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nevernonline · 7 months

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✧.* just for one night; yjh

for jeonghan's birthday he teased the gift he wanted wrapped in a pretty bow this time was you. little did he know that his joke would turn into his favorite present.

𐦍 paring: jeonghan x reader.

𐦍 genre: romance, bad humor, fluff, "friendly" date.

𐦍 warnings: drinking, s3xy times, swearing, smut, minors dni, reader has female genitalia.

𐦍 word count: 2.0k

𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, afab! reader.

𐦍 note: I meant to post this on 1004 but.. maybe forgot to queue it LMAO. this wasn't intended to go this way and I don't rlly write smut often (or read it often tbh) so pls all my baddies who read and write smut give me feedback. (pls) lolol. anyway!! enjoy kk. ily.

It was that time again, time to find a gift for a friend who had nearly everything. Scouring around shops and market places, trying to find something special that had any meaning to the two of you. Sure, you could buy a lux gift or a fancy dinner, but that was basic and well beyond the things Jeonghan had given you.

You scroll back through texts and posts over the last few birthdays you had spend celebrating him, stumbling across a photo that gave you a good idea. You were sitting on his lap as he blew out his birthday candle. After that wish was put into the universe you recall his lips coming so close to your ear his lips were almost making contact with your pierced lobes.

“All I want next year is you wrapped in a pretty bow.”

Maybe he wouldn’t remember that wish, but you did. It was silly and stupid, but your friend did always know what he wanted and wasn’t shy to ask for it.

You sprinted to the stationary store in order to find a big pink bow in under thirty minutes, so you could make it back to your apartment where Jeonghan was meeting you before his big night out with all of his friends. The options were endless, a sea of glitter, metallic, curling, satin, but you decided to be simple, just a large bound pink ribbon.

After an overwhelming time spent pondering over pink fabric, you made it home with ten minutes to spare. Lacing yourself up from your sneakers, to your hair, your bag, even a dainty piece wrapped around your neck as a finishing touch just as the doorbell rang, you told him to open up where he found you laced in pink, wearing a black dress, holding a cupcake flame ablaze.

“Happy Birthday, Hannie.”

A smile creeped in as he came close to blow his candle out looking at the pink adorned ribbon tied all over you, he remembered.

“My present I presume?”

His fingers pointed towards you, again smiling from ear to ear like he couldn’t believe you remembered his wish.

“Think I’d forget?”

“You tend to forget your own name while drinking, so yes. I love it.”

Jeonghan’s hands reached to run his hands over the ribbon in your hair, pausing before he touched the one on your neck.

“So this means you’re mine for the night?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday boy. Should we go?”

“You know when I wished for you to be my present, I meant much more than you wearing bows right?”

You huffed, watching his eyes still on your neck.

“I did. I really will oblige any wish, as long as it’s legal and safe.”

“No promises, babe. Let’s go.”

Walking hand in hand into Jeonghan’s not so surprise party was not out of the norm for you, you’ve always been the type of friend that clung to close, even for your own comfort. Something seemed to linger in the air around you as a pair.

“Mind getting me a cocktail? I’m going to go say hi to the guys and thank them.”

“Again, here to please. Vodka Cran or G&T?”

“Gin, please.”

With a small salute as a send off you walked into a line behind three other partygoers in line.

“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pink before?”

The voice was Joshua’s coming from behind you. He wrapped his right arm around your shoulders in a half hug greeting you hello.

“Really? Well, it's for Jeonghan’s gift. Last year he wished that I gift him myself, so here I am adorned in pink ribbon.”

“You really took him up on that? You are one good friend.”

“I know that you're thinking it's probably a mistake, you’re right.”

“Na, he’d never hurt you or let anyone else. He likes you far too much.”

Your eyes rolled now facing the bartender and placing the matching drink order before turning back to Joshua.

“Come find me later okay? I need a Shua Hong dance for my payment for being Jeonghan’s bitch for the night.”

“It's the least I can do.”

Hours passed by just as quickly as alcohol entered your system, you haven’t left the side of your male counterpart for hours, he wouldn’t let you slide away other than grabbing more drinks or running to the ladies room.

Your buzz is far more prominent now. Jeonghan’s hands slid to the lower half of your body, resting between your bare skin and the hem of your dress and your heart followed along to the beat of the edm music playing over the club loudspeakers.

“Dance with me, pretty?”

His eyes burning a hole into your head, you obliged, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into the center of the purple lights and faux fog.

Jeonghan’s hands found a comfortable spot resting on your hips as you twisted around placing your back onto his chest, grinding slowly to the song.

This proximity between you has never existed, while you’re touchy or clingy the feeling from the warmth of his pants's friction on your upper thighs made you feel differently about your so called friend.

Thoughts swirled in your brain as you turned back to be face to face with his plump lips and siren like eyes. A hand, that same hand that was resting comfortably on your lower half snaked its way up to your neck, the ribbon placed there was now further from your skin as his fingers laced their way under it.

“You want to know what else I wished for?”

You opened your mouth to speak, no words formed other than some incoherent ones that sounded like soft moaning.

“I wished that you’d be my present forever, not just for the night. I can’t let anybody else get this gift.”

Your hands reached from the nape of his neck to the side of his face, trying to give him a clue that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

“Come home with me?”

He placed a small peck onto your cheek, nearing the site of your lips that so badly wanted to feel the crash of his on them.

The whole ride back in your taxi, your hands rubbed up his thigh. He knew you looked nervous, but also that you would tell him if anything made you uncomfortable.

Truth be told he was nervous too. This was a line he never thought would be crossed. Jeonghan knew for years that he wanted you and only you for that matter, but he waited for the perfect moment to be put in your hands.

Saying a quick thank you to your driver, you basically sprinted into his place, not even having a second to throw your jacket and bag down at his front door before you had your back against his white walls in the dark.

The sense of urgency to kiss you was obvious. A near feral feeling. He tasted like cherries and gin as he kissed you quickly, helping you out of your outerwear and pulling you into his apartment that was only lit by the beautiful view of the city below.

“Help me?”

Your voice came out as a whimper, turning your back to him as an indication you needed help out of your dress.

His cold hands wrapped around the zipper of your dress running a finger down your spine as it unzipped.

“Wow.”

His confidence suddenly washing away as he looked at your semi naked body only wearing a matching pink slip dress to the color of your bows and a pair of matching panties below.

“Dressed up for me too?”

“Nope. Just like to match.”

The ‘P’ of your nope popped onto his face and a devious smile appeared.

“Don’t be bad, gifts shouldn’t talk back to their owner.”

His hands found his way to the place they didn’t seem to leave all night, your hips as he placed you down onto his fresh sheets.

“Sorry, Hannie.”

“It’s okay, just be a good girl."

You nodded as he began kissing you starting at your lips and followed a trail all the way down to your sternum.

“You know the best part about gifts is opening them.”

Jeonghan’s fingers now wrapped around the waistband of your underwear as he slowly pulled them down below your knees, around your ankles and onto the floor.

A pause from kissing came as his pointer and middle finger entered into your mouth and prompted you to spit on them so he could rub circles onto your clit before entering another space he had never been to before. His first finger came in slowly penetrating you softly, when he saw you getting needy his second entered and the beats became more rapid as he used his tumb to rub circles around your much more sensitive sweet spot.

Your moaning became louder, reminding him of your voice yelling over the sound of the music in the club as you reached your first orgasm of the night.

Sitting up now watching as Jeonghan places the same two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth, savoring every last drop of the finish you had because of him, you crawled onto you knees now prompting him for some pleasure.

Undoing the button and zipper of his pants, letting him and his cock catch their breath before going down on him. You placed soft kisses along the pale skin of his stomach, making sure to nip his skin in between as you make your way down his torso. Just as you reach the waistband of his boxers, a hand comes to cup the hard thing lying beneath.

“Wanted me that bad huh?”

Jeonghan, now dethroned from his previous position of power, just groaned as a beg to have your mouth wrapped around his pulsing cock.

“I’ve wanted you forever.”

Hearing his breathless moans you released your hands from his cock and finished unwrapping yourself for him, leaving that small pink ribbon tied around your neck, before going back down to kiss your lips at the tip of his dick.

As your hands and mouth worked their way around in unison all over his engorged flesh, it takes only a few minutes for him to fill the dirty mouth that was teasing him just before.

“Didn’t take you for such a lightweight, Yoon.”

“Shut the fuck up and please get on top of me.”

Your legs came to straddle around his still sensitive cock as you teased your entrance.

“Someone’s so needy.”

“Someone is supposed to be doing far less talking and far more fucking.”

His arms pulled you down fearlessly so your lips could fall back into place and also so he could shut you up while you finally let him inside of you.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so tight.”

Jeonghan knew he wouldn’t last long being inside of you, not because you were tight, but because of the way he felt about you and how much he dreamed about watching your breasts bouncing as they hovered over his face while he fucked you.

“I- Uh, Fuck.”

“You what, pretty? Can’t handle me? Can't it last long? Want me to fill you up as you ride me?”

“Yes, yes, all of it. Please, Hannie.’"

As his hips pounded their way onto yours, both of you running out of stamina maybe due to the alcohol or maybe the adrenaline reached your climax near the same time.

“Can you come inside me, please?”

You were practically begging him to mark you and since you looked so pretty he couldn’t say no to you.

With the two of you now finished, his cock still inside of you. Jeonghan placed soft kisses on your lips.

“I don’t want this to stop.”

His hands came to untie the pink fabric now slightly wet from your shared bodily fluids.

“Me either. I love you, you know?”

You lifted your body off of him, now under his covers with your hands placed on his chest.

“I love you too, Happy Birthday.”

“Be my present forever, okay?”

“Okay, handsome.”

And with another year gone, Jeonghan finally got the birthday present he truly wanted. You.

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merrinla · 6 months

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I need more of him speaking latin please

Translated spells from devnotes

Flagra – Blaze

Arde – Burn

Maior, fortior – Greater, stronger

Fulgur – Lightning

Glacies – Ice

Acidum – Acid

Dolor – Pain

Malleus – Hammer

Confusio – Confusion

Morere – Die

Veni et iuva me – Come and aid me

Configo – I pierce

Ignis – Fire

Peri – Perish

Macte virtute – Be blessed (for your courage)

Ira et dolor – Wrath and pain

Te curo – I cure you

Treme – Shiver

Quod dico face – Do as I say

Invoco te – I summon you

Tonitrus – Thunder

Deure – Wither

Macesce – Wither

Cudo – I beat

Mortalis – Deadly

Ferio – I strike

Frange – Shatter

Inficio – I poison

Stupefacio – I strike (you) dumb

Impero tibi – I command you

Incende – Set fire

Diminuo te – I shatter you

Tormentum – Torture

Gela – Freeze

Perure – Be consumed

Ira – Wrath

Caedo – I cut

Ex Textura – From the Weave

Detono – I thunder

Mortem tuum sum – I am your death

Venenum – Poison

Tu es nihil – You are nothing

Dissolve – Melt

Dialino – I shred

Torre – Roast

Vis medicatrix – Healing Power

Seco – I carve

Circulus mortis – Circle of death

Resisto mortem – I resist death

Vita excolatur – Let life be enriched

Voco spicae – I summon spikes

Magis amica veritas – Truth is a better friend

Te video – I see you

Tempestas – Wind

Risum teneatis? – Can you help laughing?

Resisto ignem – I resist fire

Non fit injura – No harm is done

Sphaera mortis – Sphere of death

Corpora sana – Healthy bodies

Diminue – Be diminished

Crescit eundo – It grows as it goes

Intactilis sum – I am untouchable

Ververo – I lash

Obedi me – Obey me

Pulso – Open up

Ad lapidem – To stone

Non compos mentis – (You are) not in control of your faculties

Esurio – Be afraid

Resisto frigus – I resist cold

Omnia mutantur – Everything changes

Signum arcanum – Magic symbol

Ad maiorem dei gloriam – For the greater glory of god

Tenebra – Darkness

Mundus vult decipi – The world wants to be deceived

Nulla salus – There is no salvation

Punge – Sting

Ludus non factum est – The game is not over

Hostium munera – Gifts of enemies

Plue – Let it rain

Esto perpetua – May it be perpetual

Bene curatur – It can be healed well

Non movere – Don’t move

Voco murus – I summon a wall

Morio – You absolute fool

Voco flagella – I summon tentacles

Venustior – More charming

Pallida mors – Pale death

Aresce – Dry up

Resarcio – I repair

Evanesco – I disappear

Vincere est vivere – To conquer is to live

Fiat voluntas dei – May god’s will be done

Et alibi – And elsewhere

Invisibilis – Invisible

Propera – Hurry up

Inaccessus – Inaccessible

Nocturnus – By night

Vos curo – Heal you

Demento te – I drive you insane

Agilius – With more agility

Caveat incantator – Let the caster beware

Inexpugnabilis – Impregnable

Virtus et scientia – Virtue and knowledge

Voco vineae – I summon vines

Tempora mutantur – The times have changed

Maledicte es – You are cursed

Vincit qui patitur – He conquers who endures

Voco potentia – I summon power

Risus abundat – Laughter is abundant

Pulchrior – More beautiful

Da mihi facta – Give me the facts

Ocior – Make haste

Resisto venenum – I resist poison

Horribilissimus – The most horrible

Loquere si tibi placet – Speak if you please

Stabilio – I stabilize

Voco araneae – I summon webs

Te occludo oculos – I close your eyes

Dum vita est, spes est – Where there’s life, there’s hope

Canto te – I enchant you

Caeco te – I blind you

Mors tua, vita mea – Your death, my life

Fiat lux – let there be light

Para bellum – Prepare for war

Volo non fugia – I fly but do not flee

Gigans – Giant

Vivat crescat floreat – May it live and grow

Efferve – Swarm over

Ubi es? – Where are you?

Surge – Arise

Incommodum – Disaster

Siccut cattus – Like a cat

Citius – Faster

Resisto acidum – I resist acid

Mors certa – Death is certain

Te adstringo linguam – I bind your tongue

Ex nihilo – Out of nothing

Sine metu – Without fear

Voco glacies – I summon ice

Minimus – The smallest

Intellego – I understand

Voco nubes – I summon clouds

Auribus teneo lupum – I hold the wolf be the ears

Corruptus – Infected

Ale me – Feed me

Flagello – I whip

Es praedae mei – You are my prey

Cave circulum – Beware of the circle

Amo sanguinem – I love blood

Amicus animalis – Friend of animals

Mors animae – Death of the soul

Cum mortuis in lingua mortua – With the dead in a dead language

Aqua pura – Clear water

In nocte consilium – The night brings advice

Umbrae – Shadows

Tibi do pennas – I give you wings

Te absolvo – I acquit you

Inveniam viam – I will find a way

Irretio in sphaera – I trap you in sphere

Ostende secretorum tuorum – Reveal your secrets

Oculus tempestatis – The eye of the storm

Resurg – You will rise again

Mutatis mutandis – With appropriate changes

Tuebor – I will protect

Aridissimus – Driest

Intelligenti pauca – Few words suffice for he who understands

Eiecto te – I throw you out

Cresceat scientia – Let knowledge grow

Silentium – Silence

Impero te – I command you

Time – Be afraid

Resisto – I resist

Video veritatem – I see the truth

Viam sapientiae – The way of wisdom

Stultissime – You most stupid

Ut ventus – Into the wind

Secreti umbrarum – The secrets of the shadows

Clausus – Locked

Lux in tenebra – Light in darkness

Ab uno disce omnes – From one, learn all

Ad vitam aeternam – To eternal life

Impero mortuos – I command the dead

Morbidus – Diseased

Sol Invictus – Unconquered Sun

Te exsecror – I curse you

Mors incerta, vita certissima – Death is uncertain, life the most certain

Gustas dulcis – You taste so sweet

Fronti nulla fides – Appearances deceive

Dissera – Open up

Expello te – I expel you

Extende – Enlarge

Voco arvina – I summon grease

Vae victis – Woe to the conquered

Scio, Didici, Pecto – I know, for I have studied, with my mind

Vita, Mortis, Careo – Life, and death, I am without

Manus, Potentis, Paro – A hand, powerful, I prepare

Veritas, Credo, Oculos – The truth, I believe, with my eyes

Facio, Voco, Ferre – This I do, I call, to bring you forth

Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio – Uncertain, beautiful things, I command

Cupio, Virtus, Licet – I want, excellence, allowed to me

Praeses, Alia, Fero – Protecting, another, I bring this forth

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #halsin #bg3 voicelines

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storiesbyrhi · 11 months

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Death is here. 3051 words.

