#Green bench in the middle of nowhere

[ourmurdermassiah]

Imagine/rewrite:

Tokyo revengers w/ svtfoe reader

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The day had started off perfectly normal. {Y/N} lounged on a bench near Toman’s usual meeting spot, chatting away with the gang under the sun. Her tail lazily swayed behind her as she listened to the usual back-and-forth banter. Takemichi had dragged along Hinata, who’d been more than eager to tag along, and Emma had come with Mikey, adding a cheerful energy to the group as they joked around.

In the middle of laughing at one of Smiley’s jokes, Takemichi suddenly squinted at her face, a slight look of confusion crossing his features. He tilted his head, looking closer before hesitantly pointing at her forehead.

“Uh... you’ve got... a new star?” he said, almost questioning himself.

{Y/N} frowned, blinking in surprise. “What are you talking about?” She raised her hand, trying to feel for anything on her face, but there was nothing there. She’d always had the two green stars on her cheeks, but a third one?

Takemichi, still looking slightly unsure, gestured for her to lean down a little. “No, really—right there, in the middle of your forehead. I swear it wasn’t there a minute ago!”

Emma leaned in next to Takemichi, squinting as she inspected the reader’s forehead. “He’s right! It’s like a little star... kinda red, too.”

Draken snorted, leaning back with an amused smirk. “What, you getting more face tattoos or something?”

{Y/N}’s eyes widened, and she touched her forehead again, still unable to feel anything. But the worry crept in quickly. A star—appearing out of nowhere. She had a sinking feeling, a familiar dread she hadn’t wanted to experience, at least not *now*. But before she could process it fully, another voice chimed in.

“Maybe it’s like a birthmark?” Hinata offered with a gentle smile, trying to ease the growing tension.

But the reader’s worry was already beginning to show. “No... it’s not a birthmark,” she said quietly. Her fingers brushed over the green stars naturally on her cheeks, the ones she’d always had. But a new star appearing on its own? It couldn’t mean anything good. Her mind raced, and she could feel the anxiety mounting. She wasn’t a stranger to the changes Mewmans went through—but she’d always dreaded it actually happening to her.

Before she could voice any of this, she felt another prickle on her arm. She glanced down to find a tiny red, star-shaped mark, thin and papery, appearing on her wrist. She reached down to peel it off instinctively, but as soon as she did, another mark appeared, just above it.

“Hey, uh, are you... okay?” Mikey asked, noticing her sudden change in expression. He had that half-grin on his face, but it was tinged with genuine curiosity.

{Y/N} quickly glanced away, hoping they wouldn’t notice the way her tail was twitching with nervous energy. “I’m fine. Just... it’s nothing, probably,” she muttered, peeling off another scale and trying to brush it aside as if it wasn’t important.

But it didn’t stop. More star-shaped marks began appearing on her arms, and she found herself frantically peeling them off, trying to keep up as the marks multiplied. Each time one disappeared, another one would pop up somewhere else, leaving her feeling more and more out of control.

{Y/N}’s fingers worked feverishly, peeling off the strange red stars as fast as they appeared, her focus sharp and slightly frantic. She barely noticed the confused glances her friends exchanged around her, each of them watching with a mix of curiosity and concern. The stars kept multiplying with every peel, and a frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she tried to keep up.

Finally, Baji stepped forward, eyebrow raised with that usual mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, alright, hold still for a sec. You’re gonna peel yourself down to the bone at this rate.” He reached out casually, placing a hand on her forearm to try and help her with the peeling.

The moment his hand made contact, though, {Y/N} felt a strange prickle of heat race up her arm—and, before she could even think, three more star-shaped marks suddenly bloomed across her skin. They spread like paper stickers on her upper arm, a whole cluster of stars dotting her skin with a soft rustling sound.

Her eyes went wide, panic dawning as she stared at the new cluster, while Baji’s smirk turned to surprise. He pulled his hand back in shock, brows furrowed. “Whoa... okay, that’s new.”

Her stomach twisted as more stars crept up along her arms. They seemed to respond almost directly to touch. And as the rest of the group watched with expressions ranging from awe to mild amusement, she felt the weight of realization settle in.

Mewberty. She was going through Mewberty.

“Oh, no, no, no...” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. She tried to pull herself away, but Takemichi, noticing her unease, stepped closer, reaching out to steady her shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright, just relax. They’re just marks, right?”

But the moment Takemichi’s hand rested on her shoulder, several more stars burst across her skin, speckling up her neck and across her collarbone. It was like a chain reaction, each touch amplifying the spread. The reader felt her pulse quicken, the stars multiplying in rhythm with her rising anxiety.

Without thinking, she whipped around, swatting Takemichi’s hand off and glaring at the group. “No! Don’t touch me! Your little boy hands are part of the problem!” Her voice was louder, more urgent, as she frantically peeled at the scales on her neck and shoulders.

Takemichi’s eyes went wide, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “O-Oh! Sorry! I thought... uh, I thought you were just, y’know, stressed...”

She shot him a panicked look, biting her lip as the reality of her situation sank in. “No... it’s not stress,” she muttered, her voice wavering. She cast a worried glance at the star clusters popping up faster and faster, now blooming on her wrists, creeping up her legs, and trailing along her tail.

Trying to suppress her mounting anxiety, she glanced at the group, who were now watching her with wide-eyed fascination. No! They'll think this is like Earth puberty! she realized with horror, as if she were merely getting her first crush or going through an awkward phase.

With the stars spreading faster and faster across her skin, the reader frantically fumbled with her pocket mirror, flipping it open with shaky hands. Her heart raced as she tapped on the screen, desperately hoping her parents would pick up. After a few tense seconds, the reflective surface flickered, and the familiar faces of her parents—Eclipsa and Globgor Butterfly—appeared in the glass.

“Sweetheart!” Eclipsa’s face lit up with a warm smile, though her expression quickly shifted to concern when she saw the panic in her daughter’s eyes. “What’s wrong, love? You look positively frazzled!”

“Mom, Dad... it’s happening. I’m... I’m going through Mewberty!” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and she felt a cold dread settling over her as she watched her parents’ faces change from concern to mild horror.

Globgor’s brows shot up. “Now?” he boomed, his voice filling the tiny mirror. “Oh, my precious girl, that’s... well, that’s, uh—”

“Unexpected?” Eclipsa offered, her tone wavering as she shot her husband a helpless glance. “Dear, don’t worry. Mewberty is... it’s perfectly natural!” She attempted a comforting smile, but it came off a bit strained. “You’re simply... evolving! And it might feel, uh, intense, but—”

“But I feel like I’m going crazy!” she interrupted, her tail thrashing nervously behind her as she pressed herself back against the wall. “These marks keep popping up every time someone touches me, and... and everyone’s touching me!” She clutched her hair, pulling it down to partially hide her face from the stunned gang, who were listening with growing confusion.

Globgor sighed sympathetically. “Listen, sweetheart, just... breathe. Deep breaths, okay? Mewberty might make you feel like you’re, well, a bit out of control, but your instincts will guide you through it. Just stay calm, and don’t let anyone—”

But she’d already started rocking back and forth, her eyes flicking between the red stars blooming all over her arms. The gang watched, bemused, as her distress escalated, and she could feel her cheeks flush as her worry grew.

Eclipsa caught the frantic look on her daughter’s face and quickly added, “Honey, why don’t you pass the mirror to one of your friends? We’ll explain things to them, so they know how to help you. Alright?”

Without a word, she shoved the mirror toward Takemichi, who awkwardly took it, holding it up at arm’s length as if he weren’t sure whether to be amazed or terrified by the magical device.

Eclipsa waved politely through the mirror, smiling in that slightly-too-cheery way adults sometimes did when talking to nervous kids. “Hello, there! I take it you’re all... friends of my daughter?”

Takemichi nodded, a little overwhelmed. “Uh... yeah. We’re her friends, alright.” He laughed nervously as the rest of the gang leaned in, crowding around the mirror with curious expressions.

Globgor’s face appeared next to Eclipsa’s, looking slightly sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I’ll get to the point. Our daughter’s going through something called Mewberty—it’s like, uh... puberty on Mewni, but a bit more, uh... intense.”

Mikey’s eyes widened as he squinted at the screen, intrigued. “Like, how intense are we talking here?”

Eclipsa gave a delicate cough. “Well, to put it lightly, Mewberty has a way of... overriding certain thought processes, making her act more on instinct and... well, attraction.”

That last word had the group glancing at each other, a mix of curiosity and dawning realization spreading through the crowd.

Pah-chin leaned over, grinning. “So, what? She’s, like, gonna chase after us or something?”

Eclipsa winced, looking back at her husband with a helpless expression before nodding hesitantly. “Essentially, yes... she’ll be instinctively drawn to anyone she finds appealing. But please, don’t be alarmed! Mewberty is... very temporary. It’ll all settle down soon, and she won’t remember much of it.”

{Y/N} pressed her back harder against the wall, clutching her head as she tried to calm her racing heart. Great, she thought, her cheeks flaming as she realized her friends were all listening to her parents explain her most embarrassing transformation in excruciating detail.

The mirror flickered slightly as Eclipsa and Globgor shared an awkward glance, both clearly trying their best to offer comfort, but still struggling to find the right words for a situation they never truly anticipated. Globgor scratched his head, looking at his daughter’s panicked expression through the mirror.

“You know, sweetheart,” he started offhandedly, as if it was an afterthought, “this could be a sign that you’re... growing into yourself. You’re a size-shifter, after all. Puberty’s probably working differently for you, right? Maybe you’re getting better at shifting your size more... efficiently.”

The mention of shifting sizes caused {Y/N} to pause for a moment, her mind trying to wrap itself around what her father just implied. Her stomach twisted with a mix of dread and curiosity—if this was growing into herself, what else was going to change? She had barely begun to process that when Eclipsa’s voice chimed in.

“Exactly,” Eclipsa added with a little too much enthusiasm. “You’re just growing stronger. More... mature!” She gave a light laugh, but it wasn’t entirely reassuring. “You’ve got this, honey. And hey, you're our darling little girl—surely you can handle anything. Now, we’ll leave you to it!”

Globgor waved as he leaned in closer. “You’ve got yourself something to chase, I see. Keep your head on straight, kiddo. You know what to do!”

With that, both of the parents winked at the mirror simultaneously, flashing overly cheery smiles at the Toman gang that now crowded around. Takemichi awkwardly waved back, unsure if the gesture was for him or for the reader. The mirror blinked once before the connection ended, leaving the gang with only the echo of their last words hanging in the air.

{Y/N} sighed in frustration, her tail flicking behind her, swishing back and forth as she gripped the wall for support. She could feel the anxiety tightening her chest, but she quickly exhaled, trying to regain control. “Well, I guess... that was helpful,” she muttered to herself, her voice still quivering with nerves.

Takemichi, ever the optimist, offered a nervous smile, his eyes wide with curiosity and concern. “Don’t worry, we’ll handle this! We’ll stick with you through this whole thing, okay?”

The rest of the gang nodded in agreement, each offering their own version of support, though their expressions were far more amused than serious. Even Emma, who stood beside Mikey, gave {Y/N} a warm, reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension.

Mikey placed a hand on {Y/N}’s shoulder with a playful grin. “Yeah, we’ve got you covered, huh? I’m sure we can all survive a little bit of... mewberty,” he teased, his voice light but with a hint of mischievousness.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Draken added with a chuckle. “We can handle whatever this is. It’s just a phase, right?”

Pah-chin and Peh-yan exchanged a glance, both of them visibly trying to hide their smirks. “We got you, babe,” Peh-yan said in his usual laid-back tone. “I’m sure you’ll be alright. It’s just like puberty, huh?”

The group chuckled, their teasing tone making {Y/N} flush even harder. Takemichi shot them an awkward look but offered a thumbs-up. “Yep! We’ll stick by you no matter what. Don’t worry, you’re not alone.”

Eclipsa and Globgor’s voices echoed in {Y/N}’s mind, but she had barely heard the last part of their conversation. The reference to having “something to chase” had set off a swirl of discomfort in her stomach, and the more the others teased her, the more her nerves began to fray. Her heart pounded, and the marks on her skin kept popping up like little paper scales—each one creeping slowly, then multiplying the moment she found herself surrounded by everyone.

She couldn’t even look at them without feeling an undeniable tug in her chest. She was drawn to them now, far more than ever before.

Trying to snap herself out of it, she breathed in and out rapidly, trying to control herself. Her mind screamed at her to focus, but the warmth of their presence was suffocating. The more she fought it, the worse it got.

Suddenly, {Y/N}’s eyes darted around, and before she knew it, the royal magic wand in her hand flicked to life. “Labyrinthius,” she whispered in a strained voice, casting the spell she knew could trap herself—and the gang—before things went any further.

A massive crack of energy rang through the air as a maze began to form around them, walls sprouting from the ground as the labyrinth expanded at a rapid pace. The structure had no end, an endless spiral of paths and corridors designed to disorient anyone who wasn’t familiar with its structure. The walls were dense, almost alive, shifting around as if they had their own will. It was an old spell from Queen Crescenta, meant for enemies, but {Y/N} had repurposed it to help contain her own out-of-control emotions.

But as the maze sealed in around them, the boys started teasing her more, the physical proximity making her reaction worse. Each time one of them brushed past her, the stars on her skin seemed to multiply with alarming speed. She was furiously peeling off the scales now, but the more she did it, the more they seemed to appear—each touch setting them off.

"You're all way too close," she said through clenched teeth, her tail lashing in frustration as her eyes darted between the boys and girls. She had to focus, but the intensity of the situation was making it harder and harder to stay grounded.

As Takemichi stepped just a little too close, the reaction was instantaneous. The stars exploded across her arms, over her shoulders, and down her chest, until they completely engulfed her in glowing red shapes. Her body tensed, her breathing shallow as the cocoon started to form around her—just like she’d heard would happen during Mewberty.

In seconds, the stars overlapped in chaotic layers, encasing her in a star-shaped cocoon. She felt her body being pulled into the center of it as her skin tightened. And then, as the last bit of her transformation began to settle, she could feel the power rising in her—ready to unleash. The cocoon was almost complete, the vines sprouting from the edges and wrapping around her as they formed a web, ready to capture anyone who got too close.

It was only a matter of time now...

The cocoon around {Y/N} continued to pulse gently, the energy within it growing stronger by the second. The labyrinth that surrounded the gang hummed with magic, the walls shifting in an eerie dance as the maze twisted. They stood in silence, watching the cocoon as it expanded and began to glow with a faint red light. The stars on the cocoon's surface flickered sporadically, their paper-like texture becoming taut as it stretched and hardened, like a delicate parchment being drawn tighter.

The gang, along with Takemichi, Hinata, and Emma, stood nervously on edge, watching the cocoon grow larger by the second. The air was thick with tension. Mikey’s usual playful attitude was gone, replaced with a concerned frown as he took a step forward. "Is it... supposed to do that?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes locked onto the glowing cocoon that seemed to throb with each passing moment.

Draken, standing close beside him, narrowed his eyes. "I don’t know, but it’s not looking good. Do you think we should do something?"

The other members were equally uneasy, and even Pah-chin and Peh-yan, who were usually unfazed by just about anything, seemed taken aback by the sheer unnaturalness of the situation.

Peh-yan, eyeing the glowing cocoon, let out a low whistle. "Man... this is some next-level creepy stuff."

"You’re not wrong," Pah-chin muttered, crossing his arms, clearly more anxious than he let on.

Amidst their quiet murmurs, someone—Takemichi, having been observing more than anyone else—stepped forward with trepidation. His hand extended slowly, almost instinctively, as if drawn by some invisible force. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the urge to help was overwhelming. His fingers brushed against the outer shell of the cocoon, just at the edge where the stars glimmered faintly.

The moment his hand made contact, the stars on the cocoon shifted and pulsed in a vibrant flash. Four bright red stars appeared directly where Takemichi’s fingers met the surface. They flared to life with an intensity that took everyone by surprise. {Y/N}’s eyes, glowing with the same red hue, flared from inside the cocoon. It was as if they could feel her presence, even through the thick walls of magic and light.

Everyone took a collective breath, stunned by the sight of the eyes—her eyes—glowing from deep within the cocoon. The red light reflected off their faces, and even Emma gasped softly. "Is she—?"

"Yeah," Mikey whispered, stepping back a little as the intensity of the glow increased. "She’s in there. But it’s like... she’s aware of us."

Suddenly, the cocoon began to tremble. A series of faint, sharp cracks ran along its surface, and with a low, strained groan, six hands—long, slender, and glowing red—pressed firmly against the inside. They were still her hands, but they had transformed, each one now longer and more delicate, with fingers that looked almost ethereal in the glow. Her silhouette inside the cocoon became clearer with each passing second, the shape of her shifting form becoming undeniable.

Her body shifted, expanding, like she was being pushed into a new form entirely. Every second that passed made it clearer: she was changing. The walls of the cocoon groaned as the shape of the reader became more defined. Her body was writhing inside, instinctively pushing against the confines of the shell.

Draken cursed softly, his eyes tracking the six hands as they moved with a strange fluidity, pushing against the walls of the cocoon as if trying to break free.

"Shit, it’s happening," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice tight with tension.

"She’s..." Takemichi started to speak, but the words caught in his throat as he saw the dark shape of {Y/N}’s form growing clearer, more solid with each passing moment.

Then, as if responding to the pressure, the cocoon let out a sharp *crack* that echoed through the air.

The gang instinctively stepped back, their eyes wide in anticipation, as the crack split right down the middle of the cocoon, the sound ringing through the air like the splitting of a glass pane.

Inside, the glow intensified.

The cocoon was no longer solid—what remained of it seemed to be crumbling away, breaking apart to reveal the silhouette of the reader in her new, transformed state.

A soft hum of power filled the air, the tension building as the last of the cocoon shattered, its pieces falling away like dust. What emerged from the cocoon was no longer the girl they knew. It was someone else. Someone primal. Someone... powerful.

But as the cocoon cracked open, there was a brief moment of silence as everyone took in the transformation that had just occurred. All eyes were locked onto the glowing, starry silhouette inside the now-vanishing cocoon, waiting for {Y/N} to emerge fully from the chaos that was about to unfold.

With an almost otherworldly screech, the final remnants of the cocoon fell away, collapsing into a heap of glowing, fragmented dust. The air, thick with tension, pulsed with energy as a shimmering silhouette stood within the center of the destroyed shell. As the light dimmed, the form of {Y/N}—no longer recognizable—emerged.

Her once delicate, lavender skin had transformed into a brilliant, fiery red, the color bright as though every inch of her body was now infused with a new, ferocious life. The familiar star-shaped marks on her cheeks had deepened in color, now a dark crimson that stood out against the red of her skin. They were still there—her two green stars had been replaced—but now they glowed with an unsettling intensity, as if they were part of her very being.

The moment she emerged, the gang stood frozen in place, eyes wide, their mouths dry. Her posture was hunched as if her body had grown heavier, more substantial. Her horns had transformed too—now shorter, smoother, bone-like in their solid appearance, curving backwards along her head. Two star-covered antennae sprouted from her forehead, their tips glowing faintly, tracking the movements around her with an eerie precision.

Her hair, once wild and free-flowing, suddenly twisted and braided itself into a high ponytail, no visible hand pulling it together, as if guided by an invisible force. The strands shimmered, falling into place as if they were as much a part of her new form as her horns, now gleaming in the shifting light.

And then, with a beat of her wings—her butterfly wings, delicate and red, their edges speckled with stars—she was airborne, lifting off the ground a few feet, her wings folding and fluttering erratically as she hovered.

The gang watched in stunned silence as {Y/N}’s form—her new body—shifted and twitched with untamed energy. Her once calm demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an animalistic ferocity. She was no longer the girl they had known; now, she was something else entirely—wild, instinct-driven, and completely feral.

"She... she looks..." Takemichi started to speak, but he couldn’t find the words.

"Unbelievable," Emma murmured, her hand instinctively reaching for Mikey, who was equally taken aback, eyes wide as he stared at {Y/N}'s newly transformed body. His hand hovered near his mouth in disbelief. "This is insane."

