni. "My dear, if you had fun yesterday, then you're going to LOVE this track!"

Pomni shrank under the knowing, some taunting, gazes of her friends. He WAS paying her special attention. "Oh boy..."

"OH BOY indeed, Pomni! Let's go!" He took her hand and nearly kart wheeled with her through the wall.

"They're so cute. It's like a romantic musical, only without the singing." Gangle said.

"What's a musical?" Asked Gummigoo.

"I have much to teach you." She patted his shoulder.

Outside was indeed a jungle, a thick colorful rainforest with trees as tall as the sky. The track had five layers from the forest floor to the tree canopy. In between the layers were dead ends with huge green and pads with numbers on them. It was a huge multiple choice route track and racers would have to be strategic on whether to take the high or low road to stay ahead.

"Welcome to the Jumping Jungle Jamboree!" Caine enthusiastically pointed to the track with keeping a hold of Pomni's hand. The longer he talked, perhaps the longer he'd get to hold her. "This wacky and wild winding track takes you on an epic adventure through the Jumping Jungle! WHY is it called that!?, I hear you say! Well, because of the jump pads, of course! You use them to change tracks! Some layers are more advantageous than others at certain points in the race so choose wisely!" Caine looked eagerly at Pomni.

"Oh, uh, okay! I can't wait." She could feel everyone staring at her. This was putting her too much on the spot. "Caine, let me down now? Please?"

"Of course, my dear!" He was slightly disappointed she didn't seem as thrilled over this one, but he only had himself to blame. His old work wasn't his best. He let her down and made sure not to forget to let go this time. He still kept his eyes mostly on her as he explained their objective. "This one is simple! Don't get caught! There is a poacher out for racers and his traps are all over the jungle! If you're caught, you'll be heavily delayed, like being hit by a purple shell! His traps move each lap so keep your wits about you! Everybody ready?"

Pomni felt someone elbow her back. "Are you ready, MY DEAR?" Jax taunted in her ear and she swung at him. She missed and tried to walk it off, but she was very clearly flustered.

"Racers! Start! Your! Engines!!" Caine announced proudly into his cane.

Pomni rolled her shoulders in a last minute stretch. She was ready this time.

First light

She gripped the wheel tight.

Second light

Rev for good measure.

Third light

Focus.

BLU-GREEN!!

"Huh?" Pomni botched her take off and Zooble had to swerve to avoid running into her.

Caine cringed hearing Pomni's kart slip a gear. "ooo, rough start for Pomni! Kinger is showing everyone why he wears the crown by taking the lead! He's already at the first jump pad! Looks like his HIGH-NESS is taking the third track up! Gummigoo is the only one contending for first! Ragatha is still fighting for a spot in line! Jax is keeping Gangle tied up, literally, and- hey! No detaching limbs to strangle your opponents on the track! I made that rule specifically for you, Zooble!"

Pomni had a lot of ground to make up and she didn't know where to start. The track was all over the place. She guessed at random and she took a pad with the number four in it. Her kart bounced high into the air and she came down on the track second from the top.

"That wasn't so bad." She spoke too soon. A huge catcher's net came down and snagged her kart and became stuck in place for several seconds.

"Oh no! The poacher caught Pomni! Be careful out there! He'll take your speed and place away from you! Unless you're already in last, like Pomni. But that's beside the point! Run free like the wild racers you are! Don't! Get! Caught!"

Caine took a breath away from the mic. "Hey, Bubble?" He took off his hat and his personal Bubble buddy came out of it.

"Yeah, boss?"

"I need you to check something for me. I can't step away right now."

"Sure thing! What do ya need?"

"The start light. Double check the green would you?"

"Okay!" They floated off in the wrong direction.

Caine stretched his arm way out to catch Bubble and steer them in the right direction.

Pomni grunted with frustration and floored it out of the net. She saw a green pad with the number two on it. It launched her in the air and she glided down to the second level track. There she found a cupcake and took the boost around a banked turn.