Notes: As per canon, Max is in the hospital. Argyle left Hawkins once he dropped Jonathan, Will, and Mike off, at the urging of Jonathan – who did not want his friend to be hurt. Maybe headcanon that he went back to Suzie’s place in case they needed her expertise and also because, ya know, Eden.

1843

Left in the sunlight, a vampire would not explode nor turn to ash and float away in the breeze. They would burn, blister, and shrivel until their body lay twitching and immobile. This provided a very brief window of respite from their evil; as soon as night came or shade was provided, the vampire would begin to heal.

Whatever damage, they could heal. Sunlight’s scorch. Blessed blades’ cuts. Holy water’s burn. Nothing could kill a vampire. A witch could curse a vampire to trap them in places, times, and forms; but ultimately, it had always come down to a fight.

At the beginning of the 18th century, a witch from a Romanian coven wrote a spell. It would allow a conjurer to summon a ball of sunlight to wound the vampires. The wounds would linger, fester, and scar their marble skin. Ripples in an otherwise perfect complexion. The Romanian witch had to offer her life in exchange for the gift of the spell to bless all of her kind.

And so, “lux solis urere hic malum,” became the witchfire war cry.

By 1843, the vampires had been hunting the humans your coven protected for seven years. The sunlight spell helped, but it was no longer enough. Your coven’s strongest wordsmith, Penelope, had been at work, spending days… months… years… on end hunched over her alter and communing with The Witches Who Came Before.

It was a bitter morning when Penelope’s magic worked for the final time. Frost bit at the tips of leaves and even the most hardened farmers took an extra minute to get out of bed, while she worked to ensure not only the protection of humankind, but the freedom of all witches.

Through bloodletting, she poured herself into a bucket, a witch’s sacrifice the last ingredient in a potion so strong, a single drop was death to an entire colony. Your aunt painstakingly soaked paper in the potion, let the sheets dry, then ground them up into a matte powder. She went into the night, her fist full of dust, and blew into the face of the undead.

The vampire had forgotten what it was like to breathe, but as quick as the feeling returned, it was taken away, and he clawed at his throat for air. He screeched until he shredded his own throat deep enough to sever his vocal cords. Then, not by God nor sword but by a magic woman’s hand, he was no more.

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1986

Little witch echoed in your head.

You tore your gaze away from Eddie and blinked off the haziness that had overcome you. Change the subject, change the subject.

“So…” you started, but lost your intended sentence.

“So,” Eddie repeated.

“I don’t… I don’t know what we’re meant to do now…”

He rolled his shoulders back and considered his options. There was an urge to run, to abandon you and leave the doomed Hawkins. Go to the cities, feed, make more vampires. It was his first thought, primal and defining.

Eddie didn’t know if was all those years in bat form or if he had been patient in his forgotten life, but he was willing and able to wait on his primage urges. While his memories weren’t returning, his personality was, and he personally found it very amusing that a witch had knowingly brought vampires back from extinction.

That’s what he was telling himself. That he was not moving from your couch because he was entertained. That it wasn’t the feeling he got calling you ‘little witch.’ That it wasn’t a familiarity he couldn’t place. That it wasn’t your smile or smell.

You wondered what he was thinking. It occurred to you then, that he was probably sizing you up. “Do you remember what it feels like?” you asked. Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “The witchfire?”

His naked body had been in front of you enough for you to know the witchfire scars run along parts of his torso, and it covered his arms. Part of his neck, jaw, and cheek had been marked too.

“No,” he answered, holding a hand out and examining it. “Remind me?”

Hesitating, you thought about it. The burning smell. “Um… It would burn, like the sun. But concentrated. You couldn’t heal from it fast. Couldn’t wash it away with darkness,”

“It disturbs you,”

“No… Not… Not the vampire part. It’s the rest. Everything that happened around the vampire part.”

Eddie nodded. “Show me.” Your puzzled expression made him grin, fangs and all. “Witchfire. Show me,”

“You might not remember the pain, but assure you it definitely hurts,”

“Then hurt me,” he replied.

“I liked you better as the bat.”

Eddie laughed. “You spoke of witchfire first. You want to show me you are not weak. So, show me.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest. It only made him happier. You tried to pretend you weren’t loving it by standing up and walking a few steps away.

“Come on, little witch. You did not go to all that trouble to get me here, just to not play with me now.”

You knew you shouldn’t.

Muttering the spell under your breath, “Lux solis urere hic malum,” you held your hand out, palm side up, and let a ball burn into existence. Without nurturing it, it remained the size of a tennis ball, floating just above your skin. As you turned and walked back to the couch, you watched the witchfire reflect in his dark eyes, getting brighter the closer you got.

When you sat, Eddie moved closer still. He looked at the orb in awe rather than fear. “Your magic is…” He shook his head softly. “Remarkable.” He slowly held a finger up to the fire, you pulled your hand back, extinguishing it.

“It will burn.”

Eddie didn’t move. His sly smile did not falter. He waited.

“Fine…” And you repeated the spell and brought the fireball back to him.

Eddie’s eyes grew wider as he got closer, then as the tip of his finger touched the flames, he hissed and flung himself back so hard he rolled off the side of the couch.

Cackling with laughter, you clapped your hands together to kill the fire.

His face popped up over the armrest glaring at you, then in a literal blink, half his body was over the side coming towards you. He froze, timing his movements with your blinking. You didn’t see him change positions. It was terrifying. His arm looked twisted somehow, or maybe it was the sharp angles he was holding himself in. Spiderlike. Murderous.

You held your breath and tried to wait it out, but the trailer’s air wasn’t clean enough to let you stare for long. When you blinked, he was instantly halfway across the couch.

Terrifying, but exhilarating.

It would take one more. Less than half a second. A single blink. He’d be on you.

Eddie’s pupils were wide, dark, void of emotion. His lips were in a twisted smile that let his sharp teeth show just enough. Nails clawed into the plush of the couch. A monster, no doubt, but somehow still so profoundly beautiful that you couldn’t bear to look away.

Through his complete stillness, Eddie listened to how quickly your heart rate began to race. You were breathing through your mouth, audible and shaky. Like his, your pupils were blown. Although he couldn’t recall when or where or to whom, Eddie knew he’d played this game before. It wasn’t like this though.

You closed your eyes with purpose. He was silent, but you felt the weight of him as he climbed over you.

Eddie waited for you to open your eyes, or push him away, or conjure witchfire, or any number of predictable things. Instead, you short-circuited his brain when you giggled. A happy sound. Carefree. Unafraid. Then, with your eyes still closed, you slowly laid back.

One of your legs hung off the side of the couch, while Eddie straddled your other. He held himself above it but you could still feel him there. His hands were still clawed into the fabric, one on the backrest, the other next to your head. As you laid yourself back, he followed you down, letting his weight distribute on his knees.

When your eyes opened, you were looking up into a soften expression. You could see the chocolate brown of his eyes. The ghost of freckles he earnt as a human and couldn’t shake as a vampire. His expression – a gooey combination of confusion, curiosity, and something else.

“I told you it would burn,” you whispered, turning your head and taking the hand next to your head. A mortal man would have collapsed, unable to maintain the position, but his nimbleness prevailed and he remained still. Eddie watched you study the finger he’d held the flame. It was a raw wound, but it would heal.

Without thinking it through, you kissed it. He let you. As your lips touched his skin, the hunger roared through him. Suddenly, he was at the door of the trailer. You scrambled, standing up.

“I must go,” he said.

“I can’t let you-”

“I will return,”

“You-”

“I won’t,” he assured you as if he was reading your mind.

“Promise me,” you demanded. “Say it,”

“I’ll return to you,” Eddie swore. “I won’t harm any of your humans.”

You hugged yourself and frowned.

Eddie said your name softly. “I will return to you.”

The trailer door slammed and he was gone.

…

Steve Harrington died in pain. There were no memories flashing before his eyes. No warm bright light to follow. Just agony. The feeling of his bones snapping through his skin. His eyeballs squelching inwards just before it all stopped. Then, he was gone.

There was no time to hold Steve or to carry his body to a safe place. Nancy Wheeler screamed and thrashed against everyone as they tried to pull her back. It took the brawn of Jim Hopper to hold her tight and carry her to the car. The group sped away, reeling from another loss.

Steve made three. Murray Bauman and Dmitri ‘Ezno’ Antonov died a week prior, on the Party’s second ill-fated attempt at taking Vecna down.

Nancy and Robin held onto each other in grief-stricken desperation in the back of the truck. El Hopper, not a witch but magic nonetheless, blamed herself.

“What are we gonna do…?” Joyce Byers’ small and scared voice asked from the front. “How are we going to keep them safe?”

Nobody answered.

The ride to where the Party was held up was void of conversation. They’d taken up in the empty lakeside house of one of Hawkins’ currently incarcerated drug dealers. Hopper, assumed dead but still a cop, knew Reefer Rick wasn’t going to come home anytime soon.

Inside the house, Dustin Henderson was the first to notice Steve’s absence.

While the children cried, Hopper and Joyce huddled in the corner. They were both pale with shock. Joyce shook her head. “We can’t keep doing this,”

“We’re getting them out of here. Sue and Charles were right to take Lucas and Erica. I’ll drag Henderson to his mom. Get them out of Hawkins. Mike too,”

“You think he’ll leave El?”

“Won’t give him a choice.”

Nancy, forcing herself into stoic resolve appeared. “I’m not leaving,” she asserted.

“Nancy,”

“No. We have to end this. For Will. And El. For Steve. For everyone. We have to end this.”

Within hours, half the Party was on route to evacuation, leaving Joyce and her sons – Will and Jonathan, Hopper and El, Nancy, and Robin. Like Nancy, Robin refused to abandon ship; vengeance was on the minds of the teenage girls.

“He’s getting stronger,” Will said. They were all sitting around Reefer Rick’s kitchen table. Will’s skin was tinged a sickly blue. His connection to Vecna and the Upside Down had never truly been severed.

“We cannot fight him there,” El added.

“So, we need a hometown advantage? How do we get him up here?” Hopper posed.

There were no suggestions or solutions at first. Then, Nancy thought out loud, “We need help. Maybe if we go back to Victor, to his dad…”

“Help!” Robin yelled suddenly. “We need help!”

Everyone watched her. “Erica. Erica’s leg should not have healed that quick. And it wasn’t just a sprained ankle. That was… that was Vecna magic poison shit, right? So, so, the girl that helped. Erica said she was weird. What if she’s like…” Robin gestured at El. “You know, superpowers weird? What if she can help?”

“Where would we even find her?” Joyce asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know, seems like a-” but before Nancy could finish, Robin interrupted.

“A shot in the dark?!”

…

When a knock on your door woke you up, you tripped over your feet to get there. It was as you opened it you realised Eddie wouldn’t have knocked. You’d learnt the hard way vampires did not need an invitation; they’d carefully cultivated that myth themselves.

Standing on your doorstep was a group of people. Although you recognised them, it was only Robin who recognised you.

“I told you we shouldn’t have all come,” one of them mumbled. Jonathan.

“We need your help,” Robin said. “We know you have superpowers. We know you did something to Erica. You have to help us,”

“She means ‘please.’ Please help us,” Nancy corrected.

Pure desperation.

Utter grief.

Abject misery.

“Come in.”

They told you the story, beginning in 1947 when Henry Creel was born. The Lab. Papa. Eleven. Will Byers going missing. The Upside Down. Barb. Demogorgon. Dr Sam. Demodogs. Bob. The Mind Flyer. Kali. Billy’s possession. Russian invasions. Starcourt. Hopper’s not-death. More Russians. Vecna. Demobats. Kate Bush. Max Mayfield lying in a hospital bed. Murray. Enzo. Steve.

“So, now it’s your turn. What’s, ah, what’s your deal?” Robin was pacing, nearly manic. Only Steve had ever been able to focus her energies, now he was gone and she was lost at sea.

“You’re not like me,” El said. She was sat between Hopper and Joyce on the couch. Will sat at his mother’s feet. Nancy perched herself on the barstool while Jonathan stood against the kitchen bench next to her.

You blocked Robin from taking another step, taking one of her hands and holding it tight. Her eyes welled up with tears. “When this is done and if we survive, I will help you talk to him. You are owed a farewell.” You turned to the group. “You of all are.”

Robin dropped to the floor and folded in on herself, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking. You let her self-soothe.

“The first thing you need to understand is that involving myself in this could make it worse. Vecna is a parasite. He has his own power, but he feeds off others’ too. The other world, the Upside Down, he draws power from there. From you, Eleven. Even you, Will,”

“But he’s just a boy,” Joyce said sadly.

“I don’t think he is… You’re something else. But… nothing that can help us now. My point is that if gets a hold of me, he doesn’t just get my magic. He’ll find a doorway to all witches. That’s… Well, it’s almost endless power. He will not be stopped. He will take this plane of existence. And, he might find ways to the others.”

There was a stunned and pensive silence.

“So… It’s, it’s a gamble,” Nancy concluded.

“And we’re betting… literally the entire world…” Jonathan said, looking at her. She nodded.

“What if he already knows about you?” Will asked, voice quiet.

You sat down on the carpet on the opposite side of the coffee table. Eye level with Will, you studied his face. “You feel him…” Will nodded. “And he feels me?”

“No,” Will replied. “He saw Erica, after you healed her,”

“Are you sure?” Joyce asked him.

Will shook his head. “No… But… he might.”

Cutting through the tension like a chainsaw through salted butter, the phone rang. Nobody was spared from the jolt of fear.

You jumped up to answer it, knowing the few people who had your number. “Hello?”

“You need to get out of Hawkins,”

“It’s fine,”

“No. It’s not,”

“Kelsey, whatever the news is saying-”

“You don’t understand. It’s not on the news. As far as the humans know, the clean up of Hawkins is going well and there hasn’t been any more casualties – injured or dead.” There was something worse than panic in Kelsey’s voice that you hadn’t heard in decades.

“What’s going on?” you asked, skipping over the obvious ‘that’s not what’s happening’ and rhetorical ‘how do you know about what happened?’

“The Witches Who Came Before. They’ve given a warning to the coven.”

Your blood ran cold, so cold it felt like ice, like all the red had frozen solid in your veins. Kelsey didn’t continue, maybe too afraid to tell you, maybe wanting to give you a chance to bail from the conversation if you wanted to go entirely rogue.

“Karhu. What’s the warning?”

Kelsey hadn’t heard her first, her ancient name, for centuries; she wanted to sob. She remained stoic and delivered the mystic caution. “He knows. He knows you’re close. He doesn’t know what you are. He can’t find you like he can find the humans. But it’s only a matter of time.”

Divine timing.

“And the coven? What are they going to do?

“Ah, well, they-they’re gonna set up a border. Around Hawkins. He-he shouldn’t be able to cross it. And his power shouldn’t be able to, you know, get through. But, um…” Kelsey was nervous, stuttering as she anxiously reported.

“But what?”

“They haven’t worked out if… If it’s better that you… Uh…”

She didn’t have to say it. “If it’s better that I’m trapped in here with him. Right? ‘Cause if I run, he’ll come after me,”

“Yeah,” Kelsey whispered. “I’m sorry… I tried-”

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry. You haven’t done anything. And don’t try to… Don’t fight the coven on my behalf, okay?”

Kelsey was crying.

You looked back at the terrified faces watching you intently.

“He’s powerful, but he’s just another monster. Just another leech. We have outlived famine and demons and war and witch hunts. Henry Creel is no match for a witch.”

End Note: I personally feel like the 1843 section of this chapter slaps so hard. Grimoire updated to include witchfire, and the timeline has been updated too.

You know the drill. Tell me your thoughts and feelings! I need them! xo Rhi

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sorn-orlith · 6 months

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Heyyyy so I might or might not have just been obsessing over your page (I totally was I ain’t gonna lie). But I was wondering (if your requests are still open) if you could do a M!Tav x Shadowheart where Shadowheart has a nightmare in camp and he comforts her. Mainly fluff but if you want to add smut, well I won’t complain lmao. Anyway hope you’re having a great day!