But before they could react further, {Y/N}’s head tilted sharply, and her glowing eyes—now a bright, predatory red—focused in on them. Her body jerked, her wings beating again as she suddenly dropped to her knees. Her hands pressed against the ground, fingers curling into the dirt as her form trembled with wild energy. She was no longer in control of herself—her body moving of its own accord, guided only by raw, primal instinct.

She shifted again, this time much faster. A low, guttural sound escaped her lips, her tongue flicking out as if tasting the air. Her gaze—wild and unfocused—flicked between the boys and girls standing before her.

Her first words—if they could even be considered words—were a guttural growl. "Girls... boys..." She cooed, her tone heavy with an unsettling, predatory edge, her voice raspy as though it hadn’t spoken in ages. Her attention shifted suddenly, and her eyes narrowed onto a target—Mikey.

"Mikey," she breathed, and her hand reached out, her fingers twitching toward him. The stars on her body pulsed and shimmered in response to her attraction. She was hunting.

Without warning, her wings beat hard, sending her into the air again. Her movements were quick, erratic. She was closing in on Mikey, her body shifting with terrifying speed.

Baji’s eyes widened. “What the hell?” He stepped back instinctively, trying to dodge as her wings brushed past him. “She’s—she’s like a damn monster!”

“She’s not herself right now,” Draken barked, taking a step forward, but even he wasn’t sure how to act. {Y/N} was nothing like the calm, collected person they had known moments ago. She was feral, and they saw her for what she truly was: alien.

In her new form, she moved with precision and power, her focus solely on her prey. Her body darted, and then—before anyone could react—she lunged toward Takemichi. Her wings flared as she flew in his direction, but before she could reach him, her legs kicked out and her body twisted unnaturally to land beside him, her sharp claws outstretched.

Takemichi instinctively stumbled backward, raising his arms in defense, but it was too late.

Her hand caught his wrist in a vice-like grip, her fingers curling into his skin. Without a sound, her other hand lashed out to hold him in place. Her gaze, filled with a wild, intoxicating energy, locked onto his face.

"Boys," she muttered again, her voice thick with hunger as she nuzzled him gently, nipping at his ear with a teasing smile. "Takemichi."

With a snarl, she extended her hand and a line of sticky, glowing webbing shot out, wrapping around him and pulling him in tightly against her. Her star-covered antennae twitched, and her wings beat once more, sending a shockwave of energy through the air as she finally stepped back, securing him within her trap. He was wrapped up like prey, the red strands tying his arms to his chest.

The others watched in shock as she moved to the next target—this time, it was Hinata, her expression still feral, her eyes glittering with the same intensity as before. She pounced on Hinata, her movements animalistic as she trapped her next victim, securing her arms to her torso in the same fashion as Takemichi.

Her entire focus was on capturing, on weaving her webs to snare those she was attracted to. The group barely had time to adjust before she darted between them, webbing each person she came across. Her hands moved with unnatural speed, creating sticky, glittering webs that wrapped around arms, waists, and legs- pulling them in.

But before the trap could close fully, her wings flapped violently again, and she shot toward the next nearest person—Mikey. His eyes went wide as the feral creature that was once his friend sped toward him. There was almost no avoiding it. She was too fast. He just barely managed to side step her and begin running down the uneven path of the maze.

And before the group knew it, the chase was on.

{Y/N}, in her mewberty form, had begun her hunt, and no one—no one—was safe.

The air was thick with tension, the forest around them now a labyrinth of twisting paths and webs. The moment {Y/N} set her sights back on Takemichi, her expression morphed into something almost predatory. The gentle, hesitant boy had become the perfect target, his every awkward movement drawing her attention like a magnet.

She moved quickly, wings beating with a sharp gust of wind, as she landed with an almost graceful thud right in front of him. Her antennae flicked, focusing on him as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Michi-Michi," she cooed, a slow, feral smile spreading across her face, her eyes glowing with a sharp, hungry light.

Takemichi tried to back away, but his feet were tangled in the webs that had begun to creep across the floor. "W-wait, what are you—" He barely had time to finish his sentence before the reader lunged, her sharp claws catching hold of his elbows. Her hands moved with precision, webbing him up in an instant. Her wings fluttered behind her, sending her floating into the air as she tightened the webbing around him, drawing him closer.

"No! Let go!" Takemichi grunted, struggling against the webbing. He was wrapped tightly against one of the trees growing through the wall, unable to break free.

{Y/N}’s face remained calm, her lips curling into a teasing grin. "Michi-Michi..." she whispered, nuzzling him lightly, her breath hot against his cheek as she kissed him briefly. The action was both affectionate and possessive, an instinctive reaction to her overwhelming attraction to him. Takemichi shivered but couldn’t do anything but watch, helpless as he blushed brightly.

Hinata, standing nearby and watching the entire scene unfold, was next in {Y/N}'s line of sight. Her expression softened with worry for Takemichi, but before she could make a move to help, the reader was already on her. "Hina~," she purred, her voice low and throaty as she shifted toward the girl. Her antennae twitched, sensing the same attraction she felt for Takemichi in Hinata's aura.

Without hesitation, {Y/N} reached out, her claws grazing against Hinata's arm, causing her to flinch. Hinata tried to back away, but her feet got tangled in more of the webs that had now enveloped the surroundings. "No, no, please, don’t—"

But it was too late. {Y/N} was already on her, hands gently but firmly grabbing onto her, webbing her up with expert precision. The warmth in her gaze as she trapped Hinata was something softer, almost caring, but the predatory nature of her instincts still shone through.

"Hina..." she murmured again, her lips brushing against Hinata's cheek in a quick, teasing kiss before she stepped back, wrapping the girl up tight. The webs, sticky and glittering with starlight, adhered to the trees and walls around them, securing them both. Takemichi, still stuck to the tree, struggled to speak, but only the faintest sound left his throat as the reader moved toward them both.

Hinata, now trapped next to Takemichi, glanced over at him, her voice barely a whisper. "Takemichi, we need to get out of here!"

Takemichi could only nod, helpless, his heart racing as he tried to wriggle free from the webbing. But the more he struggled, the tighter the strands pulled around him. {Y/N}’s attention was solely focused on her new captive duo. She leaned closer to them, her antennae flicking as her lips curled in amusement.

"Michi-Michi... Hina..." she cooed, her voice almost musical, the words dripping with affection, possessiveness, and the wild hunger of someone who had no control over her instincts. The two were helpless, trapped, as she nuzzled them both in an almost playful manner.

Her wings fluttered again, the soft flutter of her new form sending a breeze through the space. The maze she had created—a confusing and twisted web of trees, walls, and paths—had become her playground, and everyone within it was her prey.

Her attention flicked between the two as she let out a soft, delighted giggle before drawing closer. "Michi-Michi... Hina... trap... you..." she whispered, as though it were an entirely normal thing for her to say, her vocabulary limited to only a few words.

Takemichi’s face turned bright red. "You—"

"Boys... girls..."

Hinata tried to squirm, but it was no use. The webs had her completely wrapped, and now, she could only watch helplessly as {Y/N}’s attention shifted once again to the next potential target.

The space within the labyrinth had grown eerily quiet for a moment as {Y/N}’s attention shifted. Her antennae twitched, and the faintest movement caught her eye. Mikey, the notorious leader of Toman, was walking into the clearing, a mix of confidence and concern written on his face. His eyes darted around, still looking for a way to help, but he wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen.

“Micky-Micky,” {Y/N} purred, her voice thick with a predatory tone. She tilted her head slightly, her star-covered antennae twitching and following his every movement. Mikey was strong, quick, and could usually get out of any situation, but she was no longer the girl he once knew. She was something else entirely.

Before Mikey could even register what was happening, {Y/N} had already taken flight. Her wings fluttered softly as she soared up into the air, her movements fluid and effortless. The glowing red stars on her body twinkled ominously as she closed the distance between them. She landed directly in front of him with the grace of a predatory bird of prey, and Mikey froze for a moment, the instinctual pull drawing him in. There was something about her—something irresistible.

{Y/N} smiled at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Micky-Micky," she whispered, cooing his name as if she was calling out to her favorite toy. There was no hesitation, no fear—just a quiet, overwhelming desire that took over her completely.

Mikey took a cautious step back, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “What the hell’s going on with you?” he muttered, but his voice faltered under the intensity of her gaze. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and his instincts were warning him that he needed to get out of there, fast.

But {Y/N} was too quick. Her antennae twitched again, sensing his strength and knowing that he would be the most difficult to capture. Her wings flared behind her as she charged forward, and with a quick motion, her six arms grabbed hold of Mikey's arms and torso, pulling him into her grasp. His muscles tensed as he tried to break free, but the reader’s hold was unyielding, and he was stunned by how quickly he was restrained.

“Micky-Micky, no run,” she whispered in his ear, her lips brushing against his cheek. She giggled softly, her voice sending shivers down his spine. Mikey’s body locked up, and for a moment, he lost himself in her eyes—her glowing, starry gaze that held him captive.

With expert precision, {Y/N} started weaving the webs around him, securing him to one of the trees. Mikey struggled against the bindings, but the more he fought, the tighter they became. His strength wasn’t enough to overpower her now; the extra hands she possessed were just too much. The webs were sticky and unyielding, designed to hold even the strongest of men. Slowly, Mikey’s arms were bound to the tree, his legs secured, and his body suspended in mid-air.

She tilted her head, admiring her handiwork with a pleased look on her face. Her lips quirked into a smile as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear again. "Micky-Micky," she cooed, before teasingly licking the side of his face.

Mikey blinked, his heart racing and his face flushing. “What... the hell is this?” He grunted in frustration, trying once again to break free. But the more he struggled, the more her webbing clung to him, making it impossible to move.

{Y/N} hummed to herself in delight, her hands pressing against his chest, her antennae brushing against his face as she admired his trapped form. "Boy," she muttered in a soft, almost affectionate tone. Mikey's body burned with frustration, but his mind was spinning, confused by how he couldn’t escape.

His eyes shifted between {Y/N}’s form and the rest of the group, each of them fighting their own battles against the webbing. He could feel the heat from her touch lingering on his skin, and a part of him was uncertain whether he wanted to escape or stay.

As {Y/N} stepped back to admire her work, her wings fluttered, sending a gust of air through the clearing. Mikey's breath caught in his throat as she surveyed him with a slow, teasing grin. "Micky-Micky..." she whispered again, her voice almost playful now, as if he were nothing more than a piece in her game.

Despite the surreal situation, Mikey’s lips quirked into a small, helpless smile. “You’re really something else, huh?” he muttered.

But there was no time to focus on their conversation, because the chase wasn’t over, and {Y/N} was already turning toward her next target.

The air was heavy with the hum of the labyrinth. The webs stretched endlessly, and every corner seemed to hold a new surprise. It was an eerie stillness, a moment of tension, before the next targets of {Y/N}’s intense desire approached. Draken and Emma walked together through the maze, looking for a way out, but the further they ventured, the more they realized they were deeper inside the trap.

“Where the hell are we?” Draken muttered under his breath, glancing around with furrowed brows. His eyes darted from side to side, knowing something wasn’t right. He was no stranger to dangerous situations, but this one was unsettling—there was something off about the air, something... strange about the atmosphere.

Emma, walking beside him, felt a chill down her spine. “I don’t know, but I don’t like this one bit,” she said, pulling her jacket a little tighter around her. Her eyes flickered nervously to Draken, seeking reassurance, but there was none to be had. The labyrinth felt endless, and she could feel the pull of something dangerous drawing closer.

“Draken... Emma...” The voice cut through the air, and both of them froze in place. The sweet, teasing voice was unmistakable. {Y/N}’s form appeared in the distance, her silhouette glowing with the faint outline of her red skin. Her wings were extended behind her, fluttering gently. Her antennae swayed in the air, a clear sign that she had already noticed them.

“Draken and... Emmy...” {Y/N} cooed, her voice filled with a predatory tone. She stepped forward, the faintest trace of a smile on her lips as her eyes, now glowing red, locked onto them.

Draken, ever the protector, stepped in front of Emma instinctively. “Stay back, Emma,” he warned her quietly, trying to remain calm despite the rising tension in the air. But it was too late. {Y/N} was already closing the distance between them, her wings beating faster now, her movements swift and calculated.

Before they knew it, {Y/N} was in front of them. She leaned forward, her body moving with a fluid grace that was almost unsettling. "Draken... Emmy...,” she whispered again, her voice lilting as she slowly circled them. Emma’s breath hitched as {Y/N}’s eyes locked onto hers, an overwhelming sense of affection and desire emanating from her every movement.

Draken stepped forward, trying to protect Emma from whatever was about to happen, but {Y/N} was too fast. In an instant, her six arms shot out, grabbing hold of Draken with a force he hadn’t expected. His eyes widened as her hands bound his arms and legs, his own strength no match for the overwhelming power of her magic. He tried to fight against it, but the reader’s grip tightened, her strength surprising him.

"Emmy..." {Y/N} whispered, her voice hushed, but filled with an odd affection as she turned her attention to Emma. Emma’s heart raced, but before she could react, {Y/N}’s long, graceful hands reached for her, gently taking hold of her shoulders. Emma tried to push her away, but {Y/N}’s eyes held her captive, drawing her closer in the same magnetic pull that had entranced the others.

{Y/N} leaned in, lips grazing against Emma’s cheek as she whispered, “Emmy... my girl...” The warmth of her breath sent a shiver down Emma’s spine, and before she knew it, {Y/N}’s webbing began to envelop her. Her arms were bound to the sides of the wall, her legs secured, and she was suspended in place, completely immobilized.

Draken, still struggling against the webs that had him ensnared, watched helplessly as the reader stepped back to admire her work. He grunted in frustration, his powerful muscles straining against the sticky restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. He could see Emma’s wide eyes filled with confusion and fear, but there was something else there too—an undeniable attraction, an odd sense of calm mixed in with the panic.

{Y/N}, noticing Draken’s continued resistance, leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "Draken... my boy..." she murmured softly, the affectionate tone in her voice sending a strange warmth through him. His thoughts became a haze for a brief second before he snapped himself out of it.

But {Y/N} was quick to use her extra hands, and before Draken could get another word in, she secured him further to the webbed tree that stood behind him, his body suspended, arms and legs bound tightly against the branches. He couldn’t break free now. {Y/N}, her breathing steady and controlled, backed away with satisfaction, admiring the two of them wrapped tightly in her webs.

{Y/N}’s antennae twitched, her wings fluttered, and her glowing red eyes scanned over them, savoring the moment. Draken’s face was flushed from frustration, and Emma’s cheeks were burning. There was no escape, no hope, and the labyrinth was only growing tighter with every passing minute.

{Y/N} stepped back, tilting her head as she watched them both struggle in her webs, her predatory instincts satisfied for the moment. "Boys... girls...” she hummed quietly to herself, her voice drifting into the labyrinth, almost like a lullaby. She was both a part of them and completely apart, her gaze filled with a strange mix of affection and dominance.

With another flutter of her wings, she turned away, her body moving with a sense of urgency. She would return soon, and when she did, the chase would begin again.

The maze twisted and turned, an endless expanse of branching walls, webbing, and trees that seemed to grow out of nowhere. The air felt charged with a strange energy, heavy and oppressive, like a storm was brewing. Pah-chin and Peh-yan were close behind, having followed the others into the labyrinth, their expressions serious but unsure.

“Hey, Peh-yan, you sure we’re going the right way?” Pah-chin asked, looking over his shoulder as he turned another corner. His voice echoed in the narrow passage, but there was no answer, just the silence of the maze.

Peh-yan walked a few paces behind, glancing around warily. “This place is messed up, man. It feels like we’re going in circles,” he muttered, pushing some of the webs out of his way as he continued forward. But the more they walked, the more the walls seemed to close in, and the silence only grew heavier.

“Maybe we should go back...” Pah-chin started to say, but before he could finish, a figure appeared from the shadows. {Y/N} stood in front of them, her glowing red eyes bright in the dark. She was more than just a silhouette now—her features were clearer, more defined, her body standing tall, wings outstretched, antennae swaying slightly in the air.

Pah-chin froze. “What the—?”

Before he could react, {Y/N} stepped forward, her movements graceful and fluid, her wings beating lightly as she advanced. Her six arms stretched out, and without hesitation, she grabbed both of them with surprising strength.

“Pah... Peh...” {Y/N} cooed, her voice dripping with affection. Her words were slow and deliberate, as if she were savoring every syllable. “Boys... ”

Peh-yan blinked in confusion, his heart racing. “Wait... what’s going on?” he started, but before he could finish, {Y/N} tightened her grip, her hands pulling him closer. He tried to squirm, but his body felt like it was being controlled, her touch almost magnetic. His thoughts were foggy, his desire to escape slowly fading as {Y/N}’s eyes locked onto his, drawing him into a haze of attraction.

“Peh...” {Y/N} whispered again, leaning in close to Peh-yan’s face, her lips brushing against his cheek before she nuzzled him affectionately. She smiled mischievously before her arms wrapped around him, pulling him in tighter. He was immobilized, unable to fight back as her webbing began to materialize around him, binding him against the tree that had grown in the maze.

Pah-chin, still stunned by the suddenness of the situation, watched helplessly as {Y/N} turned her attention to him. He tried to back away, but {Y/N}’s movements were far too quick, and in a moment, she had him trapped too, her extra arms ensnaring him with ease.

“Pah...” she whispered, the tone of her voice carrying a strange mix of affection and possessiveness. Pah-chin struggled as the webs spread over him, immobilizing him completely. He could feel his own desire rising, a strange warmth spreading through his chest as {Y/N}’s hands moved over him, securing him to the web-covered tree.

{Y/N} took a step back, admiring her handiwork. Pah-chin and Peh-yan were both suspended, their bodies wrapped tightly in her sticky webs, unable to move. {Y/N}’s wings fluttered again, her antennae twitching with excitement as she looked them over. She was calm now, her hunger sated for the moment, but there was still something in her gaze—a burning desire, a need to collect and trap more.

She leaned forward, her six arms poised and ready for the next phase of the hunt. "Boys..." she hummed again, stepping back into the shadows of the labyrinth to wait.

The maze was quiet once again, but the tension was palpable. {Y/N} would return soon, and this time, she would have more to collect.

Smiley and Baji had been making their way through the maze, the tension in the air almost palpable as they navigated the ever-shifting paths. The walls felt like they were closing in on them, but the two of them were used to navigating tight situations—just not *this* tight. The labyrinth itself felt wrong, unnatural.

“What the hell is going on here?” Baji muttered, brushing some of the webs out of his way. His sharp eyes scanned the area, and the unsettling silence made him uneasy. “This isn’t normal.”

Smiley, as always, was grinning, his carefree attitude unwavering despite the strange atmosphere. “Yeah, this place is real weird, huh? I bet she's just messing with us.”

Before Baji could reply, the temperature seemed to shift. There was a rustling sound, then a low hum, and just as they both turned to look, they saw her. {Y/N} stood before them in her transformed state, the red of her skin glowing in the dim light. Her wings were unfurled behind her, the red and black pattern on them almost hypnotic. The star-covered antennae on her head swayed lightly, as if reacting to their presence. Her six arms were poised, ready to capture.

“Smiley… Baji…” {Y/N} purred, her voice low and teasing. Her eyes glowed, and her gaze shifted between the two of them like a predator sizing up her prey. “Boys…”

Smiley grinned wider, unaffected by the situation. “Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite little Mewman princess. What’s the deal, huh? You think you can just take us down like this?”

{Y/N}’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t respond to Smiley’s question. Instead, she moved closer to them, her extra arms snaking out, one reaching for Baji, another toward Smiley. They were both too stunned by the suddenness of her transformation to react in time.

“Smiley... Baji...” she whispered again, more breathlessly this time, as her hands slid over Baji’s chest, gently pulling him toward her. He instinctively tried to push her away, but her strength was too much for him to overcome. Her hands moved with a precision that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Oh, you’re not gonna let go, huh?” Baji grinned, his voice slightly strained as he tried to wriggle free. But {Y/N} wasn’t interested in listening to him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, then nuzzling his cheek in a slow, affectionate motion. “Baji~...” she cooed, her voice low and teasing, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Smiley chuckled, clearly enjoying the scene. “Looks like someone’s got you wrapped around her finger, Baji. Hah! I knew the princess had it in her.” He stepped forward, his arms raised in mock surrender, grinning widely. “So, you think you’ve got a place for me in your little web, huh?”