She saw an orange shell at the last second, slammed her brake and it bounced past her. Jax sneered at her as he passed. She didn't give him the time of day. Cane item. Let's see how he likes things being thrown at him. The cane arced and hit not only Jax but Ragatha as well. Pomni blasted past both of them.

"Pomni is proving she's still in this! Mess with the jester, become the JOKE! Haha! I love it!" Caine clicked his heels together.

Bubble was down by the finish line, the starting light hung to the side out of the way. They looked very closely. The light was off. They licked it. Now the light was covered in soapy residue. They took a bite, one of their teeth pierced the light and gave them a shock. Blue electricity jolted Bubble into dropping the light. They were discombobulated for a moment, then settled. They blinked their beady eyes, looked around, and saw Caine in the jungle themed booth. They floated on up to him.

"Oh hey, Bubble. Find anything?'

"No. Everything is fine." Bubble said flatly.

"Fantastic! This track is a bit old. The light for this track just hasn't been used in a long time, might have a few bugs. Thanks for looking."

Bubble didn't respond. They hovered next to him, staring.

Pomni saw Kinger below her when she jumped to level three. She has to be in second place or close to it. The track was so convoluted she doubt she'd be able to tell until she got back to the finish line.

Another poacher trap triggered. This one was a giant bear trap. "Holy [%$!#]!" She swerved away, almost hit the opposite wall, then hit a booster lane sideways. Her tires screamed from the friction and she went slower than the booster would typically move her.

Ragatha was on the same level and saw Pomni struggling to straighten out. She hit the booster and side swiped Pomni enough to get her facing forward again. "You really need to learn how to drift!" She yelled back as she sped off.

"I'm working on it!" Pomni wasn't sure if Ragatha could hear her, she was so far ahead at that point.

Bubble examined Caine. Watched him closely as he announced the goings on of the race. Bubble then looked outside. They saw the NPC crowd doing it's standard affair of energized cheering. Then the racers came. Learning their names from Caine's announcement, bubble locked on one racer. Pomni.

They watched her zoom out of sight. "So you're her." Bubble mumbled to themself. "I do hope you're more useful than the last human. I look forward to meeting you." Bubble popped with a slight snap of static electricity.

Pomni started lap two going all the way to the top. She jumped to level five alone. Taking advantage of the have the whole track to herself, she tries to drip around a tight bend. She slide but not in the way she wanted. She lost some speed but that's what the stored cupcake she had was for.

She was about to attempt again when something red caught her eye. On a branch, just off the track, was the exit door. She stared at it until another branch blocked it for a second, then it was gone.

"I'm losing it. No, it's moving. Jax said...but Caine said...but..." She didn't know who or what to believe.

The wall believes she should be paying attention. She slammed headlong into it, coming to a sudden stop that would have been deadly without cartoon physics. She shook it off but not before looking back to see if the door reappeared. It did not.

Caine almost teleported out of instinct. Seeing her crash like that was jarring, even if she was fine. "Come on, Pomni. Get your head in the game. What's going on with you today?" He said quietly away from his cane.

Pomni used a train for a bit of a boost and found Gummigoo. He was in his element. He navigated the track really well and his bike was maneuverable enough to easily avoid the poacher traps. He was so confident, he did a trick next to Pomni.

"Check it out!" He stood on his bike like it were a surfboard. He even rode it on a boost.

"Nice!" She shouted back to him. It was genuinely cool. Best she could do was slam a golden cupcake and give him the peace out sign as she flew by him.

"Pomni is going through a baker's dozen of cupcakes! Such lucky drops! She's gaining fast on Kinger around the last bend! It's neck and neck to the end of lap two! One more lap will decide the winner! With a track this wild, it's still anybody's game!"

Pomni and Kinger took different paths after crossing into lap three. She stayed on track one, he bounced to track four. Track one had the least amount of light, being on the jungle floor, but it was still incredibly scenic with bioluminescent fungi. She drove over and under giant mossy tree roots.