There had been a time when Tav would ignore Shadowheart's quiet gasps of pain -- not because he wanted to, mind, but because any attempt at soothing had been met with swift and harsh rebuke. Pain is Shar's gift, and Tav learned quickly not to come between his beloved and her goddess.

But tonight is different. Not a tenday prior Shadowheart had cast decades of Shar worship into the ether along with her spear. To say she was taking it poorly would be an inadequate read of the situation; she was withdrawn, but not to the point of harm. She needed to think. She needed time.

The Sharran had long since kept her pain silent; but as Tav lies, ears pricked to the slightest sound, he picks up her voice -- "No."

It's as much of an invitation he's going to get. He keeps his blankets around his shoulders -- the early-autumn air nips at his skin -- and makes his way into Shadowheart's tent.

"Shadowheart."

He calls to her in the darkness, a whisper unheard. Her teeth chatter, her breathing comes in short gasps.

"Viam lux!"

Tav is more forceful as he summons dancing lights, illuminating their sanctum in a bluish glow. Shadowheart, curled in on herself and doused in her own sweat, lay shivering at his feet. In an instant he's on his knees. From his new vantage point he's able to see the muscles in her face clenched, eyes shut so tightly it's as though they're sealed closed.

Tentative as though reaching for a frightened kitten, he touches her shoulder. "Shadowheart, wake up; it's Tav. You're having a nightmare." Gentle fingers wipe the sweat-soaked bangs from her brow. "Come back to me. Please."

In a flash her eyes are open and locked on Tav's, a deer staring down the length of a hunter's arrow.

He brings the light in closer, that she might see an ally above her.

"Tav," she chokes.

"You're awake now; she can't touch you." He knows better than to tell her her dreams were not real. In all her wickedness, the Goddess of loss raking jagged claws down Shadowheart's brain is every bit as true as the man currently crouched beside her.

A steadying hand on her shoulder, the tortured creature's panting slowly evens out into a pained but steady rhythm. Her shaking ebbs.

"There you are," he says.

"She has me," whispers the half-elf. "I can live in the moonlight all I want to; as soon as I'm asleep, I'm hers again."

It's the first she's spoken of Shar since the night they promised themselves to one another. Tav won't ruin this. If she needs to talk, let her talk. If she needs warmth, let Tav be an inferno.

"I'm so cold."

He's ambling onto his side before the words are even out, wrapping her up in his own blanket.

She rests her slick forehead against his.

"Do you want to be touched?" He ventures, cautious.

Shadowheart's eyes study the sproutings of hair on Tav's chin with fervid intent, fearing his eyes as she had when she had first awoken. "I don't know. Can you... here, take my hand."

She was right. She's frigid. Fingers like ice meet Tav's warm hand between them. Silence fills the seconds that come next, stretching out into quiet minutes spent in contemplation.

"I don't think I'm getting back to sleep," sighs Shadowheart at last. "But -- will you come to my tent tomorrow? If you'll have me, I mean. I could use someone to banish Shar when I'm in the worst of it."

He brings her now-warm fingers to his lips. "Think nothing of it. As long as you have need of me, I'll be here."

#Thank you for the ask #I LOVED filling this!#shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 drabble #shadowheart x reader #long post

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rock-in-peace-reita · 12 days

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ガゼット Talk Event - 11/01/2004

The MC started the instore by cautioning fans not to lose any of their hair extensions—he was tryna make a joke like "don't headbang too hard during the talk event." His joke fell flat. Then the members came out on stage and chaos ensued.

MC: So...were there any interesting things that happened when making [DISORDER]? Let's hear from the two members of the rhythm section first...

Kai: Was...there...anything...?

Reita: Well...

MC: How about anything that was difficult?

Reita: The most difficult things was that this fucker [Kai] stayed with me.

Kai: Oh god...

MC: Oh really? What happened?

Reita: Well...For starters! He falls asleep RIGHT away.

Kai: Oi! You were the one that said it was okay if I slept!

MC: So you just fell asleep...?

Kai: No! It wasn't like that at all! No no no! I looked sleepy, so Reita asked "Are you tired? You can go to bed." So I went to bed. Then the next day he was all "Kai slept in my bed last night. Isn't he the worst?" to everyone!

MC: Did you tell him where to sleep?

Reita: No, I didn't.

MC: Then you didn't tell him not to sleep in your bed!

Kai: Right! Right!

Reita: I mean...I didn't expect him to completely go to sleep there for the rest of the night! I thought he was gonna sleep for a bit then get back up again and continue the meeting. But he slept until morning!

MC: How long did he sleep?

Kai: It wasn't even that long...

Reita: It was like...8 hours!

MC: That's such a long time!

Kai: Then you should have woken me up!

Reita: No but! You were sleeping so soundly! Anyways...This album I made while sleeping on the floor is filled with my anger and sorrow.

MC: Alright! On to the two guitarists!

Aoi & Uruha: Yeah?

MC: Do you have any incidents you'd like to share?

Uruha: ...ummm...any...?

Aoi: I don't know what to say...

Uruha: We kinda just play our guitars for each other...and...are like "Yeah. That was good." That's it.

MC: So...it's more like you meet up to listen to what each has come up with? You don't really plan things first?

Aoi: Yeah. That's right.

MC: Do you already have a general idea of what each of you is going to play?

Aoi: Yeah. I know what he's gonna do.

MC: So...you don't sleep together?

Aoi: Not exactly...

Uruha: Yup. We go to Aoi's house.

Aoi: Mmmm. Yup. Sometimes we go to a bar to meet. We're pretty casual...calling each other by our first names.

MC: Next, I'd wanna ask you all a slightly more casual question. Please tell us which perfume and shampoo you use.

Uruha: Brrr...vvvv...Brvvv...gari...?

MC: Bvlgari?

Uruha: Bvlgari! Uhhh...

MC: What by Bvlgari?

Uruha: Bvlgari...?

MC: Bvlgari by Bvlgari...?

Uruha. No...the purple...one...

MC: Okay. The purple one by Bvlgari. What about shampoo?

Uruha: Lux

MC: The red one?

Uruha: The white one

MC: Oh! I've never seen the white one.

What about Kai's perfume?

Kai: Ummm...Jaguar...?

MC: And shampoo?

Kai: Mod hair

Ruki: I don't remember the name of the perfume...it's something pink.

MC: Oh? Do you mean the bottle or the liquid?

Ruki: Not the bottle. It was a gift. It's the same smell that a lot of the fan letters are sprayed with.

MC: Is it a sweet smell?

Ruki: It's sweet.

MC: What about your shampoo?

Ruki: Well...I use purple shampoo...

MC: Murasaki shampoo...?

Ruki: It's a shampoo that prevents blonde hair from turning yellow.

MC: Is it the same one you use on the black parts of your hair?

Ruki: Yes, it is. But the black parts of my hair are starting to turn ashy, so I need to stop using it.

MC: Do you have to mail order it?

Ruki: No, it's sold in normal stores.

Reita: I don't use perfume anymore.

MC: You don't use perfume? Do you make your own frgrance?

Reita: Yes, I do.

MC: Body odor

Aoi: My perfume is...GUCCI's...ummm...what was it again...it's the one in the round, black bottle...

MC: Alright. The round, black one by GUCCI.

What about shampoo?

Aoi: ...Vidal Sassoon...

The audience starts laughing.

Aoi: WHY IS THIS WHAT YOU LAUGH AT?

MC: Maybe they just like it. Vidal Sassoon is a good brand, right?

Aoi: Yeah

MC: Next, let's talk about something you used to be able to eat but can't anymore. Or vice verse.

Uruha: I...oysters. I couldn't eat them.

MC: Oysters

Uruha: Um...oysters...

Uruha apparently made oyster-shaped hand gestures to describe them.

MC: Ok...

Uruha: I used to throw up whenever I'd eat them, but now I think they actually smell good.

MC: How do you usually eat them?

Uruha: Well...you know...any way...

Kai: Okra

MC: Okra...?

Kai: I used to eat it with natto, but now I can't. I like natto with green onions. And eggs.

MC: It's delicious with eggs, huh?

Kai broke into a huge smile.

MC: Oh wow! What a lovely smile! You have a great smile!

The audience started laughing.

Ruki: I can't really drink alcohol, but I'm able to drink cassis orange now.

MC: Cassis!

Ruki: It's sweet and tasty, but I get sleepy after two glasses.

MC: But that's nice in its own way. I envy people who don't like drinking.

Ruki: Really?

MC: Yes. I'd rather not be able to drink alcohol.

Ruki: But it gets kinda lonely, ya know?

MC: Oh really?

Ruki: When everyone goes out and orders a mug of beer or a glass of wine, I have to be like "I'll have a Cassis orange..."

Reita: I can't eat vegetables...

MC: Vegetables? You couldn't eat them?

Reita: And...I still can't east them...

MC: None at all?

Reita: Well...Cucumbers and tomatoes are okay...but...

MC: Nothing else?

Reita: Nope. Especially not leafy vegetables. The idea of eating leaves...I just....as a human being...I just can't tolerate it..

Aoi: I don't really have anything I don't like.

MC: Can you eat leaves?

Aoi: Oh yes! I can eat leaves!

MC: Oh? He eats leaves!

Aoi: Oi! But...

During the talk event, ZAKUROgata no yuuutsu was playing in the background. Right as Aoi starts to speak, the flatline sound at the end of the song cut Aoi off with a "beeeeeeeeeeep."

Aoi lost his shit laughing—then the venue lost it. After he regained his composure, Aoi finished answering the question.

Aoi: ...croquette. I don't like them.

Audience: Eeeeeeeeh?!

Aoi: Yeah

MC: What don't you like? Are they too greasy?

Aoi: That's part of it...but mostly I don't like the filling. I don't like paste-y things.

MC: What about tonkatsu?

Aoi: Oh! I love tonkatsu!

MC: Pork cutlets are okay! What about meat croquettes?

Aoi: Ohhhh~! I loooove them~!

Audience: Eeeeeeeeh?!

MC: Huh? You like them?

Aoi: Well yeah...It's meatballs...

MC: No! I said meat croquettes...

Aoi: Oh?! Meat croquettes?! Noooope!

MC: Anyways. Congratulations!

Everyone: What?!

MC: You've just won $3,000,000! What would you spend it on? Let's start with Aoi!

Aoi: I'd start by getting a new place...

MC: An expensive place?

Aoi: Yeah

MC: I think you'd still have money left over.

Aoi: Well, I'd have to pay rent n’ stuff.

Audience: Eeeeeeh?!

MC: Wait?! You wouldn't just buy the place?!

Aoi: Nahhh. I get bored easily, so I like to be able to move around.

MC: Oh! You're thinking ahead!

Reita: I wanna throw a wad of bills at everyone here!

Audience: Yaaaaay!

Reita: See! Everyone wants a wad of bills! I want someone to throw a wad of bills at me too.

MC: What would they do with them? Toss them at you?

Reita: No...it'd be a present.

MC: Reita's really working the room, huh? What a good guy.

Ruki: Can I just pay to get my driver's license?

MC: What do you mean?

Ruki: Like I roll up and am all "Here's $10,000, so just give me the license." without having to take the test.

MC: Noooo. It's $3,000,000.

Ruki: I know. I just thought $10,000 would be enough.

MC: You're right. You don't need to pay $300,000,000. Just $10,000 is fine.

Ruki: Really?1

MC: Noooo! How would I know?!

Ruki: Soooo...after I get my license, I'll buy a car and have one of my friends teach me how to drive. Then I can finally tell people cars are one of my hobbies. And I wanna be in a car magazine or something!

MC: What kind of car do you want to buy?

Ruki: Well, I don't really know anything about cars. But I saw a Jaguar on the street the other day!

MC: Yes?

Ruki: It has the little statue...on the front...

MC: Yes

Ruki: I wanted to like...break it off...and take it home with me.

The audience started laughing.

Ruki: Oh! And I'm really into homes made of concrete. I wanna move to the countryside where there aren't any people. Somewhere with a station that doesn't even have an attendant.

MC: Wouldn't that get kinda lonely?

Ruki: ...I guess I would get lonely...

Kai: I wanna hold a really extravagant live.

MC: Oh! A really extravagant live, huh?

Kai: So, every time we play a song, it's like "POW!"

MC: With lots of effects and stuff!

Kai: Yes! And the stage is made of money!

The audience starts laughing.

Kai: And...can't you make a name for yourself in history with money...?

MC: In history...?

Kai: Like in textbooks and stuff. Wouldn't we get written up in textbooks if we have enough money...?

MC: I dunno.

Kai: ...ummm...and I wanna donate money to Niigata (who just had an earthquake).

MC: Yeah. They have it tough right now. Is anyone in the audience from Niigata?

A girl in the audience raised her hand.

Kai: Oh! You must be having a hard time right now. Then I'll give you $3,000,000!

Uruha: I want a private jet!

MC: A jet!

Uruha: I saw one on tv and got envious.

MC: Ohhhhh

Uruha: And then it'll be like let's have a live and gooooo!

MC: So you wanna take off? Just like that?!

Uruha: Yeah

MC: But I'm not $3,000,000 would be enough.

Uruha: It's not enough...?

MC: In America, it costs $200,000 just to charter a jet like that roundtrip.

Uruha: Oh no....

MC: But maybe your management will buy you one when you become famous internationally!

Uruha: Ok!

MC: Alright! These phycological tests are popular lately, so let's give one a try. Think of two 4 kanji words or idioms.

The members take some time to write them down.

MC: Let's start with Uruha!

Uruha: Ki-shi (being saved from the brink of death)

Uruha wrote a two kanji idiom 起死 (ki-shi) instead of a four kanji one.

MC: Ehhh...? Ki-shi...?

Uruha: Yeah

MC: That's a 4 character idiom...?

The audience starts laughing.

Uruha: No. It's supposed to be two, right?! Huh?

Uruha looked so confused that the MC came over to Uruha and whispered in his ear that it was supposed to be a 4 character idiom, not 2. Uruha got all flustered and broke out in a big smile when he realized he messed up.

The other members started laughing so hard they were all banging on the desk in front of them. Aoi and Reita kept looking at eachother like "brooooo."

Reita pointed at Aoi then put his finger to his temple, twirling it like "He's so crazy."

Uruha looked so embarrassed.

Uruha: Lemme try again! Ki-shi-kai-sei (being revived from the brink of death)

起死回生 (ki-shi-kai-sei) means "being revived from the brink of death" but it also means "recovering from a hopeless situation." A hopeless situation like Uruha fucking up so badly everyone lost their shit.

MC: And a second one!

Uruha: Incoherrent

Kai: Story composition and development, people-pleaser

Ruki: Survival of the fittest, one meal a day

Reita: Cultivate character by working hard, men and women of all ages

Aoi: Writhing in agony, three day monk

A three day monk is someone who can't stick to anything for long—like if you become a monk, but only stick with it for 3 days.

MC: Okay! So the first phrase represents your outlook on life. First, Uruha wrote rebirth.

Uruha: Yes

MC: Which means you're always looking for another chance. That's good. Kai wrote "story composition and development."

Kai: Yes

MC: Ruki said "survival of the fittest."

Ruki: ...yes...

MC: Reita what did you write?

Reita: Cultivate character by working hard.

MC: Self-improvement! That's good!

Reita: Yeah

MC: But for Aoi-san...it's all over.

Aoi: Yes

MC: The second one represents your view on love. So...Uruha. Please tell us what you wrote for the second one.

Uruha: ...incoherent...

MC: Making love incoherently...?! That's gotta be a lie.

The audience laughs.

MC: Next is Kai! What did you write?

Kai: People pleaser

MC: Well that speaks for itself. Next is Ruki...whose answer is kinda problematic...

Ruki: Yes

MC: What did you write?

Ruki: One meal a day

MC: What do you mean by that?!

Ruki: Nooooooo nothing

MC: One girl a day?!

The venues absolutely loses it.

Ruki: Nooooo

MC: And now Reita-san wrote "mean and women, young and old"

Reita: Yes...

MC: So...Reita is okay loving...young and old people...women...and MEN...

Reita: Ehhhh it's just...from young people to the elderly...I just love everyone.

MC: And Aoi...the second one you wrote.

Aoi: Three day monk

MC: Are you a 3 day monk?!

Aoi: No!

MC: You just get bored and love someone new right away.