{Y/N}’s attention immediately shifted to Smiley. Her eyes gleamed, and with a single, swift motion, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close. She cooed his name softly, almost sweetly, before leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek, then nuzzling him affectionately. Smiley blinked, completely taken aback by the sudden affection.

“Smiley...” she murmured again, her arms pulling him into a tight embrace, almost possessively. Smiley laughed it off at first, but there was a strange look in his eyes as he looked at her.

“You’re not so bad, huh?” he said with a grin, but it was clear that {Y/N}’s hold on him was starting to affect him, too. His pulse quickened, and though his cocky demeanor didn’t show it, a part of him felt a weird sense of attraction toward her. It was like his body was reacting to her presence, almost uncontrollably.

{Y/N} then placed a hand on his shoulder, her six arms easily holding him still as she began to weave him into her web, using the sticky strands to bind him against a nearby tree. Smiley’s struggle became less and less as {Y/N}’s touch seemed to lull him into a state of confused arousal, and the webbing tightened, trapping him in place.

“Smiley...” {Y/N} whispered again, her voice now a soft, satisfied hum as she moved on to Baji, who had finally stopped struggling, his body slack as {Y/N}’s touch took over. She started to web him up as well, her hands working quickly, leaving him trapped against a nearby wall of the maze. Baji’s face flushed, his breath hitching as he tried to regain his composure.

“Goddamn, you really know how to tie a guy down,” Baji muttered, his voice a little breathless as the webs continued to constrict around him. “You better not leave me here for too long, princess.”

{Y/N} paused, looking him up and down, her antennae flicking slightly in amusement as she leaned in close. “Baji...” she whispered, tracing his cheek with her fingertips. “Boy... Pretty boy...”

With one last, affectionate nuzzle, she stepped back, admiring the two of them caught in her web. They were completely at her mercy, trapped and caught, their expressions both caught somewhere between confusion and the strange, inevitable attraction they felt toward her.

{Y/N}’s wings fluttered again as she took in the sight of her handiwork. Her antennae twitched with excitement as she looked toward the rest of the maze. The hunt was still on, but for now, she had two of her favorite boys all wrapped up.

The maze was silent once more. The only sound was the soft rustle of the webs and the occasional beat of {Y/N}’s wings. She was far from finished.

The labyrinth stretched out before her, the tangled paths full of characters caught in her webbing, each struggling or silently suspended in place. {Y/N}’s wings fluttered gently as she hovered above the maze, her red skin glowing softly beneath the dim light of the maze. Her antennae twitched with every movement, her sharp eyes scanning the faces of those already captured. Smiley, Baji, Draken, and Peh-yan were all helpless in their bonds, but the hunt wasn't over yet. There were still two more she wanted to catch.

She caught sight of Hakkai and Angry, standing together not far from where she was. Both were at a crossroads, unsure of where to go, their eyes darting around nervously as if they could sense her presence but couldn't quite make sense of it. Hakkai’s head was down, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he avoided eye contact. Angry, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed in concentration, but his body language was nervous—he could barely look at her, even as she approached.

{Y/N}’s sharp gaze zeroed in on them, her instincts flaring up. Her body moved instinctively, her wings catching the air as she glided down toward the two boys, her six hands moving in a fluid motion, ready to strike. She was drawn to them, just as she had been with the others, her affection for them both growing stronger with each passing moment.

Hakkai’s heart skipped a beat when he felt a sudden weight in the air, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He glanced around, his face a deep shade of red as his nervousness increased. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he was being watched. His gaze flickered upward, only to freeze when he saw her—*the reader*—flying toward him, her body glowing in the eerie light of the labyrinth.

“Hakkai…” she whispered in a low, seductive tone, her voice almost like a soft caress in the air. His heart pounded faster as his gaze locked onto her. She was closer now, and her presence felt overwhelming. Her wings shimmered faintly as they fluttered, her six arms outstretched as if ready to embrace him.

Hakkai instinctively took a step back, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He didn’t know what to do, his shyness completely overtaking him. “N-No, wait—” he stammered, but the reader was already there.

Without a word, she reached out with two of her hands, gently grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. Her touch was soft, but it was enough to send a shock through him. His heart raced in his chest as he tried to pull away, but her strength was undeniable. She pressed her face against his cheek, her antennae brushing against him in a soft, affectionate nuzzle.

“Hakkai…” she purred, her voice like honey, and Hakkai felt himself melting. His breath hitched in his throat as her hands snaked around him, pulling him into her embrace. The her antenna twitched while her wings buzzed in response to his body’s closeness to hers.

She then held him with all six hands, and without missing a beat, began webbing him up. Hakkai could barely respond, his heart racing as his limbs were carefully but firmly bound to a tree. “P-Please…” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks burning as he glanced away, too shy to make eye contact. {Y/N} only smiled, leaning in once more to press another kiss to his cheek.

“Hakkai…” she cooed again, her voice low and comforting as she finished wrapping him up. His hands were suspended in the webs, and his body was helplessly drawn to her presence. His mind was a flurry of thoughts, his body betraying him as he realized how much his body was reacting to her.

She finished binding him completely, his back against the tree, the webbing now tight and unforgiving. Hakkai's face was flushed, his head turned away, too embarrassed to even look at her. But she wasn’t done with him. No, this was only the beginning.

Angry wasn’t much better off. He was pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed as he tried to keep calm. He could feel something in the air, a tension that he couldn’t shake. His usual quiet, stoic nature was beginning to crack as he felt his heart racing in his chest. He had noticed {Y/N}’s presence earlier, but she hadn’t come near him. At least, not until now.

His gaze shot up, only to meet {Y/N}’s glowing eyes as she swooped down toward him. The moment she saw him, her wings fluttered again, her antennae perked up, and she seemed to move even faster, drawn to him like a magnet. Angry’s breath caught in his throat as she closed the distance between them.

“Angry...” she whispered, her voice like a soft melody, pulling him in with a force he couldn’t explain. His stomach flipped in a way he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t just fear—it was something deeper, something far more confusing. She was *so close* now, and her eyes were locked on him with a wild, almost feral intensity.

He took a hesitant step back, his arms instinctively raised in defense, but {Y/N} was faster. Her hands darted out, effortlessly grabbing hold of him and pulling him toward her. His breath hitched as she pressed his chest to hers, her wings brushing against him as her six arms wrapped around him in a tight hold.

“Angry...” she whispered again, nuzzling him affectionately. His heart raced in his chest, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling a strange warmth spread through his body. “Angry…” she repeated, this time with a soft, teasing tone as she pressed another kiss to his forehead. He tried to pull away, but it was no use.

“W-Wait... what are you doing?!” he stammered, but his voice was shaky, and his body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. She was too close, and the strange attraction he felt toward her made his head spin. “Stop… please…”

But {Y/N} wasn’t stopping. She continued to hold him with all six hands, webbing him up quickly, binding his arms to his sides. Angry’s struggles became weaker as the webbing enveloped him, and with one last gentle pull, she secured him to a nearby tree, just like Hakkai.

“Angry…” she murmured again, her voice soft as she pressed her cheek against his, her breath hot against his skin. Angry could only remain still, his body trembling with the sensations she was causing in him. His mind was a mess of confusion, but his body was completely entranced by her.

Once she was finished, {Y/N} stepped back, admiring her work. Angry was wrapped up tightly, his head hanging down in exhaustion. But there was still more to do. There was more of the maze to explore.

The hunt wasn’t over.

The maze was thick with the scent of tangled webs and the distant rustle of leaves as {Y/N}’s wings flitted silently through the labyrinth. Her antennae twitched as she darted over her captured prey, pausing momentarily to admire the works of art she had spun. Each victim was helplessly bound, their expressions varying from confusion to complete submission, but none of that mattered. She wasn’t done yet. There were still a few more she needed to catch.

Her sharp eyes caught sight of Fufu and Mimi—Chifuyu and Mitsuya—standing together in a small clearing, looking around the maze with mild confusion, clearly trying to figure out what was happening.

Chifuyu stood tall and steady, though his eyes flickered with a mix of unease and curiosity. He had seen what happened to the others, but it wasn’t until {Y/N} glided into view, her body bathed in an eerie red glow, that his stomach clenched with a new sense of dread. His eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, he thought about running. But something in the way she hovered there, her wings fluttering delicately, made him hesitate.

“Fufu…” she cooed, her voice ringing out softly as her glowing eyes locked onto him. He felt his chest tighten at the sound of his name, her tone so soft, but with an edge of something he couldn't quite define. Her six arms extended toward him, and his body froze in place.

“W-Wait!” Chifuyu blurted out, his usual stoic demeanor cracking under the pressure of her presence. But it was no use. She was already there, stepping forward with unnerving grace, pulling him toward her with surprising strength.

Before he could even think of pulling away, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, gently but firmly holding him in place. Her antennae brushed his cheek as she leaned in closer, her voice once again calling his name, soft and melodic. “Fufu…” she cooed, the sound sending a strange shiver down his spine.

Chifuyu’s heart hammered in his chest, and his body stiffened as {Y/N}’s presence overwhelmed him. He tried to speak, but his words came out choked. “This… isn’t—what—”

She wasn’t listening to him. Instead, she was nuzzling him affectionately, her lips brushing against his cheek, her wings softly fluttering with each tender movement. The sensation was overwhelming. His cheeks flushed with heat, and his breath came out in shallow gasps as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control.

“Fufu…” she repeated again, and with a final, gentle tug, she began webbing him up. The strands were quick to wrap around his arms, pulling them to his sides and trapping him against a nearby tree. Chifuyu’s struggles became weaker and weaker as the webs tightened around him, and his face burned with a deep flush, too overwhelmed to fight back.

She finished, stepping back to admire her work. Chifuyu was completely suspended, his body bound to the tree, and his face a deep shade of red. His eyes were still wide, but the shyness he tried to hide had completely overtaken him.

“Fufu…” {Y/N} whispered again, and Chifuyu’s heart skipped a beat. He could do nothing but stare at her, helpless in his webbing.

Mitsuya was next, standing just a few feet from Chifuyu, looking a little more composed but still clearly uneasy. He had seen his best friend get caught, and now his eyes were trained on {Y/N}, watching her as she floated toward him. Her expression was feral, her glowing eyes locked onto him, and he could feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on him.

“Mimi…” she whispered, her voice sweet and teasing. It was almost playful, but Mitsuya could feel the tension in the air, and the warmth that spread through his chest at hearing his name from her lips was something he couldn’t ignore.

“W-Wait, this isn’t…” Mitsuya started to speak, but the words died in his throat as {Y/N} was already right in front of him.

Without warning, she reached out, grabbing his arm gently but firmly, her six hands pulling him close. Mitsuya couldn’t help but be drawn to her, his heartbeat speeding up as she leaned in, pressing her cheek against his in a soft, affectionate nuzzle. The warmth of her skin and the gentle flutter of her wings sent a wave of heat through him, and his body froze in place, unsure of what to do.

“Mimi~…” she purred again, her voice almost a hum as she nuzzled him a second time. Mitsuya felt a strange, fluttery sensation in his stomach, and his face turned a bright shade of red. His hands, which had instinctively reached out to steady himself, were now held firmly at his sides by the reader’s webbing.

“Stop… please,” he managed to choke out, though his voice lacked the conviction he usually had. He could barely resist the temptation of her touch. It was as if her presence was overwhelming him, drowning him in an unfamiliar sense of affection.

Before he could process what was happening, {Y/N} finished webbing him up, her hands quick and sure as she secured him to the same tree as Chifuyu. Mitsuya could only hang there, helpless, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his mind tried to catch up with what had just happened.

“Mimi…” she repeated once more, almost as if savoring the way his name felt on her lips. Mitsuya could barely respond, his head swimming with the sensations she had caused in him. He couldn’t help but glance down at her, his face still flushed from the experience.

Once she was done, {Y/N} stepped back, her antennae twitching in satisfaction. Mitsuya, still trapped, could only hang in the webbing, feeling both exhausted and confused by the intensity of the encounter.

As {Y/N} flitted through the maze, her eyes sharp and focused, she saw Yasuhiro and Sanzu standing not far from her, both of them talking to each other. They were the only two left in the area who hadn’t yet been caught, and her antennae flickered with excitement. The pull of attraction was undeniable, and with a swift movement, she darted towards them.

Yasuhiro’s posture was relaxed, his typical confident grin in place as he stood with Sanzu. The chaos around him seemed to make him feel more energized than anything else. But the moment {Y/N} appeared before him, his grin faltered, replaced by a more guarded expression.

Her glowing red eyes locked onto him, and the effect was instant. He felt a sudden, inexplicable pull, his breath hitching in his throat as she came closer, her wings fluttering softly.

“Yasu…” she whispered, her voice like silk as she drew nearer. He didn’t know what it was, but his heart began to race, his thoughts clouding as {Y/N}’s aura wrapped around him like a warm, irresistible fog.

“Wh—what are you…?” Yasuhiro began, but his words died in his throat as she reached him, her six arms extending gracefully to catch him.

Before he could step back, {Y/N} was already touching him, her hands running across his chest and arms as if mapping him out. He shivered at the touch, unsure of whether to push her away or give in. {Y/N}'s proximity made his skin tingle, his pulse quickening in a way he couldn’t control.

“Yasu…” she repeated, her voice a little softer, almost affectionate, but it was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think clearly. A part of him wanted to retreat, but another part, a stronger part, wanted to stay.

He reached out, trying to steady himself, but the moment his hand brushed against her arm, the scales on his cheek flared up, and before he could even fully comprehend what was happening, {Y/N} moved faster than he could react, her webbing quickly wrapping around his arms, pulling them to his sides.

“W-Wait! Hold on!” he tried to protest, but the webs were too quick. In a matter of moments, Yasuhiro was suspended in the air, his body held tightly against a nearby tree, his arms trapped in the sticky webbing. His heart was still racing, but his struggle became more half-hearted. He wasn’t sure if it was the webbing or something else, but the moment {Y/N}'s touch lingered, the attraction was undeniable.

“Yasu…” she whispered again, and despite himself, Yasuhiro’s face flushed a deep shade of red. His head tilted slightly, unable to break free from the hazy daze she had cast on him.

Sanzu had been observing the whole situation with a mixture of amusement and wariness, but his expression shifted the moment he caught sight of {Y/N}’s attention turning towards him. His usual cocky grin turned into a more serious look, though the air around him seemed to crackle with a sort of heightened energy.

When she began approaching him, her six arms extending with a predatory grace, Sanzu’s instinct was to fight. He wasn’t a stranger to being in dangerous situations, but this—this was something entirely different. There was something magnetic about {Y/N}, her red eyes glowing in the dim light, her wings gently beating as she drew closer.

“Sanzu…” she purred, her voice sending a wave of heat through his chest. It wasn’t just her words—there was something almost intoxicating about the way she said his name.

Sanzu clenched his fists, trying to keep his cool. “I’m not one to just let myself get caught,” he muttered, but even as he said the words, he felt a pull, as if his body didn’t want to listen to him anymore. Her presence overwhelmed his senses, and before he could think twice, {Y/N} was already right in front of him, her hands sliding across his chest, pushing him back against a nearby tree.

“Get off!” he tried to push her away, but his body was already reacting against his will. Her touch was too soft, too overwhelming, and with every moment he spent near her, his resistance was weakening.

She didn’t seem to mind his protests. Her hands, now more insistent, reached up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and Sanzu could swear he saw a flicker of something playful in her expression. His own pulse was racing, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could push her away, her webs quickly snaked out, tying his arms and legs to the tree behind him. He struggled for a moment, but the strength in the webs far exceeded his own, and soon he was trapped, his body helpless against the pull of {Y/N}’s gaze.

“Sanzu…” she whispered once again, her voice dripping with something like a possessive sweetness. Her hands glided over his body as she stepped back to admire her work.

Sanzu, still pinned to the tree, couldn’t help but feel the heat rise to his face, his breath quickening. {Y/N}’s presence was undeniable, and despite himself, he was more than willing to stay, caught in her web, figuratively and literally.

Hovering high above the maze, {Y/N}’s wings beat slowly, her gaze traveling across the labyrinth she had created. Beneath her, everyone she had caught was woven carefully into her web, suspended in a mix of awe, bewilderment, and the undeniable pull of Mewberty’s lingering charm. Her red eyes glowed intensely as she scanned her work, a sense of satisfaction filling her as she looked over each webbed figure.

With a gentle murmur, almost like a purr, she floated from one section of the maze to another, her antennae twitching with a mixture of pride and instinct as she watched the captured figures of Yasuhiro and Sanzu, Takemichi and Hinata, and all the others—each cocooned and securely nestled into her webbing. Each of them had fallen under her enchanting, near-feral hunt, and now they watched her in a mix of nervousness and admiration.

But suddenly, her antennae perked up as if sensing something new in the air. Her wings beat faster, almost instinctively, as she felt an intense, unfamiliar pull from above. She tilted her head upward, her eyes fixed on the sky, the distant clouds swirling as though calling her.

The pull was irresistible. With one final look down at her maze and everyone within it, she stretched her wings wide and launched herself upward. The force of her ascent left a gust of wind that sent dust and webbing scattering across the maze. In an instant, she was gone, vanishing into the clouds high above, leaving only a faint trail of shimmering red stars in her wake.

Down below, the Tokyo Revengers gang was left in an uneasy silence, each of them still suspended in the webbing, their gazes lifted toward the sky where she had disappeared. Takemichi and Hinata exchanged nervous glances, while Mikey, even with his usual bravado, couldn’t hide the hint of tension in his eyes.

A few moments passed, the stillness stretching into what felt like an eternity. But then, softly at first, small, bright red stars began to drift down from the sky, floating and fluttering like delicate petals. They sparkled as they settled, landing on the ground and the webs alike. With each one that touched the maze, the webs holding everyone began to weaken slightly, the threads loosening just enough to allow for a bit of movement.

“Is she… coming back?” Draken murmured, his gaze still fixed upward.

Just as they began to wonder if she’d return at all, a powerful force ripped through the air. Without warning, {Y/N} came crashing down from the clouds, a streak of red and purple, plummeting straight into the heart of her maze. The impact sent shockwaves through the webbing, and the remnants of her cocoon exploded in all directions, the scattered stars settling around her like fallen snow.

For a moment, everything was still. Then, one by one, the trapped characters managed to pull themselves free from the loosened webs, untangling their limbs and helping each other down. There was a collective sigh of relief, along with a few laughs and knowing glances shared between them.

“Guess she wasn’t playing around, huh?” Sanzu muttered, dusting himself off as he and Yasuhiro freed themselves from the remaining webbing.

Once everyone was free, they began to make their way over to where she had landed. In the center of the scattered stars, partially buried under her fallen cocoon, lay {Y/N}—back to her usual self. Her purple skin was flushed, her hair was mussed, and her horns, solid and strong, were still. Her eyes, no longer glowing red, were closed, and she seemed almost peaceful, lying amidst the remnants of the Mewberty chaos she’d left in her wake.

Hinata and Emma were the first to approach, worry flickering across their faces as they looked down at her. The rest of the gang followed, a mixture of relief, curiosity, and even a hint of amusement as they surveyed the scene. After everything they’d been through, seeing her back to her usual self was both a comfort and a strange reminder of the wild chase they’d just experienced.

“Hey, is she alright?” Takemichi asked, voice tinged with concern as he leaned down, brushing a few of the fallen stars from her hair.

As they all gathered around, the reader began to stir, her eyes slowly blinking open as she looked up at them, disoriented and still partially covered in stars. It took her a moment to fully process the scene, and as she did, the faint blush on her cheeks deepened, realizing the aftermath of everything that had happened.

{Y/N} lets out a moan of pain as she sits up, her head spinning as she takes in her surroundings. Takemichi and Hinata are at her side in an instant, each of them reaching out to steady her with gentle hands on her back.

“Are you okay?” Takemichi asks, worry etched across his face.

“Yeah…” she mutters, blinking a few times to shake off the lingering dizziness. But then a faint buzzing catches her attention, a sound both familiar and thrilling. She pauses, realization dawning, and reaches up to pull her hair aside, her expression brightening as she catches sight of something just over her shoulder.

