#I am so excited for her to take center stage

[cluescorner]

I am so excited for Furina to have her 'archon moment' it's not even funny. Like, I love her being a brat and silly and being bad at her job as much as anybody. It's actually what made me enjoy her so much, she felt like a regular person who was thrust into godhood rather than someone who can just naturally adjust to the position.

But I also want her to grow and be responsible in her position. She deserves to have her 'I am a fucking god' moment. She has been a mascot for so long, it's high time she shows off her magnificence. Bonus points if Arlecchino/Neuvilette holding her accountable is what gets her to step up.

[minimoxha]

The actress (Bruce Wayne x Celebrity reader)

Summary: You’re in Gotham for interviews, and you end up saying something on tv that interests the billionaire.

warnings: idk yet

“We’ve all been dying to know, Who’s your celebrity crush?” The talk show host, Jackson Evans asked you while you sat on the couch waving at some of your fans in the live crowd. The question came out of nowhere really, the past questions were about your new and upcoming music and even the TV show you were starring in. A busy woman at her finest.

After thinking for a second, your mind immediately jumped to a man who had been in the media since before he coule remember. He wasn’t that much older than you but old enough to where you and a lot of the other girls in your class when you were younger had a crush on the young man— Bruce Wayne. “Actually Jackson, I did.” The crowd leaned in closer, eager to find out what you might say to the talk show host. “It was when I was younger but I liked Bruce Wayne a lot!” Unbeknownst to you, four boys and one girl watched the TV with wide gaping eyes. Every single one of them knew who you were— who didn’t? You had been in the media since you graduated college and came out with a single that took the world by storm when you were 22. Ever since, it has been you singing and acting on the occasion that has kept you famous as THE S.N. (Stage name or actor name, it could just be your name also it doesn’t matter find your own happiness <3).

“Holy shit,” Jason muttered, it was no reason why he was at the manor in the middle of the day as if Dick and he weren’t both adults but they both sat on the couch with their mouths gaped. Beside them, the three younger siblings who still lived in the house were also surprised at what was said on the TV. Sure it was a crush from probably years ago which she didn’t have anymore but it was still surprising nonetheless. “I can’t believe Bruce actually pulls attractive women.” Jason retorted, everyone laughing along with his joke. Everyone but Bruce who had walked in only enough to hear the Joke, had no context behind it.

“I attract all types of women, Jason.” Bruce retorts, making his way over to the couch. “And why am I the center of this conversation?” Instead of an answer, Dick rewinds the tv to show the most important bit of your interview. After seeing it, his eyebrow raised in wonder. You WERE pretty, and he wasn’t surprised another woman liked him he had pretty women like him all the time. But something was different about you…

After the interview, you sat in your Hotel room with your headphones in and listened to the nearest crime watches. Bring a celebrity with no Current projects for annoying really fast so you had to do something to sustain your hunger for action. That something was being a vigilante, only sometimes and only for fun. And yes, it might’ve been a bit morbid to sage people for fun but you were already rich and successful, you needed something bad to REALLY make you fit into your crowd.

Especially since you came into contact with some new superpowers a few years ago. Usually, you used your powers for your own personal things but a couple of months back, something completely snapped in you to jump to action. Quickly, you made a suit, name, and other things you needed to become a vigilante. This gave you enough time to be on the radars of a few heroes/vigilantes as your name spread throughout your city.

Tonight though, you weren’t in YOUR city. You were in Gotham for this interview, one of the most dangerous places in America and you were excited for the change of scenery. “When will we go- I’m tired of waiting.” Cece spoke in your mind. (Cece is somewhat of an alter ego? She takes over and you develop her powers but you are usually still conscious with her!)

“When something interesting decides to happen. Of course, nothing happens when I’m in Gotham but something else happens every other day of the year here.” You let out an exasperated sigh, spinning in your chair and waiting for something to come up. Your waiting goes from minutes, to an hour until

you’re about to shut your eyes and call it a night when something rings on the speaker. “Calling all units to Blue St! We have someone In all black- a woman in all black sucking things into a black hole!” The cop yelled.

A smile formed on your face as you allowed Rocky to take over and lead the both of you to blue street. However, when you got there she realized that she wasn’t alone.

[kusuguricafe]

Tickletober Week 1: Hypnosis

ScaraLynLumi Part 1 of 2

A/N: Semi-inspired by this and this, and I used a lot of the hypnosis dialogue from this video because I wanted to make it at least somewhat realistic

Summary: Lumine takes Wanderer to see Lyney and Lynette's magic show and Wanderer gets more than he bargained for

Characters: lee!Wanderer, ler!Lyney, spectator Lumine

“Have you ever wondered what the Knave’s children are up to these days?” Lumine asked Wanderer.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well… I want to take you to see a magic show tonight.”

“A magic show?” Wanderer scoffed, “Why would I ever want to see something as childish as that?”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that. Lyney’s an amazing magician. It’ll be fun!” Lumine insisted.

“Fine, whatever.”

Later that evening, Lumine and Wanderer arrived at the Opera Epiclese. A few steps into the building, Lumine thought she heard someone calling out to her.

“Psst. Lumine!”

There it was again.

“Over here!”

“Lumine, someone’s trying to get your atte- where’d she go?” Lumine had suddenly vanished from the spot she had been standing.

“WhaA!” Lumine yelped as she was pulled off to the side.

“Hello, my dear~ Come to see my show tonight?” Lyney greeted her, taking off his hat and bowing.

“Oh, h-hello, Lyney. Yes, with my friend Kasacchi, who’s probably looking for me now.” Lumine shot him a look.

“I just wanted to have a private chat with you before the show. Is that so wrong?”

Lumine rolled her eyes, unable to stop herself from smiling. “No, no, it’s fine. Just make it quick.”

After their little conversation, Lumine caught up with Wanderer.

“There you are, where in Teyvat did you go?”

“Lyney pulled me aside. He upgraded our tickets to VIP,” Lumine said, waving the tickets in front of him. “We’re in the front row.”

“I see.”

The two took their front row seats, waiting in anticipation for the show to begin.

“Welcome to Lyney and Lynette’s Magic Show!” Lyney greeted the audience, briefly making eye contact with both Lumine and Wanderer.

“We have a very special show planned for you all today. I am going to try out something new, something I have never done on stage before!”

The audience muttered in excitement.

“Now, I will let the Fateometer decide our lucky audience member. And don’t worry, you can always decline and I will pick someone else. Lynette, if you please…” Lynette brought out the Fateometer (which was really just her hat) and placed it center stage. The hat seemingly levitated on its own.

“Let’s see what the Fateometer decides,” Lyney said.

The Fateometer began to shake, spewing out streamers, confetti, and a singular playing card. Lyney caught said playing card and showed it to the audience.

“Now, everyone please check under your seats. If your card is the seven of hearts, please make your way towards the stage!”

“Aw, I got the Ace of hearts. What about you, Kasacchi?”

“Uh…” Wanderer looked at his card in disbelief. “I got the… seven… of hearts.”

“Did I hear that right?” Lyney turned to Wanderer excitedly.

Wanderer stood up and put his hand on his hip. “You did.” He flipped the card around so that it was facing Lyney.

“Wonderful! Step on up.”

Lynette walked off the stage down to where Wanderer was standing and offered her hand.

Wanderer looked to his left over at Lumine. She gave him an encouraging double thumbs up. “You’ll be fine! I can watch your hat for you, if you’d like.”

“Fine,” Wanderer took off his hat and handed it to Lumine. He then reluctantly took Lynette’s hand and followed her back up onto the stage.

“Everyone give a warm welcome to our lucky audience member!” Lyney gestured towards Wanderer. “Kasacchi, was it?”

Wanderer looked somewhat surprised. “How do you know that?”

“A little birdie told me,” Lyney smiled.

Lynette brought out a comfortable-looking red velvet armchair and motioned for Wanderer to take a seat. Wanderer did so, crossing his arms.

“Now, Kasacchi, are you alright with a little hypnosis?”

Wanderer raised his eyebrows. “Hypnosis? Yeah, like that’ll ever work on me.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Lyney chuckled. “Remember, you’re ultimately the one in control here. If you start to feel uncomfortable, you can wake yourself up at any time. Understand?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Wonderful. Now, I am going to have you focus on my dear sister Lynette’s pocket watch here.” Lynette held up the pocket watch a few inches in front of Wanderer’s eyes. “Just focus on the rhythm as it sways from side to side.”

Wanderer did so.

“Now, I want you to take some deep breaths. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Got it? Good, let’s do it together. In, two, three, four, hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Good, and again. In, two, three, four…”

This isn’t too bad so far, Wanderer thought. It’s actually kind of relaxing.

“You start to feel your body getting heavy, this deep relaxation making it harder and harder to move.”

Wanderer leaned back into the chair. His arms relaxed, slowly falling into his lap.

“You feel your mind getting lighter. You have nothing to worry about. Just let yourself enjoy it. Slowly, you feel your eyelids start to get heavier. Allow yourself to relax. You don’t have to think anymore, I will take care of everything for you.”

Lumine was already impressed. She had never seen Wanderer in such a relaxed state before.

“Now, every time I snap my fingers, you may close your eyes. But, every time I say so, you have to open them again. Okay, here we go.” Snap. “Close your eyes, just for a moment. And, open again, just like that.” Snap. “Very good. And open again.” Snap. “And again. Perfect. It feels so good to close them, doesn’t it?” Snap. “Just enjoy it. Open your eyes again for me. Every time you have to open your eyes, it becomes harder and harder.” Snap. “But you can do it a few more times, right?” Snap. “Try to open them once again.” Snap. “So sleepy now, barely able to open them.” Snap. “Deeper.” Snap. “And deeper.” Snap. “Relax. Your eyes are so heavy, you can’t open them anymore. But you don’t want to. You just want to rest.”