#the gazette #reita the gazette

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raayllum · 9 months

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Now that we have the trailer, episode titles, and added context from the TDP shorts this season, I thought I’d take a stab at doing another season breakdown since there’s been so much updated information. Let’s dig in!

5x01 — Domina Profundis

The most likely episode to begin with a deep lore flashback, if any are going to, a la 3x01′s introduction with Sol Regem. This will probably involve Domina Profundis and perhaps her last goodbye to Zubeia after the death of the Empress broke her heart and she disappeared into the oceans. The scene of Ezran retrieving the Siren Stone from Zubeia’s antechambers at the Storm Spire are presumably a ‘missing’ scene from this episode as well, given that he’s with Soren and Corvus, so the group must have gone back to Katolis to pick up the later.

The first 4ish tracks from the soundtrack also likely belong to this episode.

29. The Beacon (1:44) — Ez, Corvus, and Soren lighting the Beacon to try and summon Domina Profundis. 30. Consequences of Magic (1:32) — Catching us up that Viren passed out for the general audience (hi end credits) and Terry and Clauda thinking about their next move. 31. I Haven’t Forgotten (3:41) — Could be Rayla going down to the dungeons for answers about her family and finding Runaan’s bow, as this is likely the only episode the whole gang will be remotely in Katolis for a while. It could also be inklings of Viren or Karim (Janai being very aware that her brother, while banished/exiled/jailed for now, is still out there.) This could also easily tie into Zubeia. 32. Seeking Answers (3:05) — Could possibly also be Rayla going down to the dungeons in Katolis and/or the kids having their “We need more info on Startouch elves” talk, and making a plan for Callum and Rayla to go to the Great Bookery of Lux Aurea.

While we know Ezran meets Domina Profundis, I would not be surprised if she says no to helping them and/or provides a dead end (her piece of the puzzle was given to the Empress, and has gone ‘missing’ since) and she retreats back into the waves, forcing Ez and Zubeia to consider other avenues.

5x02 — Old Wounds

Callum and Rayla, if they haven’t already, set out for Lux Aurea. Claudia reluctantly realizes that they can’t spend anymore time waiting for Viren to wake up, and that they have get moving, adjacent to these soundtrack titles.

33. Early Mornings (0:52) 34. My Most Eager Student (4:58) 35. Keep Moving (3:01)

Viren could be having this initial talks with Aaravos (in which case the student is Claudia) or it could be about him and Kpp’Ar in dream flashbacks. Early mornings / here could also easily be where Janai gives Amaya the sunforge blade as a gift.

Last but not least, this is almost definitely where Sol Regem and Karim meet / start to conspire, thanks to Sol Regem’s literal old wounds. Ez and Zubeia shortly travel to where the dragons congregate for his speech.

5x03 — Nightmares and Revelations

Almost definitively a big episode for Viren with his dark magic induced dreams, as well as Callum possibly having a nightmare while he and Rayla are on the road to Lux Aurea, resulting in the banther chase (threat in the forest). Terry and Claudia literally carrying Viren either has to come from this episode or the prior one, as it seems they make their ‘dream raft’ sooner rather than later in the season.

36. Threat in the Forest (2:30) 37. Dream Raft (2:43) 38. Calling the Dragons of Xadia (3:09) 39. In Your Dreams (1:55)

This is where the Rayla and Callum “Stargazing” clip would fit as well, before they get attacked by the Banther and have to flee into the night.

Last but not least, Ezran and Zubeia - likely fearing that without Domina’s help, they won’t be able to successfully beat Claudia to the prison - call upon the dragons of Xadia to instead help hunt her down and stop her along the way, resulting in the water dragon we see pictured a few times attacking her in the trailer (probably in the next episode).

5x04 — The Great Bookery

Callum and Rayla arrive in New Aurea and are taken to the Great Bookery with one less mount, aided by Amaya and Kazi, the latter of whom stays to do research with Callum (and possibly with Rayla, but unknown).

We also know thanks to the trailer and its backgrounds that Rayla tells Callum about the coins as well while they��re with the Sunfire elves, backed up by the according soundtrack titles:

41. To the Library (2:15) 42. Stay Safe (2:17) 43. Father and Daughter (1:37) 44. Like Aunt, Like Nephew (2:46) 45. We Can Help Them (2:26) 46. We Fight (2:59) - the Big Fight scene that’s featured in the numerous trailers, with Amaya, Callum, and Rayla 47. Rescue at the Great Bookery (4:04)

Zubeia saves Callum, Rayla, and Amaya from the corrupted banthers at the Great Bookery. (If you look closely, you can see the banthers actually falling down to the right of the screencap.)

5x05 — Archmage Akiyu

The gang reunites and pools together what they’ve found, resulting in the location of the prison and knowing who to find next (and where) in Archmage Akiyu, who is probably masquerading around as Tidebound Tina to be left the fuck alone (and to gauge anyone who may come calling for the information she has). This is when they have to go under the shells and follow the old Tidebound lady further. If Zubeia is having a dragon political plot line, this would be a good time to develop it, as well as Janai and Amaya dealing with the aftermath of whatever the hell’s happening in Lux Aurea.

Tina, either this episode or the next, leads to the kids to some kind of bioluminescent cave (maybe they passed some kind of ‘good intentions’ test) and unveils her staff and true identity as Akiyu.

The kids either stay here for an ep or one of the ending scenes is where Callum and Rayla have a bit of ‘pool date’ (for lack of a better term - take note of the bucket in the background, and Rayla is smiling briefly before hand, so it certainly seems safe) even if it doesn’t end well.

Given the context of Ezran’s short story and his complicated feelings about Runaan, I wonder if it’s some kind of disagreement surrounding the situation of Ez, Runaan, and the coins.

Soundtrack:

48. A Magical Prison (2:14)

5x06 — Bait and Switch

Akiyu, perhaps, has the location of the prison, and clues to where the final piece they need is: some sort of treasure taken from the Empress by the motley pirates who slayed her, and currently in Captain Finnegrin’s grasp in Scumport.

I can also see this being another big episode for Viren, realizing that Claudia is now the one Aaravos is after rather than himself, and it’s been “a bait and switch” if you will. Viren possibly finally wakes up after being passed out for 2/3rds of the season, his dream visions to an end.

Also Bait possibly being used as Bait, and Scumport being a place where Rayla can act as a quasi guide.

5x07 — Sea Legs

The kids make their way to Scumport after Rayla leads them to the ferry with a Charon-like figure and her Finnegrin’s Favour coin to prove it.

49. Welcome to Scumport (1:00) 50. Times Are Changing (2:21) 51. Blood Moon Rises (1:30)

It could also have a double meaning if the kids have already been doing some sailing between places and thanks to the promo poster with the octopus/squid (sea legs indeed).

Karim has either enlisted Kim’Dael (if Zubeia put an end to Sol Regem’s involvement) as another attempt to wedge dissent in his sister’s kingdom, or hearing of the unrest, Kim’Dael has come to make herself known. This may also tie into Claudia’s ‘blood moon’ quasi-vision (symbol?) scene that an awakened Viren seems to witness.

52. If You Kill Me Now (1:59) - Kim’Dael and Karim or a Callum and Rayla conversation? 53. The Wounded Return (2:13) - the survivors of Kim’Dael’s attack going back to Janai and Amaya with grave news

While in Scumport, the kids steal whatever they need from Finnegrin’s tower, complete with Ezran finally getting to go down another zippy-line-thingy.

They’ve either teamed up with Nyx (who seems to be comandeering her own ship) before as an exit strategy, or as a spur of a moment thing. The pirates pursue.

5x08 — Finnegrin’s Wake

The pirates catch up to them, even with sky magic speed boosts, and Callum possibly gets in a brawl with Finnegrin’s ‘first mate’ (?) Deadwood, who we see in Ch2 of Chasing Shadows is basically unbeatable. This leads to his injuries (the black eye and scrape on his face) although how and why we don’t know. Fingers crossed it’s fucked up and for Rayla (who has possibly stolen from him in the past) bc I can dream. Callum is seemingly made to summon lighting per Finnegrin’s command (notice the sleeve and the fulminus rune) to maybe lure in Domina Profundis, since it seems she has a male Tidebound rival, and Finnegrin is the one male Tidebound elf we’ve been introduced to (and if he benefitted from the Empress’ death, that’d certainly fit).

54. To Kill an Archdragon (3:03) 55. Not Yours to Give (4:50) - Aaravos magic related flashback? Kim’Dael, Karim, and Janai standoff because Karim can’t free her and Janai is still the rightful heir? 56. Deadwood Deserves Dignity (3:03) 57. Captain of a Crustacean (2:04)

Captain of a Crustacean seems like another reference to Finnegrin, although why it’s being emphasized now, I have no clue. Deadwood Deserves Dignity seems like a funeral, to me (as well as ‘wake’ meaning like in the wake of waves you’re leaving, or a funeral wake) so it’s possible that whatever Callum does here also kills some people. If the pirates were trying to kill Domina, ‘to kill an archdragon’ would fit in nicely, even if she will most likely come in and save the kids when all their boats get blown to splinters.

5x09 — Infantis Sanguine

Means “Blood of a Child” with a lot of possible options and primal/deep magic implications (“the lost child” referring to both Claudia and my little man, Sir Sparklepuff; Ezran and Zym being literal children; Aaravos deriding the whole dragang as “pathetic children”; Elarion being labelled “a black-eyed child” after Aaravos ‘gave’ magic to it/her). None of it’s good.

58. Zubeia’s Dream (2:54) 59. The Sea of the Castout (4:00) 60. The Prison Should Be Here (3:25) 61. Underwater Showdown (1:41) - hopeful mage fight between Callum and Claudia + everyone else 62. Tomorrow the Sun Will Rise (3:07) - is not a good thing, for reasons I will reaffirm below

S5 will likely end with Aaravos out, the Moon possibly but probably not freed, Janai’s kingdom in shambles and handed over to her brother, and a good deal of extra angst (Viren defecting and alive against his will? Claudia snapping? Other injuries for the main kids) for good measure, because

1) Nothing good in this show ever happens at dawn (Sarai and the queens of Duren’s deaths, Callum’s possession, the moonstone path disappearing, etc). 2) Love you season long Karim’s metaphor hold out

3) The humans huddled together, scarcely daring to breathe, awaiting the rise of the sun. And when the long, dark night had finally passed—for the sun must always rise, mustn’t it?—they gazed out upon an unfamiliar landscape. —TDP Reflections: Ripples

Conclusion

As always some of this is inevitably wrong / going to be shuffled around further, and while it may feel like a lot has been revealed, it only just makes me more curious for everything we don’t know as there are still plenty of gaps and all sorts of ways things could go horribly, terribly wrong for our favourite characters in the best of ways. And I cannot wait to see how the season turns out and what’s wrong and what’s right in just under a week!

#tdp #tdp meta #the dragon prince #tdp spoilers #s5 spoilers #arc 2 #s5 #s5 speculation #predictions #analysis series #analysis #trailer #tdp shorts

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄. sʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ sᴀɴᴏ

summary: you didn't mean to have a steamy exchange with a pretty stranger after borrowing his lighter.

♱ pairing: shinichiro x f!reader

♱ c/w: MATURE. detailed smut, car sex, unprotected sex, breast play, praising, brief alcohol and cigarette use, wakasa best wingman.

♱ a/n: saw this lighter and thought of him 😈 belated happy birthday 🤍

Shinichiro liked his birthdays simple. The presence of his family and friends over dinner was perfect and he considered the day well-spent.

Although, when it was time for the guys to come home, his best friends had one last surprise in mind. “Hold on, hold on, you really think we were just gonna give you some boring helmet?” Takeomi rests his palm over Shin's shoulder.

“What do you mean? It's nice, I liked it.”

“Oh... my guy, we have something better. Would just rather give it to you in private.” Wakasa spoke, taking the small paper bag containing Shin's second gift from the inside of his jacket.

And with curious eyes, the man of the hour opened the bag, looks melting into confusion as he finally took out a simple black lighter. “Wow, thanks, I guess.” He nods, just about to take the item back into the bag again.

“Read what it says...” The Akashi points out. Shinichiro obliged, flipping the lighter on its other side and read out the printed white words that said, “If you wanna f*ck, smile when you give me the lighter back.”

His cheeks warmed up at the lewd text, immediately shooting his friends a questioning glare. They must've loved his reaction as the three were now giggling like little girls, wishing they could capture the look on Shinichiro's face.

“So you can shoot your shot the next time we're out, man! They've gotta love this!” Wakasa says. “The Luxe. Saturday night. Don't be late.” Takeomi mentions, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets and a lit cigarette in between his lips.

Now, here they are at the night club Takeomi invited them to. Wakasa had his feet propped up on the empty seat, lightheadedness starting to kick in after all the shots they'd taken. Takeomi had his eyes on the women performing on stage, while Benkei had gone off to order more drinks for their table.

Although smoking isn't prohibited inside the premises, Shinichiro preferred to light up a stick out on the balcony with a sweet view and minimal crowd; and the thought never left his mind the moment it crossed.

So when he got up from the seat, excusing himself for a smoke outside, Wakasa reminds him of the special lighter, pointing at the onyx-haired man's left pocket where he had kept it.

“Fine, fine.” He mutters, sliding out of their booth then heading to the open space outside.

It almost seems as if he'd gone to a different place, with the environment being completely different from the nightlife inside the club. He quickly lit up a stick, covering the lighter's text in his palms so no one could see it and judge.

Though, upon shoving it back in his pocket, he felt a tap on his shoulder followed by a polite voice, “Hi, do you have a light?” A woman asks, holding a fresh cigarette in her lips.

If Shinichiro claimed he didn't find her attractive, he would be deceiving himself. There was something with her aura and [ E / C ] eyes which compelled him to linger and admire her presence.

Yes, he did have a light. But he also did not want you to assume he's a perverted man who picks people up with a lighter. So, in a fit of panic, he reaches out and touches the lit cigarette on his mouth with hers, his eyes riveted on the way her lips parted in response to the gesture while still keeping the stick in place.

She could only admire his features from their closeness while he was so intent on trying to light her stick while dipping his head in concentration as the flame incinerated toward hers.

Upon pulling away, she kept her gaze at him before exhaling a puff of smoke. “Can I buy you a drink…?” She trailed off, wondering for his name.

“Sano Shinichiro.”

“[ Y / N ] [ L / N ].” She responded. “I heard they serve a Glenmorangie ten here.” She added before stopping a waiter to order two shots for them.

“Uhm, are you celebrating anything?” He asks with a faint chuckle, turning his body towards hers.

“Oh, yes.” She nodded. “I celebrate meeting this cute guy outside the bar.” She chatted up, eyeing him serenely. Shinichiro’s lips tugged into a smirk in response, feeling himself ease into the conversation.

“And I think this guy wants your number too.” He blurted, looking away with a subtle smug smile, then inhaling from his cigarette. [ Y / N ] chuckled in response, dazzled by how quickly he responded to her line before entering the digits on his phone.

“You come here a lot?” He asks. “Nah,” She denied, tossing off the half-finished stick to a glass tray. “My friends are playing a set tonight and they asked me to come watch.” She gestured towards the stage inside, where a small band performed rock tunes.

“That’s cool.” He nods. “I see you like automotives?” She asks, gesturing at the sano motors patch on his jacket. “Oh, yes. I own a shop, actually.” He humbly smiled.

“That is so cool. You do cars?” She wondered. “Yeah, but mostly bikes. You own an impala?” He pointed at the set of keys hanging on her belt loop.

“Yeah…” [ Y / N ] tilted her head in amusement, “Wanna see it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Did you get it full-serviced? She sounds so clean.” He wondered, carefully revving the engine once they've got in. “Yes.” She nodded, admiring the way he handled her vehicle.

“Look at the gauge resistor too.” She leans to his side as they geek over the dashboard. They however didn’t realize their closeness with each other until [ Y / N ] supported herself with her hand on Shinichiro’s thigh.

He turns to her upon the sudden realization, now coming in contact with her neck. [ Y / N ]’s breath hitched upon feeling his warmth, as if it was their earlier moment all over again. But this time, with very little distance.

“Mmm.” With a leap of faith, Shinichiro leans in for a kiss, closing the space in their noses first before pressing their lips together. She melted in his touch in an instant, returning the same intensity of the kiss.

“Wanna see the backseat?” She offered.