“Oh my gosh, my wings!” she exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement. “I actually have my Mewberty wings!”

She leans forward, her fingers brushing over the small, delicate wings that have appeared on her shoulder blades. They’re a miniature version of the butterfly-like wings she’d had in her transformed state, decorated with intricate red and black patterns. Despite their smaller size, they buzz lightly as they flutter, the sensation sending a giddy thrill through her.

The rest of the gang exchanges glances, sharing amused grins at her excitement. The wings, a permanent mark of her transition, will only continue to grow with time, and she’s well aware of it. But finally having them is a milestone she’d been looking forward to for ages. Her tail thumps the ground, the tufted tip kicking up red stars as she squeals softly.

“Looks like someone’s a little proud of herself,” Sanzu teases, crossing his arms as he raises an eyebrow. “All that hunting and webbing was just to show off these wings, huh?”

She feels her face flush, but she can’t quite hide her smile, still beaming with the excitement of finally having her Mewberty wings.

Mikey grins, his tone mischievous. “I don’t know… With the way she was chasing us all down, it felt less like a hunt and more like she was rounding us up for her own little harem.”

“Right?” Draken chimes in with a smirk. “And here I thought we were safe from being collected.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she was all over us!” Mitsuya adds, laughing. “Tell me, do you normally swoop down like that when you’re interested in someone?”

{Y/N}’s cheeks grow even redder, a groan escaping her as she buries her face in her hands. “You guys are the worst…”

“Oh, we’re the worst?” Smiley pipes up, barely containing his amusement. “Says the girl who had us dangling from trees! If I remember right, you practically tackled Mikey out of the air.”

“Hey!” Mikey says, feigning innocence as he glances her way. “What’s that about, huh? You got a thing for me or something?”

“I–I wasn’t in my right mind!” she protests, mortified. “It was all instinct!”

Chifuyu snickers, nudging her playfully. “Sure, but that doesn’t explain all the nuzzling and purring. We got a lot more than just your hunting instincts.”

“I bet she enjoyed every second,” Peh-yan chimes in with a smirk. “All that affection she couldn’t keep to herself…”

Emma laughs, leaning in closer to add, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how happy you looked stringing everyone up! Guess you finally had your chance to keep us all to yourself.”

She stammers, torn between the thrill of her new wings and the mortification of all the teasing. The group is relentless, playfully throwing comments her way, and every last bit of it only makes her cheeks burn brighter.

“Oh, come on!” she finally cries, though she can’t hide the smile creeping across her face. “It’s not like I had any control over it! And besides…” She looks back at her wings, a touch of pride softening her voice. “…I did end up with these, didn’t I?”

Takemichi laughs, shaking his head as he looks at her with a fond smile. “Well, I guess it was worth it then. But don’t think we’ll let you live this down anytime soon.”

As she looks around at them all—each one sporting their own mischievous grin—she knows he’s right. And despite herself, she can’t help but laugh along with them, the thrill of her new wings and the shared memory of her Mewberty lingering in her mind.

{Y/N} feels an odd, instinctual urge to stretch her new wings, and as she does, they buzz with a faint energy, lifting her just a few inches off the ground. She hovers there for a moment, still giddy from the experience. With a dismissive wave of her wand, the labyrinth around them shimmers and fades away, the walls melting back into the familiar surroundings of the Musashi Shrine.

But before she can fully enjoy the relief, the teasing resumes with renewed energy.

“So, was that, like, your way of confessing?” Draken asks, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous grin.

Mitsuya chuckles, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I mean, if you wanted to let us know you’re interested, there are better ways.”

She groans, face turning pink. “I didn’t mean it like that! I couldn’t control it!”

“Couldn’t control it, huh?” Sanzu tilts his head, feigning innocence. “You sure seemed to have a lot of affection to give… Purring and nuzzling everyone like that.”

{Y/N}’s face only grows hotter, her mind spinning as she stammers, “I-I… Look, it wasn't my fault! You were all over me!”

Takemichi and Mikey exchange a glance, bursting into laughter. “So that’s why every time someone got close, you practically covered them in webs?” Takemichi teases, still chuckling.

Emma leans over, giving her a playful nudge. “Don’t tell me you’re this shy after being so bold. You practically kissed Peh’s face off, after all!”

The flustered Mewman waves her hands, her cheeks blazing. “Th-that was just the Mewberty! I didn’t actually mean to—”

“Or did you?” Smiley chimes in, clearly enjoying watching her squirm and whine indignantly.

As their teasing intensifies, a strange feeling overtakes her—an odd, tingly sensation spreading through her limbs. The overwhelming embarrassment and flustered excitement seem to mix with something instinctual, and before she even realizes what’s happening, she starts to feel… smaller.

The whole world seems to expand around her, the ground rising, the nearby faces growing to enormous proportions. With a squeak of surprise, she realizes she’s shrunk down to barely the size of a mouse, her new wings fluttering wildly as she glances around in panic.

“What… what just happened?” Takemichi stares, bewildered, while Hinata gasps and leans in closer to get a better look.

“Oh my gosh, she’s tiny!” Emma laughs, kneeling down, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Look at her! She’s adorable like this.”

“No way,” Draken snickers. “The tough web-wielding queen of the maze reduced to this?” He chuckles, leaning down to get a closer look, only making her cheeks blaze with embarrassment.

{Y/N} tries to stammer a response, but it comes out as a high-pitched squeak, her tiny voice only making them laugh harder.

“Guess she’s more than just smitten with us, huh?” Smiley grins, reaching out a finger to gently poke at her tiny form, causing her to stumble back, blushing furiously. When she regains her footing, she huffs and stomps her foot, kicking dirt in his direction.

“This must be what her dad meant,” Mitsuya muses with a grin, watching her with a gleam in his eye. “Growing into her abilities, alright… or in this case, shrinking.”

Utterly flustered, {Y/N} just huffs and crosses her arms, her wings fluttering indignantly as the group gathers around, marveling at her miniaturized form. She knows they’ll never let her live this down—but despite everything, she can’t help but smile a little, even at this size.

{Y/N} takes a deep breath, focusing intently. She remembers her father's words, the breathing exercises he had taught her for grounding and control. With each slow, calming breath, she concentrates on her wings, feeling a tingling sensation spread through her shoulders. Slowly, her wings begin to grow and expand, their red hue deepening, until they’re fully formed and powerful enough to lift her with ease.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gives her wings a gentle buzz and flutters up, hovering around the towering figures of her friends. The tables have turned, and now it’s her turn to dish out a little payback.

She starts with Takemichi, floating close to his ear and whispering, “Remember how you looked when I caught you, Michi-Michi? All helpless and flustered~” Her voice is a playful, teasing purr. Takemichi’s face immediately flushes red, and he stammers, clearly caught off guard.

Next, she drifts over to Draken, giving him a coy smile. “And Draken… did you like how snug you looked wrapped up in my webs? You sure seemed right at home all bound...” she murmurs. Draken raises an eyebrow, attempting a cool expression, but there’s a faint blush creeping up his neck as he recalls the cocoon of silk that had pinned him tight.

Her teasing continues, flitting from person to person, and she even glances at Mikey with a smirk. “You tried so hard to fight me, Micky-Micky. But we both know who won in the end, don’t we?” she coos. Mikey shifts, a mix of amusement and something else glinting in his eyes as he watches her taunt the others.

She swoops around to Mitsuya and Chifuyu next, whispering in their ears about how flustered they’d been in her webs. As she does, she catches the flush spreading over their cheeks, their gazes growing a bit hazy as they recall the feeling of being wrapped up, helpless to her touch.

Her teasing even finds Sanzu and Angry, her tone dropping to a sultry whisper as she brings up each moment of their capture. "You didn’t try to escape, did you, Angry?" she murmurs near his ear, and he shivers, looking away to hide his reaction. When she flutters over to Sanzu, he raises an eyebrow, looking uncharacteristically bashful. "Guess we all know how that chase turned out,” she taunts.

Each reaction fuels her confidence, and her smile grows even wider. She’s enjoying this newfound control over her size, but even more, she’s savoring the rare sight of them flustered and a little off-balance. Her teasing doesn’t stop there—she lets her voice carry through the air, calling out sly remarks about how each of them had struggled and squirmed, completely at her mercy, back when she was in Mewberty form.

As she floats back and watches their reddening faces, the atmosphere shifts. It’s clear her taunts are having an effect beyond just flustering them—there’s a visible spark in the air, a tension building as her words and teasing touch stir something deeper in each of them. She can see it in their expressions, the way their gazes linger a little too long, their breaths hitching just slightly when she draws near.

And she’s not unaffected, either; she can feel her own pulse racing, cheeks heating up as she revels in her teasing. This playful game, the thrill of the chase, and the memory of having each of them tangled up in her webs have her feeling exhilarated.

Hovering above, she gives them a final, teasing look, daring anyone to respond. And for a moment, the group stands there, captivated by her playful, bold energy, unsure of what might happen next.

As she's savoring her playful teasing, a sudden, firm grip catches her midair, and she gasps. Her wings instinctively flutter in surprise as she’s pulled down, her eyes widening when she realizes it's Mikey who’s caught her. His gaze is intense, a slight smirk on his lips, and there’s an unspoken challenge in his eyes.

“Oh, so Micky-Micky wants to join the fun too?” she murmurs, trying to keep her tone light, but his grip and expression tell her he’s not just playing along.

“You think you’re pretty clever, huh?” he replies, voice low, a mixture of frustration and intrigue lacing his words. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes as he holds her securely, his hand steady but firm, keeping her from flitting away again.

“Well,” she teases, “I did get all of you blushy-blushy and bound, didn’t I?” She winks, though there’s a flutter of nerves now as she realizes she may have provoked him a bit too much.

Mikey’s hold shifts, pulling her closer until they’re eye-to-eye, his expression unwavering. “You really think you’re getting away with all this sass after what you put us through?” His voice has dropped to a murmur, just for her, and the proximity sends a shiver down her spine. She’s suddenly very aware of the intensity of his gaze and the way his hand has her anchored in place.

“Oh, Mikey…” she begins, feeling a warmth rise to her cheeks as her tail begins to wag. But before she can finish, he leans in slightly, his smirk widening.

“Good luck trying to escape this time,” he says with a wink, catching her off guard, as he squeezes her tigher.

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Star Boy" ~ B. Hargrove

Summary: When Billy and Reader go for a late-night drive, the stars are just too beautiful to not stop and gaze at them.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader (R wears a skirt though)

Word Count: 1,043

Content Warnings: a mild sexual joke, i think that's it? unless you count Billy being very out of character lol

Extra Notes: this is kind of rushed because i simply don't know to write a Billy fic lol, i hope you guys enjoy regardless of my crappy writing!

Originally Written: 10/24/2023 through 10/25/2023

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The windows were down and the radio was cranked up, the cool October breeze surrounding you like the perfect weighted blanket.

Billy's left hand was settled on the steering wheel, the other placed affectionately in yours. He hummed along to the AC/DC track playing in the stereo, a sound that was, quite literally, music to your ears. You'd always told him he should join a band, but he simply insisted that he didn't want to, since you were the only girl he wanted fawning over him.

His fingers tapped against the leather of the steering wheel, the noise bringing a strange sense of comfort to you. It was truly nights like these that you lived for. No matter how many late night drives you and Billy went on, no matter how many ten p.m. trips to 7-Eleven you took together, you'd truly never get your fill.

Billy spoke up abruptly, breaking you from your thoughts as you watched the passing trees. "You wanna do something fun and a little bit illegal?"

You raised an inquisitive brow in his direction. "Are you trying to get Neil to kill me or you?" you questioned, though internally curious about where this was going.

"Don't worry about him. If we play our cards right, he'll never know," he said. He lifted your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle—and somewhat persuasive—kiss over the soft skin of your knuckles.

It didn't take much to have you agreeing, and soon, he'd whipped the car in a different direction, heading toward what you could only assume was the middle of nowhere, given the sheer amount of trees surrounding the vehicle.

A few minutes later, he was putting the car in park and hopping out, jogging over to your side to grab the door. Once again, Billy was taking your hand in his, this time leading you over to what appeared to be a tall, white fence. The moonlight sparkled along the wood and on the fresh green grass, and you soon realized exactly where he was leading you.

"Why are we at the country club?" you whispered, almost anticipating for someone to catch you.

"You'll see," he simply answered before his hands were distracting you, grabbing you by the waist. "Come here, I'll give you a boost up."

"As long as you don't try to look up my skirt," you scolded, a defensive finger pointing at his face.

"I would only look up your skirt if I was given proper consent first."

You mumbled something sarcastic about him clearly being a gentleman before he was hoisting you up on his shoulders. Billy practically tossed you over the fence like a sack of potatoes, leaving you to wonder just how many pounds he was bench pressing at the gym.

The sight on the other side of the fence had you nearly in tears. A blanket was spread across the luscious grass, the moon shining on the lake beside it. Pillows and unlit candles surrounded the area, and your heart flipped at the sight. "Billy," you simply said, a thousand emotions hidden in the word.

"Do you like it?" he asked, joining you behind the fence.

"I love it," you smiled through teary eyes. You all but pulled him toward the blanket, though you were internally curious as to why he was being so romantic all of a sudden.

He moved around a couple of the pillows to make the space more comfy for the both of you, instructing you to lie back on the cushions. "I thought we could go stargazing. You've always told me you wanted to see a shooting star. Air's supposed to be clearer on this side of town."

And so, the two of you lay back on the blanket, your hand in his as he began to point out various constellations and shapes. Though, the beauty of the Big Dipper had nothing on the sparkle in Billy's eyes as he explained the stars to you.

The two of you examined each speck of light for hours, conversation barely ceasing as Billy pointed out every detail of Orion's Belt, every line of Andromeda. Your heart warmed at the sight, remembering how hard of a time he'd had adjusting to his cross-country move. Now, he'd found something about Hawkins that made him happy, and your heart swooned at that.

"Promise me something, Billy?" you said suddenly, rubbing soft lines on the back of his hands where your fingers met.

He turned to face you, messy curls framing his face as the moon shone down on those cerulean eyes you'd fallen in love with. "What's that?"

"Never lose that sparkle you have when you talk about this stuff?"

He snickered before pulling you up for a kiss, the taste of cherry slushie prominent on both of your mouths. "Don't go sappy on me now."

"I can't help it," you huffed in amusement. "You bring it out of me. You're like a puppy or something. I can't help but find you adorable."

His eyes narrowed in on you, clearly not amused at your words. "I don't know what they put in your slushie, but I think you need your eyes checked because I am not as cute as a puppy."

"You keep telling yourself that, you big golden retriever in black cat's clothing," you said, eliciting another deep chuckle from the man. "You still haven't promised, by the way."

In one swift motion, he was grabbing your body and pulling you down on him, eyes filled with love as he looked up at your squealing form. "I promise."

"You have to say the whole thing."

Billy held up a finger, drawing a 't' shape over the pocket of his tee shirt. "I, William Neil Hargrove, will never lose my sparkle. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Now, was that so hard?" you giggled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Yes, it was," he grumbled. "But I love you, so savor it because I'm not doing it again."

You rested your head on his hard chest, his scent and feel enveloping you like a bubble, made to keep away anyone or anything else from just the two of you. "I suppose I'll take it, star boy."

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Unspoken Attraction CL16

Here is the second chapter already :) Let me know what you think of this story so far !

Chapter 2: A Familiar Stranger 

The sun blazed down on the F1 paddock as fans and media buzzed around like bees in a hive. It was Y/N’s first time attending a Grand Prix in years, and the experience was as overwhelming as she had imagined. The roar of engines, the smell of fuel and rubber, and the sea of people moving through the paddock—it was all new territory for her. 

Y/N tugged nervously at the edge of her white blouse, the cool fabric doing little to shield her from the heat. She was on a break from her studies in Paris, and Pierre had been insistent that she attend this race to unwind. But as much as she adored her brother, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t quite belong here. She felt out of place amid the glamorous drivers, team personnel, and impeccably dressed guests.

 

Thankfully, Pierre had been by her side most of the morning, guiding her through the chaos. He introduced her to his team at Alpine, showing her around the garage and explaining some of the intricate details of the car. Though she didn’t understand much of it, she enjoyed seeing Pierre in his element. He was animated, confident, and happy—qualities she loved seeing in her big brother. 

But as the day wore on, the crowd grew thicker, and somewhere along the way, she lost him. 

Y/N stood in the middle of the paddock, her heart starting to pound. She spun around, searching for Pierre’s familiar figure in the sea of team colors and sponsor logos. He was nowhere to be seen. Her chest tightened as the realization hit her: she was alone. Completely alone in a place where she barely knew anyone. 

Panic started to creep in. She pulled out her phone and tried to call Pierre, but the call wouldn’t connect. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but the noise and commotion only made it harder. 

“Y/N?” 

The voice was warm, familiar, and calming. She turned around quickly to see Charles Leclerc standing a few steps away, his Ferrari race suit tied around his waist over his fireproof shirt. His green eyes met hers with concern, softening the sharp features of his face. 

“Charles,” she breathed, relief washing over her. “Oh, thank God. I… I lost Pierre, and I don’t know where I’m supposed to be.” 

Charles stepped closer, his brows furrowed in worry. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, alright? You’re not alone now.” 

His voice was soothing, and it helped ease the panic that had gripped her moments ago. She took a shaky breath, nodding. 

“Sorry,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not really used to all this. I feel so out of place.” 

Charles smiled, his expression softening further. “You don’t need to apologize. It can be a bit much, especially if you’re not here often.” He gestured around them. “Come on, let’s find somewhere quieter. I’ll help you find Pierre after.” 

Y/N hesitated for a moment but nodded. Charles reached out, placing a gentle hand on her lower back to guide her through the bustling paddock. The warmth of his touch sent a small shiver up her spine, and she silently hoped he didn’t notice. 

Charles led her to a quieter corner near the Ferrari motorhome, where the noise of the paddock was slightly muffled. They found a small bench shaded by an overhang, and Y/N let out a relieved sigh as she sat down. 

“Thank you, Charles.” 

“Anytime,” he replied, his voice sincere. He studied her for a moment, noticing the way her shoulders relaxed as she looked out at the bustling paddock. There was something about her that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put into words. 

As the silence stretched between them, Charles found himself speaking without fully thinking. “It’s strange, isn’t it?” 

Y/N turned to him, tilting her head slightly. “What is?” 

He smiled, his lips quirking up in that boyish way she remembered from years ago. “Seeing you here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a race like this before.” 

She laughed softly. “That’s because I’m never at these things. I’ve been so busy with school, and, well… it’s not really my world.I feel like such an idiot,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t belong here.” 

Charles’s lips quirked into a soft smile, and he shook his head. “Don’t say that. You absolutely belong here.” 

She looked up at him, her brow furrowed in doubt. “I don’t even know what half these people are doing.” 

“That just means you’re smarter than the rest of us,” he teased, a glint of humor in his eyes. “I bet you’re every day life is about thinking of complicated medical things while the rest of us are just trying to figure out how to go faster.” 

Y/N laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Is that your way of saying you’re all just big kids playing with fast toys?” 

Charles grinned. “Pretty much. But we’re very serious about our toys.” 

She rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. The tension in her shoulders eased as Charles gestured toward a quieter corner near the Ferrari motorhome. 

“Do you feel better now ?” he asked, glancing at her. 

“Much,” she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks for rescuing me.” 

He shrugged, his lips curving into that easy smile that seemed to disarm everyone. “Anytime. It’s kind of my thing.” 

“Oh? Rescuing damsels in distress?” she teased. 

“Only the ones who look completely lost and panicked in the middle of the paddock,” he shot back, his tone playful. “Lucky for you, you looked just the right amount of distressed.” 

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.” 

“Maybe,” Charles replied, leaning forward slightly. “But I made you laugh, didn’t I?” 

She met his gaze, her smile faltering for just a moment as she caught the way he was looking at her. His eyes lingered on her, softer now, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken. 

For Charles, this moment was as unexpected as it was dangerous. He’d seen Y/N from afar earlier in the day, and even then, she’d caught his attention in a way that startled him. She wasn’t the awkward teenager he remembered, trailing after him and Pierre with wide-eyed curiosity. She was… radiant. Her smile, her laugh, the way she moved—it all drew him in, like gravity. 