Lynette stepped to the side, allowing the audience a full view of Lyney and Wanderer. The audience looked on with bated breath.

“Focus on how relaxed you feel. I’m going to count down from ten to one. When I get to one, you will be fully entranced. Ten. Sinking deeply now. Nine. You are breathing slowly and deeply… Three. You don’t have to be awake anymore. Two. Almost there. And, one. Sleep. Sink down. Just relax. Sleep. Sleep deeply. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. There you go.”

Wanderer did indeed look like he had fallen asleep.

“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” Lyney turned to the audience and winked.

“Wave your hands like this to cheer,” Lynette instructed, waving both her hands back and forth. “We don’t want to wake him.”

The audience waved their hands excitedly.

“Kasacchi, would you happen to be ticklish?”

Wanderer, with his eyes still closed, smiled softly.

“Did you see that, everyone?”

The audience murmured, a few giggling.

“Now, Kasacchi, you begin to feel a pleasant tingly sensation spread throughout your body. Starting at your scalp, trailing all the way down your spine. It feels wonderful. You let this pleasant feeling wash over you, and you become even more relaxed.”

Wanderer smiled a little wider.

“Very good. Now, you feel something a little funny on the tips of your ears. This funny feeling is almost electric, an electric tingly sensation that begins to spread all over your ears. You realize that this is a very ticklish sensation and, oh, it really tickles, doesn’t it? It tickles a lot. In fact, every time I say the word tickle, it starts to tickle a little more.”

Wanderer nodded.

“The ticklish feeling spreads down your neck and under your arms.”

“Mrrmph. Mmhmhmhehehehe!” Wanderer hugged himself.

“It travels down your arms onto your palms, and down your torso onto your sides. You can’t help but laugh.”

Wanderer giggled, squirming in his chair.

“It starts to tickle your hips, slowly creeping down to your thighs.”

“NahahAHAhAhahAA! NohohohohoAAHAHAhahAHA!”

“The ticklish feeling starts to tickle your thighs, making sure to pay extra special attention to your inner thighs and right above your knees.”

“AhahahahAHAHA! NohohOhohooOAHAHAHAHAHA! NohohaAHAHAHAHAHAT thehehehERAAAAHAHAHAHA!!”

Wanderer was full-on laughing now, kicking his legs and shaking his head.

“It feels so good to laugh, doesn’t it? Just let it all out.”

“IhihihIT TIHIHIHICKLES AHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“The ticklish feeling starts to spread all over your knees and down to your feet. The harder you laugh, the more good you feel. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

The audience was laughing along with Wanderer at this point.

“IHIHIHI-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tears of joy pricked the corners of Wanderer’s eyes. He couldn’t deny it—this felt amazing.

“It continues spreading all over your body, finally reaching your toes. It tickles under and in between your toes, going over every little spot it can find.”

Wanderer kicked his feet even harder, slamming his right fist against the armrest.

“Tickle tickle, Kasacchi. Tickle tickle tickle~ You’ve never felt more ticklish in your entire life, and it feels so, so good. You don’t want it to stop.”

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Lynette joined in.

“You look so cute, Kasacchi!” Lumine exclaimed, doubting he could even hear her over the sound of his own laughter.

“LuhuHUMIHIHIHIHIHIHINE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! NohohAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Lyney snickered. “Ah, he must be dreaming about our lovely Traveler who’s in the audience with us today. Lumine must know all of your tickle spots, doesn’t she, Kasacchi?”

He nodded frantically.

Lumine flushed. I guess he could hear me, she thought.

“You can hold out a little longer though, can’t you? Tickle tickle~ Tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”

Wanderer laughed, shaking his head and thrashing about, but never resisting. He laughed more freely than he had ever laughed before. He laughed so hard that his laughter went completely silent.

“Aaand, sleep.” Lyney said.

Wanderer fell limp almost instantaneously, still smiling and breathing heavily. He looked peaceful.

“Easy now, catch your breath. I am going to count up from one to ten. When I reach ten, you will wake up, and you will no longer be in trance. One…”

Wanderer felt a bit dazed. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Lynette offering her hand. He took it, slowly standing up. He felt a little lightheaded.

“Everyone, please give a big round of applause for Kasacchi! You were an amazing participant. Lynette will guide you back down to your seat.”

Confused, Wanderer followed Lynette back to where Lumine was sitting. Lumine handed him his hat, which he immediately took, put on, and tilted downwards to cover his face.

Lynette joined back up with Lyney on stage and they continued with the rest of their show.

“What… happened?” Wanderer eventually asked Lumine.

“I’ll tell you after the show. How do you feel?”

“Weirdly… warm and fuzzy.”

Lumine peeked under his hat to see his blushing face. “Warm and fuzzy, huh?”

He looked away. “Sh-shut up. It’s disgusting.”

“You keep telling yourself that.”

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

hiii can u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on reader? like maybe reader is maybe a singer at the grammys and catches juliens eye

pls pls and thank u

jj chats: hiii!! i love this idea so so much and i am so happy i got to write it!!! i decided to do some headcannons and a bit of a blurb! but its mostly tailored to this specific scenario so if anyone wants a more general julien with a crush headcannons i can totally write that! just lmk!! also tysm for the request dear ilysm <333

warnings: RPF, no use of y/n, julien is very awkward!!!

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

So lets say that Julien is aware of who you are, she knows your music, but never knew your face. She was crazy excited about you performing at the grammys.

She’s at the table when your name gets announced along with the 2 tracks you are playing and she immediately recognizes them.

She gets all giddy because she’s never seen you before and is excited for your set.

You play a mash up of two ballads where your vocals are incredible, your standing center stage. (I’m kind of picturing it to look like Olivia Rodgrigo’s set at the grammys)

Whatever outfit you’re wearing is a beautiful mix of emerald green and gold. Your dress/suit/whatever you are wearing has a very flowy vibe to it.

Anyway Julien sees you as the spotlight shines on you and her heart stops. You were more beautiful than she had ever thought. 

Then you open your mouth to sing and it's like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was released in her stomach.

Phoebe notices her awestruck state and whispers to Lucy.

Yk they made a plan to make sure you met that night.

When your performance ends you smile towards the crowd of brilliant musicians, lyricists and producers. The room erupts in cheers and applause, your head gets a little light as you take everything in. Everything that you’ve worked for has come to this, and you’ve finally made it, singing in a room full of all your biggest idols.

When the stage darkens, a crew member meets you and takes you back to a dressing room, helping you get back into your original grammy outfit. As you walk back to your seat you spot a woman with platinum blond hair in a white suit standing near your table, seemingly waiting for someone.

As you approach her you get a better look at who she was. Exclaiming “Phoebe!! I’m so glad to see you!” You pull her into a hug.

Pulling away, Phoebe replies “Hey dude! It’s been so long!”

“Way too long! Oh congrats on you and the boys wins tonight! I’m so happy for y’all!” You smile, then noticing the other two that make up Boygenius approach, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Lucy introduces herself and Julien, Julien stands squashed between Lucy and Phoebe. She smiles at you shyly, a light pink flushes her face. 

“Your performance was out of this world, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing like that! Isn’t that right Julien?” Phoebe asks, nudging her bandmate with her elbow.

Julien sputters a little bit before replying “Your voice is so pretty.” Once the words leave her mouth her eyes widen a bit, as if she can’t believe she just said that. Phoebe and Lucy share a look before Phoebe moves to squeeze your upper arm.

“Me and Luce are gonna go mingle, have fun kids,” She turns away from you but you can almost swear you saw her wink at Julien before walking away. 

“I don’t think I’ve never formally introduced myself, I’m-”

“I know you,” Julien cuts you off, horror fills her face at her ill choice of words, “I mean I don’t know-know you, but I know of you! I like you! Fuck I mean I like your music, its really good! And your voice is amazing. It's so pretty! I’m rambling aren’t I?” The tattooed woman sighs, her face flushing again, this time a much brighter red.

“Yes, yes you are. But it's okay Julien, it's cute.” You giggle, reaching towards your purse to pull out your phone, pulling up messages. “Can I have your number, I’d love to talk to you longer but I gotta go visit someone before we have to be back in out seats. Maybe we could get coffee sometime and talk?” You hand the phone to Julien, gently placing it in her open palms.

“Really?” she waits for you to nod before putting her number in, hands shaking as she types.  “Thank you! And best of luck to you tonight! Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Julien says. You smile and grab Julien’s hand, squeezing it lightly. Once you let go she's off towards her table again. 

I could totally see Julien being so nervous around you that she types in her number wrong. So wehn you get home and call her and some random 39 year old guy from Alabama replies you are taken a little off guard.

But it's all fixed when you text Phoebe explaining the situation. 

Phoebe def made fun of Julien for that all the time now.

[tabithatwo]

it's yellowjackets / jennifer's body parallels time!

hi hello keep reading if you would like to hear about shauna/jennifer and jackie/needy, here's my totally noncomprehensive, very much off the cuff thoughts on this very complex and interesting dynamic!!