“Absolutely.”

The stars in the darkening sky was nothing compared to the countless glimmer in their eyes that they held as they held each other for the first time.

His lips moved to devour hers, hands seeking the rightful place on her waist as he ran them over her clothed back.

Soft gasps and moans echoed into the still car, followed by a throaty groan from the man as she started to rock her hips against his.

Shinichiro's lips moved along her jawline, then pampered her neck with soft kisses attentive of her reactions and movements.

His hands trailed down [ Y / N ]'s waist, handling her thighs with care as she traced his toned body underneath the thin tank top, which he started to get lost into. Until, [ Y / N ] pulled away from the feverish kiss, guiding one of his hands under her skirt.

“Stop being a gentleman and fuck me already.” She whispered sensuously, in which he faintly whimpered in response to. “Fuck…” He exhaled upon feeling his fingers come in contact with her wet entrance. With one swift movement, he pulls off her underwear with a little of her help, blindly tossing it onto the front seat.

He wished he could relieve the straining hard-on in his jeans as she rode his fingers, which [ Y / N ] realized shortly. She had soon eased his jeans and underwear, as he ridded of her top.

“Is this okay, Shin~?” [ Y / N ]'s lips met his ear, softly whispering as to make sure they wanted to continue in the car.

“Y-yes…” He gulped, looking down in between theie bodies before taking his shaft, pumping it gently then spreading the pre-cum on his tip along her folds. “Oh fuck!” She gasped in response.

“Hey,” With his free hand, he gently strokes her cheek before leaning in for a sweet kiss, and then slowly pushing her body down his length. “Fuck yesss…” With a heavy pant against her skin, he'd pushed himself further inside her with ease.

Once he'd manage to pump his entire length into her, [ Y / N ] couldn't help but encase his entire length into her walls tightly to relieve the aching pulse, turning both of them into a moaning mess.

“It feels so tight, does it hurt?” Shinichiro checks, “No, far from it.” She assured. “Good girl, I'll move you now.” With his cue, she fastened herself onto his shoulders before being lifted, then bounced on his cock.

With every slow, yet deep thrust followed a pleasured gasp and moan. Shinichiro would close his eyes and bury his nose in her neck as he whispered sweet nothings, treating her body with uttermost care and pleasure.

Every so often she would tug on his locks for a bit, earning a growl reverberating through their lips in the heat of the moment.

“God, Shin!” She breathes out at the feeling of his girth nudging against her spot, and his tip hitting somewhere so deep inside of her. “Can I go a little rough?" He asks, now nibbing on the skin of her clavicle.

In response, [ Y / N ] held the man by the neck, pressing their bodies closer before starting to bounce on his length faster than ever. Shinichiro gasped in response, holding onto her shoulders for support and suppressing his moans into her ear.

“[ Y / N ]!” He cried out, his nails digging small crescents onto her skin with every hard bounce. “Darling, gonna— cum—!” She panted, feeling herself squeeze and spill around his cock deep inside her.

“Where do you want it, baby?” He asks, feeling himself spill soon enough after her upon feeling her walls grip his cock harder than ever. and with a wicked idea, [ Y / N ] pulls herself off of him, causing the man to frown for a moment.

[ Y / N ] fell to her knees, locking eye contact with Shinichiro as she discarded her bra. “Why don't you cum on my face and tits like a messy boy?”

“Mmmh, [ Y / N ]...” He felt himself melt weak when she surround her breasts on his dripping cock, watching as he mindlessly thrust and fucked her tits.

“Cum for me, Shinichiro. You really deserve it.” Hearing his name slip from her mouth so sultry was the last straw, spurting his hot load onto her face first, until they slowly spilled down her tits shortly.

[ Y / N ] gasped in amazement, admiring the dazed boy in front of her before rewarding him with a kiss.

“Mmmh— so sweet, darling.” He hummed softly, holding her close for a deep kiss.

[ Y / N ] then opened her eyes shortly, exchanging adoring glances with Shinichiro. “Hey, I hope this doesn't seem too forward, but, I think you're really nice.” She spoke, freeing herself from his lap and retrieving their clothes.

“I was thinking, maybe we could go back to my place for a proper dinner?” She offered. Shinichiro blushed, dressing up rather quickly then taming his hair nicely.

“I would like that.” It sure was enchanting to be the one getting asked out this time.

ㅤ

“Good morning.” Shinichiro noticed the glimpse of someone reading a newspaper in their living room, assuming it was his grandpa. However, upon speaking, he was startled to see his friends in his house very early in the morning.

“Hey…” He scratched his head, hoping they wouldn't realize that he didn't spend the night at the Sano household.

“I see you’ve put our gift into use…” Wakasa points out.

“Alright, get out.” He groaned, pointing at the door.

Turns out, he didn’t need that damn lighter to pick up a woman; after all. His charms alone even landed him a proper date.

🔖; @tokyometronetwork

#shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro scenarios #tokyo revengers #shinichiro x reader smut #shinichiro x you #shinichiro sano smut #shinichiro smut

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arathain · 6 months

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Gift of Oblivion

Five thousand, four hundred, and fifty-three

The Mason watched from the Perch's unfinished tower as the little light flittered around the great stone bridge, gradually creating a perfect facsimile of ruination. In the afternoon light, the arches of the bridge cast shadows onto the walkway proper, leading up to the great hole, an artificial equivalent of Bonesburrow's natural location, that was Luxintrus's home. The Mason's old heart, ever more a cage than container, sank once more as they looked at the black mist that enveloped their very hands and face, pain welling as the eternal innocence below gathered yet another bucket of river water. As it should. Standing up, the Mason went back to their work, further erecting the decorational tower to overlook their grave's surroundings.

'Perhaps, one day, another will give them the love in kind they so deserve.' A cold murmur escaped the lifeless lips.

Between three thousand five hundred and three thousand eight hundred and fifteen

The lonely shadow looked over at the sleeping child, night falling on the lifeless lands around them. It has been months since the last incident - while their memory took a toll each time, it was an understandable price for the mind to take. Putting away the wooden training swords, the Mason tidied the little light's drab blankets, and dimmed the lantern that lit up the cliffside cave. Looking at the stars above, the all-too-old yet all-too-young idiot sage was too tired to pray for forgiveness, especially given knowing none would grant it. No, it was the Mason's burden, and theirs alone, to leave their voice, those hues that once illuminated their life so, behind. He looked over once more, at the tiny, radiant being.

'Do you see who I want to be for you, or who I am?'

The Mason scoffed.

'As if you wouldn't run away the second you found out. As you should.'

The Mason looked at their lifeless hands, as if waiting for the first cracks to show in the brickwork.

Twelve-Eight-Elevens

The Mason briefly panicked as the fire under the makeshift metal bowl roared, quickly raising the pot so as not overcook the ingredients. The makeshift 'house', made of great, perfect blocks of stone, contained the covered wound and the woundless light, protecting them from the wind and rain outside. Turning from the campfire, they turned to look at little Lux, rummaging through their belongings. A mixture of tired and cautious words exit their mouth.

'What are you looking for?'

Luxintrus looked back at him, an innocent expression on their face.

'Just looking through your stuff, mister.' She raised a cold, volcanic-glass knife, the Mason's eyes widening, if they could. 'I found this thing in your bags, what do-'

She suddenly stopped, her eyes slowly widening as the Mason approached, defeatedly. The little light screamed and bent over, staring at the approaching figure in overwhelming fear. The Mason grabbed the fleeing moth, taking the knife out of their hand. Before they could scream again, the knife stabbed firmly, once, extinguishing the little light, who would awaken in an hour or two, memoryless. Crushing the knife in their palm, the Mason went back to the stew.

'Three days.'

The Mason sat, alone, wandering in agony through the cold depths of their own existence. As they should.

Zero

The Wheel-Bearer entered the room, white fire burning as their comrades descended onto the town. Quickly evading the fumbled attack of their opponent, they pierced them through the chest with their stone greatsword, and then used it to stab the other, charging at them with a knife. Sword plunging through the ground, thousands of spikes pierced the two lifeless, but soon-to-live bodies, dragging them into the ground for an eternity of imprisonment, until the cold flames consume them all. Going further into the house, the Mason extracted another sword out of the stone ground as a small child approached them. Puzzled, the fool sage paused.

The little light beamed a smile at the murderer in front, both hands extending a cloth doll, vaguely resembling a wizard. They were blissfully unaware of the two dead in the room next door, or the blood on the Mason's hands, embracing the figure in front of them with earnest, blind love.

After a second, an hour, a century, the Mason fell to their knees, legs giving in under the burden of the Wheel. Screaming, they stabbed their sword into their head, black liquid flowing out and enveloping their body. As the child walked forward, it saw behind the crouched, ink-black mess, and the twin figure that slowly sunk into the earth before them. Eyes widening, they looked back at the inky figure that moments ago was but yet another friend, their fading hair now turned completely white, just as the fires that crept along the floor. Before they could react, however, the tiny being was snatched by the bitter, inky shadow, passing out from shock as the dark figure leapt from street to street, disappearing into the fiery night. As he should.

Five thousand, four hundred, and fifty-four

The shackled hands close upon the diary, returning the article back to the shelf it rightfully belongs to. A sharp, roiling sneer forms upon the dark, transparent face, savouring the tranquility of it all. 'Well, or so the stories say.'

#content smp #arathain #mouthpiece the fettered #take that masonheads

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kassgender · 6 months

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MANGLE BIGENDER ;

A bigender flag recolor picking from Mangle (FNAF)! Can be used by anyone: Mangle kins who are bigender, people who feel like their bigender identity/experience is in some way represented in Mangle, or a bigender person who just likes Mangles colors!

MANGLE INTERSEX ;

An intersex flag recolor picking from Mangle (FNAF)! Can be used by anyone: Mangle kins who are intersex, people who feel like their intersex identity/experience is in some way represented in Mangle, or an intersex person who just likes Mangles colors!

MANGLE NONBINARY ;

A nonbinary flag recolor picking from Mangle (FNAF)! Can be used by anyone: Mangle kins who are nonbinary, people who feel like their nonbinary identity/experience is in some way represented in Mangle, or a nonbinary person who just likes Mangles colors!

Coined/Created by Luxe & Requested by no-one! (Pink divider used: @rookthornesartistry)

☾ — I personally reclaim Mangle as rep for my intersex/nonbinary/multigendered identity, and I figured I can't be the only one! He's the closest thing I have to canon intersex rep in my special interests, lol!

#luxe - a gift from the night #the champion's ballad #mogai #mogaiblr #mogai coining #bigender #multigender #intersex #nonbinary #actually mogai #actually xenogender #actually intersex #mangle #mangle fnaf #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #flag recolor #flag redesign

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sunflowerheartsandstarryskies · 1 year

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Lovebug - Lucifer Morningstar x afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you to both of the anons that made this lovely request. I know nothing of pregnancy so I did some research, so if anything’s wrong sorry about that. This is my first time writing a pregnant reader as well. It is good to be back.

Request: Yes. Two Anons requested very similar scenarios so I combined the two here.

Summary: Reader is pregnant and was alone due to her ex-husband abandoning her when she was around 3 months gone. Lucifer asked what her desires were and is shocked when she said that she wants him to be her baby daddy

Wordcount: ~2.4k

Warnings: abandonment (from reader’s partner), brief mentions of divorce, the reader has she/her pronouns, reader’s afab, pregnancy

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“C’mon lovebug you gotta be good for me today,” you whispered to your bump.

You were three months pregnant and three months free. Freedom wasn’t what you thought it would be like when you were a kid. Divorced and pregnant by your former husband you were scraping by as best you could, but you were happy. You still had your apartment and you knew you had your job at LUX.

Battling morning sickness and day-to-day nausea were now almost everyday occurrences for you, but after everything your husband had done to you in that marriage giving you the gift of a child forming in you made you feel brave. Brave to be free and continue on in life, you were just a little unsure of where to go with this freedom, but you have time to figure that out.

Deep breaths in, and there we go. You can do this now just out the door and have a nice day out, you pep talked yourself out the door.

You breathed in the fresh air and kept your head up as you walked on the sidewalk. You wanted to figure out your job situation first, so it was best you headed to LUX, hoping your boss Lucifer Morningstar was there and also hoping your lovebug would quit hopping around in your stomach for a couple of hours.

You managed to walk to LUX briskly and safely as it was only a couple of blocks away from you. As you entered the building it was only hitting five pm so you are hoping that it wouldn’t be overwhelming for you. As you surveyed the area you were relieved to find that the regular stench of alcohol wasn’t very potent and people were only just arriving at the club. You still had your employee badge to get inside the building quickly and spotted Maze working at the bar so you made swift work on getting over to her.

Maze was one of your favorite coworkers and she knew all about what was going on with your relationship and the divorce of your ex-husband as well as your pregnancy. She was the best friend you could hope for during that rough adjustment period. When Maze spotted you walking over to her as she was getting the bar prepped she beamed at you and jumped over the bar to hug you tightly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Maze exclaimed laughing at the end.

She was looking you up and down when she asked, “are you doing okay? How is the little parasite doing?”

You laughed at her nickname for the baby and said, “I’m alright, the little bug was calm enough today that I felt like I could come here today.”

“Yeah? How come? Do you need money? Because you know I don’t think boss would be that opposed to giving you paid maternity leave,” Maze stated.

“Yeah I do that’s why I was hoping to talk to him if he’s here,” you said.

“He’s here, he’s up in his penthouse, y’know how he is when it comes to him appearing at the night scene in LUX,” Maze replied leading you to the elevator in the back that takes you up to the apartment.

“Yeah Lucifer was always one for dramatic entrances in his own club,” you said as you both laugh at your boss’s dramatic nature.

You and Maze entered Lucifer’s penthouse and were at a loss for words about how it looked. It definitely looked like a playboy’s apartment and you were becoming more and more unsure of yourself as you stepped foot in the suite, but Maze either sensing your unease called out for Lucifer. He popped his head out of the bedroom and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw the two of you. Maze parted with a goodbye to him and a hug for you.

“What brings you here, (Y/N)?” Lucifer asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“I just wanted to talk about something that’s come up recently in my life, as you know I have been taking some days off for being sick and my divorce being finalized. I found out I was pregnant recently,” you stammered out. You felt quite nervous with each admission even if it was just the beginning of your confessions.

“Oh, congratulations if that’s what you want to hear, I presume,” Lucifer said with a more genuine smile appearing on his face than his signature smirk.

“Thank you, yeah I’ve thought of them as my little lovebug,” you replied.

“How cute?” He questioned with a tilt of his head as he looks at your barely there bump starting to form.

“Did you want to maternity leave while you take care of yourself and your kid? It will be paid of course,” Lucifer said gently.

“That would be amazing Lucifer,” you said.

His first name always felt heavy on your tongue when addressing him that even after two years of working at LUX. You hesitated with leaving right away now that you got that question answered and as if he could sense your hesitancy he takes a step towards you so you could look at him as he speaks.

“What is it you desire, darling?” he asked.

“For someone to help take care of me and my baby. I’m scared of doing this alone,” you admitted before you could stop yourself.

You felt horrified at your own confession and just stared at Lucifer for a second before taking a step back, but before you could go any further you felt Lucifer take your hand gently.

“Love? Could you look at me?” Lucifer asked gently and felt relieved when you did.

“Do you - do you want me to help you with your pregnancy?”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed and you nodded your head guilty at being found out.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll be honest I might be a bit more confused and shocked than you are when it comes to all this parenting stuff but I am willing to help you with whatever you need. You are frankly a wonderful employee here as well as an amazing friend and confidante with not just me but with Maze as well. I’d love nothing more to help you even if it’s just to be baby daddy love,” he finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows and signature smirk.

The end of his speech caused your eyes to wet and you gave a soft laugh as you wiped your eyes before tears spilled.

“Thank you Lucifer, that’s very kind of you, but you don’t have to do anything,” you said.

“Oh I want to darling, and besides I think everyone in LUX knows you’re my favorite employee anyway,” he said with a grin.

“What? You’re ridiculous,” you replied.

“That’s no way to talk to your soon-to-be baby daddy,” he playfully scolded you.

You waved him away as he moved closer to you.

“I’m happy to take care of you, you know? I just didn’t expect that’s what you want, love,” he said softly.