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. She was Pierre’s little sister. Practically family. And yet, sitting here with her, watching the sunlight dance across her features, he couldn’t help but think she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. 

He's off limits, he reminded himself, but the thought felt flimsy, half-hearted. Because the truth was, he didn’t want to look away. 

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “What happens now? Are you going to charm me into forgetting I lost my brother?” 

Charles smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. “That depends. Is it working?” 

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “What exactly are you trying to charm me into?” 

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer, more teasing tone. “I don’t know. Maybe sticking around a little longer. Letting me make you laugh again.” 

Y/N felt her cheeks heat under his gaze. “You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?” 

“Maybe,” he admitted, his smile turning crooked. “But can you blame me?” 

The words hung in the air between them, and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. There was something in the way he was looking at her, something that felt heavier than just casual flirtation.  

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “What do you do when you’re not driving at 300 kilometers per hour? Do you just sit around and charm everyone with that Ferrari smile?” 

Charles grinned, leaning forward slightly. “You think my smile is charming?” 

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his directness. “I—uh, I mean, it’s not bad,” she stammered, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. 

Charles laughed, his voice low and warm. “Not bad, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You’re impossible.” 

“And you’re fun to tease,” Charles replied, his voice softening slightly. His smile faded just a fraction as he added, “It’s nice to see you like this, Y/N. I mean it.” 

She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. “It’s nice to see you too, Charles. But this feels… weird. Being here with you. Without Pierre.” 

Charles’s expression grew thoughtful, but he didn’t look away. “Yeah, it is weird. But… I don’t mind it.” 

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly at the way he was looking at her, as if she were the only person in the world. She knew this was dangerous—knew that Pierre would never approve—but she couldn’t deny the pull between them. 

Charles leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do you?” 

Her heart raced as she met his gaze, unable to look away. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “But I don’t think I mind it either.” 

Charles’s lips curved into a small smile, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. All that mattered was the unspoken connection between them—a connection neither of them could ignore. 

[little-diable]

Insanity - Dean Winchester (smut)

What can I say, I just love Dean. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader are trapped in a church, moments of silence that force them to finally close that lingering gap between them; or: Childhood friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+, smut (p in v), oral (m), making out in a church, car sex, friends to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.9k words)

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“Are you insane?” She drew in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering close as she rested her head against the wooden bench of the church. “Why am I even asking that, of course you are, you Winchesters all are.” 

“We both know you love the adventure, sweetheart, no need to lie to yourself.” Their eyes met, chests heavily rising and falling as they hid away in the church, praying that they’ll be able to catch their breaths for a moment or two. “Come here.”

Dean’s hand found her waist, pulling (y/n) closer to wrap his arm around her. He could read her as if he was the one feeling her every emotion. She had been scared; not about the demon both were currently hiding from – even though Dean wouldn’t call it hiding himself, more like catching a break; not about being hurt in this very hunt; no, hearing the pained groan rumbling through Dean, worrying that he had been hurt, had left her heart racing in her chest. 

“I’m okay.” He whispered the words against her forehead, hand comfortingly stroking up and down her side. There was something between them both couldn’t put into words to express what they were feeling, something neither Dean nor (y/n) had experienced in a long time. They had crossed paths as mere teenagers, bound together by their eternal fate: carrying the legacy of their families. Ever since then the two had been inseparable, not daring to leave one another's side. But not once had they acted upon whatever was crackling in the atmosphere whenever they were close. 

“I know, it’s just,” the words were hanging in the air, sentence left unfinished as Dean’s hand found her chin, forcing (y/n) to get lost in the green eyes reminding one of a forest, basking in the heat of a calm summer afternoon. A heat threatening to burn through her system if she wasn’t able to pull away quick enough. 

“I’m not leaving you, not now or ever, I promise. I’m right here.” She wasn’t sure why she was freaking out, it wasn’t the first time Dean had been hurt in a hunt – and certainly wouldn’t be the last time either – and yet her heart wouldn’t stop racing. Fuck, she needed to get a grip, focusing on the situation they were stuck in, trapped in a dark church in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

“Don’t promise me that, you know it doesn’t work like that.” A raspy chuckle bubbled out of Dean, gaze flickering down to her lips – just for a moment; a moment of weakness; a moment of distraction. Dean felt himself moving before his brain could catch up with his body, screaming at him to pull away, to stay away from the invisible line he had been wanting to cross for years on end. He had always tried to put their friendship first, not daring to even think about losing her in the process of admitting his feelings, preferring to suffer with the love that grew exponentially. 

The kiss was soft, unlike any kisses Dean had ever shared before, it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t filled with lust – at least not yet – guided by his racing heart. Her breath hitched in her chest, unable to pull away as she got lost in the unfamiliar touch, a touch she had been dreaming of since she had first met Dean, wondering about those soft lips. 

Her hands found their way to his hair, clinging to the hunter that pulled her into his lap, no longer focusing on their hunt, on the danger lingering outside of the holy ground. Dean’s tongue begged for entrance, unable to bite down the groan rumbling through him as she parted her lips for him. 

“Fuck, Dean,” her words vibrated on his lips, drawing yet another chuckle from him. His eyes were twinkling, though the green was no longer soft and clear, no longer reminding her of the calmness lingering in a forest, no, a storm was clashing through the evening, a storm so heavy she’d have no choice but give into the strong force. “We need to get out of here.”

“On three?”

“You’re staring.” Dean murmured his words, lips pulled into a smirk as he kept watching the road ahead. She had her face tilted towards him, not daring to stop admiring the man she had kissed about an hour ago. Both were still running on the adrenaline thumping through their veins, grateful that they had managed to get rid of the demon – spurred on by the need to spend more time together, alone without anything or anyone to disturb them near. 

“Mhm, maybe I am.” She placed her hand on his thigh, needing to feel him close, no longer able to keep her distance. Dean undoubtedly grew tense, jaw clenched, tongue stroking along his lower lip to at least try to keep his focus on the road ahead. He was burning for her touch, had tasted her and could no longer stop thinking about the things he wanted to do to her, fuck, he had wanted to take her right there in the church, giving into the inappropriateness of the situation. 

“If you move any higher I’ll stop the car and fuck you senseless right here, I hope you know that, sweetheart.” Dean’s murmurs left her gasping, not expecting the filthy words to roll off his tongue like that. She needed a few moments to reply, eyes flickering to the dark road ahead, pondering over his words as if he had offered her a deal her life depended on. 

And maybe it did, maybe the next moments would decide over the path the two could walk together from this day on. 

“I’m willing to take the risk.” Her fingertips grazed over the fabric of his jeans, feeling his cock growing harder beneath her touch. Dean grasped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles growing white as he kept driving, not slowing down just yet. Perhaps he was testing her, doubting that she’d go ahead and try to suck him off while he was driving; but she was determined, set on feeling every part of his body. 

It took her a few moments to undo his jeans, biting down the proud smirk tugging on her lips as Dean groaned for her, unable to hold back the sounds threatening to claw through him. He raised his hips, allowing her to fully free his cock, successfully managing to wrap her slightly trembling hand around him. Only the sounds of the radio kept echoing through Baby, though the music wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sounds the two produced, filthy sounds only for the two of them to focus on. 

Without a warning she moved closer, lips parted to swallow him down. The back of her throat was burning, struggling to take all of him as she gagged, eyes growing watery within seconds. He felt heavy against her tongue, resting comfortably in her mouth, not daring to pull away from the without doubt best blowjob Dean had ever received. 

“Eyes on the road, Winchester.” Her teasing momentarily ripped through the tense atmosphere, eyes meeting his stormy ones before she took him back into her mouth. (Y/n) felt the car slow down, eventually coming to a halt on the side of the road. No longer did he look away, eyes focused on her, the bobbing motion of her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks, the saliva coating his cock. A filthy mess he desperately wanted to take a picture of, forever his to remember. 

“Fuck, stop.” Dean tugged her off his cock, not wanting to give into his orgasm just yet. Their lips met for a sloppy kiss, sharing the emotions their words couldn’t manage to express. “Get in the back.” 

Quietly she followed the command, stepping out into the cold night only to find her way to the backseat, watching him tug himself back into his jeans for a second as he followed her. Carefully he placed her against the leather seat, towering over her as if he was the devil himself. He’d make her suffer, though not with pain, no, with something by far simpler, a sensation only those willing to take the risk would experience. Lust.

“I got you.” Dean’s lips moved down her throat, watching goosebumps rise on her skin, hearing the sound of her heart growing louder, feeling her growing tense beneath him. He helped her out of her trousers and panties, desperate for more access to her heat. She was dripping, begging for his cock as if he was the drug she was addicted to, a feeling so simple her mind had a hard time processing it. 

“You can do that later, just fuck me, Dean.” If he hadn't been this desperate to touch her, he’d probably tease her for being this impatient, for begging him to fuck her till she forgot her own name, but Dean was just as impatient, needing to feel her wrapped around his cock even if this was the last thing he’d do on this godforsaken earth. 

She watched him roll a condom down his cock, eyes flickering back up to meet hers before he pushed into her tightness, groaning into the crook of her neck. Fuck, this is what heaven must feel like, no, scratch that, this is what the darkest corner of hell must feel like:  Dean knew that he no longer could escape her, forever trapped in her spell, there was no escaping. 

With one hand finding the leather of the seats and the other placed on her waist, Dean fucked her into the seat, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness with every thrust. The moments kept dragging on, time had lost its meaning for the two lovers that searched their closeness with the way their bodies kept meeting. Bound together by memories, moments lived through together and the desperate need to stay like that till the sun would rise above the horizon. 

“Mhm, you feel so good, fuck sweetheart, you’re making me suffer.” His words were nothing more than a whisper, a sound so sweet (y/n) felt herself falling for him once again. She pulled him in for a kiss, walls clamping down on his cock as he fucked her closer to the edge. Her vision was blurred, unable to focus as her emotions wrecked through her, set on leading her off the path she had been walking, no longer one with the independent self she had once been. 

“Let go, it’s alright.” His name rumbled through her as (y/n) came around his cock. She had her eyes squeezed shut, heavily breathing as the sensation burned through her, not daring to let go of her just yet. Dean followed her moments later, spilling into the condom with a groan clawing through him, clearly communicating the desperation he felt. 

Neither Dean nor (y/n) dared to let go just yet, clinging to one another as the realisation slowly but surely began to settle in. Insanity had finally caught up with her, an insanity she could only share with Dean.

[yournaothings]

Shattered

((Ahem. A short story of human being saved by what they assumed was an angel; only to witness that this so called "angel" was anything but that. *No warnings, I don't think. Talk about Oc's universe/home being destroyed. Hopelessness, feeling of loss, comfort, then betrayal.

I did my best for Shattered Dream, like I had said in a previous post, I don't know much about him. I read the fandom wiki's to kind of help me out. So, possible OOC for him. Probably ooc for him. heh...

The story was inspired by lyrics from "Unbecoming" by Starset.

You found me drifted out to sea

It's automatic

It's telepathic, you always knew me

And you laugh as I search for a harbor

As you point where your halo had been

But the light in your eyes has been squandered

There's no angel in you in the end

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"I hope you find your room to your liking. Good night, my starlight."

The room? It was more than I had expected. The large bed was comfortable, covered with silk sheets and a cozy warm comforter. The amount of pillows outnumbered the ones I had on my own bed at home. The rest of the room was very spacious, lined with a wardrobe, a vanity, a body length mirror, a bench that sat at the end of my bed, and in the wall in the middle of the room was a fireplace with a fire burning bright and warm. 

The castle was cold and dark when Dream led me to my room. The only light was from the burning torches that sat high up on their holders on the walls. The light from the flames gave the environment a gothic and almost creepy feel to the halls. The fireplace in my room was a comfort for sure. The light from the flames of my fireplace was perfect, as well as the candle lights that sat all around the room. Even the connected bathroom had candle lights burning. 

Being here made me feel like royalty. A better feeling than what had had only hours ago when I found myself without a home-

That's right. I no longer have a home. What did Dream say? My universe was destroyed and somehow, miraculously I survived and was thrown into the anti-void? The dull room? Plains? Whatever you want to call the boring, blinding place that is the "anti-void."  

I was lost. Walking for hours, I think? I couldn't keep track of time. I didn't even know if it was day or night! My body was exhausted by the time Dream found me. I was lost, and so worn down that I had thought he was a hallucination. But then, he came to me as if he were an angel sent from above! Even though he was a skeleton.

His gloved hand held out while he gave me a brilliant, calming smile. His eyes are pretty gold, as was the circlet he wears on his head. His clothing made him look like an angel of sorts, though they didn't billow like you would see in the movies. But, the yellows were so vibrant, and the green or turquoise bordered the tunic he wore.  The black under armor? Or maybe it was compression wear? Whatever it was, it was the perfect look for his outfit, making him look so regal. 

I hadn't realized I was on my knees when he found me, dried tears caked to my face. When did I start to cry? It had to have been while I was aimlessly walking about the empty void. With hesitation, I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet, and oh, his voice was so majestic, so imposing. 

"There, there. No more crying." 

He settled my nerves, my sadness, my anxiety. He told me how he watched me break free from the destruction of my home and fell here. 

"I'm sorry it took me so long to find you. Now that I have you, will you allow me to help you?" 

I couldn't say no. Not when I had nowhere to go and no home to go back to. Going with him was the safest for me, the only way for me to get out of here. 

"My name is Dream." 

"Are you a guardian angel?" 

He laughed softly at my question, his free hand gently covering his teeth, as if to hide his laughter. His pretty gold eyes shifted to look at me.  

"Is that what you think I am?" 

I nodded; of course I thought he was an angel! He saved me! His only response was a soft pleased hum as he guided me through a strange portal. 

I slept so soundly throughout the night. 

I felt so safe. Not even my nightmares could get to me. It was like Dream was protecting me physically and mentally. I knew I could stay here forever, or for as long as Dream allows me to stay. Somehow, I had to repay him for his kindness.

If only I had thought better of the situation when I had met Dream.

The next few days (at least I think it's been days) went by without a hitch. Dream continued to help me out. He conjured up new clothes for me- he must have gone out and bought them! Another thing on my list of things I needed to repay Dream for. The food was very delicious, and his company was soothing. We talked. (I talked to him, Dream listened.)  We got to know each other! (Dream got to know my personality, my likes, my dislikes. My comforts and my fears.)  Everything seemed to be going well, and I was so happy about it! 

"How would you like to live with me?" 

Dream finally asked, his elbows were propped up on the dining table and with his fists clenched, his chin rested on top of them. His grin was lazy, relaxed. His eyes were unreadable, but I didn't notice. I perked up and I could feel my lips widening into a grin.  

"I would love to! I really like it here!" 

Dream chuckled and leaned back in his seat. "Wonderful. I must throw a welcome party for you." 

I raised an eyebrow as I finished my breakfast. "A party? You don't have to do that." 

"Oh, but of course!" Dream said with enthusiasm! He stood from his seat and started to walk towards the doorway leading out of the dining room and into the kitchen. I grabbed my now empty dishes and followed after him. It would be rather rude to just leave them on the table! As I walk into the kitchen, fully intending on washing my own dishes, I paused and my grin faltered. 

Dream walked over to three skeletons who looked oddly similar to Dream. I paused as I looked at each of them and frowned. 

"What's going on?" 

Dream turned to face me as he stood in between the grinning skeletons. His hands slipped behind his back and hooked together as he stood in a perfect, regal stance. His friendly grin was gone and was replaced with something more sinister looking. As my own grin fell, the skeletons' grins widened. 

"We're going to throw a party for you, remember?" 

I glanced at each skeleton, then at Dream. 

"These are your friends?"

"you sure did pick a stupid one, shattered!"  The one skeleton with what looked like a wriggling target on his front spoke with a snarky tone. 

Dream hummed with amusement as he seemed to take great joy in my discomfort. 

"A naive human, yes. But, they are perfect for what I have planned." 

As he spoke, Dream's body shifted into something more grotesque, terrifying so. His body leaked with what resembled black tar that continuously dripped from his body. His left eye socket was covered by his goopy tar, and the right socket remained the pretty gold color I grew to love. I choked on a gasp when from his back four tendrils protruded out and hovered and wiggled behind him. 

He pointed to his head, a sickening amused grin widening as his one good eye socket widened in mirth.  

"Still think I'm an angel? There was never a halo, pet." 

His once majestic voice was gone and replaced with something so dark and frightening. He was a nightmare. 

"You tricked me. Into doing what exactly?" 

I was hurt, betrayed. I thought he was my friend. I thought he was my savior. 

"Anything that I desire of you."

"But, why?" 

"Why do you think, pet? A lost soul in the anti-void? You should consider yourself lucky that I found you and not Error." 

"I don't know who that is." I shook my head. It was then I felt myself trembling in fear. The dishes were still held tightly in my hands. 

"Oh, you'll meet him eventually; and when you do, you can thank him for destroying your home." 

My eyes slowly widened as he said this. 

"H-He's one of your friends?" Dream's laugh was my answer.  "Dream- why?" 

"hehe! they're still calling you by that name?" 

"his name... is shattered." 

"you should be thankful he saved you." 

"Heh. I suppose I should give introductions. These will be your friends. Killer, Dust, and Horror." 

Drea- Shattered gestured to each skeleton. Killer was the one with the wiggling target, the black tears streamed down  his cheekbones and stained his bones. Dust was the one with the mismatched eyes. Blue was what made up the middle, while the red bordered it. I could barely make out his grin. He wore a torn scarf around his neck. And finally, Horror was the big guy with a huge crater on top of his skull. A massive head wound and just below that was one large, nightmarish eye light. His clothing, much like the other two's clothing choice, was torn and bloodied. Horror was the perfect name for him. 

I moved without thinking. My dishes fell from my grasp as I turned to run. Where the hell was I going to go? I never left the castle. I didn't even know where this castle was! But, the safest place I knew of at that moment was my bedroom. 

"want me to chase after them?" Killer grinned as he summoned his knife.

"i can chop... off their feet." Horror snickered. 

Dust grunted in disgust. No way was he running after that human, unless Shattered asked for him to do so.

"No. Let them run. There's nowhere to go. I will always know where they are from now on." 

Shattered's laughter echoed through the halls, reaching the ears of the panicked human who was now a prisoner to Shattered Dream and his team of Bad Sanses. 

[juyomiao]

Only ONE - sung hanbin x gn!reader

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09 ☆ (in)direct kiss

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chapter warnings: joking implications of killing someone , written part isn't proof read n very dialogue heavy

written part under the cut (749 words)

you're considering turning around and making a stop at chaehyun's house to make her regret whatever she planned – maybe include taerae in it too since he's clearly her accomplice in all of this. seriously, what on god's green earth were they thinking?

keyword, considering.

something is telling you this is an opportunity you can't pass on, it's now or never, and the way hanbin looks up from his phone and directly at you almost at the same time as you do is the confirmation you needed.

you don't know where all your insecurities about your feelings not being reciprocated went, but as you walk up to him you find out you it doesn't feel bad, being confident about hanbin feeling the same for once.

"hi," no, nevermind, there goes all your confidence, disappeared into thin air once you make eye contact with hanbin.

"hi, yn," he smiles, the same way he always does, but for some reason it feels different "so i guess we both got caught up in whatever our friends planned?"

"i guess, yeah," a few seconds of awkward silence pass. you have to save this conversation before it ends up where all the conversations between you two end up: nowhere. "so? what do you want to do?"

"well, i was supposed to meet up with hao, but we didn't really have any plans on what exactly to do… i guess the same was with you and chaehyun?" you nod "that mother fucker, once i get her i'm going to- sorry, that's not the point, i always get sidetracked…"

"that's why i like you,"

your eyes widen. did you hear that right?

"what?" hanbin seems as confused as you "what?"

oh, so he didn't actually say that. you're hallucinating too, now? chaehyun gave you the number of that psychiatrist, maybe you should contact them…

"nothing, i thought you said something. do you want to get ice cream?" it's the first idea that comes to your mind, you don't even mentally beat yourself up for how lame it is, anything is fine as long as you stop standing there.

surprisingly, almost all the awkwardness between you two slowly goes away. spending time with hanbin outside of school and your student council duties is fun, time goes by quickly, and before you know it you've already bought your ice cream and sat down on a bench nearby.