(i'm not getting into the basic parallels, i'm gonna assume you know the karyn kusama of it all, the heart necklace, the homoerotic female friendship, the death)

yellowjackets is so brilliant because it feeds you stereotypes and absolutely does not deliver on them. there could be an entire paper on each girl and how this is true for them specifically, but walk quickly with me because i want to get into the nitty gritty gory fun stuff! a brief oversimplified example: nat is referred to as a burnout, some would assume she's a loner based on that, but she cares about the team as a unit more than arguably anyone else. (this is common in real life too, our stereotypes often don't hold water in reality and yj reflects that beautifully!)

now to the jackie/shauna of it all. it would be oh so incredibly easy to look at jackie and think she's the jennifer of the duo. we are set up to see her as prettier, more popular, more demanding. but that illusion falls apart QUICKLY if you pay attention to the things that jackie actually says and does. she's not a mean girl. she's actually one of the kindest on the team. she doesn't pick on shauna, she clings. there are plenty of takes on this on tumblr so i won't exhaust it, my adhd loves to digress and meander but i'm forcing myself back onto the trodden path to this point: people look at the first few minutes of the pilot and they immediately decide that they know who these girls are. the audience typecasts jackie as a jennifer and shauna as a needy. the popular, bubbly girl and her shy, bookworm best friend.

a lot of people, especially casual viewers who don't study this show like its their job (god, wonder what that would be like lol) understandably stop here. but to me the BRILLIANCE of yj is that they don't actually make it HARD for you to undo your initial impressions. the material is there. it isn't hidden. it isn't some deeper self of each character that is unraveled throughout seasons. they push, push, push to see just how far they can carry our deeply held stereotypes/expectations. how forward and violent can shauna be, with viewers still clinging to a shy and sweet girl, who was really their own creation? how kind and honestly pathetic kicked-puppy can jackie be, with viewers still clinging to a mean girl, who was really their own creation? how far will we go to warp the characters intentions, so that we can keep them in the box we understand them in? they ask this of the viewer and of other characters, but AGAIN i digress.

so, while this might sit strangely with some, yes i think that jackie is very much aligned with needy if you peel back just one layer. but far above and beyond that, shauna is so very fucking jennifer.

the overall veneer is thinned immediately in yj. there isn't one girl in the stands and one on center stage. jackie and shauna are both on the team. they go to the same parties, they play the same sport, i would argue that shauna isn't even coded as "less pretty" (please note the word coded, because i'm not saying needy is literally less pretty than jennifer, i am simply saying that we have hair, makeup, clothing, glasses trends that we use to stereotype characters, are you with me?)

so now what? now these girls are both and neither. shauna thinks that she is the needy to jackie's jennifer. jackie wears the necklace and the introductory shots frame her as important. but we're already diverting from that set-up.

our absolute clearest common denominator here is one that i rarely see people mention funnily enough: JENNIFER IS A SUCCUBUS. she CONSUMES. she KILLS. she WANTS and she TAKES.

now before you get TOO EXCITED!!! i see some of you getting ready to say i'm a shauna shipman hater, put the pitchforks down!! shauna is one of my favorite characters of all time. i love her crazy ass so deeply that it's alarming. (i don't hate jennifer, either, for the record.) i love her largely for WHAT she is. i think sanitizing or sweetening her is a disservice. she's amazing and complex and wounded and capable of deep love. but she also, quite LITERALLY, consumes.

her character is sex and desire and violence and obsession and consumption. and it's AMAZING. she's POWERFUL. she's our main framing character (in this dynamic), rather than needy. the scripts are switched. jennifer dies and needy lives, and that's one story. that's clearer cut, simpler, made for a horror film. but here, jackie dies and shauna lives, and that story is deep and rich and goes on to include a whole lot more death and destruction and chaos.

shauna tells us herself that it excites her. she likes it. she is this girl. this woman. she reminisces and she recreates and she covets.

jennifer tries to consume needy, shauna literally consumes jackie.

there's more to this story, obviously. you could deep dive and mine for the intricacies of the set up and fall of stereotype and expectation, or collect all of the exact parallels. but i'll stick with a few, because this is a quick outburst of thought.

a huge one, who is taking whose boyfriend?

here's another personal favorite of mine, just for kicks

is it too complex to neatly tuck away? absolutely. they're different stories with different themes. shauna isn't simply a teenager possessed by a demon. it runs far deeper. as is the essence of this show.

but if you want to look at parallels, look at the one who has been holding the knife the whole time.

[tatteredtoby]

so incredibly sleepy. But. Ftm reader (Highschool au) with unsupportive parents x Simon (theater/theatre au as well)

A Panic/Anxiety attack will be described, so will transphobia and very uncomfortable sensations. Self misgendering, as well. (This is targeted towards myself!) If that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to click the back button.

Angst that turns into fluff

Agluff!

You had bought a binder without your parent’s permission, and had been keeping it in the dressing room for the show. It was opening night, and you were playing a male character. Nothing could go wrong. You felt the adrenaline pumping, you were shaking out of excitement, then you remembered, your parents would be in the crowd that night.

Your chest starts heaving. Your vision blurs after it darts around. You land on the ground, backing into a set piece and hiding behind it. The happy shaking turns to terror induced shaking.

Your director yells out “5 minutes before show people!” Before noticing you. Oh Ms. Emily. She was so incredibly supportive. She gasps as she notices you, since you startled her with your heavy breathing.

She shuffles out onto stage, taking center and facing the audience.

“We have a small problem backstage. The show will be held back a few minutes, I am very sorry for this inconvenience.”

SMALL????

This was not small. Your world was closing in on you. It felt like Jell-O or Oobleck was being poured over you, or you were being cemented into a wall against your will. The binder only made it worse. It tightened around your armpits and sucked in your chest, which made the caving feeling worse. You fiddled with your costume before throwing off the excess pieces.

You barely notice the tall stature coming into view before you’re pulled out of deep water by two costumed hands.

“Hey, hey, im here, it’s me. It’s Simon. What’s wrong, can you say it or is it too much to talk about?” He gently utters, kneeling closer to you.

You barely babble out, “‘s too much..” Before your vision starts to go in and out. He notices. You’re swaying too much for it to be your normal rocking. He latches his hands onto you and pulls you into his chest, like a life raft after drowning at sea for centuries.

“I’m right here. It’s okay. Your parents won’t even notice. You can tell them that it was a casting issue, and you were just cast because of how they liked your auditions performance, alright?” He whispers, rubbing your back very gently.

“I gotcha. I gotcha.” He mutters, holding you closer to him. It feels like this hold is meant for a wounded dog, not a 17 year old gir-boy.

He cups your face like he would a wounded pigeon. He’s got eyeliner on. Specifically on his waterline. His cheeks are dusted with powdered blush. His arms are covered in black cloth, specifically for his role as a Crow. The entire show was written by you, only taken up by Ms. Emily and practically blocked by you in its entirety. You played Satans Cat. (Two little city animals who are a contrast difference to eachother go on a journey that changed them forever, or smth. Idk. Sleepy.) He wore big wings with straps on his thumbs to keep in place. You wore cat ears and a tail. You felt so good in your costume. You had many costume pieces to hide your chest, and you just looked so boyish all around.

“You alright now?” He asks, tone in his voice evident he’s trying to hide the fact he noticed you glancing for a prolonged period of time.

“Yea. I’ve got some time..I’ll go splash my face with water.”

“You’ll be alright, Felid.”

“That I will be, Corvus.”

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very sleepy atm. I’m projecting as well. Felid comes ffrom the name for cat in fancy. Look up cat. And for “Corvus” look up Crow. I don’t got time to explain it.

Cramps kicking me in my stomach ballsack. This some bullshit.

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • X

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loudThat we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

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General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter ten - RedwIne (EDITED: 09-03-24, not new new to the story!)

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THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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As the evening went on, the boys continued to cover a variety of songs, building up to their final performance of the night.

"Thanks for rocking out with us, guys!" Noah exclaimed, taking a swig from his water bottle. "We're about to kick it up a notch, so I want to see you all headbanging!"

The crowd roared in response as Noah introduced their next song, Glass Houses. I couldn't help but bang my head along with the music as the boys rocked out on stage, their hair flying wildly in every direction. Pulling out my phone, I started recording their performance.

Just as I opened my phone, I noticed I had received a text message from an unknown number. My stomach sank and fear engulfed my body as I clicked on the message.

Los Angeles, hey? It’s about time we booked a vacation anyway. See you soon, my volto x

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The square room was a grim and oppressive space, the cracked cement floor littered with rubble and dirt, while the walls were peeling and splintered. The musty smell of dampness permeated the air, making it feel like a forgotten tomb. This place was rarely used, only necessary in times of great need. It had been almost a year since anyone had set foot inside, but the solitary chair chained to the ground in the center of the room remained untouched, waiting for its next occupant.

I nodded at the men trailing behind me, their heavy footsteps muffled by the thick layer of dust covering the ground. With a loud thud, I dropped my duffle bag of items to the ground, breaking the eerie silence that hung over us. The stale air felt suffocating, but I couldn't help but smile as I took in my surroundings. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed down the dark corridor, adding an eerie ambiance to this desolate place.

A perfect spot to dispose of a body, hidden away from prying eyes and curious minds.

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NOAH

As soon as our performance was over, the five of us packed up our equipment and squeezed into the van. Jolly, Ruffilo, and Folio were practically bouncing with excitement, their energy contagious. I couldn't help but feel giddy myself; the rush of adrenaline from our successful show and the positive response from the audience had me on cloud nine. We even had fans asking to take photos with us, which was a pleasant surprise.

But my elation quickly faded when I noticed Y/N's behaviour. She seemed anxious and distant, barely making eye contact with any of us after the show. She sat in silence in the car, her eyes fixated on her phone. I waited until we were on the road heading home before quietly asking what was wrong. Y/N was seated between me and Ruffilo in the middle row of the van, and even Nicholas could sense her off-mood, glancing back at me and nodding towards her as if to say "ask her".

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, gesturing towards him to ask her. They had grown close, so he might as well take the chance. Nicholas sighed and raised his shoulders in a shrug, nodding at me again in agreement.

“What are you two doing?” Y/N sighed quietly, looking up from her phone and turning her head between the two of us.

“Uh,” I laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of my head, “well we are both a little worried about you,” I admitted.

Y/N's piercing gaze was fixed on me, her lips pressed together in deep thought. She sighed for a moment before hanging me her phone. The light from the screen contrasted with the darkness outside as we sat in the car, and my heart raced as I read the message displayed on the screen

“Do you know who sent this?” I asked as my eyes widened in worry.

“Sent what?” Nicholas leaned over Y/N, attempting to read the screen. I don’t know if Y/N told the boys what she told me; so I closed the phone, handing it back to her.