“I didn’t expect to confess to that either, I was scared, and am still scared of being alone throughout this pregnancy,” you confessed.

You looked up at Lucifer and noticed a soft look appear in his eyes, the lifted eyebrows and pouty lips gave him away. You almost let the thought sink in of him, sincerely caring for you, in more than just a platonic sort of way. The thought of Lucifer being romantic towards you, made you feel flustered and quickly shook your head and quickly blamed those thoughts on your hormones.

As you said your goodbyes, you were left feeling hopeful and happy about the outcome of your meeting with your boss. It feels like the start of an extremely cheesy romance novel. God, you really need to control these thoughts of yours, you shook your head again.

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Months passed and throughout your pregnancy Lucifer had been a gentlemen throughout. One instance that you think back constantly was when Lucifer had taken you to one of your appointments. He was very gentle with you, leading you through doors and making sure you sit down because at this stage you were constantly sore and Lucifer must’ve figured that out. At the appointment the doctor had even complimented your relationship.

“Y’know, my partner wasn’t nearly as attentive as your husband is when I was pregnant. You must feel very lucky,” your doctor complimented.

You were thrown back at the compliment and this was the first time that it really hit you how much of a couple the two of you must’ve seen from an outside perspective. However, before you can even say something about it Lucifer beat you to it.

“I’m the lucky one, because she picked me to stay by her side throughout the whole thing. She truly is a lovely person and a wonderful partner,” Lucifer said almost too sweetly.

You almost considered it insincere but later at your house, you realized just how doting he could be to your and your baby by the small, quiet looks he gives you when you’re not looking. That scary singular thought occurred to you because of how your last partner just left you, but seeing how comfortable and loving Lucifer has become around you, you became hopeful at the prospect of Lucifer loving you back.

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Those kind thoughts, the excitement of Lucifer seeing your little lovebug coming and the new nursery that Lucifer gifted you with got you through your pregnancy and through the actual deliver. For when it came and you went you were in love with your little lovebug bundled in your arms and Lucifer being with you throughout the whole birth which although stressed out and screaming during you were very grateful towards him afterwards. Although he just hushed you and kissed your forehead when you tried to speak them out.

He was always stroking a hand, arm, or leg to make sure that you were comfortable throughout your stay in the hospital and you thought you would just cry at the kind gestures which you think you did multiple times.

As you came back to your house for the first time since your delivery with your lovebug in your arms as you enter you felt a wave of relief as you got your baby to sleep. You slouched onto the couch as you turned the baby monitor on, you see Lucifer come over with a mug of ginger tea being handed to you. It smelled divine to you as you gave your thanks to him.

“Thank you so much for everything this whole year,” you said.

“Oh it was an absolute pleasure, love. I quite enjoyed spending time with you,” Lucifer replied.

You hummed back at him as you sat back in a comfortable silence sipping your tea. A feeling of familiarity and warmth came over as you sat next to him. You wanted to voice how you felt but it got caught in your throat everytime you went to speak so you decided against the idea and went back to sipping your tea.

Lucifer sensing something was off took the mug from your hands seeing you finished it and turned you towards him.

With a soft smile he asked, “Is there something you want to say, love? It looks like you are far away from me.”

“I don’t know, Lucifer,” you shrugged hoping that he’ll let it go, but he stays persistent.

“Oh come on now, don’t make me use my interrogation trick on you,” he whispers with a smirk on his face.

“I-I’m just scared, I guess” you half-lied.

“Scared?”

“Yeah, I guess I became comfortable with you always around and how safe you’ve made me feel throughout the whole pregancy and now that my little lovebug is here. I’m just scared on how I will be on my own now. If I’m gonna be a good enough parent, things like that,” you confessed now twisting your fingers on your lap not looking at him anymore.

There was a couple of seconds with just silence as you heard Lucifer move but didn’t want to look up as you stared at your lap. Than you saw him in your peripheral get closer and felt two hands gently frame your face urging to look up, so you did. You saw Lucifer’s face with such a look of love and adoration you practically melted in his hands, it was also patient as he gives you a bright smile

“Now what on Earth made you think you would be on your own now? I’m not just gonna disappear now that the little bug has shown up. If you want me next to you for a while more, I’d like that. I don’t know if you know darling but I’m quite fond of you and the little parasite.”

“You are?”

“Oh darling, I hope this doesn’t come to haunt but stop me if I misread this,” he said as he moves even closer than before and leaning down.

Your breath hitched and eyes fluttered shut as you felt him crowd around you and he pressed his lips softly on yours. So softly that you thought it wasn’t happening at all until he nipped your lip and pulled a gasp from you. You finally moved your hands from your lap and grabbed his shirt to pull him as close as two bodies can get. He gently caressed your head as his other hand landed on your waist. The kiss was becoming multiple as he laid you down carefully on the couch as he continued to kiss you.

You finally had to pry away for a breath as you looked up at him, as he framed you, you gently caressed his face and watched as he gave you another bright smile and kissed your wrist. The smile turning into a smirk as he felt your pulse stutter at the contact.

“In case it wasn’t clear,” he whispers leaning down so your foreheads are touching, “I love you sincerely and wholly. I want to be in your and your baby’s lives more permanently than some caretaker if you let me.”

“Oh Lucifer, I love you too, I would love for you to be a part of me and my lovebug’s life,” you said leaning up to seal the confession with a loving kiss.

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Pairing: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, alcohol, manipulation, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, discussions of sex, sex room, sex toys, dom/sub dynamic, mild choking, blindfold, handcuffs, brief nipple play, spanking, riding crop, use of "good girl," possessiveness, aftercare

A/N: Fun fact! The Dark Room is an actual restaurant, minus the secret rooms in the back. (From what I know, at least.) IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

The next two months pass by in a blur. You and Sosuke see each other at least once a week, if not more.

Sometimes he takes you on lavish dates. Expensive dinners, shopping trips, after-hours wine tastings at museums and galleries. You’ve spent several evenings in his private box at the opera, though he seems less interested in Puccini and Verdi than sitting you in his lap, his teasing slow and bordering on torturous as you struggle to keep quiet.

But you’ve learned that while he doesn’t hesitate to spend exorbitantly, he’s just as content to plan something simple. He savors meandering weekend mornings spent walking in the park near his high-rise. His favorite breakfast is French toast from a family-owned diner across town, dusted with powdered sugar and drenched in maple syrup. It seems that every used bookstore owner knows his name, and the two of you spend countless hours perusing their latest arrivals.

While you usually sleep over at his apartment, he’s spent several nights at yours, seeming wholly unbothered by its small size. At first, you felt overly-conscious of your IKEA furniture and collection of mismatched, thrift store coffee mugs. But as far as you can tell, it doesn’t faze him. He’s made a habit of coming over after practice at his fencing club, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, carrying bags of takeout.

There’s something so strange and yet so right about watching him move around your tiny kitchen in the early morning hours. His hair is always messy from sleep, and his glasses have a penchant of slipping down his nose when he’s not paying attention. He always greets you with a soft smile and a fresh cup of coffee, prepared exactly how you like it.

You have to remind yourself more and more that your relationship isn’t what it seems. This arrangement is purely transactional. Never mind that he treats you like a boyfriend would, and you’re fairly certain he’s not seeing anyone else. When you look at his Luxe profile, it shows that he hasn’t been active since the night you first met.

It’s dangerous to assume he’s in this for anything more than your occasional company, both sexual and otherwise. And the regular checks he gives you remind you of his end of the bargain.

He’s not your boyfriend. Even though you wish he were.

•••

It’s mid-September, and you’re riding the private elevator up to his penthouse, examining yourself in the wall-to-wall mirrors. Since the summer swelter seems determined to linger, you’re wearing a thigh-length dress Sosuke picked out for you, along with a pair of shoes you never dreamed you would be able to afford. You enjoy looking nice for him. And it’s the least you can do when he’s so quick to gift you with comfort and luxury.

When the doors slide open and you step into the entryway, you’re surprised to hear unfamiliar voices carrying down the hall. There’s no point in trying to be discreet. You’re expected, after all. But even so, when you appear in the kitchen and are met with a sudden silence, you can’t help but feel as though you’ve stumbled into a private conversation.

Sosuke stands at the island, looking as if he just stepped out of the shower. His hair is wet, making it seem darker than usual, pushed back from his forehead. He’s barefoot and wearing a white bathrobe, his expression placid as he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Standing across from him are two men, but only one looks in your direction as you enter. He has silver hair that falls over his face, nearly hiding his eyes. His smile is thin and stretched wide, almost unnervingly so. You’re surprised by his casual dress — track pants and a zip-up hoodie. With a large duffel slung over one shoulder, he looks as if he’s on his way to the gym.

His companion is more difficult to read. He has dark skin and even darker hair, intricately braided and knotted at the nape of his neck. With his eyes concealed behind tinted glasses, it’s hard to determine the direction of his gaze. He appears less relaxed than the other stranger, his arms crossed over the front of his black jacket. You can see that he’s wearing leather gloves despite the oppressive heat still burning off as the sun sets.

Sosuke greets you with a warm smile. “Come in, sweetheart. These two were just leaving.”

“Such a shame,” the silver-haired man says, his voice light and almost teasing. “Especially when you’re opening a bottle of wine. Some might call you a poor host, Sosuke.”

“And some might call you presumptuous,” Sosuke retorts, pouring two glasses of pinot noir. He beckons you closer, pressing one into your hand. Redirecting his attention to you, he explains, “These are two of my colleagues, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen.”

You glimpse a hint of icy blue when Gin looks at you, his eyes somehow reminding you of a snake. Something cold and discomforting coils in your stomach, even as he inclines his head and murmurs, “You’re just as beautiful as he said. I should be careful, lest I grow jealous…”

“Your manners are lacking,” Tosen says. His assessment is softer than you expect, each word seeming carefully weighed before finally spoken. “It’s time for us to go.”

Gin momentarily pouts, the shift in his expression almost jarring. “You’re right, as usual. I can’t be late for my workout, after all.” He hefts the gym bag, smiling once more as he raises a hand, turning on his heel. “Have a good night, you two. Make good choices.”

Sosuke chuckles as both men disappear, and soon enough, you hear the elevator doors open and close once more. Taking a sip of your wine, you look up at him, noting the tiny droplets of water still clinging to his collarbone.

“Did they catch you by surprise?”

For the briefest moment, he looks confused. But then he smiles and nods.

“Something like that.”

Placing a hand on your back, he guides you to the living room, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Do they work with you?” you ask, too curious to resist. “You’ve never mentioned them before.”

Although he’s been open about his past — his childhood, his family, his college years — Sosuke rarely discusses his work. He often makes the excuse that none of it’s especially interesting, and he would much rather talk about your day than his. It’s only natural that you would hold onto the first tangible detail you’ve been given, apart from his job title and basic responsibilities.

He sets his wine glass on the coffee table, his expression unchanged. “Yes. And I suppose I haven’t. You know I prefer to leave work at work.”

“Was there some kind of financial emergency?” You hope your gentle teasing disguises your eagerness for answers. But at the same time, you know very well just how perceptive Sosuke can be.

“Not exactly.”

When he lowers himself to the floor, kneeling in front of you, your mind goes helplessly blank. Any follow-up questions you had planned on asking vanish in an instant, your lips parting as his large hands settle on your knees.

“I love this dress on you,” he murmurs, sounding reverent as his gaze slides from your thighs up to your chest and then your face. “I should buy it in every color.”

It feels impossible to look away, and you swallow hard as his hands move, pushing the hem of your dress higher, exposing more and more skin.

Soon enough, he’s pushed your legs wide open, propping one on his shoulder as he drags his lips along your inner thigh. A shuddering gasp escapes you as his tongue swipes at your clothed cunt, tasting your arousal through the flimsy fabric of your panties.

“You’re always so responsive.” He sounds pleased, his hot breath against your core making you squirm beneath him. “Have I told you how much I love that?”

You’re not sure if he actually expects a response, but you manage a stammered “yes” as he pulls your panties to the side. You can only see a glimpse of his face now. But there’s a possessiveness in his gaze, an undeniable hunger that’s dizzying in its intensity.

That same hunger is evident in the way he uses his tongue to unravel you, his lips sucking on your clit just enough to make you keen, one of your hands fisting in his damp hair.

Even as your thighs instinctively move to close around his head, he groans with pleasure. You’ve learned not to hold back with him, to give in to every wanton sound, every desire to touch him, pull him closer.

After you’ve cum on his tongue, Sosuke looks up at you with an expression both sated and prideful, his lips and chin glistening in the dim light of dusk pouring through the wall of windows.

And by the time he’s finished with you that night, you’ve forgotten all about his unexpected visitors.

•••

“So, things are still going well?”

Rangiku is staring at you with avid interest, her salad seemingly forgotten in favor of delving into your personal life.

She was ecstatic when you first told her you had met someone on Luxe, and the more you shared, the more she begged you to gush. You suspect she’s trying to live vicariously through you, especially since her job is keeping her busier than ever these days.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” You take a sip of your lemonade, trying to ignore your friend’s look of exasperation.

“Details, please.”

Sitting to your right, Yumichika smirks, resting his chin on his hand. “Desperate much?”

Before Rangiku can fire back a retort, Momo leans in and places a hand on her arm. “Did we want dessert? I was thinking about the cheesecake.”

This is something you sorely missed in the weeks prior to meeting Sosuke. As soon as you realized you were unemployed, you cut expenses wherever you could, including lunch outings with your friends. Even though they always offered to cover your portion of the bill, you always felt too guilty about it to fully enjoy your time together.

Now, however, it’s a complete nonissue. You could order anything on the menu and never have to double-check the price. You could even settle the whole tab without hesitation. Sosuke’s generosity has left you more financially comfortable than you’ve ever been.

After dessert orders have been placed, Rangiku refocuses her attention on you, leaning across the table with all the seriousness of a prosecutor. Maybe she’s picked that up from her boss.

“Define ‘great.’”

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”

She looks borderline offended by your question. “One of my best friends is living my dream, a life of ease and total luxury —” Yumichika snorts, earning him a glare. “— and she only gives me the vaguest details.”

“I tell you about our dates!” you protest, idly refolding your napkin in your lap. “And the money part of it.”

��Sure, yeah, whatever.” Rangiku dismissively waves her hand. “But what’s his name? Can we see a photo?”

At that, even Yumichika’s interest seems piqued. “She has a point. Descriptions only go so far. And besides…” His tone turns more scandalous. “What if things go south and we have to identify him for the police?”

Momo looks horrified. “Are you suggesting he’s going to kill her or something?”

“You never know with men you meet online,” Yumichika drawls, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“You’ve really got to cut back on the true crime bullshit,” you grumble. But even as you do, you dig in your purse for your phone.

It only takes you a moment to scroll through your camera roll and find a photo of Sosuke, one that you took while the two of you had after-dinner drinks on the restaurant’s rooftop terrace.

When you flip your phone around, all three of your friends seem drawn to it, as if reeled in by a gravitational pull.

“Well, fuck,” Yumichika mutters, eyeing Sosuke’s expensive suit and the way he’s pushed his hair away from his face, almost artfully tousled.

“He’s… Oh. He’s handsome.” Momo sounds almost shy in her admittance, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“I know you’ve said it’s an off-limits topic,” Rangiku says, her voice grave. “But please tell me you’re fucking this man.”

Even when you give her an exasperated look, she refuses to back down, seeming to stare straight into your soul.

With a small huff, you murmur, “Yes… We’re…” Unable to continue, you mutely watch as the server arrives, serving up slices of cheesecake and lemon meringue pie.

Rangiku has the decency to wait until your group is alone before releasing an enormous sigh of relief. “Thank god. Because that dick must be —”

She’s interrupted by the sound of Momo choking on a sip of water, her face now even redder.

“Momo, honey…” Yumichika scoots his chair to the side so that he can pat the petite girl on the back. “Breathe.”

“I’m okay,” she insists, swatting his hand away. “It’s just that — We’re in public.”

“This just means we need to have a sleepover,” Rangiku declares, batting her lashes at the waiter as he drops off the checks. “It’s been eons since our last one.”

Momo seems much more relaxed now, tucking her credit card into the leather folio. “The one Ikkaku tried to crash?” she asks with a giggle.

As you listen to your friends talk about days that would work best, debate pizza preferences, and compile an exhaustive list of easy cocktails you could make, you begin to think you’re blessedly off the hook.