"what flavor did you get?" hanbin asks.

"strawberry," it's pretty obvious, the vibrant (and a bit too artificial) pink of the ice cream should give it away easily, why would he even ask?

"can i try it?" you nod your head, standing up "i'll go ask if they have one of those stupid plastic spoons they have at ice cream places,"

"why?"

"uh, i mean, unless you want us to indirectly kiss or something, that's our only option,"

"mh… right, we should probably avoid indirect kisses..." before you can start walking away, he grabs your wrist, making you sit down again. "hanbin what��?"

"how about a direct kiss instead?"

okay now you've completely gone insane. there's no way in hell sung hanbin, your lifelong crush sung hanbin just said he wants to kiss you. no way.

"yn?" then why is he looking at you like he's waiting for an answer?

you know what, fuck it. maybe you're delusional, maybe you're hallucinating, maybe it's a dream. you're still not missing the opportunity to kiss someone you've had a crush on since middle school.

"yeah, a direct kiss sounds great, actually."

all the times hanbin has taken your breath away metaphorically, with something he did or said, could never compare to this one.

"so you like me too?"

"no, i just kissed you for shits and giggles," you roll your eyes "of course! i've liked you since you gave me a pencil when we were twelve!"

"oh," well, now he's going to think you're some kind of creep, great job yn! "well, that's nice. since i did that because i liked you,"

"wait, you liked me before i liked you?"

"i mean, i didn't know you had feelings for me until… today, actually. on that note," he takes his phone out of his pocket "do you know why chaehyun told me, and i quote, 'if you keep up this search for yn's crush you're going to get your feelings hurt'?"

you make a mental note to still take that detour to chae's house on your way home.

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☆ note: RAHHHHH THEY KISSED WE CHEERED . why does hanbin kind of have w rizz now what happened . btw this is almost as long as the ricky one shot but instead of taking me 3 weeks to write this took me 30 minutes . worms in the brain fr . btw yes i accidentally posted this while editing the draft🧍

☆ SYNOPSIS: sung hanbin is everyone's dream guy: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality, he has it all. he's even class AND student council president! everyone loves him, and you, as his vice-president, are no exception to that. having been in love with him since you were 12, you try to tone down your feelings "for the sake of professionalism" and claim it's simple admiration for someone who objectively has no flaws. but there is one small detail you missed, in all these years admiring him: he has an even bigger crush on you.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Mombi x AFAB!Apprentice!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: Potion goes wrong. Its called trial and error.

Warning: Sex pollen trope (So dub con), older woman/younger person, degradation, lesbian smut.

Mombi's lips were thin, and rough from years of neglect, but you liked them. When she pulled away from the kiss, you reached for her and drew the old hag back to you; dipping your tongue into her mouth and tasting her. Kissing her so deeply it was indecent. Good thing you were alone in this little hut you shared in the middle of nowhere.

Its unclear why all of a sudden you were kissing. You disliked each other; unappreciated mentor and overworked apprentice. But spell went bad, you think. You were arguing with her, you remember, so you missed an ingredient, or you put the wrong on in. The potion turned red instead of orange.

Then the bony old witch kissed you.

Now all you can think about is her. And the boiling hot burn all over your skin like a rash spreading all over, festering and aching-- for her.

The taste of her tongue was amazing, levelling the heat a little bit. It was a start. But you needed more.

Mombi was already on it, though, pulling up your skirts in her thin, scarred hands, growling when it took a moment too long, until she could reach your dripping, aching pussy. No one had ever touched that part of you, except you, but you lean back on the work bench and part your legs wider for all-too-easily. At this point you know that potion was doing this, but don't care.

Since you spent your first night here with Mombi, and you recognised the lecherous eyes she looked at you with, you wondered what it would be like if she wanted you. If she took advantage of you. She always talked about it, shameless and crude. Saying maybe one day you'll wake up to your little dumb pussy filled with her green fingers if you don't behave- maybe even if you did. Telling you your ass looked cute while you worked in the yard. Asked you if you'd ever licked a pussy before- even just thought about it? She never moved to touch you, she seemed just to have fun playing with you like a horrible, mean, cat, but there is nothing remotely playful about her right now.

Her fingers plunge into your throbbing cunt without delay, without teasing. She's immediately dripping with your slick. "You're liking this, aren't you?" She snaps, a sneer in her voice directly in your ear. "Did you bungle that potion on purpose?? Did you want me to do this to you? I hear you by the fireplace at night, you know. When you think I'm asleep. Little witch, I may not have my powers anymore but I know everything that goes on inside my home."

Head full of fog, you cant think of what she's talking about, taking the finger fucking. Unable to think of anything else but her fingers thrusting in and out of you so hard. Your neglected clit. The vulgar squelching sounds filling up the little hut. "Wh- what?"

"When you rub this dirty, useless little pussy on that bundle of old clothes you suddenly don't like anymore." oh. Oh. Your eyes widen, remembering all the nights you spend desperately humping your desperate clit over that firm bundle tightly bound together. All the times you've thought of your ugly, perverted, horrible, wicked hag of a mentor and gushed all over it. A secret. Mortifying. "I've seen it. I've watched it all. Not fair, I think, that you've been cumming this whole time and I've been abstaining- not easy to give myself an orgasm, these days. Weak wrists, you know. Cant go on, for long. I've been going mad."

"Not- no. Ngh. Not fair." You pant, feeling an orgasm fill up your belly. So close to toppling over the edge and slicking her whole hand.

But then you hear the smirk in her voice. "Hm. You agree?"

"I- "

She takes her hand away all of a sudden, your skirts falling back down to the ground, and you let out a frustrated growl- your eyes blazing. "What the hell- "

Your eyes meet hers and theirs an evil look in hers, absolutely wicked. "Lick my pussy, stupid little witch. And then, maybe, you can cum."

You cant argue with her. You literally cant. The potion too strong. The moment she mentioned her pussy, you dropped to your knees and slipped under her own skirt; attaching your lips to her folds as quickly as possible. You devoured the old witches soft pussy, your tongue licking all over her pretty lips before pushing between them, wrapping your mouth around her and sucking her whole cunt. Your tongue plunges in and out of her whole, digging as deeply as you can before taking the flavour of her slick back into your mouth. Mombi's hand digs into your hair and pulls tightly, hurting you and humping your face a little, but its perfect.

~

... after the heat goes away, the desire satisfied, you stand up and drop your skirts, leaning back on the work bench again. This time thinking damnit. Of all the ways you could mess this up. You just had to fuck that old woman, didn't you?? When your eyes flick up from the ground, finding Mombi across the small space picking bit of straw out of her hair, you raise a brow. So??... what now?

The woman just shrugs. "Go ahead and try that potion again. Get it right this time, huh?"

You blink. What? Thats it??

"Oh, what??" Mombi snaps, sharp blazing eyes flashing at yours. "Don't tell me you scare that easily, kid. You'll make a pretty pathetic witch if you do. That, dear, was trial and error for us. Do better next time, if you didn't like it."

You open your mouth to respond, but you don't know what to say, so its a good thing when Mombi's quick mind and quicker mouth beats you to the punch. Theirs a wicked sparkle in her eye, and one corner of her lips quirks up in a grimy smirk.

"And if you did like it- well, welcome to club wicked. Don't touch my hat though."

[nonbinaryeye]

Regrets we make along the way

Written for @lonelyeyesweek

Day 4 - Regrets

Elias always brings one too many philosophical questions into their conversation. Peter to his own surprise sometimes does not completely hate talking to his fiancé. They also both have a cup of coffee.

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It is a lovely autumn afternoon in London. Sun is shining through colourful leaves that are slowly exchanging fresh summer green into warmer coulours. It is not fully cold yet and the nice weather is tempting people into leaving their jackets at home. Chilly breeze that appears out of nowhere from time to time makes those who give into temptation regret it.

There are two men sitting on a bench in Hyde Park. One is a bit taller with an untidy beard while the other looks like a model from some magazine cover. Maybe they might look a bit like an unlikely pair but one thing is certain. They are in love, there is no doubt about it. They stare into each dreamily, the smaller one says something to which the taller one laughs at and then he caresses the face of his lover before he pulls him into a slow and romantic kiss. What a lovely picture their young love paints, some people walking by them might think.

There is also an older man sitting alone just two benches away from them with a frown on his face. He has an awkward presence about himself and is dressed in a much warmer coat than the pleasant autumn weather would require. As if he were dressed to battle a cold morning at sea and not a sunny London afternoon. He has been staring at their vague direction for a while. Somehow, they did not notice his focused stare. Even people walking by him seem to pass him without notice, quickly making their way around without giving him a second look. Most of the people at least…

“Feeling all Lonely, admiring young love and dedicated partnership or looking for a new victim?” Elias Bouchard, a well dressed gentleman with a never fully genuine smile on his face sits on the bench next to the frowning man, Peter Lukas, and also looks at the young couple nearby. He seems to be in quite a cheerful mood which means his comapny will be quite insufferable. Not that Elias could ever have a mood that Peter would not describe as insufferable.

“You are late,” Peter says to his partner instead of a greeting. He has not checked the time but he knows that Elias must be late because he arrived as always – with half an hour delay. Unfortunately, his husband seemed to be prepared for it. No, not husband, fiancé. Probably. It is hard to keep track. But Peter is quite certain he has been talking a lot about their next wedding yesterday. Not even in any vague terms, he spent a lot of time comparing fonts to put on the invitations and colours of ribbons to tie wedding bouquets with.

“Stop staring, Peter, or they will think you are homophobic.”

“They cannot see me,” Peter shrugs. What a weird weather phenomena that on such a sunny day there appears to be a spot of fog in the middle of Hyde Park.

“I could have either been on time or I could bring you coffee,” Elias hands Peter his vanilla frappuccino with extra syrup and Peter hates how well his partner knows his order. “I planned to arrive on time. I usually do, as you of course cannot fully know and appreciate, as you apparently still haven’t fully grasped the concept of time or being on time. Anyway the waiting line there was awful. People and their complicated orders… Well, it could have been worse though, the line was even longer when I was leaving.” Elias takes a sip of coffee from his large cup filled to a brim with espresso shots. Peter wonders if he only pretends lack of awareness of being the culprit of holding the line or if he genuinely does not consider his order a bit unconventional. Of course Peter cannot be bothered to actually ask.

“Hmh…” he turns his sight towards his cup knowing very well that his husband-to-be does not really need him for a conversation.

 “They are not actually as happy as they seem. Quite the opposite.” Peter raises his head confused. It takes him a few seconds to realise Elias’ ever wandering mind and gaze that never stops watching has turnt back again to the couple from before.

“It would please me not to know anything about them the most.” Peter might have better chances at persuading the water to stop being wet than at persuading his partner to stop Knowing and sharing said knowledge when he puts his mind to it.

“You see the handsome one cuddling so lovingly to his amore? He was fired yesterday. And he was always bad with money so he does not really have much in savings. He will need quite some financial help from his partner. He is still trying to muster up courage to tell him that… I wonder what his lover’s answer will be. You see he’s been cheating on his boyfriend for a while and the guilt is eating him up. He wanted to stop the affair but his side piece started to threaten to expose the truth to everyone if he stopped seeing them. So, really they could not be further for an idyllic couple in love. Maybe you would even lift some ease from their shoulders if you made one of them disappear,” Elias smiles with satisfaction one tends to have after a filling meal and lifts the coffee to his lips again.

Peter sighs. All interest he had in strangers in love is lost now. There is no satisfaction now feeding them to the Forsaken when he knows so much about them. Tearing his eyes away he aims all his focus on his drink sweet enough to pierce the numbness of Lonely wrapped about his tastebuds as much as around every other aspect of him. Little indulgence.

They sit next to each other in silence for a while. Their meeting really has no deeper point. A date his partner demanded before Peter leaves. He cannot even recall if Elias won some bet or if Peter decided to agree to this just because. It does not really matter now anyway. Just finish the coffee and leave, that is his plan. When Peter dares to look into the direction of his companion he notices his eyes are closed. Something must have caught his attention, something far away to watch. Peter is blessed with a few minutes of peace where he could almost ignore his presence if it was not for the warmth of another person's body so close to him, he could almost call this moment pleasant.

“What do you regret the most in life?” Elias asks him out of the blue. Unprompted. It could not surprise Peter any less. He likes to get philosophical sometimes and he never bothers to explain where his new chain of thoughts came from. Which is good. Peter would hate to know.

“That I met you.”

Elias laughs. “You know, I think I might actually trust you.” Of course, that he would. Elias does not care whether Peter loves him or hates him. He just wants Peter to feel strongly about him. It is a satisfaction Peter hates giving him. And the worst thing is that even though Peter answered the first thing that came to his mind in hopes of annoying Elias, it might really rather be an honest answer.

What could be worse for a servant of the Lonely than to create a connection, no matter how fickle and shallow it is. That is why he hates reflecting on his life. He hates learning things about himself almost as much as he hates getting known. He furrows his brows and takes a rather large sip of his drink. Syrup and ice and whipped cream all slide to his throat without being tasted properly.

“I suppose there is no point waiting for you to ask ‘and what is your greatest regret?’, is there?” He does not need to look at Elias to know he looks smug right now. He loves annoying him.

“My second biggest regret is that this conversation seems to be continuing.”

“What do you think that I will claim to regret the most?” Despite all his flaws, Peter cannot help himself but finds the way Elias is able to completely and utterly ignore him quite lovely. He does not really need him to participate in the conversation. No one was able to do it like him… Peter is just a prob to him. He is allowed to say his lines but if he stayed silent nothing would change. Elias can converse all the same  with him as with that silly skull of his. (And claim it is a better conversational partner.)

“I do my best not to know anything about you. How should I know?”

“You are no fun. Just take a guess.”

“If you are feeling romantic, you might say ‘marrying me’.” Peter decides to indulge him. This conversation might be over quicker that way.

“Depends which marriage you mean,” smirk appears on his face. Peter is joking of course. He very well knows Elias enjoys their little game of domesticity and connection. Peter suppose there is some charm to it as well. Because it is all so empty and fake.

“So… how long do you plan to torture me…?”

“You cannot even be bothered to guess twice?” he sighs dramatically and Peter braces himself for his next physical monologue, because of course he will force him to listen to his self-reflection and he will also add some story from his past and… “Well, what can be done. I think I feel generous today and therefore I will not answer.”

That sounds uncharacteristically polite. He raises his eyebrows. “Oh and here I was afraid you will claim you do not regret anything. Or that you have too many regrets and you will start listing them alphabetically to me…”

A sleek well manicured fingers gently grab his beard and force him to turn toward his partner. He is watching him curiously. Old but still so very bright grey eyes somehow not fully fitting his face meeting his. It has been a while since Peter looked at him, actually fully looked at him. He does not like the stare, even though he can feel Elias is holding back the full power of his gaze. The gentle fog hanging around starts getting thicker.

“Do not tempt me, Peter, I could.” Elias gently brushes his facial hair and slides his palm on his cheek, caressing it in a similar gesture like the one performed by the lovers they were observing before. His palm is awfully warm.

“Go ahead then.” Peter covers Elias’ hand with his.

“Do you wish to know me, my love?” Elias leans closer and gone is the sunny afternoon, gone is the park. His look is intense and they are fully surrounded by fog. There is tension between them. And Peter hates being so close to someone, to be having conversations such as this, to have someone looking at him at all, let alone so intensely. And yet… Yet it is an indulgence same as the sugary drink. He feels something and he is not sure what but it is an intense feeling nonetheless. He knows it will be his death one day. This man, his greatest mistake he can never learn from.

“Unfortunately, I do know way too many things about you.” Peter pushes his hand away. Elias takes the clue and leans back. Remembers to blink. “And one of them is that you would never reveal such a weakness to me. Whatever answer you would give me, it would be a lie.” Elias chuckles and finally turns his gaze away. The layer of whiteness starts to disperse.

“Unless I would tell you the truth assuming you will consider it a lie…”

“No. I am not letting you drag me into any more of your word plays or imaginary scenarios.” Peter finishes his drink, chews the ice at the bottom of his cup. He indulged him enough. This date needs to continue no longer. He gets up and Elias follows.

“I am shocked. From time to time you can be surprisingly interesting conversation partner Peter.” Elias finishes his drink as well. Then he turns his cheek to him. It takes a few moments before Peter remembers the script and gives him a quick kiss. Their date is done and surprisingly with no victims except for a few bits of his sanity. He grins.

“Ah well… I am always happy to hear you say that you don’t know me that well after all.” 

[plasticfangtastic]

Carnivorous lamb ch 1

A Homelander x Male! oc fic

A/N: this is a prequel to a fic writen for @digitalbath2008 and my kinktober prompt, hope you like it- thx 4 giving me the inspo :) I could not control myself, i had to write the prequel/sequel to them ‘cuz I love writing this OC and he plays a minor role in my WIP so I don’t get to play with him often, his faceclaim its Nicolaj Coster-Waldau if that helps

Sypnopsis: A young Homelander finds absolution from all that would make him rotten.

tags: R18, NTR-ish, dubcon, age gap (Homelander is in his mid 20’s, OC’s in his 40s) older man, DILF, priest kink, moral degradation, slow burn.

Chapter One

Spring

The soft spring sun settled into the horizon covering it all in its runny yolk, the cool breeze made Father Amarello shiver slightly, tightening his cardigan as he ventured the gardens.

Expecting to find a curious hare munching on his tomatoes instead a much more curious sight caught his sight. Sitting in the rusted metal bench was a young man wearing the most peculiar gear. He had seen these costumed figures on the telly, and on his favorite brand of cereal, never had he ever seen one in person, they were for big city folks, they didn’t seem to ever grace middle of nowhere small towns much less the kind of town that was only known for its clean restrooms at a busy rest stop, most never noticed the small town even when they drove past it… so why was this Superhero in his gardens eyeing that curious hare as it munched on some parsnip leafs.

He raised his sight towards the older man who immediately put on a friendly smile.

“Afternoon.”

Nervously walking towards him, he rips a couple tomatoes fresh off the vine on his way towards him, he observes the blond man closely, to him he looks so young he might pass for a boy but he looks as if something had aged him, he chucked it to the pressure of the job, the closer he got the more he noticed the blue of his eyes almost as blue as his suit– he had seen this man before, it took him a minute to remember the name from the newspaper.

“You… You’re The Homelander, no?” He looks around– Is there anything I should be worried about?” 

His tone it's surprisingly calm as he approaches the young hero.

“Is there some trouble, perhaps?”

Homelander only shakes his head.

“Didn’t mean to frighten you– I was flying over and it seemed like a nice place to rest…” He stood up looking slightly embarrassed– didn’t mean to be a bother, sir.”

“That’s a relief… admittedly I was looking forward to seeing some action” he chuckled dryly– is alright, my son. Rest all you like I imagine flying can be quite exhausting.”

He looked at the older man catching a glimpse at his handsome face as the man smiled kindly, and the intense pale green of his eyes.

“Is not… flying… not for me anyways.” he spoke awkwardly observing the man as he filled up his arms with salad ingredients– hmm… your sermon… it… it was nice.”

Homelander expected to be received with the same fanaticism and awe as he had with so many others but this strange man seemed little impressed, opting not to leave to satiate his newly formed curiosity over the man.

“Thank you. Were you listening the whole time?”

He nodded, he had listened most of the service, he had flown over many churches listened to many services from afar, as part of his branding they wanted to foster this good christian boy image but he found them boring, the way they talked, the way they all clamor and lost their minds as the preachers got louder, the music always excessive but this had been simple, the passion behind it earnest... but what he had liked was in his voice… it was light, pleasant… like listening to flowers, he thought.

“Yes…”

“You should’ve come inside… No matter the creed all are welcome in this parish.”

“I’m an evangelical.”

“It’s never too late to seek the light.” He gives him a sordid smile– well enjoy the gardens, feel free to take some peaches or blackberries or anything… will not recommend the brussel sprouts… is for the rabbits.”

It had been odd to be ignored, the man retreated inside after a quick wave, he watched him as he wandered into the small house attached to the church, nothing more than a cabin– all contained into one single room with a bathroom awkwardly installed on the side, he considered taking something but he left soon after.