She opened the phone again before passing it to Nicholas, and his face contorted before staring at Y/N, “Volto?”

Y/N sighed again, knowing she would have to repeat everything she told me earlier, “I have a lot to explain to you guys… but for now, I’m not sure who sent the message.”

“Well it has to be someone who knows about the mask,” I suggested before turning my attention to Jolly who groaned in annoyance, staring out the rearview mirror while he clutched the steering wheel.

“That damn asshole, tailgating me.”

Folio glanced at the car behind them through the side mirror, matching Jolly's frustration. "What a jerk."

I paid no attention to their conversation, instead focusing on Y/N. "Do you think it's one of the Fidelio guys?"

"Probably one of the twins," she said, her gaze now fixed on the car behind us as she grew quiet. Her eyes went distant, and I could tell she was worried. "And if it is, I'm screwed."

Shaking my head, I reached down and gently held onto her thigh. "I won't let anything happen to you." I squeezed her thigh reassuringly. "I'll keep you safe."

Her face lit up with a grateful smile, but her arm trembled from anxiety.

Jolly let out a low growl, frustration evident in his voice as he gritted his teeth. He tapped the brakes firmly, causing our bodies to jolt forward from the sudden stop.

"Don't brake-check them," Nick warned from the passenger seat, bracing himself against the dashboard. "They'll hit our gear in the trunk if they crash into us."

Y/N and Nicholas both turned to look out the back window, glaring at the car that was dangerously close to our bumper. I peered at it through the side mirror, squinting against the blinding reflection of its headlights.

Jolly revved the engine and accelerated, trying to get away from the aggressive driver behind us. But no matter how fast we went, they stayed right on our tail.

I leaned forward to check the speedometer. "Are you going the speed limit?"

"Of course I am, idiot," Jolly snapped, his grip tightening on the wheel as he kept glancing back at our pursuer.

Nicholas suggested, "Just make a right turn and let them pass us. We don't want anyone getting hurt. We can turn back afterwards."

With a frustrated groan, Jolly signalled and turned at the next light. To our confusion, the other car followed suit and continued to trail us.

“Uh hello?” Jolly yelled, shaking his head. He took another right, and the car followed us down the street once again.

“Are they…following us?” I squinted at the mirror again intensely, eying the lights.

“Jolly,” Y/N said, her breath hitching, “Take another right…”

He agreed, and the car still followed.

“One more,” Her voice was quiet now, her hand slipping into mine. Y/N entwined our fingers nervously, her palms clammy. My heart twitched in awe that she wanted to hold my hand.

"If the car turns with us," she muttered nervously, "then they're following us. We'll end up on the same road as before."

I couldn't stop fidgeting as I watched the events unfold, exchanging uneasy looks with Nicholas as we made a right turn. My heart raced with anticipation when there was no sign of the other car behind us for a brief moment, but then it appeared again and quickly caught up to our speed.

"Shit," Jolly swore under her breath, pushing down harder on the gas pedal. Y/N turned to me with concern in her eyes, and I couldn't help but mirror her expression. I squeezed her hand tightly, my other hand gripping onto the handle above the window for support.

“Do you think-” Y/N’s voice wavered as she clung to me, “It’s them?”

Nicholas watched, confused, “Who? What is going on?”

“Jolly, step on it,” Nick yelled.

“Actually I was thinking of pulling over and chatting- Of course I’m fucking stepping on it!” Jolly mumbled in miffed anger, turning again.

The streetlight ahead flickered to yellow and Jolly hit the gas, determined to make it through before it turned red. As we raced through the chaotic city, Y/N gripped my hand tightly and leaned into me for support. Nicholas glanced back and forth between us and the road, urging us to get out of town before anything else could happen. "I'm not stopping for any lights," Jolly declared, swerving the van through traffic with our bodies bouncing along. We sped by buildings at an alarming rate, everything blurring together until we finally reached the outskirts of the city. It was a mad dash to escape as we left the urban landscape behind us.

I leaned closer to Folio's seat, my voice hushed and urgent. "Do we still have extra masks and guns in the glovebox?" As Nick opened it, Y/N's pills spilled out onto the floor. I scowled momentarily before Nick handed each of us a mask, except for Y/N. He then passed me a gun from inside the fabric lining of the glovebox.

I checked the clip, making sure I had enough rounds, before slipping on the black mask. Nicholas and Nick followed suit. Through the holes in my mask, I could see Y/N's eyes widen with fear.

"What's our plan?" Nick asked from the driver's seat, searching underneath for another weapon. He eventually pulled out a gun and gave it to Nicholas, who stashed it in his waistband.

As our car swerved and turned with us, mimicking our movements like a dance partner, I watched its erratic behaviour.

"Time for a little game," I muttered, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Noah-" Y/N grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me. "What are you doing?"

I freed myself from her grip. "Just some warning shots. Maybe disable a tire or two."

I repositioned my body so I was facing the rear of the car, and then pulled my head back inside. The wind rushed past me aggressively as the car sped down the road, causing my arm to shake from the instability of the speed. With one hand gripping onto the interior handle for stability, I raised the gun and aimed it at the taunting car behind us.

In a split-second decision, I pulled the trigger, feeling the recoil in my wrist as the bullet flew out and ricocheted off the pavement. I quickly fired another shot, this time hitting the hood of the car with a loud twang and sparks flying. The vehicle swerved in an attempt to avoid my shots, but I kept firing. The driver slowed down briefly before speeding up again, seemingly ignoring my threat.

Frustrated, I snarled as I aimed another shot at them, this one hitting their left headlight and frying it out. But they still didn't back down; instead, they picked up speed and came closer until their bumper was right up against ours.

They were going to try and hit us off the road.

“Fuck,” I muttered angrily, slipping back inside the car. I clicked my seatbelt into place, checking Y/N’s and making sure it was secure.

“So clearly they’re not backing off!” Nick screamed through the sound of the engine, and Jolly yelled at him. “No shit!”

With a surge of determination, Jolly clutched the steering wheel tightly and pressed down on the accelerator one last time, determined to outrun the chaos unfolding behind us. My heart raced as I watched Jolly push our van to its limits, feeling Y/N's uneasiness beside me.

“I can’t go fast enough in this piece of junk, they're going to hit us,” Jolly yelled, his knuckles turning white with tension. "Hold on!"

Jolly slowed down, preparing for impact as the car behind us smashed into our rear bumper. The screeching of tires filled the air as our van swerved to the side. Time seemed to slow down as our bodies were thrown around, our vehicle colliding with the other car. I reached out for Y/N but our fingers barely managed to intertwine before my breath escaped me in shock and my chest constricted.

The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline, my mind in a haze. Our van spun into the cement barricade that bordered the highway and the impact sent debris flying in all directions, the shockwave of the collision reverberating within my body. Glass from the windows shattered around us, spraying like glitter in the moonlight as the impact jolted the five of us forward. Time was still as the turmoil unfolded in a split second, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

As my head throbbed and ears rang, the faint taste of blood lingered on my tongue. Dust and debris filled the air as whiplash consumed me, and I peered at Y/N whose body hung folded over the middle seat.

“Y/N-” I coughed, choking on the lack of oxygen that fought to fill my lungs. I reached for her, my knuckles torn from the glass. The world began to fade away as I pushed myself toward her, gripping her body.

“Y/N,” I yelled, and she groaned, her head flopping towards me. A trail of crimson trickled from her forehead, dirt coating her features. She coughed and sucked in a shaky breath.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, disoriented and unfocused. "Noah?" she whispered, her voice weak and trembling. I cupped her face gently, relief flooding through me despite the chaos surrounding us.

"I'm here," I reassured her, wiping away the blood trickling down her forehead with my thumb. "Are you okay? Can you move?"

She nodded slowly, wincing as she tried to sit up straighter. I helped her, my hands shaking as I assessed her for any major injuries. The others were stirring now too, groans of pain filling the wrecked van.

"Everyone alright?" Nicholas called out, his voice strained. There were murmurs of confirmation from Jolly and Folio.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and the shock of the situation hit like a ton of bricks as I remembered the situation seconds prior. Whoever hit us was surely going to get to us any second.

I pulled away from Y/N’s grip slowly, leaning down as my head spun, searching for the gun.

“Ruffles-” Y/N turned to him with worry, moving slowly as she placed a hand on both sides of his face, checking the cuts that dug into his skin.

“What the fuck,” Nick murmured in pain as he pushed away the deflating airbag, Jolly following.

The van was in complete shambles, and I struggled to free myself from the twisted metal and broken glass that surrounded us. I kicked open the backseat door and crawled out of the car, my hands landing on the cool asphalt. The dimly lit surroundings cast eerie shadows, adding to the disorientation and vulnerability as I stood up, scoping out the scene.

The car that followed us was barely smashed on the other side of the road; both front doors opened once I was in view. A gunshot flew past my ear, ricocheting off the cement.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered under my breath, ducking behind the wreckage of the van. I peered into the vehicle as Y/N rubbed her eyes, “They’re firing at us!”

Nick pushed the door open, his body rolling onto the ground, groaning, “The gun,” He swayed, pulling himself up, searching the car with a hand, “Ruffilo! Give me the gun!”

More shots were fired from behind and I covered my head, looking back at Y/N who hid in Nicholas’ chest, completely afraid. He gripped her tightly, protecting her head as he threw the gun to Folio, who cocked it, placing his back against the torn metal.

Jolly yelled at Nick to move as he crawled from the driver’s seat to the passengers, sliding out, and hiding behind the debris, “We need to form a plan!”

“There’s no time,” I growled, closing my eyes as my breath heaved from my chest, anticipating the worst as the shots got closer and closer, bouncing between the road and the metal of the car.

I got down on the ground, my knees rubbing against the rock as I peeked around what was left of the bumper. Amongst the dust from the collision two figures appeared from the smoke, their black suits slick and barely untouched- comical.