But as the four of you step out onto the sidewalk, Rangiku smoothly links arms, pulling you close and giving you a knowing wink.

“He’s a freak, isn’t he?”

Now it’s your turn to splutter. “W-what?”

“You’re so cute,” she coos, waving goodbye to Yumichika and Momo as they split off, heading in different directions. “Fine, you don’t have to tell me. I’ll keep my dirty thoughts to myself.”

“As if that ever happens,” you quip. But her question needles at you, looming over your thoughts as the two of you walk towards the nearby parking deck.

“We haven’t… done anything crazy. Just the usual kind of stuff.”

Rangiku briefly looks surprised that you’re willing to discuss the intimacies of your arrangement with Sosuke. But she’s quick to school her expression. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ there.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you weigh your words for a moment before you slowly admit, “But I wouldn’t mind doing more.” You shift from one foot to the other while the two of you wait to cross the street. “It’s weird. I feel like, with him, I’m more… curious.”

“Adventurous, maybe?” Rangiku suggests, and you nod.

“He makes me feel comfortable. More than anyone else I’ve been with or dated.”

It’s the first time you’ve come close to voicing your desire for a closer relationship with Sosuke, and it has your cheeks growing warm. But you can’t deny how drawn you are to him, how badly you want to experience everything with him — even things you’ve always been too shy to think about, let alone ask for with previous partners.

“Maybe he feels the same way, like the two of you are ready for more.” Rangiku squeezes your arm reassuringly, her voice a little softer. “From what you’ve told me, he’s good at reading you. Like, scarily good.”

You laugh a little. “True. He reads me like a book. I guess my face is too expressive.”

She shoots you a warm smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, but it’s not. I’ve always loved that about you.”

As the two of you head into the deck, she advises, “Wait and see how things pan out. But from what I can tell, he’s the kind of guy who always has a plan. He’s also head-over-fucking-heels for you. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Her words echo in your head the whole way back to your apartment, and you think yet again about how much you’ve changed in only two months.

Your appetites are different now, from your palate to your preferred forms of pleasure. You feel almost insatiable, as if some part of you, all hunger and desire, has been woken from a long slumber.

It scares you a little, if you’re being honest. How much you care for him, rely on him, think of him, want him, in every possible way.

But more than that, you can’t resist wondering how else being with Sosuke Aizen might change you — what you might become.

•••

Later that week, Sosuke tells you he’s planned something special for your next outing. You spend the day wondering what it might be, what extravagant ends he might go to this time.

The only hint you receive is a delivery early in the afternoon — a pristine white box tied with an emerald ribbon. Inside, beneath layers of delicate tissue paper, is a gown made of the softest black silk. Even before you slip into it, you know it will hug every curve, showing you off for everyone to see.

It’s a more provocative choice than most of the other garments he’s bought for you, and it only deepens your curiosity. But every attempt to pry information out of him is met with swift, gentle misdirection, until you finally give up and decide to wait and see.

You never would have guessed he would take you to a sprawling boutique hotel, where he leads you down several carpeted halls before entering a whiskey lounge — and pushing one of the bookcases in, revealing a secret door.

“The Dark Room,” he says, steadying you with an arm around your waist. Because the name of the restaurant is all too apt. The only light in the narrow corridor comes from red tapered candles mounted in metal sconces, and there’s little change when you step into the small dining room.

As the two of you are led to your table, your eyesight gradually adjusts, taking in the strange, hidden space. Tables made of dark wood, plush velvet seating, crimson walls with gold-framed art that glints in the low light. You start when you open the menu, brightness making you blink. Realizing it’s a tablet, you scroll through tonight’s offerings, feeling pleasantly disoriented.

“Have you been here before?”

“Several times,” Sosuke answers before a waiter joins you, inquiring about your selections. You nod in your date’s direction, giving him permission to choose on your behalf. A formerly picky eater, you’ve found pleasure in trying new things, guided by someone whose palate is enviably expansive.

“I’ve always found the concept alluring. Romantic, even.” In the flickering candlelight, his smile seems to have a sharp edge to it. “But what you see isn’t all of it.”

Perplexed by his comment, you glance around, looking for a door leading to a separate dining space, or even a cocktail lounge. Maybe there’s another hidden door, you think.

You’re soon distracted by your meal, a several-course affair, as you’ve come to expect from many of the restaurants Sosuke frequents. Scallop, tomato, and cucumber gazpacho is followed by achiote-rubbed prawn and adobos-seared oysters. The spice rubbed salmon nearly melts in your mouth, and the chili chocolate panna cotta is sugared to perfection, the blood orange syrup thick on your tongue.

After the bill has been settled, Sosuke speaks quietly with your waiter, who gives a quick nod and vanishes into the back. When he returns, he’s carrying a golden key hanging from a red ribbon.

“Time to show you the real Dark Room,” Sosuke says, his voice low as he takes your hand and leads you to the opposite side of the room. There are only three other couples present, cloaked in near-darkness as their cutlery clinks against their plates.

It’s less of a surprise this time when the wall gives way, revealing another door. But the hallway beyond is wide and features five doors on either side, each one numbered with small plaques.

“If none of this appeals to you, we can leave at any time,” Sosuke warns you, turning the key in the lock. “As always, I want you to be completely honest with me.”

You’re unsure what he means until you enter the room, taking everything in with widened eyes.

The light is dim in here, too. But there’s enough of it for you to see a large, round bed, two black cabinets pushed against the wall, and several pieces of unfamiliar furniture. It’s only when Sosuke pulls open the cabinet doors, perusing the wares inside, that you fully realize where you are.

“This is a sex room.”

As you step forward, you can see all sorts of toys and restraints sitting on shelves and hanging from hooks. Handcuffs, a riding crop, ball gags, harnesses, blindfolds, strap-ons, small metal instruments designed to elicit pleasurable pain… There are condoms and lube, sanitary wipes and latex gloves. When you look to your left, you see an attached bathroom, with both a walk-in shower and a claw foot bathtub.

Sosuke nods, drifting over to one of the strange pieces of furniture. “This is a queening chair. It’s designed to make face-sitting and oral sex more comfortable.” He reaches down to touch the black leather, and you see what he means, from the hole in the center of the seat to the padded space beneath, perfect for resting a head.

He points around the room, reciting names with easy familiarity. “Massage table, spanking bench, yoga swing… There are other rooms here with cages, but I prefer a more hands-on experience.”

Turning to face a large metal X-frame in the corner, he continues, “And this is often called a St. Andrew’s cross.” You swallow hard when you spot the metal loops at each point of the X, perfect for restraining someone.

Noticing your silence, Sosuke steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Sweetheart… Look at me.” When you do, he smiles reassuringly. “If you don’t want to be here, just say the word. There’s no pressure to do anything.”

As he gently rubs your shoulders, easing some of the surprised tension that had crept in, you take a steadying breath. “I’m not upset or anything. I — I like it. Really. I’ve just… never been someplace like this.”

He nods. “It can be overwhelming the first time. If it’s too much —”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

And it is. As you look around, the shock you initially felt begins to ebb, leaving behind an unmistakable curiosity — a desire to learn, to experience, to test your limits. It’s just as Rangiku said. He practically read your mind, bringing you to a place like this.

You trust Sosuke to guide you, and to put your pleasure before all else. If there’s something you don’t like or a boundary you’re unwilling to cross, you know he’ll immediately stop.

Admittedly, you weren’t expecting something so elaborate. You feel as if you’ve been made privy to something deeply personal about him, a side he usually conceals with effortless ease.

But you can’t say you’re disappointed. Not in the slightest.

Sosuke searches your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or reluctance. When he finds none, however, he smiles.

“Take a look around. Tell me what appeals to you. Or…” He tilts his head, and you swear his gaze visibly darkens. “You can let me choose. Whichever you prefer.”

It only takes you a moment to decide. How can you resist testing that perception of his, especially when it’s brought you so much pleasure?

“You can choose,” you tell him, speaking softly, trying to steady the anticipatory tremble in your words. “You’re in control.”

Sosuke reaches out, his hand just barely closing around your throat. His fingers squeeze a little, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. As his thumb lazily strokes up and down the column of your neck, his smile widens.

“Yes… I am.”

You stand very still as he blindfolds you, the black fabric thick enough to completely obscure your vision. With one of your senses inhibited, it almost feels as though your others have heightened. You fight back a shiver as his hands move over your body, carefully divesting you of your dress. You can feel it pool at your feet, a pile of smooth silk, before he guides you to step out of it.

“Do you feel comfortable, sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod. “Good. If, at any point, you want to stop, use your safe word.” His hands slide down to your waist, grasping it. “Let’s go with ‘mirage.’”

He leads you to the bed, where he maneuvers you into a kneeling position before restraining your hands. The cuffs are lined with something soft, and as he tightens them, you realize your breaths have quickened.

When he unexpectedly touches your breast, a small gasp escapes you. “So sensitive,” he teases, his voice low, soft like velvet sliding against your skin. His thumb brushes across your nipple before he gives it a pinch. This time, you whimper.

“Don’t move.”

For an instant, his tone sounds colder, his command absolute. You go very still and listen to him move around the room, wondering what will happen next. There’s a small part of you that feels something akin to fear. But your curiosity and desire easily overwhelm it.

Noticing how your body tenses as he returns to the bed, Sosuke makes a noise low in his throat, something like a laugh, on the verge of derisive. “Now, now… Relax.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers in your ear. “I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this.”

The next sensation you feel is him pushing you down, your arms stretching out in front of you as your ass lifts into the air. The briefest moment passes before something cool and hard strikes you from behind, your tender skin stinging as you instinctively cry out.

As the object connects again and again, Sosuke’s hand lingering at the small of your back, preventing you from rearing back up, you focus on the feel of it. The riding crop. But knowing what it is does nothing to dull the pain, and you find yourself panting, your cheek pressed into the bedsheets.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Sosuke murmurs, now sounding almost awed. “You’re beautiful like this, submitting to me…”

He drags the flat leather flap over your ass, his movements slow and methodical, before he pulls away. You then feel his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, dragging them down until they’re hitched around your thighs.

“You’re enjoying this. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

A startled noise climbs up your throat when the riding crop pushes between your legs. You can feel the leather drag against your bare cunt, and Sosuke’s hand, large and heavy, returns to your back, stroking your heated skin.

“Wet already,” he murmurs, and you can imagine him examining the implement, his smile wicked. You can hear that much, at least, in his voice. “Dirty girl… Do you like being helpless?”

When words fail you, he spanks you again, this time with his other hand. It seems he’s set aside the riding crop in favor of touching you himself, and the effect it has on you is profound. As his fingers slide down further, tracing the curve of your ass until he reaches the core of your arousal, your bound hands clench, fingernails digging into your palms.

“Answer me.” It’s another order, the same coldness present in the sharpness of each word. “I know you want to be obedient — a good girl. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

This time, you shake your head and thickly murmur, “No…”

“Then tell me… Do you like being helpless?”

“Y-yes.”

He hums, pleased with your response. “Do you like it when I’m in control?”

“Yes…”

Two of his fingers trace along your folds, another just barely brushing against your clit. It’s an effort to still your hips from moving instinctively, seeking the friction you so desperately want.

“And are you mine to play with?”

His voice is softer now, a hint of desperation bleeding through. The bed dips as he climbs up onto it, his body looming behind you. You can feel his warmth, familiar and reassuring. And then you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling, the gentle movement of fabric sliding against itself, something being tossed onto the floor.

“Yes.”

With his hand still buried between your legs, his other returns to your throat, grasping it harder than before. He gives it a squeeze and groans when you whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, hidden by the blindfold.

“Again. Say it again.”

Your answer is practically a sob, your thoughts emptied out, consumed by your need. There’s nothing you want more than him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. If he were to pull away now, you feel as if you would collapse in on yourself, alone in the darkness.

With him, you’re never alone in the darkness. You’re there together.

“I’m yours,” you breathe, and you know he’s heard you when he pushes your legs open wider, his cock hard and heavy as it rubs against you. “Y-yours, Sosuke…”

You don’t miss the satisfaction in his response, a low growl resonating in his chest as his hand tightens around your throat.

“That’s right… You’re mine.”

•••

You sink a little deeper into the warm water and lean back against Sosuke’s chest. Even with your legs stretched out in front of you, your toes don’t touch the opposite side of the bathtub. It’s nicer than any spa you’ve been to. And the quiet privacy of his penthouse lends itself to relaxation.

Sosuke’s hands cradle yours beneath the water, his thumbs gently tracing over your wrists. Even with the soft lining, the cuffs have left your skin a little tender to the touch.

“I’m fine,” you insist, resting your head on his shoulder. “I already told you, I liked it.”

“I know.” Sosuke’s voice has regained its usual softness, and you smile when you feel his lips brush against your temple. “But I hope I didn’t push you too far.”

Turning your head, you press a kiss to his neck, and he hums in response. “You gave me a safe word. If I’d needed to use it, I would have.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

He releases your hands and wraps his arms around your waist, his legs spread wide and bracketing your hips. Outside, it’s started to rain, pattering against the wide windows overlooking the heart of the city.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Sosuke finally murmurs, and you close your eyes, feeling enveloped by his warmth. Pleasured. Protected. Possessed.

“I meant it, you know,” you whisper, unable to resist. You feel closer to him than ever, and the fine line separating what you have from what you want seems to be blurring.

“I’m yours.”

“I know,” he says again, but this time, there’s a hint of satisfaction there, along with something else you can’t quite name. His arms tighten around you just a little, and outside, thunder rolls in the distance, the storm slowly growing nearer.

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The Dream - Chapter Three.

So, in case you see this post before the previous one, it’s double update day! if you haven’t read chapter two yet, go on back now *shoos you gently in the direction of previous chapter* :) I wanted to try and split this one as it is longer than usual, but it would have disrupted it too much. Besides, this is where things begin to come to the surface! Enjoy!

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Opening her eyes, Keri saw she was in a bedroom completely bathed in white, the sound of the ocean audible and the bed linen luxurious in feel, just as brilliant white and crisp as the rest of the room. Wherever she was, it was a gorgeous house, turning onto her back and stretching, her arm suddenly touching against something warm at her side. Turning her head, there he was within the bed, just as naked as she, and god, he looked good.

She wanted to say something to him, but as usual, found herself falling into kisses, the heat of his skin sumptuous as they entwined beneath the sheets, his body covering hers, hands running down her sides. One simple shift, and he could be inside of her, his cock rigid at her hip, but he resisted the temptation. Reality Angel wouldn’t have had quite the same inclination.

Pulling away, he stroked her hair, looking down into her huge eyes. “Tell me your name, who are you?”

She attempted to speak, but was stumped, that feeling of a stone lodged in her throat returning to her. So, she just pressed her mouth to his again and felt his tongue circle with hers, a deep groan coming from his throat as his hands slid down, gently cupping at her breasts. The feeling of his thumb skimming over her nipple finally prompted her, a soft exclamation leaving her mouth, her eyes closing as she arched against his muscular, tattooed form.

To her dismay, when she opened them again, she found herself awake, rubbing her eyes and reaching to her nightstand, switching her lamp on and opening up the little book she’d began to journal her dreams within. Although she was still half asleep, she was desperate to write down every last detail of the dream before she forgot it, her notes a little messy. Jaime would have fun deciphering such chicken scratch, she thought.

By then she had a collection of sixteen dreams to show Frankie's girlfriend, one for each night since it had started fifteen days ago, and one more slotted in when she'd been lucky enough to have two in one night. Since it was a Saturday and they had planned to hook up to work on their project, Keri decided she had enough evidence of her dream life to show Jaime, so decided to put her journal into her bag before she forgot about it and go back to sleep for a few hours. It was only just gone 7am, after all.

Arriving at their little one-bedroom apartment further into Provo (she and her family lived right on the outskirts, up by the mountains) at just gone eleven thirty, she was greeted with a kiss at the door by Frankie, taking a croissant from the plate proffered forth, biting into it. Chocolate and cinnamon. Oh, her girl knew how to do breakfast.

“Oooh, is that a dream journal I spy being taken from the bag?” Jaime asked from her spot on the couch, Keri handing it over and giving her a kiss on the cheek, laughing through her nose and wiping away the croissant crumbs she’d left behind.