He would come back a few days later still thinking of the lack of reception he had gotten out of the priest, the man stared at him just as friendly as before, throwing the gardening gloves aside as he saw the young supe descend– he had to admit that was quite the sight.

“They do say I got the best peaches in town.”

Homelander almost fumbled his landing at that moment, the priest seemed to have not noticed as he leaned on his rake.

“You don’t seem impressed?”

“About what exactly?”

“Me.”

“Oh it’s quite fascinating that you can fly and I can’t but I've seen my fair share of miracles.” Homelander can’t help but to think his smile is smug even if it doesn’t look like anything– So how can I be of service?”

“I… I… wanted…”

“To join?” He looked up at the man wearing his dark gray clerical shirt and sullied jeans, he took a weird step forward towards Homelander– as I said all are welcomed– even Supes. Altho it’s a few days away from Sunday.”

“I wanted guidance, actually. I’ve been having a crisis… but I don’t… I don’t think the people at Cape’s for Christ or Samaritan’s embrace can help me…I… I don’t know where else to go.”

“I can’t blame you. The message is good but the deliverance leaves… a lot to wish for…” He cleans his hand on the back of his jeans before offering it to Homelander– Amarello. Father Dennis Amarello– and you?”

Homelander raised an eyebrow, vividly remembering being recognized on their last encounter.

“It’s Homelander your government name?”

“John…” he said nervously-- John Gillman."

Homelander instinctively took his hand catching the sudden grimace on the man’s face when he received a gloved response, he followed him inside to find a quaint and claustrophobic parish, it was nothing but two wide rows, a sweet balsamic perfume permeated in the air, just as woodsy as the old worn down pews.

“You don’t like ‘Capes for Christ’?” 

“I believe Supes are a gift from God. His way to protect us… I just don’t like how commercial it is… I generally don’t think any preacher, pastor or priest no matter the creed should live anything but humbly– which extends to his parish. Massive concert stages don’t fit my standards.”

“That’s a lot to say to a stranger.” He swallowed, feeling offended.

Father Amarello sat down on the front pews, urging the young man to take a seat.

“I only answer things honestly.”

“Rudely.”

“You got blood on your glove.” He lifted his hand to show the specks of dried blood at the bottom of his palm heel– please sit.”

Homelander flustered slightly, staring at his hand where he had missed it, his expression melted into something awry, his chest sinking as he stood there staring at the man who seemed completely unbothered.

“When I was a boy… my father murdered my mother… he shot me… and then… god send me one of his soldiers... a supe… her name was Agent Rogue… She killed my father and took me to a hospital– Blood doesn’t bother me at all. I understand that this must’ve come from your job.”

Homelander had nothing to say, before he knew it he sat beside him with his eyes firmly on the floor, he had a hard time believing the man could speak so softly, as he recounted something so horrific.

“I knew I wanted to do good after being rescued, but I had no powers or smarts… until I felt God calling for me. I realized that I could still help people just like that woman did for me, if I followed God and helped spread his message– people’s lives could also be rescued too by his grace. Our father just forgot to tell me to fix my personality.” His chuckle was short.

Homelander smiled slightly unsure of how to feel.

“So… tell me, son, how can I help you?"

His mouth opened on its own, his sight fixated on those pale green eyes.

“I… I don’t know… I think I’m bad at my job… I keep failing and no matter what I do… they praise me but I don’t think they mean it… as if they’re afraid of telling me that I'm doing wrong. I want to save people. I’m a hero. I just keep messing up” His voice cracks– nobody wants to help me.. they just expect me to know… but I keep asking… and I listen but… I still mess up… I thought God could help me… I don’t want to mess up anymore… I don’t want to cause Madelyn any more headaches.”

Father Amarello sat silently for a few seconds smacking his lips pensively as he stared at the stained window and the portraits of saint’s it held.

“You have more casualties than you wish for?”

“I should be catching the bad guys alive too… I just… humans are so frail.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad about killing those who decide to harm others… but it will pollute your soul… is a heavy burden you’ll carry for the rest of your life… All you can do is keep God in your heart and seek to right your wrongs… God blessed you with these powers, and you can use them for good” He turns to him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder– your burdens are far greater than those of most men… so perhaps you only fixate on your failures, because you believe you shouldn’t be able to make them? Do you feel guilty? If so… good… feel guilty… feel like you are a monster… hate yourself and self-destruct but then look up and ask God what to do to atone.”

Homelander felt as if somebody finally told him something genuine.

“I don’t think that's good advice…” he says nervously– What if he doesn’t say anything.”

“He doesn’t actually talk back y’know… not with words… signs…” He looked around and took one of the old bibles from the bench– You can learn a lot from this… and you can learn a lot from talking to him but you will only really hear him… when you’re open to him, John.” 

He handed him the book.

“Maybe… next time when you save a life, think of that instead of the person who died… the good or the bad ones who died… just that one more person it's alive, and they get to see tomorrow… if that helps a little bit to ease your anxieties… then you can pray later.”

Homelander can help but chuckle as he hears the man speak.

“Shouldn’t I be begging for forgiveness?”

“When you die… God will let you know if it worked. You can do everything you can in your power to do good and you should– but ultimately it's out of your hands… I like to think that I’ve done okay… not enough to be condemned to hell… just enough to get a sneak peak of heaven.” He smiled awkwardly scratching his wrist for a second too long– Oh you should definitely do good tho, my son. Like I'm not telling you to start going on remorseless murder sprees like your name is Pol Pot! Just… be aware that we’ll never know if we did enough until it's time. So we just gotta keep trying and not because you want Heaven but ‘cuz it's the right thing to do anyways.”

He leaned back feeling slightly flustered, briefly ogling the young man as he leaned away from him getting lost in his own thoughts, catching a sudden crease on his cheek as he smiled softly, this had been the first time he had ever been so close to one of them, he thought. He expected them to look a lot less human, always so grand and incredible on the pages and the screen, he had grown up with the likes of Payback and other great supes during the ‘Golden Age’ of American heroes– so they never looked like people ‘til now.

The boy was a beautiful thing… so pretty like a girl, he mused the thought. His eyes fixated on the shorn undercut and his tousled blond hair so much brighter than his pale beige locks, at the way his shoulders fit the suit, he licked his lip as a knot buried itself on his throat.

“I must not be very convincing.” 

“Is good. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that… thank you.” he stood up after a long pause, turning to face the priest once more– You… You have a raccoon inside your confession box by the way”

“Its quite cute... I just don’t want to wake it up… or get rabies.”

Homelander almost offered to take the animal out, but the priest seemed to not care one bit.

He left feeling lighter than before, thinking that perhaps he was too rough on himself, that those around him weren’t being deceitful… he was a hero, he had these powers to do good and even if a dozen died, Father Amarello was right– one life was better than none. 

But it wasn’t easy.

With every added corpse on his back he found himself surrounded by spiritually rotten folks, nobody would aid him, nobody would advise him much less console him, just brush it off, just tell him everything was taken care of – each drop of blood had to be out of his conscience… even the voice in his head would tell him the same– that he had done nothing wrong… that at least one person lived.

He had done the right thing.

Right?

He had, no?

The sight burned into his cornea, those bloodied finger stumps reaching after him, the smell of burnt meat and gas, caught in his nose.

[silverjetsystm]

@valkxrie asked:

"Did you marines get your three to five servings of crayons today?" She straddles the bench the Marine is on, grin lopsided, hands vibrating from an early morning flight out of the sun. "I hear you need as many colours as possible. It's the cornerstone of a healthy diet." She wears a low bun, her dog-tags sitting over the Air Force print across the middle of her chest. A leash. At heel. Bred for purpose. They're in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere redacted. It's a humanitarian stint, apparently. To be the presence that keeps the present situation from escalating. Find waterways. Ensure aid arrives safely. Be Uncle Sam. Hoo-rah. Brunnhilde just wants to fly. They've got her hooked on that; on air. Everyone else is tied to caffeine and nicotine and sugar. Hell, she is too. But hers always smells of jet fuel. Her watch ticks by slowly. She wants nothing more than a long bath. She watches Marc with a sharp eye. Her smile loosens, he knows exactly why she's there. "Marc, my dear. My darling. My favourite Marine… I have tiny bottle of Jack Daniels that I'm not allowed to drink while flying. Would you like it?"

Crayons ha ha. Spector gives her the middle finger salute and two burst laugh. "Ha. Ha." Dawn paints the faded picnic bench and table dust white-brown. Brunnhilde is all gold and white and addict twitch. "Green ones are the biggest part on the diet. Go well with powder eggs. Supplement's The Green Weenie."

Humanitarian. Hearts and minds. Patrol villages. Protect aid workers. If it goes well, it'll be boring. If it goes loud, it's a different kind of quiet. The redacted kind. Posturing is fine. It's fine.

His trigger finger itches.

He stretches rolled desert sleeve arms over his head, Marlboro Red its own burst of sun. Oh, he knows why she's here. They do a little shtick. Pretending is half the fun. Spector puffs after MRE breakfast smoke with his own grin. Polarized Oakleys glint. "Out and back already, Bee? Didn't know performance issues happened to Chair Force girls too."

Going out. Anticipation on the morning air before all the smells of war kick on. Flattery too is part of the bit. "Yeah, Brunn. Yeah I do." He sips shitty morning coffee. "Whaddya want for it? Still got half a case of Army tears Dr. Pepper." Liberated off of some Delta and slowly savored.

[nightmaretist]

TIMING: Recent PARTIES: Wyatt @loftylockjaw and Inge @nightmaretist LOCATION: A park in a dream SUMMARY: Wyatt dreams of birds. Inge has a nice meal. CONTENT WARNINGS: None, but does include descriptions of weird teeth imagery.

She was indiscriminate in choosing her sleepers. Inge found challenge in people in all kinds of walks of life, and here in Wicked’s Rest her pickings always proved to be interesting. Fear was an easy to access resource here too, which made it so that she had creative liberty with her nightmares. (Besides, it was hardly like she was just scaring to feed these days — it was a way of life. The one thing she controlled, it sometimes seemed.)

Tonight was a first. The astral had provided some insight into the construction the man lived in, a tasteful cabin in the middle of nowhere. A nightmare location on its own, if used right. The various animals housed there posed little trouble, as they were stuck behind their tank and terrarium walls. Coast clear. As Inge materialized in the man’s room, he was asleep – soundly and softly. Sometimes, she envied the sleepers. It had been decades since she had slept, and even before that her sleep had not been peaceful. She could not fathom this sensation — no, her mind and body were always on. No temporary off-button.

Crouching near the bed, she extended two fingers and placed them against the sleeper’s exposed wrist, not only keeping him asleep but ensuring a connection that would allow her to tumble into the darkness that was his sleep. Dreamless, for now.

But with her powers, Inge opened the scene. Calm, bright grass. She let the other’s subconscious fill the gaps — maybe this was like a scene from a past holiday, a playground, an idyllic place he’d like to visit. For now, this was a kind dream. Inge was well-fed, after all, and liked lulling her sleepers into a sense of safety. On a perch, a singular bird landed. It cawed and for now, that was all.

—

Colors danced before his eyes, a large swathe of green below and blue above. The man blinked, watching as the scene came into focus. Concrete paths wound their way through the grass, trees materialized and cast soothing shadows over the green, and a large fountain sprang to life not that far from him. Shadow figures became more distinct as they walked closer, some sticking to the paths while others roamed through the grass. A dog barked, a child squealed, and some adults laughed. The air was warm but not hot, and Wyatt looked down to realize he was sitting on a blanket in the park—the Commons. He’d spent lots of time in this public space in Boston, and felt a sense of calm come over him at the familiar scene. The splash of water met his ears as the younger crowd stomped around in the fountain while their parents watched on from the nearby benches. There was the faint smell of pretzels and hot dogs in the air, floating over from the food carts that were stationed around the edges of the park. 

Wyatt leaned back onto his hands, glancing up when he heard a crow caw. It sat in the tree just overhead, head tilting this way and that as it looked down at him. “Hey, bud,” he said to the bird, looking away again to scan his eyes over the scene that had fully come into focus now, smiling. A half-read book sat tented over his thigh, but he didn’t pick it back up just yet, instead just enjoying the feel of the cool breeze and the backdrop murmur of dozens of nearby conversations.

—

It was so quaint and peaceful, as if the sleeper’s subconscious wanted to offer him escape or a blanket of safety. Inge didn’t remember her good dreams — she only remembered her nightmares, branded in her memory forever through Sanne’s brilliant expertise. They had brought her something, hadn’t they? The dreams that had killed her in the end. They had offered inspiration and perhaps more importantly, this glorious existence.

And so she felt no qualms about any of this. That had ceased a long time ago, the moral deliberations of a mortal. She watched her sleeper, greeting the bird as if it was a friend. Inge sat down on the grass, some twenty feet behind him, wearing a hat to shield the sun (and perhaps whatever monstrous features would appear on her face later). Leaning back on her hands, she let more birds appear, all similarly looking to the one that had arrived before. Their quawks were innocuous enough, like a babbling, bird-like brook. 

One of the crows hopped around, opening its beak to caw and show a row of humanesque teeth. Grinning at the dreamer, it hopped closer and closer until it dug its human teeth in the book. A muffled squawk passed through the clenched pages as it tugged.

—

He sat forward again when one of the crows decided to land in the grass with him and venture closer, but what he saw next was… unsettling, to say the least. He flinched away from the unnatural bird as it grinned, making a quiet sound of disgust. “What the hell—” It hopped forward and snatched his book up in its toothy beak, and the lamia recoiled more fiercely this time, kicking a foot out at it as it waved his book through the air. 

He glanced up now, noticing that more and more of the things were showing up, though he couldn’t tell from here if the ones in the trees had teeth as well. Feeling uncomfortable but not necessarily afraid, Wyatt let his gaze jump back to the bird on the ground, squinting his eyes at it to try and get a better look. Had he been seeing things? Was there just something else in its mouth before it took the book? That had to be it… birds didn’t have fucking teeth. And for good reason, because that optical illusion had been gross.

—

The dream wasn’t nutritious yet, but that was okay. To build up to the moment of terror was better than to spook a sleeper from the get-go, Inge had found. There was a craft to it, after all. Adding detail after detail to paint a picture of unease until pulling the rug from under them. And then coming back, and knowing what connections were already laid in the subconscious of the dreamers.

A number of birds descended, flocking to the one who’d gotten the book as if it was a tasty treat. Like seagulls fighting over a half-dead crab, they grew competitive, snapping human jaws and yellowing teeth at each other, slapping their wings angrily. There were the sounds of pages being torn, the caws from their throat loud but nothing out of the ordinary. Inge’s own appearance remained seated with her sunhat, enjoying the absence of the sun as one, then two, then three of the birds turned their heads towards her sleeper. Teeth bared, looking for another snack.

—

Okay… okay. Birds had teeth. These birds had teeth. Being that this was a dream, Wyatt’s subconscious tried to rationalize it, telling him that he was misremembering; that birds had always had teeth. It didn’t do much to put him at ease, though, especially not as a few of them turned on him, hopping closer. He jumped to his feet, stepping back and away from the animals. “Huh uh, go steal someone else’s book,” he said to them, deciding that it would be better to just leave them to their devices. He turned and saw the woman sitting behind him, giving her a curious look before shaking his head and moving on, headed for the footpath that ran through the park. 

He hadn’t noticed it, but everyone else in the park had mysteriously vanished, leaving only him and the birds, and that woman. The birds, of course, pursued him. He kept glancing over his shoulder only to see them still flapping his way, increasing his pace a couple times as fear slowly crept up his spine. 

—

And there it was, the slow spread of fear. Inge felt it satiating her, the sweetness of it all hers as the birds kept coming after the man. The sound of their flapping wings echoed loudly and without mercy, but they never reached him. Never did they snap their teeth around his body, never did their claws move to scratch at his arms, legs or eyes — such things could wait for another night, perhaps. For now, the birds just flapped and cawed and Inge sat there, watching.

“Don’t look,” it echoed, her disembodied voice coming from every corner and none at all. In a dream, these kinds of physics made perfect sense. “Don’t look at them. Whatever you do, don’t ever look at them for too long.” Inge was getting up, her sunhat still wide-brimmed enough to hide her features and started walking away in an opposite direction — over a hill or into an assortment of trees, whichever the other’s subconscious decided to offer her to disappear into. For now, this might be a good start. A planted seed. “Don’t look back.” 

—

Don’t look. Wyatt obeyed without thinking, snapping his head forward to keep his gaze firmly in front of him. The voice was right. He felt like he could remember knowing this. Knowing it was dangerous to look at the birds with teeth for too long. That’s why they were chasing him, wasn’t it? God, he’d been staring, and he’d angered them. Their wingbeats filled his ears at an oppressive volume, but he could still hear the clicking of their nails on pavement, the gnashing of their teeth, the rapid pace of his own pulse. 

He broke into a full sprint, hauling ass out of the park and down a city street. The Bostonians had become nothing more than dense shadows, nudging him this way and that as he tried to barrel through them, panic flooding his senses. “Get out of the way!” he bellowed, wondering why they weren’t all running as well, but not getting hung up on it. It didn’t matter, he just had to get away from them before they caught up—

—

He was running, his heart was beating faster and Inge felt herself grow satiated with it. She let him run for a while, her own appearance no longer an important player in the game but her birds continuing to follow the sleeper. With every beat of his feet on the ground she felt herself grow more satisfied but eventually she cut it off. Eventually the birds were just about to reach him, claws breezing over the collar of his shirt, ready to grab him, “Don’t look.”

Before they could take proper hold, the dream was done. Inge snapped out of it, let the darkness of dreamless sleep take over and returned to the earthly plane. Her red eyes danced over the restless sleeper, took note of his mustache. She liked his mustache. She took stock of him for one more moment and then returned to her beloved plane, ready to return home for the night to kick back her feet and pull out her sketchbook. All done in a hard night’s work.

—

It wasn’t until the mare was safely out of his room that Wyatt woke in a panic, sitting bolt upright in bed, the sheets kicked away from him in a flurry of movement and chest heaving as he gasped for air. He stared at the opposite wall for a few seconds before realizing it had just been a dream, at which point he started to calm. After another few beats, the lamia actually laughed at himself, finding it silly that he was so afraid of something that had clearly been a nightmare, as if he should have known it in the moment. 

Still, a rustling outside his cabin set him right back on edge and he listened carefully.

A crow cawed, and the lamia felt his blood run cold. Stupid. It’s just a stupid bird, he reminded himself, but the unease remained as he climbed out of bed to go get some water. The urge to go look for it and make sure it didn’t have teeth was quite strong, but logic overrode that particularly idiotic idea and eventually saw the man back to bed, where he failed to get any meaningful sleep the rest of the night.

[walpu]

It was raining when he saw the woman sitting on the bench illuminated by the streetlight, the singer from the casino drenched from head to toe. Her navy hair that flowed like warm curtains blown by the gentle morning breeze lied limply on her shoulder, the halo that sparkled under the spotlight shone dimly with the specks of water on its surface. One might say, what a pathetic sight, poor angel that has nowhere to go, a lonely soul in this coldness. He'd say one thing in his head if it wasn't the warmth in her eyes that spoke on a different level than the casino entertainer.

The singer she was on the stage with eyes akin to a nebula from afar yet its darkness cannot be measured aside from the colours, but in front of him he could make out the green eyes accompanied by the warm orange looks like a fireplace in the dark moonless night that offers its warmth in the middle of the darkness and solitude. The rain drumming against the pavement knocking the doors of locked memories, of days where he lost everything dear.

"How've you been doing?"

Such a strong voice that held long notes and shook the souls of her listeners, spoken with lightness that can lull a baby to sleep. The man brushed off her question with a response that've been told many times in response to that kind of question.

But he couldn't hold back the tinge of tremble in his throat and his fingers. The woman just smiled with a hum that sounded... Glad, before standing up and bid her farewell without forgetting to mention the concern he offered in regards of her drenched state.

The Stoneheart was about to leave but not before seeing wings freeing themselves from the back of her hair and the shine of her halo that caught his eyes, there he stood staring at her skips. How light she carried her body and how her hair bounced off her skin, how the spins and flaps of her features deflected the droplets to sprinkles and how her eyes have the coziness he didn't find in the singer's on stage.