My eyes squinted in recognition as I looked at their heads, the slick silver sheen glinting from the moonlight. The muzzle was long, and the ears appeared sharp and pointy, followed by a set of painted black features.

Fox masks covered their identity, the two walking in sync towards us.

The article. The Twins.

“Noah-” Jolly hunched over, his breathing erratic as his tattered long hair peeked from beneath the mask he now slid over his face, “Who is it?”

My mind skimmed to a conclusion as I scooted back, “They’re here for Y/N. We need to get her away from here, or at least distract them till she can run.”

“N0,” Y/N pulled herself from Nicholas, tears streaming down her face. She peered out the broken window, a hand climbing to her mouth as she held it there in fear once she saw them, “You guys need to run. They want me, I don’t need you getting hurt.”

I shook my head, cocking the gun, “I told you I would protect you. I will not go back on my word.”

“No, you don’t understand,” She almost screamed in dread, “That has to be Kiean and Kade. They used to tell me if shit hit the fan, they’d turn to the fox masks.”

“What does that mean?” I shook my head in confusion, looking at them once again before turning my attention to Y/N.

“They twisted an old Indigenous legend of the fox twins,” She said, watching them as she spoke, “instead of the twins growing as heroes from their demise, they strive for revenge.”

I pulled at the fabric that covered my face, readjusting it before standing up. I dropped the loaded gun next to my foot, before revealing myself from behind the car.

“Noah!” She yelled, but I continued walking out, holding my hands up.

The one on the right pointed the gun at me, my throat aching from the adrenaline as I heaved nervously.

“Where is she,” His voice was muffled from the mask, deep and antagonizing as he held the threat menacingly.

I shook my head, hands held up high in surrender, “Who the hell are you talking about?”

“You think I’m stupid?” The man scoffed, turning his head to look at his companion before back at me.

My demeanour remained cool and collected, even in the face of danger. "You were following us," I stated calmly, though my anger simmered just beneath the surface. A muffled voice laughed behind a mask as the gun pointed toward me. "I'll shoot you if I have to," he warned. But I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated. "We don't have what you're looking for," I said, lowering my hands. The sound of the gun clicking echoed through the tense air, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Just then, the man uttered her name--a name that sounded foreign and vile on his tongue.

I dared not to look at the car behind me, but I noticed a figure move from my peripheral. No Y/N, don’t.

“Again,” I laughed, mocking them with stupidity, “There’s only four of us- and this Y/N person isn’t one-”

The man then took quick steps forward with the gun, and before I knew it Y/N shouted, exposing herself as she stood in front of me, guarding my chest.

“NO!”

Fuck.

The fox tilted his head as the gun was now placed in front of Y/N’s forehead, her shoulders heaving with her erratic breaths. Her arms were out protectively toward the men as she placed herself between death and remorse; the other gun from the car within her grasp. My stomach swirled with unease and liability.

Seconds felt like minutes as we stood there; but finally, his weapon lowered, arm slowly resting against his side. His free hand reached underneath the bottom of the plastic that covered his head, peeling off the layer of false anonymity.

Dull green eyes met mine, the repulsion behind them dissolving me from the inside out. His gaze was almost feral as his lip turned into a snarl at my presence; he didn’t dare look away as he spoke.

“This?” he scoffed, appalled, “You moved on to this piece of shit?”

The wavy head of dirty blonde hair that sat on his head was paired with a straight upturned nose, slight facial hair, and a nose ring. He was the definition of a pretty-white boy surfer, and my eyes narrowed.

“Fucking whore.” He spit as he then stared at Y/N, his jaw clenching. The muscles in his neck tightened as he watched her viciously.

“Kade,” The next voice warned, and I peered at the twin who stood behind him. As he took his mask off I swore I heard Y/N gasp ever so lightly, the gun in her grasp lowering slightly.

This man looked almost identical to the one looming over us; except his hair was to his shoulders, the top tied back into a small bun. His eyes seemed softer- gentler. The emerald gaze was more vibrant as he stared at her; until he met mine.

“Please,” Y/N’s voice wavered, “Let him go. Take me, but let him go.”

“Why?” Kade laughed, tapping the gun against his thigh, “you care about him?”

Kade stepped forward, and Y/N stepped back, pushing into my torso.

“Hmm?” He taunted.

“I- you don’t need to do anything irrational,” She held up her hands. She was afraid.

“This your new toy?” The blonde’s words began digging into her, but his eyes remained on me.

She hiccuped, holding her hands up in front of her face in defence as he got closer to us.

“You’re fucking him now?” He roared.

“K-Kiean,” She stuttered, almost in a plea toward the other twin.

Kiean.

As I went to move in front of her, the back of Kade’s hand swung into Y/N’s head, the handle of the gun cutting the skin above her lip. She clutched her face as she stumbled backward, falling onto the asphalt. The gun slid across the road.

Anger rose from my chest instantly, “Don’t you fucking touch her,” My voice dripped with venom, and without thinking I held my arm up, sending a forceful blow into the side of Kade’s neck.

As if a bomb went off, he lunged for me, my back sliding onto the cement as he fell on top of me, “I want to see your pathetic face,” He screamed, his anger ripping from his throat as he began punching my chest, clawing at the fabric that covered me.

The air I had left was dispersing from my lungs as I began rolling with him, punching him back.

“Noah!” Y/N screamed as she scrambled to her feet, running toward me; but the other twin grabbed her, caging her in his arms. She thrashed aggressively, attempting to free herself.

I heard the shuffling of footsteps from the side and Jolly appeared, throwing himself into Kade’s body. Nick was right behind, picking me up as Nicholas ran toward Y/N and Kiean.

A gunshot ripped through the air and everybody froze, my ears ringing with anticipation.

Time slowed once again as I looked up at Y/N.

Kiean tightened his grip on Y/N, the gun positioned threateningly against her head. Tears welled up in her eyes as she desperately clutched at the fabric of his suit. Watching her, I let out a quick breath and felt a surge of fear wash over me. She was so afraid, and there was nothing I could do to help her. I shook my head in disbelief, my lips trembling with panic; I needed her by my side. It took all of my willpower not to rush towards her as Kiean pressed the gun harder against her skull. "Don't move," he warned, slowly backing towards their car. Kade scrambled to his feet, scurrying after Jolly and following Kiean's lead. Y/N had dropped the gun when she was taken, but Kade retrieved it and aimed it at the four of us. "Noah-" Y/N sobbed, her body shaking as Kiean dragged her closer to the car.

Her lips trembled as she screamed her last word before Kiean put her in the car, “Run.”

Kade began to fire at us and we ducked, running back to the smashed van for shelter as bullets flew past us. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as adrenaline washed through me once again. I wanted to yell, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run to Y/N, and I wanted to tell her it would all be okay.

But I couldn’t- she was gone.

And I was a coward.

A useless fucking coward.

The gunshots ceased as the engine revved, doors slamming as the sound of wheels spinning out filled the midnight scene. The car began racing down the road, taking Y/N with them.

My saving grace.

Our heavy breathing was all I could hear as I squeezed my eyes shut, an angry scream crawling from my lungs.

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2 Days Later

I slowly walked through the fallen leaves, trying to hold back the tears that were brimming in my eyes.

The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves hung in the air, adding to the heaviness in my heart. I placed the delicate white flower on top of the gray headstone, a tribute to the one whose life had been cut short too soon.

I sat down on the damp ground, not caring that the dying grass was wet beneath my legs. The weight of grief settled upon me as I whispered to my deaf listeners, the only ones who could truly understand my pain.

A gentle breeze swept through the graveyard, causing my long brunette locks to sway and dance with each gust. I zipped up my black jacket and slid my hands into its warm pockets, seeking comfort from the coldness around me.

"It's been a while," I murmured, my head lowered towards the headstone. Memories flooded my mind - memories of laughter and love that now felt bittersweet in her absence.

"I met a nice girl," I chuckled softly, but even this small moment of joy was tinged with sadness. Closing my eyes, I let myself relive the memory of nights ago when her smile had filled me with happiness and hope. But now, it only blurred together with the pain.

“And I already fucked up,” I wiped my nose as my throat tightened, “I tainted her.”

The wind whistled through the cemetery as if acknowledging my words. I nervously plucked at the blades of grass, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next. "She's gone," I confessed, my voice trembling. "I have no idea where to even begin looking for her."

My vision blurred as silent tears fell, and my head bowed again.

“I miss you, mom.” I used my sleeve to dry my cheeks, “and you, dad.”

The three of us sat in silence, the trees above the courtyard singing with the autumn air. I spoke to them for a few more minutes. I tried to make it quick, knowing that if I stayed longer I wouldn't be able to leave.

“I hope you get to meet her someday,” I murmured as I stood, dusting off my pants.

“I’d like to hear about this girl.”

My stomach dropped as I whipped around in alarm, my heart thumping rapidly once I met his silver completion.

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Soon, I’ll kill my final piece of evidence… and soon, I’ll have control of Fidelio.

+ We couldn’t save our lives but we’re here Drunk and fucked up so in love what we once had Now it’s over, one last time here On the streets but they lead nowhere

Time and time again we were not thankful for our gifts Things we took for granted like a sweet kiss on your lips We could have been at the start of our days but it ends Stories have been told

You’re so pretty when you’re drunk In a world like that

Chapter 11

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Alastor x Sewing!Reader pt.4

Chapter 5

You tried to stay open 7-7 on weekdays so that way customers could come in both before and after work. This is why you were not surprised to hear the door jingle at half past five.

"Just a moment please!" you said cheerfully, attempting to finish threading your needle in full focus. "How can I help you today?" only then noticing Alastor in front of you. He was sporting his new coat and a bouquet of flowers.

"I just wanted to come visit you and say thank you for fixing my coat darling," he reached out to give you the flowers, "you will have to teach me how to make your treats as well. They were quite delicious." Alastor ate a bunch between his broadcasts spoiling his lunch but saving a few for his mother.