“You spy correctly.” She’d picked it up at one of the little gift stores in town, next door to the little chocolatier she worked at part time, enjoying a rare Saturday off since she was covering the Sunday shift that week instead.

Plopping herself down on the luxe couch, which in fact was old and thread bare in places, only luxurious from the large, velvet throw and many, many pretty cushions the girls had adorned it with, Keri continued to eat her breakfast while Jaime opened it up and began to read, draping a leg over her thigh in her usual fashion as she got comfy, Frankie joining them to her other side.

“Oh wow,” she began, studying the notes Keri had made. “This is in such incredible detail; I'll need some quiet time with it. I'll leave you two to chatter about photographs while I digest it, without having to listen to jargon about lenses and lighting effects.” Untangling herself, she stood up, barely tearing her eyes away from the page.

“Just because you don't know one end of a camera from another doesn't mean it's jargon,” Frankie scolded playfully, she and Keri spreading out across the extra room.

Jaime grinned, leaning down to kiss her girlfriend’s forehead. “It does when you don't give a shit into the workings behind the end result of a pretty picture.”

“Oh, with your blasphemy! Get out!” Frankie yelled comically, reaching out to smack her on the butt as she walked around the couch, heading towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m going.” she called back over her shoulder. And so while Jaime went to read through the notes Keri had provided for her, the girls sat on the couch and began to look through print outs they had done on a traditional camera, both commenting it had been fun to use the darkroom at college for developing the pictures themselves, and deciding they would do it again rather than relying so heavily on digital images.

While they talked all things photography related, the laptop being brought out once more, Jaime sat and sipped on a bottle of mineral water while reading through the series of excellently detailed descriptions of Keri's dreams. It became apparent pretty quickly that whereas she could perhaps interpret the meanings of the dreams based on the surroundings and actions, she couldn't answer the crucial question; why she dreamt of the same man time and time again, when he was someone she professed to have never seen before in her life.

Usually, as she understood it, when you dreamed of someone repeatedly, it was because that person had some kind of profound impact on you or your conscience. For example, when Jaime was five, she had reoccurring dreams about her little sister crying over the China doll whose face she'd accidently broken, but not owned up to. When she’d gotten into interpreting her dreams later in life, she had learned that it had represented her feelings of guilt towards upsetting her sister and not confessing to being the guilty party.

Why Keri was having such intense dreams over a man who she’d never even seen before, let alone knew, she just couldn't work out. Not without a few of her books in front of her for resource, at least. Hopping from the stool at the small counter, she raced out and through to her bedroom, pulling a few volumes from the shelf and scurrying back once more, referencing the index and beginning to read.

She found that sometimes, dreaming of a person you didn’t even know meant they could be a placeholder for someone they didn’t want to see, for whatever reason. The fact that Keri always ended up in a passionate embrace with the man was at odds with such a theory, though. Also, they could be a manifestation of the part of the self yet to be seen, so she read.

“Perhaps he’s a symbol of strength? Big guy, muscles, he could be representing that.” she muttered to herself. She made notes as she went, sharing her thoughts once present in the lounge again.

“Okay, so I have a few things,” she began, seating herself on the arm of the couch as she picked at her tangle of blonde dreadlocks. “He could be one of a few things. He could be a placeholder for someone you don’t want to see, just a random person your brain is dreaming up in place of that person it doesn’t want to imagine, he might be a representation of strength, inner strength within you that you are yet to see manifest, or, and this one is weird, he might be your soulmate from a past life, coming back to you.”

“Oh, the kooky, kooky, spooky, spooky,” Frankie sang, receiving the soft thud of a book atop her head.

“Those aren’t even the kookiest things I read!” Jaime cried. “I also read he could be an astral projection, Keri could have had a spell cast on her, or she might be the one in his dream. There, is that kooky enough for you?”

Frankie’s mouth thinned. “And I’m quiet now.”

Jaime made a ‘hmph’ noise, shaking her head. “You’ve never been quiet a day in your damned life!”

“Anything else?” Keri asked, not too convinced by what she had heard so far.

“Erm, well if he’s Native American, then he might be a dream walker. Why he’d be appearing to a little white girl from Utah, though, that’s anyone’s guess.”

“He isn’t, he’s Hispanic.” She pursed her lips, wracking her brains. “What do you personally think he is? What’s your opinion?”

“I kinda lean toward him being a representation of something. I suppose it would help if you could actually control yourself in being able to speak to him, rather than feeling as if everything you say, you have no control over as you’ve detailed in your journal. If he is a representation of something, he’ll likely tell you. Why he hasn’t already is befuddling, though. These signs, they speak up. They aren’t elusive if they come to us, especially if they carry with them a message.”

Keri sat, her already big eyes widening, puffing out her cheeks as she released the breath she’d been holding. “Sorry, did I bombard you?” Jaime offered, reaching across Frankie to grasp her hand sweetly.

“No, no you didn’t, don’t worry,” she began, smiling. “I really appreciate your help. I just need to be able to get a hold on being able to speak to him. Maybe that will yield answers.”

Jaime was quick with more advice there. “Have you ever heard of a thing called lucid dreaming? It means you are aware you're dreaming, but with time you can manipulate your dreams to your own desires. It's very interesting. There are so many websites out there you can research, or I have books? Up to you.”

“I think I’ll look online first, but thank you for the offer.”

“No thank you! Finally, something I can get my teeth into with dreams! I have boring ones for the most part, and Frankie thinks it's all a load of crap, so it's nice to have someone I can talk about it with!”

After that, they decided to put aside everything dream or college related aside and enjoy their day, heading out shopping and then for lunch before meeting up with Ash, Rachel and Aaron, going bowling and then onto their local haunt The Lounge for a few beers.

Arriving home in the early hours, Keri put her head around the lounge door to say hello to her mother and her partner, David, who were still up watching a movie before disappearing upstairs to begin reading up on lucid dreaming, as Jaime had advised. She felt as if she'd get no others answers or reasons as to why he was there whenever she went to sleep unless she asked him herself, even if he was just a person her subconscious had created, she really had begun to question why she found him there in her dreams.

Up until two weeks ago, she’d never taken stock in the importance of dreams and their meanings, but what she felt whenever she was with him in sleep was so powerful, she couldn't help but become more and more intrigued with each dream that went by.

As she read, picking out interesting parts here and there, she began to practice the techniques mentioned, hoping she could carry some of them with her when her eyes fluttered shut into the realm of sleep a little later. They wouldn’t work until she was actually asleep, but she felt it was good practice to at least familiarise herself with the techniques. That night, she found her voice quicker than she expected, but she still couldn't control her actions.

Slipping into the dream, she took in her surroundings, standing in a very ornately decorated room, hues of deep emerald, lots of black furniture, reminding her somewhat of the set of a vampire film, with the gothic and eerie accents scattered around. Even the candle flames burned green. It reminded her a little of the very first time she’d dreamed of him, that old house, everything tinged in a green hue.

Walking around the room, she tried out a few of her techniques, wanting to be able to reach out and run her finger over the back of the chaise, focusing hard, her hand reaching for the black wood. She was elated at leaving behind a mark in the dust, turning to continue walking, jumping a little to see the man standing there.

She smiled widely and walked over to him, feeling him pull her into his arms, a place she always felt unquestionably safe, whenever she was there in her dreams. His hand tangled in her hair, fingertips stroking her scalp as he leaned to her, their lips meeting in a kiss.

“So, are you gonna tell me who you are, and why you keep invading every dream I seem to have?” he asked, his hands rubbing her back. What? But... but he was in her dreams!

'I'm Keri and you're in my dream,” she corrected. “I'm real, you're not!” It took a lot, but she was glad to have managed some control, keeping focused and concentrating hard on his face, using it as an anchor, to root herself into focus.

He shook his head. “Nope, you're the figment of the imagination here, my imagination! Every time I fall asleep, there you are, and you're bugging me. I don't even know who you are.”

“I’m Keri, I just told you.”

“And you say you’re the real one? What the...” Before he could finish his sentence, they both jumped back, a large, black wall suddenly rising up from the floor, cutting the room in half and separating them. Keri pressed her hands against the bricks, smacking her palms into them.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Meanwhile, on the other side...

“Keri? Yo, you still there?” He heard nothing in reply, turning around, trying out another of the lucid dreaming techniques. “I want her to appear again.” When he turned, someone was indeed there, but it wasn’t the girl who now at least had a name. There in the corner, sat an elderly woman at a small table, her eyes completely whited over, blindness, he gauged, holding her hand out to him.

“You seek answers, Angel? Sit.” Her long fingers swept towards the chair, Angel moving over and taking a seat.

“Yeah, yeah I gotta couple of questions over who the hell that Keri girl is, and why I keep dreaming about her,” he began, the woman nodding. She picked up a quill from the table in front of her, dipping it into the small pot of ink beside where her arm rested. She then began to write upon the piece of paper before her, blowing on the words before turning it around to show him. Girl_Where_Photo.

“What?”

The old woman screwed it up in a second, casting it onto the floor. “Remember it.” With a loud clap of her hands right in front of his face, he awoke with a start. Meanwhile...

Watching the old woman scrawl across the paper, Keri felt unnerved, the wall yet to drop again, her eyes flitting over to see if the man reappeared, trying her techniques in order to get him to do so.

“Girl!” the woman barked, holding up the piece of paper. Find him in the lounge. What on earth did that mean? “Remember it.” A loud clap of her hands made her wake in an instant, reaching for her journal, writing it all out.

“Find him in the lounge? I mean...” she paused, looking at her bedroom door. “No. He is not in my damned lounge! That’d just be too spooky. This is real life, my brain punking me. It has to be.”

Angel, however, was about to discover just how much his brain wasn’t punking him. With a little more to go on than Keri, he entered those words along with their underscores into Google, taking a breath before his thumb hit search. Instagram.com/Girl_Where_Photo. His heart hammered. Clicking the link, the page loaded, and there she was.

“Oh hell no!” His phone left his hand at speed, Angel flinging it across his bedroom. She was real, an actual person. Keri existed. Throwing the covers off himself, he pulled on his sweats, pacing through to the lounge and picking up his cigarettes, lighting one up as he sat down on the couch. He could see the illumination of his phone screen just by the door into his bedroom glowing through the darkness, the light both a beacon that called out for his attention and a flare of warning.

Whatever side he landed on that juxtaposition, he remained much too freaked out to pick it up.

“I'm Keri and you're in my dream. I'm real, you're not!”

They were dreaming the same dreams together. They had to be, but his brain seriously couldn’t deal with that. Nope. It had shut down. It took two more cigarettes and three shots of tequila for him to even be able to go grab his phone, his persistent inquisitiveness taking over. He took a deep breath, opening the screen once more, looking at her Instagram account.

“Keri. Clicker of photo’s, lover of peanut butter, Provo village idiot. Not to be trusted with ketchup.”

He snorted laughing at her self-deprecating humour, her little jokes poking fun at herself steadying him when he felt as if he was spiralling. Clicking on a picture, his heart almost beat clean out of his chest. Yep, that was definitely her, the girl in his dreams. “How the actual fucking fuck is this real? This some supernatural bullshit, I swear to Jesus.”

Stubbing out his cigarette, he reached for his smoke box, needing something considerably stronger to calm down again, but sadly finding he was all out. This could possibly be rectified easily, though.

“And what brings you to my cell phone at three seventeen in the morning, brother-in-law?” Sharise answered on the third ring.

“I was wondering if there was any chance you were having a sleepless night, and if so, can I come make a nuisance of myself?”

“Mi casa es tu casa.”

“Thanks, I’ll be there in ten.” He threw on a t shirt and his sneakers, picking up his keys, cell and cigarettes before leaving, heading the short walk to his brother’s house. He and Sharise had found the property a year ago, just after they’d gotten married, Angel noticing the realtor sign out on the front lawn on his way to the yard one morning and telling his brother about it as soon as he’d seen him. It was only the second house they’d viewed, but they fell in love with it, putting in an offer on the spot that had been swiftly accepted by the keen-to-sell owners.

Sharise had put her personal touch on it all the way through, from the décor inside that was blended African and Mexican, to all of the large, wooden and stone statues that adorned their backyard, Tiki torches often lighting the perimeters, the space very much hers as she loved to garden. It was where after trying the gate and finding it to be open, he guessed he would find her.

“Morning,” she spoke, sitting in her large wicker chair, her feet up on the table before her and a massive blunt in her hand.

“Hey, Bob.” He often called her that, on account of the fact that when he first met her, he’d been so drunk, he couldn’t quite say her name correctly. “Just call me Bob!” she’d spoken at the time, very entertained by him. It had stuck.

“So, what brings you to my manor at 3.30am, then?” she questioned, blowing out a series of neat smoke rings, handing the blunt to him. “By the look on your face, you’re in need of some fine weed.” It was Sharise’s business, a purveyor of extremely good cannabis, owning Santo Padre’s only dispensary so far since the ban had been lifted. Before then, she’d still sold it, but not legally, of course.

Angel took a long drag, holding the smoke tightly in his lungs. God, she really did get the best weed he’d ever had, and that said something, with the amount he’d had smoked over the years. “I'm too freaked the fuck out to sleep. If I hadn’t come over, I think I’d have panicked.”

She inclined her head, finger rooting in her braids to scratch her scalp. “Well, you do appear to have taken on the demeanour of someone who has seen a ghost. Care to share?”

Even though he planned to reveal all to her, he still took a moment to pause. “You know how I was reading about the whole lucid dreaming thing, right?”

She cast her mind back. “Yeah, vaguely. Go on.” And so he did, explaining it all for her as succinctly as possible, Sharise nodding, her eyes widening right at the end as she took the blunt back from him.

“Okay so I know you aren't yanking my chain, for you to believe in anything remotely like that is a stretch. Even though I still class you as an open-minded guy, the thought of it being real is a bit of a leap of faith for anyone, really. You know, unbelievable as it sounds, I'm sure I've heard of things like that happening before, except it usually happens between close friends or family,” she commented, flicking the long trail of ash onto the floor. “So, you truly are like Martin Freeman in The Good Night, dreaming of a girl you’ve never even met.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean, I ain’t seen the movie, but I guess I am, if that’s what happened to him.” He paused, sighing, rubbing a hand over his face. “Do you know about this stuff, then? You kinda spoke from a place that sounds like you do.”

“Oh, not in any kind of detail,” she confessed, taking another drag on the blunt. “Just something I read one time that stuck with me, because I found it so fascinating.” Searching his wide-eyed face, she passed the blunt back, shuffling her chair a little closer to him. “I see you’re likely finding it anything but, though, to discover the girl in your dreams is an actual person, who more likely than not is experiencing the exact same dreams as you.”

He nodded, covering the hand that rested against his forearm, stroking her heavily ringed fingers with his thumb. “You ain’t wrong, Sharise. If this was happening to anyone else, I’d be telling ‘em to lay off the magic mushrooms, you know? Or telling them I ain’t that easy to fool, because it’s fucking unbelievable, isn’t it?”

She shrugged, her face passive. “Stranger things have happened. You might just have a cosmic connection with her, and your dreams are the way you find it.”

“I don’t believe in all that, though.”

“Just because you don’t believe, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen.” Fuck. That struck him hard, Angel realising she made a very valid point. Sharise knew it, too, yet her face remained soft. Even when she was right, she had such dignity with it; except with her husband, who she enjoyed holding a little bit of self-righteous superiority over whenever she could. It was all playful, though. “Despite this Keri girl being very much real, you question your own sanity a little bit, don’t you?”

Perceptive. She was that, too.

Angel stretched, beginning to nod. “Yeah, I guess I do. It’s just so... inconceivable!”

“You know there’s something you could do here, don’t you, to maybe make it feel a little less weird?” He looked at her blankly, Sharise uncrossing and recrossing her legs at the ankle when her foot began to go to sleep. “Send her a message.”

“Dude.” A look of trepidation immediately crossed his face. “I’m only a half hour past throwing my phone across the bedroom.”

Her laughter tinkled through the quiet of the garden. “Then for now, how about we just sit and get nicely stoned. If you get too baked, you can take the spare room.” It might have only been a ten-minute walk away for him to get home, but she knew how potent her weed was.

He took the blunt she handed him, patting her knee as he reached to pass her smoke box when she gestured towards it. “What would I do without my Bob, huh?”

“Panic on your own?”

Once again, she was correct.

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