The items were not as idealic. Soap and canes and white shells that really only work with other people close by. The size of the track had all of them spread out. A poacher's pit opened just in front of her. She swerved too late and her rear tires got caught so she was stuck.

"Oh come ON!" She shouted, exasperated.

In the short time she had trapped. She saw it again. The red door. It was taunting her, she just knew it. She remembered her dream and the voice beyond the threshold. This wasn't any coincidence, and she WASN'T going crazy.

The trap released her and she gunned it for the door, but the moment her kart left the track, a swarm of bubbles course corrected her. "No! Let go!" She tried shooing the bubbles away but nothing worked, they put her back on the track before popping.

She had lost sight of the door again and she cranked her neck to find it. It was gone.

"[%$!#] this." She hopped out of her kart and ran off the track.

"What has gotten into her??" Caine teleported to Pomni's position. She was still running and climbing over obstacles further off track. "Pomni! What are you doing!? The race isn't over!"

"The door, Caine! I saw THE DOOR!"

Oh no. "Pomni, listen to me! That door is not safe to use! It won't lead you out of the game! You already know that!"

"Then why do I keep seeing it!?" She stopped and turned to face him so abruptly, he nearly flew right into her. "It's EVERYWHERE, Caine!! Is that YOUR doing!? Are you having fun driving us mad with an exit we can't use!?"

"NO!!" He shouted back. The stress of the last few days was bubbling close to the surface and it was pouring out in his words. "I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR YEARS TO KEEP THINGS SAFE AND STABLE! WHICH, APPARENTLY, IS IMPOSSIBLE DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S MY PRIME DIRECTIVE!!"

They both fell silent. The ambience of the jungle mixed with the distant roar of kart engines and, even more distant, the crowd. The eye contact was intense, like if they looked away, the other would snap. Pomni caught her breath and swallowed hard.

"Then why, Caine? Why is it everywhere?" She said calmly but there was a slight tremble in her voice.

Caine heard the volume of the crowd increase. The race was over for the others. He sighed. "Finish the race. We'll talk after. Not a word to the others about the door. I mean that." His last words were sharp.

He snapped his fingers and she was back in her kart. He was back in his booth. He regretted yelling at her. He hit a prerecorded winner announcement and bubbled his pipe.

Pomni crossed the finish line with generic fanfare, not that she cared. She immediately got out of her kart and didn't let Caine out of her sight.

"Where've you been!? The race was over ages ago! And here I started to think you'd actually be a challenge." Jax taunted.

"Shut up, Jax." Ragatha said, standing by Pomni. "Everyone has off days, and she's still new to this."

Caine came down from his booth. "Well done, everyone! And we'll done Kinger, for winning your third consecutive race! That gives you a big lead on the board! Keep it up and you just might take that trophy from Ragatha! Here is your reward!" He snapped and a jar popped into existence. Kinger caught it and cooed at what was inside: a giant centipede that was much bigger than a real giant centipede.

"Another for the collection!" Kinger said excitably. "I think I'll name you Carl."

Ragatha felt woozy looking at the creepy crawler and stepped back behind Pomni.

The jungle world pixelated as the racers walked behind the starting line. The garage appeared to them, opening its doors in welcome. They started idle conversations and looked forward to some relaxation.

Ragatha turned when she realized Pomni wasn't following. "Hey, you coming?"

"I'll catch up." Pomni's eyes darted to Caine and back.

Ragatha got the hint. "Oh, okay. See ya later." She went inside and shut the door.

Pomni stayed outside with Caine as the world finished it's transformation back to the default test track. The silence was tense. Caine refolded his hat to be it's usual top hat self. He was stalling. He held his hat in his hands, fiddling with the rim. "Pomni, please allow me to apologize for my actions. As your host, rasing my voice with you was unprofessional and uncalled for. I was out of line."

"No...no you weren't." Pomni kicked the grass. "I went too far. I accused you without evidence to back up my claim. I should be the one who owes you an apology."