You smiled at that, " I am quite glad you enjoyed them! I will however be keeping that recipe to myself- its for special occasions only."

"Well then, I feel mighty special to be gifted them" Alastor quipped back at you. "How much do I owe you for the coat?"

"Not a pretty penny of yours doll! It was a favor for walking me home and letting me borrow your coat" you explained to him.

"Only if you're sure Y/N. I have got to be getting back home now, can't keep my mother waiting." he turned to the door.

"Of course! Don't worry her. Feel free to come back if you need anything else Alastor!"

"I may take you up on that my dear." With that, he walked out the door. Nothing but the flowers to signify he was ever there.

The flowers Alasor gave you were absolutely stunning. There were dark orange flowers that looked like an attempt to match the replacement lining and thread in his coat. To compliment there were soft pink and white flowers sporadically place in the bouquet. You went upstairs to your kitchen and brought down a vase for the flowers. Wanting to show off their beauty, you placed them on the center table of your shop. Here, you regularly cycled items such as tops, socks, mittens, scarves and other small items. You went around the shop and into your storage to find other colors that matched the flowers. On the table the flowers stood tall above the garments, all table colors matching.

The week went by quickly, Alastor's voice and memories both accompanying you while you sewed. You created lots of lace for the dresses Mimzy ordered. Next week you were supposed to stop by and take all of her performers measurements to actually start putting pieces together. Countless hours were also spent pre-beading and cutting fabric so all that had to be done was cutting and sewing to match sizes.

By the time Friday rolled around you were excited to leave the shop and go to Mimzy's. The nervous feeling was no longer there. You had Anne, Mimzy, and now Alastor to keep you company while enjoying the night.

"Y/N dear! Alastor and I were just talking about you!" Mimzy said with enthusiasm.

"Good things I can only hope?"

"Of course! He was just showing me how you fixed his tacky coat. I have been telling for ages he just needs a new one. He has appearances to up keep! It looks better now than when he first bought it."

You didn't know what to do with all the praise but it warmed your hear to know that people recognized your talents and were impressed with them.

"I just did what I saw fit, I do appreciate it!"

"Good evening mon cheri" Alastor said kissing your hand.

You two changed pleasantries about your week as Mimzy went to mingle with more customers. As you finished your conversation about to ask where Mimzy went, Anne stepped on stage about to start singing.

"Would you grace me with a dance?" Alastor asked reaching his hand out towards you.

"Absolutely doll" you said gently placing your hand in his outstretched one. He helped you up and out of your seat where you were previously conversing. As Alastor led you to the dance floor a man bumped into you tearing your grasp from him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir, please ex-"

"I know what you did." He cut you off. "You will suffer just as he did."

You turned as white as a ghost. No no no you migrated to New Orleans to get away from your old life. How did anyone find you?

"My dear! Are you alright?" Alastor asked finding you and reaching for your hand.

"Of course, just had a little scare and lost my footing is all."

Alastor gave you an eyebrow raise but didn't pry anymore.

All things considered the dance was wonderful. You both moved in sync, eyes focused on one another. He loved to spin you around and away from him only to pull you back in close. As the song ended you found yourself in a dip, a mere breath away from Alastor.

Mimzy cleared her throat "Lovely performance from the both of you, incredibly charming."

Alastor used his hand on your lower back to pick you up and steady you on the floor. He noticed you were still shaky and looking around the room from your encounter with the strange man earlier.

"Thank you Mimzy" he answered for the both of you. "We should get heading out soon shouldn't we darling?"

The night was still young but what the man had said to you made you want to leave as soon as possible. Plus, remembering last weeks sleep hangover you agreed. Finishing goodbyes again and talking with Mimzy setting up a time for instead her performers to visit you at your shop, you and Alastor were arm in arm walking out of the door. You turned around and took one last look and there you saw the man drag his thumb across his throat. What you didn't notice was that Alastor saw the man doing the exact same thing.

[ourtearsofrain]

Feel Good (D.R.W)

Summary: You help your boyfriend release some energy after a long day.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Word Count:  3.2k

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (M receiving), M!sub 

A/N: Could not get the image of Danny looking like this as you suck him off out of my head so I had to write something. Also, please read the smut psa section in my masterlist post!

As your boyfriend smashed out his last drum solo of the night on the stage far in front of you, signaling the end of Highway Tune, lights began flashing as his brothers added to the cacophony of sound by playing random notes on their bass and guitar, the crowd erupting into a roar of cheers. With one final “Thank you everyone, and goodnight!” from Josh, the lights cut from a fiery red to a deep blue, and the four men waved their goodbyes as they set their instruments down and walked off stage. As soon as the stage was clear, the arena’s overhead lights came flickering back on, basking the crowd in bright white light as people shuffled their way towards the exits. You held back, figuring you were in no rush and the security would give you less trouble as you made your way backstage after the swarms of dedicated fans asking for copies of the set list had died down.

After 10 minutes, you figured enough people had left and began your decent to the floor, beginning to regret your decision to sit in the nosebleeds directly across from the stage as you attempted to step around the pools of spilled beer splashed across the stairs. Danny had offered you a spot at barricade, front and center directly in front of him, or off to the side of the stage in the wing, but you had declined both offers. You didn’t want to spend not only the entire opening act as well as the show, but also an hour before the show started, cramped in between screaming fans that had camped out the night before to get those spots, or chance being in people’s videos and pictures as you watched from the wing.

You made your way across the arena floor towards the barricade and show your backstage pass to a security guard standing by the gate; he takes it and lets you pass after thoroughly examining it for longer than you thought necessary. You make your way through the twists and turns of the corridors, attempting to remember where the dressing rooms were, eventually giving up and asking a stagehand to point you in the right direction. After thanking her profusely, you make your way towards where you hoped she had said they were.

Too lost in thought attempting to remember the exact instructions given to you, you suddenly run head first into Sam as he exits his dressing room in a hurry. “Shit, I am so sorry.” He starts, not realizing who he ran into. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Wow don’t sound excited or anything, good to see you too Sammy. Great show tonight.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound disappointed that its you or anything.” Pressing his fingertips into his forehead firmly, he squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. Opening them again he continues, “And thanks, although your boyfriend seems to think otherwise. He’s being a real piece of work right now so just tread lightly. You looking for him?”

“Yeah, I am actually. Could you point me in the right direction? I cant seem to find my way around this place at all tonight. And wait, what do you mean? What’s wrong with Danny?”

“I think he tried a new brand of drumsticks for tonight’s show and they kept breaking, something about them being ‘Cheap pieces of shit’. I don’t know, he was pretty fed up after his third pair snapped at the very end of Highway Tune.” He begins walking away from you backwards, towards where you thought the performer’s entrance must be. “Anyways, I’m too tired right now to try and talk to him more so, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, he’s your problem now. His dressing room is 2 doors back, good luck.”

You throw a weak smile in his direction as he continues backpedaling. “Thanks Sammy, goodnight.”

“Night kid.” And with that, he turns around and disappears down the corridor.

Walking over to the door Sam had said belonged to Danny, you take a deep breath, attempting to release all the tension from your body before bringing your fist up to the wood and knocking three times. “Who is it?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice snap, although muffled by the barrier between the two of you you noticed he sounded strained and angry.

“Just me love, can I come in?” You ask softly, hoping your calm responses and tone will help deescalate your boyfriend’s mood, or at least not further frustrate him.

“It’s unlocked.” He replies, and you try the handle, slowly opening the door to find Danny standing in front of the dressing room’s vanity, still shirtless after the show and bent at the waist to look in the mirror, aggressively scrubbing at his eyes with a makeup wipe.

“Hey hey hey love slow down, you’re going to rub your skin raw.” You say as you close the door behind yourself and briskly make your way over to him, grabbing his hand to stop his attack at the smudged makeup surrounding his eyes. “Let me help you, sit down please.” As he follows your instructions, taking a seat in a chair closest to the vanity, you grab a new wipe, leaning down and cupping the side of his face with one hand as you begin to gently take his ruined eyeshadow off.

Closing both of his eyes, he lets out a long sigh, and you can see his body relax under your touch. After a few quiet minutes, he says, “Thank you.”, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, love." You discard the used wipe and grab a new one to begin on the other eye. "I ran into Sam in the hall, he told me about the drumsticks. I’m sorry they were frustrating tonight, is there anything else bothering you, or was it just that?”

He takes a sharp breath in, irritation painting his features as he recalls the events of that day. “It was that and its just been a long day. The twins have been bickering all day over the smallest things, and I think Sam has been instigating for entertainment. Either that, or he can’t read a fucking room. I’m running on like 5 hours of interrupted sleep, so I guess I have been more easily agitated. Like I said, it’s just been a long, frustrating day.” He opens his eyes after you finish wiping the last of his makeup off, tossing the stained wipe into a nearby trash can and taking a seat in his lap, straddling him. You place your hands on his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze as he brings his hands up to your hips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to complain about everything today. Really, I’m alright now.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind listening, and I appreciate you telling me what’s bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?”

He sighs, letting his forehead fall forward to your shoulder. “No, I don’t think so. Venting helped, like I said I’m alright now. Just want to get back to the hotel and take a hot shower.”

You move one hand to the back of his head, and begin lightly smoothing your hand over his hair, playing with some of his curls. “Alright, then let’s get your things and head back to the hotel. You can take a nice hot shower, and then we can curl up together and pass out. How does that sound love?”

“M’not tired.” He mumbles into your shoulder. Pulling away, he looks at you with a slightly defeated expression. “You’d think I would be after getting shitty sleep and having a long day but, as much as I want to, I don’t know if I would be able to sleep any time soon. I don’t know, I feel like I still have so much pent-up energy left over, I need to do something to get it out.”