An angel so high in the stars, unattainable and shone bright, to have many eyes drawn to her and hands to get her but fell in the process. In front of his eyes he saw this image of the casino's angel shattered, to not see the coldness but vibrance in her eyes at the simplest of things.

He doesn't want to admit it, he dares his life to never admit it, but perhaps Gaiathra Triclops really does bless him the moment rain comes down in his birth. And now.

- 🪽

AVEN CONTENT AVEN CONTENT

He's so precious when he's smitten 😞

[bonickhausen]

PORTO

last week i went to porto, portugal. this was my first ever trip abroad. i crossed the atlantic ocean in an elongated tin can. wild!

on the first night, i ran into some issues with the reservation for the place i had rented so i almost had nowhere to stay which now seems funny to me. i was freaking the fuck out but at the same time i remember thinking that if i had to sleep outside, at least the sidewalks seemed very clean and that made me chuckle at the moment.

i ate something that did terrible things to my poor south american stomach and i had to go to a pharmacy in the middle of the night to get some meds and a bottle of water. turns out they don't sell bottled water in pharmacies over there.

the bathroom light switches are located outside the bathrooms and their portuguese is not like ours. people say it's just a different accent and a local dialect but it very much felt to me like an entirely different language so i just used english wherever i could.

it seems safe- far safer than anywhere i've seen so far in brazil. it is a very pretty place. there's this particular bridge over a river that was an absolute delight to look at! great vistas. the climate was also a very pleasant surprise to me since i'm not a huge fan of warm places. i tend to sweat a lot.

it felt very sterile, though. a strange calm, most places made me feel uneasy and despite the suggestions by most people that living there is a good thing, i don't think i'd like that. i'd feel cornered and trapped in a place like that- the buildings felt grey and the people felt grey and looked grey and probably talked grey if i could understand them, which i couldn't.

on the other hand, you see, while são paulo is a terrible place, it has all of my favourite colours! and it has so many of them, even the ones i'm not a huge fan of. i like the fact that if i ever grow weary of cyan i can always try orange or phthalo green. everything is here and everyone is here and i am here too. i'm down to visit other places but i'd like to stay here for a (possibly long) while until i get bored of the whole rainbow.

but i didnt make this trip for a place.

and truth to be told, i don't care much for portugal. it's a nice place! just not my kind of place.

i went there for someone.

we talked and we embraced and, for the duration of the trip, we shared a room together. i rode in her car on the passenger seat, just like i wanted to. this one night, she took the scenic route and for a moment i closed my eyes, listening to the music playing on her phone, the car humming as she steered away from incoming traffic. i felt relaxed.

in fact, she made me feel very relaxed the whole time we were together, except for when i was about to leave. then again, it's tricky: how do you remain tranquil when you're moments away from losing the single most important thing you've ever had in your life so far?

at one point she asked me if i cried often and i told her that it was very rare for me to do so (which it is and i wish it wasnt). ironically, i cant remember of any other day in which i cried so much in my life like i did at the airport when leaving for lisbon. i sobbed my way through the customs line and after that i sat at the first bench i could find to rest and try to recover, i could not and instead i just cried more until my head and throat started hurting. eventually i wiped my face and kept walking as if nothing had happened.

i miss her. i miss her and i miss her touch and her singing and i miss looking at her so that i could see how she looks at things and i miss her talking about these things and i miss so many other things about her. i miss having her with me. i miss her reading random shit as we walked on the streets holding each other's hands. i miss being able to hold her close to me and i miss being able to ask her about anything anytime. sometimes i didnt even really know what to say, i just said things so that i could hear her voice in a reply. i miss watching her petting those cats and i miss talking to her about movies because she gets so excited over those. i miss her

she's in a complicated situation. i wish she'd come back to brazil but that's just my optimism. she'll do whatever works best for her. i hope everything works out for her.

i feel sad but i also feel content. i did what i set out to do: i crossed an ocean and i told her all i had to say.

and now, back to living!

[balladetto]

unprompted ( sort of ) / always accepting / anonymous.

     The town is overwhelmingly alive.

     Noise from street musicians and ordinary folk alike covers the cobblestones as thoroughly as the petals beneath his boots do, bright and eagerly shared in the nameless joy of some festivity. He'd arrived in the middle of it all: while old bells were still pealing and the circle of dancers in the town square was near bursting — foreigner in how little he knew, but content to observe from afar. It's in that distance that the child tucks himself away, counting on the roar of the crowd and celebrations to deepen the shadows over an overlooked bench.

     What he believed was an overlooked bench, anyway.

Link receives a flower crown of daisies. A gift from this anon.

     The present falls against his fingers, feather-light and out of nowhere. Heart leaping and hand jerking away from the touch, he turns from the dancers he'd been watching with wide eyes, just fast enough to catch a retreating back. Laughter lingers in his ears — maybe the stranger's, maybe someone else's, but it's as cheery as everything else here and helps set his pulse at ease again.

     A pulse that stills altogether when he looks down, world tunnelling to strung greens and whites and yellows and a single, dazed thought.

     Oh.

     He lifts the garland with both hands. Something creeps up from his chest to his throat, thorns of warmth that crawl further and further until they've reached the tips of his ears. This— it's what the kids and some of the grownups are wearing around here, crowns fashioned from pretty flowers and long grasses like spring's bloomed right on their heads. Link isn't— Link isn't one of them, and yet...yet...

     It fits. Not perfectly, not like how the hat he carefully takes off does, but it fits. As he looks to a shifting sea of people and hums along to the new song that starts from somewhere in that throng, he thinks he might be smiling.

     With this ache in his cheeks, and the bigger one tightening around his heart, he must be.

[fireflamejitsu]

Well this scene has been in my head for awhile now,and it's not just these characters I see in this particular scene but many others, and it was quite funny in my head. And to any artists that like this idea by all means and feel free to use it, just please let me know, I would very much like to see this turned into a drawing or animatic. So to all enjoy the story, and references.

-Amy&Cream-

-Sisters & Growing pains-

As the mid day sun was shining down on station square everyone was enjoying the day, all except for a certain young rabbit and her chao who she considered as her little brother. Was Cream and Cheese as the two were waiting on a bench for Amy who was put in charge of watching over the two while Cream's mother Vanilla was on a little romantic bonding trip with Vector who is now a new father to Cream and Cheese, and amore to Vanilla.

But while waiting on the bench Cream and Cheese were reflecting on the day and the events that took place. From the two picking flowers and enjoying themselves to a group of bullies picking on the two, which then exceeded from name calling to the bullies slapping and stomping on the flowers they picked, to even rougly pushing the two to the ground when cream tried defending her and cheese. Before things got worse luckily Sonic, Tails and Knuckles stepped in on time and defended cream and cheese by almost knocking the group out, but enough for them to remember the beating and threat they got from the three, terrifying the group of bullies sending them running in fear and in mean bruises.

After the big fight went down the trio tried to cheer up the two, but cream and cheese were so sad and depressed by the words and pushing they got from the bullies that the two just wanted to head home and isolate themselves. So the trio escorted the two to station square, and contacted Amy. While waiting with the two the trio got an alert that the Robotnik family were starting to cause chaos, so they called Amy who told them to tell cream and cheese to wait for her on the bench in the middle of station square, as they did pass the message to the two the trio dashed off to battle the Robotnik family. Which then brings us back to the present as the two were still waiting for Amy still sad and depressed, " I don't know cheese it just feels like whenever we try there's always something or someone putting us down, and to have Mr. Sonic, Tails and Mr. Knuckles and our friends fight our battles, I just feel like a burden and useless". "Chao chao chao"( I feel the same way), said cheese as the two had tears coming down they're faces. The two hugged and held each other letting they're tears drop, not wanting to wait anymore and just wanting to be alone the two got up from the bench and walked home taking a different route holding on to each other.

Meanwhile, just then Amy had arrived to area of station square were she told cream and cheese to wait for her. "Cream", she called," Cheese"? She called again looking for the two, then searching the area,"Cream.... Cheese...."? She said again, thinking until it hit her,"oh no......", she said with fear and worry in her voice as she started running back to the Rabbit's house. Running at a very high speed, Amy jumped through the bushes and over the curb landing on the road with a slide. And with still, a little fear and worry, anger was starting to form," you two BETTER be home". As amy was running down the road towards cream's house, just then a car came out of nowhere down another part of the road almost hitting amy as she yelped jumping away ,"HEY"!!! Then facing towards the vehicle growling,her eyes turned from her normal green to red, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING"!!!! Amy then lifted up her leg and shot a very powerful kick taking out the front bumper, it even ignited the airbag almost knocking out the two passengers, "STUPIDHEADS"!!! She yelled out as she took off at high speeds again, but as she was running off the two passengers we're groaning from the impact of the kick and the airbag, the driver then lifted up his head and looked down the road Amy ran off to ,even caught a glimpse of her taking a turn up ahead.

As Amy arrived to the house she could hear music being played or to be specific, Heartbreak Hotel being played. She sighed in relief knowing the two were ok but still angry at them because they took off on they're own. Huffing angrily, "when I get my hands on those two",she said running up the door but as she went open the door ,she found it to be locked, "oh you gotta be kidding me.... Cream! Cheese! Open the door you two"! "Go away/chao cao", said cream and cheese on the other side of the door. Amy rolling her eyes and groaning in annoyance then saw and remembered the doggy door Vanilla recently installed in the door, getting on her hands and knees Amy poked her head through and saw the two laying on the ground staring at the ceiling.

"Cream, Cheese I am so not happy with you two" amy said calling out to the two, cream turning her head, "leave us alone to die". "I am not in the mood for this you two, open the door right now,you both are in sooo much trouble". But instead of listening to amy ,cheese then turned up the music ignoring Amy. Amy looking in shock then growling angrily looked up and saw the door lock, she pushed her arm through and reached for the door lock as best as she could, struggling for few seconds she managed to hook a finger and flipped the locked. Relieved for a bit until only to see that the door was nailed shut with alot of nails, even more frustrated she looks around until spotting a hammer nearby and reached for it. Meanwhile outside the same car only except a bit busted up, pulled up on the driveway . Meanwhile back with Amy, only prying one nail loose, she then glared at the two,"YOU TWO ARE SO FINISHED WHEN I GET THERE"! She said, only to see the two lyp-syncing the lyrics of the song.

Meanwhile outside the figures walking towards Amy as she was ranting were a guy and a girl who were now just standing,watching and hearing Amy making threats halfway through the doggy door. "Oh just wait till I get these nails out, grrr I'm gonna stuff you both into the blender PUSH puree, then bake you both into a pie and feed it to our friends and when they say mmmm, wow amy this is great what's you're secret I'M GONNA SAY"!!!! And while hearing Amy's threats the lady figure gently tapped Amy's foot to get her attention but no reaction, she tapped her foot again nothing, now she gently kicked her foot but still nothing. Now tapping her foot on the ground impatiently the lady then scooped up Amy's foot from under, suprisingly still no reaction from Amy. The lady shifted her foot with Amy's foot on top of hers around until she had a good grip and both of they're feet were hooked together. Right when Amy was on, "I'm gonna say", she then got pulled out of the doggy door, her hair pulled up and still holding onto the hammer,as she saw who pulled her out, Amy was staring up at Blaze and Silver who were doing the same and looking down at Amy.

Amy feeling embarrassed, smiled trying to cover up her threat by saying, "love and nurturing", getting up from the ground , "hey guys",*seeing she still has the hammer in her hand and quickly puts it behind her, dropping it* laughing nervously, "so whatcha doing here friends". "Oh, it's friends, now huh," Blaze said sarcastically, "Yeah, I thought we were quote on quote Stupidheads," Silver said, crossing his arms. Amy realized what they were talking about looking down, " guys I'm really sorry, I had no idea it was you guys in there, I understand if you hate me, and send me the bill to pay for the damage". Silver and Blaze looked at each other and smiled knowing they care for they're freind," hey it's cool Amy", said Blaze," yeah and besides it's a rental from the Mushroom Kingdom, Toad's very understanding, he'll help us out", Silver added. "So what are you two lovebirds doing here, if I may ask?" Amy asked, "Oh well, while you're left in charge watching cream and cheese, we are put in charge of watering the plants and checking up on the two," Blaze replied.

"Well instead of waiting out here,how about we go inside, right Amy? Sweetie? ", *Blaze blushing and smiling at Silver*"uhhhh how about we just sit out here and talk, you said you needed to water the plants right", Amy said laughing nervously. "Hehehe Amy it's not the outdoor it's the indoor plants silly", Blaze replied, "Right....." Amy exhaled, "uhhh this way", Amy then went and jumped over the sidegate, Silver and Blaze looking at each other shrugged they're shoulders and followed Amy. Amy then pushed her way through some bushes to the backdoor, only to find it locked too, with Silver and Blaze popping out of the bushes too, Amy then called for drastic measures," uhhh wait here", Amy then went around back, the sound of a window being broke, and alot of clutter, and a record scratch," Hey/Chao".

*Hey so I kinda got lost in this and didn't realize how long this actually was, so my bad on that part. But not to worry I will continue with this. So look forward to part 2 coming soon. But hope you're all enjoying this story so far, I'm very much trying my best. Thank you again *

[papermoonloveslucy]

THE GREAT OUTDOORS!

Part 1 ~ The Ricardos & Mertzes Commune with Nature

“I Love Lucy” generally took place indoors - at their East 68th Street apartment or Ricky’s nightclub. As residents of New York City, they had little opportunity to commune with nature - but there were exceptions. In nearly all cases, these outdoorsy moments were staged indoors - in a Hollywood studio.  

“The Marriage License” (1952) ~ To correct an error on their original marriage license, Lucy and Ricky travel to Greenwhich, Connecticut to renew their vows. While there, Lucy makes Ricky renact his proposal at the tree bench where it first happened.  

LUCY: “Gee. I don’t remember this seat being so small, do you? I guess the tree grew in a little from each side.”  RICKY: “Let’s face it, we’ve grown out a little from each side!” 

This brush with nature came during the 26th episode filmed and is the very first time Lucy and Ricky have been seen outdoors.  The Desilu set designers finally had a chance to use foliage! 

“Lucy’s Last Birthday” (1953) ~ Depressed that no one has remembered her birthday, Lucy wanders the city at night, eventually arriving at Central Park - Manhattan’s equivalent of The Great Outdoors. 

While sitting alone, the Friends of the Friendless come marching through the trees, stopping to console her. Not used to negotiating the outdoors, FOF extra Barbara Pepper (the only Friendless female) loses her hat on a low-hanging branch! 

“The Camping Trip” (1953) ~ Lucy wants to do everything Ricky does - including going on a camping trip to go fishing and duck hunting. 

This is by far the most exensive use of greenery in the series. Assessing Lucy’s camping attire, Ethel is typically blunt.

LUCY: “Well, do I look like I stepped out of ‘Field & Stream’?” ETHEL: “You look more like you fell in.”

Although the campsite is located in the woods near a stream, the exact location is never stated. It is must be within driving distance, so likely upstate New York.  

“The Fox Hunt” (1956) ~  At an English country manor Lucy goes on a fox hunt, despite never having ridden a horse.

Lucy really gets back to nature by becoming ensared in a bush. Unbeknownst to her, the fox does too! 

“Lucy in the Swiss Alps” (1956) ~  After a mistake in booking during their trek through Europe, the Ricardos and Mertzes go mountain climbing in the Swiss Alps. 

This establishing shot tells the audience the enivronment that the gang will be dealing with: snow-capped mountains. 

The “I Love Lucy” set designers were charged with creating a realistic mountain top, then making it snow!  

The Great Outdoors weren’t always green!  This sequence was later integrated into the promotion of Paramount+ streaming service, showing various CBS / Paramount characters scaling ‘Mount Paramount’. 

“Lucy’s Bicycle Trip” (1956) ~ When leaving Italy for France, Lucy has her heart set on biking along the coast and across the border - until she can’t find her passport!

In the middle of nowhere, she tries everything she can think of to get past the border officials. Before the border, the gang gets in touch with nature by sleeping in a barn!  

“Off to Florida” (1956) ~ When Lucy misplaces their train tickets to Miami Beach, she and Ethel must share a car ride to Florida with Edna Grundy (Elsa Lanchester), a woman they suspect might be a hatchet murderess.

Mrs. Grundy insists on driving the backroads from New York City to Florida. Instead of stopping at a roadside cafe, Mrs. Grundy has packed watercress sandwiches, which Lucy calls ‘buttered grass’.  

Instead of stopping at a hotel, they simply pull off the road and try to sleep in the car. The ominpresent chirp of crickets keeps them awake. 

LUCY: “Who can sleep with all that noise? Sounds like feeding time in a pet shop.” 

“Deep Sea Fishing” & “Desert Island” (1956) ~ While visiting Miami Beach, Lucy and Ethel make a bet with Ricky and Fred that they can catch the bigger fish. Not all nature is green or white - sometimes it is blue, too!  The scenes on the ocean were filmed in a water tank in Hollywood, while actor doubles were also filmed off the coast of Miami. The two films were then edited together.

When their boat runs out of gas, the gang is stranded on a lush (what they believe to be) deserted island. The island seen in the second unit footage (above) is not nearly as large or verdant as the one built in the studio. 

RICKY: “Hey!  They have caca-nuts here!” LUCY: “Caca-nuts? (she looks around) Oh, yeah. A lot of caca-nuts.”

Palm trees and whie sands are usually an idyllic way to commune with nature - except when a giant native (Claude Akins) shows up!  

“Lucy Raises Tulips” (1957) ~ In Connecticut, Lucy turns gardener. When she takes charge of the rider mower, the landscape changes for the worse -  including the garden! For city folks, nothing says Back to Nature more than gardening. 

“Lucy Hunts Uranium” (1958) ~ The third of the hour-long episodes later called “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” takes the gang to Las Vegas, where they hunt for uranium with Fred MacMurray. As with previous episodes, this was a combination of studio shooting and second unit location footage.

Location filming took place in California’s Mojave Desert. This is the first time Lucy and Desi have gone on location as the Ricardos.

During the exterior prospecting scene, the actors actually ‘fall asleep’ on a Hollywood sound stage and ‘wake up’ on location in the desert!  Movie magic!

Although the actors went on location, the car chase sequences were filmed using stunt doubles intercut with studio-filmed process shots. 

“Lucy Goes To Sun Valley” (1958) ~ The gang travels to Sun Valley, Idaho, where they meet Fernando Lamas. 

Sun Valley is a resort city where tourists can enjoy ice skating, golfing, hiking, trail riding, cycling, tennis and (of course) skiing on Bald (“Mount Baldy”) Mountain and Dollar Mountain. It was a favorite vacation spot for the Arnaz family. They spent part of their 1952 summer hiatus from “I Love Lucy” at the resort and later returned in 1959, after Lucy and Desi had separated, staying at Ann Sothern’s home.

As usual, the episode was a combination of studio shooting and location footage of the actors at the resort. This episode, however, featured far more location footage than any previous episode. 

Lucille Ball was called upon to really get back to nature by skiing, skating, and even frolicking in the snow with animals!  

“Lucy Makes Room for Danny” (1958) ~ Danny Williams (Danny Thomas) and his family sublet the Ricardo home during the winter.  Building snowmen and throwing snoballs were part of the show’s plot. Unlike their visit to Sun Valley, this snow was a studio creation. The episode was a clever way to tell viewers that “Make Room for Daddy” (aka “The Danny Thomas Show”) would be taking over “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” time slot!  

“Lucy Goes To Alaska” (1959) ~ The gang travel to the nation’s newest state to buy some discount land - but end up out in the cold - literally!  Red Skelton guest stars. 

Although the action is set in and around Nome, the second unit footage was filmed in Lake Arrowhead, California, about 100 miles from Hollywood. 

The exteriors were done with doubles and none of the regular cast left the newly-purchased Desilu (formerly RKO) Studios.

“Lucy’s Summer Vacation” (1959) ~ Lucy and Ricky go on vacation to Vermont and end up sharing their cabin with Howard Duff and Ida Lupino.

In the story, Lucy and Ricky have been invited to spend a week at a cabin on (fictional) Lake Wotchasokapoo, Vermont. 

The show took the Ricardos out of their Connecticut home, but the scenes were not filmed on location in Vermont, but inside Desilu Studios. There is one brief establishing shot of a lake.