"Perhaps we both acted brashly. This has been an...unusual week. Things can be chaotic around here, for sure but it's typically isolated to the track. Lately, it's been all over. I wasn't lying about keeping things safe and stable within the game being my prime directive. Humans are meant to come here and enjoy themselves. It's what I live for."

"They're also supposed to leave." She added a bit coldly.

"Yes. They should. But they can't. And there's nothing I can do to fix it. I've tried."

Pomni's eyes widened. "You have?"

"Yes, all the way back with the first batch of humans. When they realized they we're trapped, one of them abstracted. I created the cellar in that moment to contain him. The other humans started to panic. I tried to fabricate a way out...but I can't fix the error." Caine sunk until his knees almost grazed the grass. It was the closest to the ground Pomni had ever seen him.

"Is that were the door came from?"

"Yes. It is the real exit. But it's been disconnected from the actual mechanic that releases you from the game. Now it goes out into the void. And the void...." He grabbed Pomni by the shoulders. He was eye level with her. "The. Void. Is. Dangerous. Please, for the love of every bit of binary that makes up my being, please, DON'T go out there. The door has gone beyond my control and it's moving around at random. If you see, don't go near it. Don't even look at it."

"What? I thought you controlled everything. How is it out of your control?"

Caine sighed heavily and released her shoulders. "I'm embarrassed to admit that I've been experiencing glitches. Small ones, mostly harmless, but now...an entire asset has left my sphere of influence. Which, yes, SHOULD be impossible, but apparently, it's not. I told you before, I'm an incomplete game. I'm broken. More broken than I thought, and...and..." He squeezed his hat to keep his hands from shaking. "I'm afraid, Pomni. Afraid of what will happen to all of you if I lose control entirely."

Pomni placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "We're all afraid, Caine. Welcome to what it's like to be human."

Caine looked at her, his hands feeling less tense. "You consider me human?"

"You've expressed fear, anxiety, embarrassment, which is rooted in pride, anger and regret all in a short period of time. Not just programmed excitement. You seem as close to human as I've even seen a piece of technology be."

"I-...thank you, Pomni. Truly. Being around you does make me feel more human, because you've been quite the experience since you've got here."

She was still learning how to read his unique facial features, but she could swear he was smirking at her. She couldn't help but smile back a little. "How so?"

He put his hat on and twirled his cane. He put it to the ground and leaned on the handle. "Well, for one, you're hilarious. You have a real knack for physical comedy."

"Are you calling me clumsy?"

"Potato potato." He cleared his voice. "You're incredibly clever. This is the first time I've ever had such a conversation with any of the humans that have been here. You're kind. You take the time to listen to others and seem to understand their point of view rather quickly. You're tenacious. When you've got your mind set on something, not even I can stand in your way. Not that I do a lot of standing." He stretched his floating limbs for emphasis. He started counting on his fingers. "You're bold. You're beautiful. You're-"

"Okay, you can stop." Pomni was blushing to the brim of her hat. "I'm flattered, but you think way too highly of me. I'm still human. I have a temper."

"Oh I know, I've seen it up close and personal." He tugged at his lapel, remembering when she grabbed him out of bounds to demand about the door the first time. "And anger looks just as good on you as compassion, my dear."

"I'm stubborn!"

"It's one of your most endearing traits."

"I- I'm not very sociable. I prefer to be by myself most of the time."

"Who needs society? I hear it's awful." He laid down in the air in front of her, holding his chin with his free hand.

"I don't like being put on the spot!"

"Noted. I'll keep my attention for you between us." He winked.

That shut her down. She was so flustered she couldn't form coherent sentences. "You- you!"

"What about me?" He leaned closer. His voice teasing.

Her heart, or what felt like a heart, hammered in her chest. It was finally dawning on her how much he was flirting with her. The conversation was out of hand and she was not sure how to handle it. "Goodnight!" She literally ran from him.

"Goodnight, my dear. See you in tomorrow's race." He snickered as she ran off. "Adorable." He floated up right and twirled his cane idly. He was in a much better mood now. A mood to create. He teleported away.

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