As you look down at your boyfriend beneath you, you remember how you felt tonight whenever the screens on either side of the stage showed him; how the light caught his sweat-soaked skin, how his arms looked as he played, how his tongue poked out from behind his teeth whenever he was caught up in the music, and how he threw his head back, mouth open as if an unheard moan was escaping him, as he pounded out the finale. A mischievous smile crosses your face as you bring your hand at the back of his head back down to his shoulder and continuing its decent, joined by your other hand as you slowly run them down his pecs and out to his sides. They come to a stop on his hips, just above his belt. You lean forward until your lips are centimeters away from his. “I think I know how we can fix that.” you whisper, lips brushing his.

“Oh? And what-“ he starts, before you cut him off with a searing kiss. As the kiss becomes more desperate, his hands grip your hips and you grind your hips down onto him, causing his mouth to fall open slightly as he lets out a quiet moan. You draw back, letting your eyes roam over him, from his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils, down his chest, and eventually landing on the area of his metallic pants just below his belt buckle that's becoming more and more strained by the second. You bring your gaze back up to meet his, as he looks at you with a needy want painted across his face.

He clears his throat, attempting to clear his head as well. “How about we… uh how about we head back to the hotel now and… and continue this there?” he breathily stutters out.

You lean forward once more, catching his lips with your own quickly. Keeping your face mere inches from his own, you reply, “Sounds like a plan.”, voice laced with desire. You stand up and begin collecting his belongings scattered around the room, finding a sweater and tossing it towards him, still seated in the chair. “Well?” you ask expectantly, “Are we leaving or not?”

He zones back in, having been lost in his thoughts of what you could possibly have in store for him, and frantically pulls the sweater on, getting up from the chair and making his way to the door with you by his side. “You sure you don’t want to change into sweats or something?” you question, letting out a small laugh of amusement from how eager he was to leave the arena.

“Nope, I’m alright.” He insists, despite his failed attempt at discreetly loosening his pants by pulling down on the fabric at his crotch.

“Alright,” you shrug, “Your choice.” He holds the door open for you and as you pass him you lean in, whispering, “Doesn’t matter much anyways; they’ll be coming off sooner or later.”, continuing out the door and towards the hallway you had seen Sam go down earlier.

“You coming love?” Looking back you see Danny still standing in the doorway, face flushed and lips slightly parted. He snaps his attention back to you and nearly slams the door, quickly making his way to your side, slotting his hand into yours as you exit the arena.

-

The second the door to your room closed and both of your shoes are kicked to the side, your hands are planted firmly on his chest, shoving him against the nearest wall. He lets out a surprised gasp before you connect your lips with his, one of his hands coming up to tangle in your hair and the other on your lower back, pressing you flush against his front. You playfully bite down on his lower lip and feel his hardening dick twitch as he lets out a groan. Your hands roam downwards to the hem of his sweater, and your lips leave his long enough for you to pull it off his arms and over his head. He replaces his hands on you as you begin nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck, eliciting a soft sigh as Danny leans his head back until it hits the wall behind him.

You start to trail your lips down his neck, over his collarbone, between his pecs, and down the center of his abdomen, stopping yourself on your knees at the base of his happy trail, just above where he needs you most. With his chest already rising and falling rapidly with shallow anticipatory breaths, you slowly run your hand from where it rested just above his knee upwards along the top of his thigh. It comes to a stop on his dick, and you run your hand back and forth over it, squeezing gently. His moan is followed by a breathy “Please...”. You stand and bring your lips to the shell of his ear, relishing in his small shiver from your breath on his skin.

“Please what?”

“You…” he pants, “You know what. Stop teasing.” You turn away from him, beginning to walk across the room, leaving him whining at the loss of contact. He grabs your wrist, stopping you about a foot away from the bottom of the bed. “No, wait!” he sighs. “Please… please make me feel good, love.”

You turn, giving him a wolfish grin. “Now, was that so hard?” Pulling him towards you, you turn the two of you and lightly push him towards the bed, causing the back of his knees to hit the base of it. You move your hand to his cheek, holding the sharp edge of his jaw and bring his face towards yours, keeping your eyes locked on his blown-out pupils. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.” you whisper before shoving him backwards onto the bed.

He lands on his back and slowly moves up until his head is resting against the headboard as he’s propped up on his elbows, one leg bent at the knee. You gradually make your way up the bed on your hands and knees, coming to a stop between his legs as you begin another attack on his lower abdomen, lightly sinking your teeth into the soft flesh there before soothing the sting with soft kisses. His fists grip the sheets as you pull your mouth away and leisurely undo his belt buckle, undoing the button of his pants and drawing the zipper down. You maintain eye contact with him as your hands find his waistband and hook your fingers under the hem of both his boxers and pants, taking your time pulling them down his legs as his cock springs free of its constraints. Once free of his clothes, you grip his thigh with one hand and take him in your hand with the other, causing him to gasp at the contact. You look him in the eyes as you lick a stripe up the underside of him from base to tip, swirling your tongue over his already leaking head. You finally wrap your lips around him, sinking down and taking him all the way despite your gag reflex screaming at you to stop.

“Oh my fucking god.” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall back. You pull yourself off him completely, causing him to open his eyes in surprise and groan in protest.

“I want your eyes on me until you’re cumming down my throat, got it? You’re not getting shit if I don’t see you watching how good I’m taking you.” You wait for a response, cocking an eyebrow when you don’t get one. “I said, got it?”

“Yes. I got it, I won’t look away I promise. Please keep going.” His whine turns into a loud moan as you sink back down onto him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You bring your head back up, your hand pumping his base as you hollow your lips around his head, bobbing up and down. He struggles to keep his eyes on you, but keeps his promise as you continue fervently sucking him off, his knuckles turning white as he fists the sheets below him. “Fuck baby, that feels so good.” he gasps as you let out a hum of satisfaction. “Just like that, oh fuck I’m so close.”

You moan at his words, the vibrations sending him over the edge as he screws his eyes shut, his back arching off the bed as his head loudly hits the headboard and he lets out a string of moans and curse words, and you feel his hot release coat the back of your throat. His arms give out and he collapses fully onto his back, panting heavily as you pull off of him, cleaning any remaining cum off him with your tongue.

You move up the bed until you are laying on your side next to him and gently brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear, cradling his cheek with your hand and turning his face towards yours as you place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “How about we go take a shower and get you better cleaned up, love?”

He opens his eyes, squinting at you in blissed-out confusion. “What about you? You took care of me, now it’s your turn to feel good.” he half-whines.

“Tonight was about making you feel good, baby. You’ve had a long day, you need rest. We can cuddle up and fall asleep right after we shower; I’ll be alright tonight, I promise I don’t need anything right now.”

“Fine…” he grumbles. “But I’m gonna repay the favor sometime soon.”

You laugh, “Sounds like a deal.”, gently kissing him before getting off the bed and pulling him to the edge, leaving him sitting there as you strip your own clothes off. Once undressed, he wraps his arms around your abdomen, pulling you in between his legs as he peppers your stomach with soft kisses. You let him, placing your hands in his hair and playing with his curls for a few moments. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s go.” you say as you grab his hands and unwrap him from yourself before tugging him to a stand. You let go of one hand as you make your way towards the bathroom, pulling him along behind you.

You shower in comfortable silence, finally finishing 30 minutes later after frequently interrupting your routines with short, lazy make-out sessions. You dry off and change into your PJ’s, him in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, and you in light shorts and one of his T shirts, and complete your nighttime routines side by side. Once finished, Danny crawls into the bed, holding the sheet up for you as you crawl in next to him. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his chest in a bear hug and you bring your hands up to rest on his chest, forehead against his collarbone as you tangle your legs together.

You’re the first to break the silence; “Love you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper as your breath fans across his chest.

The last thing you hear before drifting off into a warm, deep sleep is his sleepy response of, “Love you too.”

[oliversrarebooks]

Hi!! so i recently just found your blog and i am literally in love with your work! i recently just saw a prompt that was like a musical villain who has the power to hypnotize their audience (and especially hero) through their stage performance or just by singing, and i was wondering if u you would like write anything based off that? totally fine if not, thanks queen!😁🤍

Excellent taste in prompts!

TW: mind control, imagery of restraints

She had to admit, she was happy to have a night off for a change.

Hero had been working very long shifts lately. Between the glue factory explosion two weeks ago, the string of bank robberies carried out by perpetrators who couldn't remember what they had done afterwards, and the return and subsequent defeat of notorious supervillain Radioface, it felt like she hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep in ages, much less time off.

The commissioner had noticed Hero's deterioration, as well. That's why she insisted that Hero take the tickets to the hottest musical act in town, the one that was sold out every night. She'd seen the act a week before, loved it, and decided that the only way to force Hero to take some time off would be giving her tickets she couldn't possibly refuse. After all, they were impossible to get unless you lined up all day or had connections.

So that was why Hero had dressed up in something other than her costume or training sweats for the first time in a long time. She was standing in the crowd near the stage, and everyone around her was buzzing with excitement.

"This is my fifth time here!" said a young woman wearing a bright yellow tank top.

"You're so lucky," said her friend. "I could've never even gotten tickets if it weren't for you."

The anticipation was so thick in the air that Hero felt like she was getting swept up in it too. How often did she just get to be a civilian, dressed in cute clothes among a big crowd, anonymous and mercifully free of responsibility? A night like this didn't come often, so she might as well cut loose and enjoy herself.

The lights cut, and instead of the commotion Hero expected, the crowd immediately went dead silent. The tension hung in the air for a moment before the stage lit up in a kaleidoscope of neon rainbow shapes. Synthwave music was fading in from the many amplifiers, and just as it reached a crescendo, a spotlight hit center stage, illuminating the city's biggest pop sensation, Siren Waves.

Her voice rang out clear and strong above the synths, launching into her first song, and Hero was immediately captivated. Her opening number was an aggressive song about power and control with a catchy beat and a great hook, and her voice was the sort that was borderline addictive to listen to. In her peripheral vision, Hero could see that the entire crowd around her was entranced and hanging on to her every word, and she could see why. She'd have to look up the artist on streaming later so she could listen to this during workouts.

Siren strode across the stage with flashy confidence, her glitter-encrusted outfit sparkling in the multi-colored lights, her cocky grin showing that she knew very well how much the audience was eating out of her hand. She went straight from her first song to her second without a break, this one with an intense, driving bass line that made Hero want to dance. Indeed, a good portion of the crowd was dancing in place to the beat, and Hero felt her own head bobbing before she could stop herself.

It really was fun to lose herself in the crowd, the beat, the colorful light show, and especially Siren's fantastic voice. She was singing about building something, hard work and devotion, and while Hero couldn't follow all of the lyrics, the way Siren sang them just made her feel good.

"Thank you everybody!" said Siren once the song finished. "For this next song, I want to slow things down a little. This is a song about feeling powerless."

A good portion of the crowd cheered.

"We all feel powerless sometimes," Siren continued. "And what a lot of people don't want to admit is that feeling powerless can be nice. It can be nice to have no responsibility, to relax and float along and let things happen to you. This is a song about that very special feeling."

The music started up again, but even though it wasn't loud and intense like the previous two songs, it was no less compelling. The slower song was a fantastic showcase for Siren's versatile voice. It was if all of Hero's cares and worries were melting away, and the only thing that existed was the music, the flashing lights, and the electrifying presence of Siren Waves.

Powerless... Hero certainly had experienced her fair share of that. Tied up, caught in traps, subdued with power suppressants, injured, knocked out... it drove Hero crazy when she had nothing to do but endure and wait for a rescue.

But...

...it could be nice, sometimes, too.

The beautiful voice and the lyrics were stirring up feelings in Hero. Feelings she normally liked to suppress. The idea that it could be nice to be powerless... that it wasn't so bad to be tied up, helpless, subdued... it wasn't as if she hadn't thought that before. She just had to save any of those thoughts and urges for when she wasn't doing heroics, for obvious reasons.

And these days, she was pretty much always doing heroics. No time for any of that.

No time to think about being powerless... bound... relaxing... letting go...

Siren's voice really was impossibly beautiful. Hero could listen to this all day. Hero could listen to this forever, really.

The thought stirred something in Hero's hazy mind. This voice... this song... it sounded familiar, didn't it? Siren was using her amplifiers to turn her voice into something synthetic, but the underlying quality of it... it was something Hero was increasingly certain she had heard before.

Where had she heard this voice? It was hard to concentrate, especially when it was so nice to stop thinking and drift along on the song. It was nice to think about times when she'd been captured and at the villain's mercy, writhing against ropes and waiting for a chance to escape, the villain whispering threats and promises in her ear.

Wait. Hero knew that voice.

Two years back, Hero had faced down a young woman with an irresistible mind control voice. It'd been one of her hardest cases yet, owing in part to the fact that each time Hero failed to catch the villain, she'd captured Hero and put her under her spell. Hero could still remember so clearly how it felt to be bound and gagged, listening to the villain's sweet hypnotic voice, her mind becoming hazy and floaty, her fight fading away as she succumbed to the villain's control. 

So good to be powerless. So good to relax. So good to stop thinking and be guided under a gentle hypnotic spell. 

Hero shook her head, trying to snap herself out of it. This was that same voice, she was sure of it. It was obscured with voice modulation, and the woman had disguised herself in flashy clothes and heavy stage makeup, but that was a voice she could never forget.

But wasn't she still in jail...?

...It was probably fine... she was here to have a nice evening off... she didn't need to do hero work... she just needed to pay attention to the concert...

She shook herself awake again. The amplified music was impossible to escape from, and she was already halfway under its spell. 

Powerless... so powerless...

No...! She wasn't powerless at all. She could storm the stage, take down the amplifiers, even just clamp a hand over Siren's mouth.

She was right in the thick of the crowd, though. All around her she could see glassy-eyed people staring up at Siren with utterly enraptured faces, swaying gently back and forth to the slow song. As she tried to gather herself and get closer to the stage, the zombie-eyed fans were unwilling to budge.

Why fight it...? Why fight it at all? Why fight it when it was so, so nice to just let the beautiful music take her away...

"Hey," said Hero weakly, shaking the shoulder of the woman in the yellow tank top. "You have to let me through. We're all being brainwashed by the music."

The woman managed to tear her eyes away from the stage, blinking slowly at Hero. "Yeah..." she said with a blissful smile. "I just love being brainwashed by Siren..."

Well, that definitely wasn't going to go anywhere. Hero was trapped in the hypnotized crowd.

Might as well give up...

No, she could use her powers to... to...

Sway gently to the rhythm of the music... let her mind relax... give in...

Hero looked up at the stage, the swirling lights, Siren's glittering makeup, and it seemed almost like the singer was singing directly to her. 

And all Hero could think about was how badly she wanted to be captured, to relax helplessly into inescapable binds, to hear that hypnotic voice whispering seductively in her ear. To give up all control, to not have to worry about the fate of the city or the danger she was in, to just let the music...

Let the music in...

A blissful, hazy feeling settled over her as she fell completely under the music's spell, forgetting why she was struggling. Why struggle against something that felt so, so good? The music was filling her head with all sorts of delicious, buried desires. As she stood there watching, letting all the tension drain from her tired muscles, she could practically feel the pull of soft bonds on her wrists, the touch of a hand on her head, the dizzying thrill of being at someone's mercy.

God, yes, this was what she wanted. So perfect.

The mesmeric song came to a close, but nothing was about to break the spell laid on the audience. "Thank you all for listening so very closely," said Siren. "My next number is a song I think a lot of you already know. It's a song about obedience and pleasure."

Hero felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Now, for this song, when I sing 'obey me,' you sing...?"

"Yes, mistress!" called out the crowd in unison. Someone very near Hero was yelling very, very enthusiastically.

"Very good! Let's try that again. Obey me...!"

"Yes, mistress!" 

"Obey me!"

"Yes, mistress!" Hero realized that the enthusiastic yelling was her.

"And we have a very special guest in the crowd today."

Siren was looking right at her and smiling, a wicked Cheshire Cat grin that made Hero weak in the knees.

"Come on up to the stage, sweet thing," she said, beckoning. "That's right, I mean you."

The crowd, which had been completely impenetrable just a few minutes before when she was trying to escape it, parted immediately to let her through. She took a few hesitant steps towards the stage, feeling as if she were sleepwalking, or deep in a dream. Hands were nudging her forward, encouraging.

Siren reached a hand down.

Her touch was electric, being so near to her intoxicating, and Hero helped herself be swept onto the stage.

"My special guest. I'm so glad to see you here," said Siren, and now that she was close, Hero could recognize those sparkling eyes, the ones she still thought about far too often. Without a doubt, it was that same villain. And judging by Siren's cat-that-ate-the-canary face, she knew that Hero knew.

Hero's mind struggled very, very briefly against the chains of trance ensorcelling her, as Siren drew her closer and turned her towards the audience. "Here she is! The city's pride and joy, the most hardworking superhero in the state. Everyone welcome Hero!"

The crowd went wild, and Hero stared out at all the blissed-out smiles, trying to pull her mind into gear. She was in her civilian clothes with no mask, and Siren had just announced to the packed venue that she was Hero. This seemed bad, really bad... but trying to think of how it was bad left Hero's mind hitting a wall of fog.

"I wanted to show my appreciation for everything you've done for the city, Hero," said Siren, pulling Hero in close and petting her hair, and oh, hearing her voice so close, her real voice with no distortion or amplifiers, was like having liquid honey poured in her vulnerable mind. "So this next song is dedicated to you."

Siren wrapped her arms around Hero as she sang the first sweet notes of her melody, and whatever remained of Hero's willpower was gone. Siren was singing to her of obedience, of vulnerability, of the sweet, irresistible pull of submission. 

Hero had been so, so exhausted. So stressed. This was what she needed, what she craved. She needed to rest her mind, let someone else make all the decisions for her. She needed the song to wash all her worries away. 

And she deserved it. She must deserve it, because Siren had brought her up on stage to sing so beautifully just for her.

"Fall to your knees for me," she sang, and Hero sank. The crowd felt like a distant memory as she surrendered to Siren in front of thousands of civilians. It all felt so completely and utterly right.

From her position kneeling at Siren's feet, Hero had the best possible view of the concert. There was nothing between her and the source of her euphoria. Here, she could lose herself entirely in the music, letting her mind ebb away with the hypnotic melody.

Hero didn't know how long the concert went on. She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, it could go on forever, the music driving her further and further into obedient trance, lights flashing all around her as her new master sang.

And then, it was quiet.

"Thank you all for coming!" Siren called out to the crowd, bowing. "Keep an eye on the mail for further instructions or free tickets!"

Hero blinked slowly as the neon light show stopped and the stage lights dimmed. She could hear the crowd shuffling out, far quieter than one would expect for so many people exiting a loud pop concert. 

She felt so disappointed that the concert was over already. It felt like it was over in the blink of an eye. Still, she had to do what her master wanted. She began struggling to her feet, her knees sore from the stage floor.

A hand on her head stopped her. "Oh, no, not you, my little hero," said the delicious voice. "I have a special encore for you and you alone to hear."

Hero's breath hitched with excitement.

"You're going to join me backstage, and I'm going to sing you into being my willing puppet to overthrow the city. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

The music was too deep in her brain for her to say anything else. "Yes, master, yes, it does."

[juno-of-wonderland]

Hello. I got an idea after listening to these songs - requiem ver chogakusei Alien Stage - sweet dreams. Namely, that Yu has the magic of music (more precisely, magic manifests itself when Yu sings or plays musical instruments, sometimes when he dances). And I would like the guys to catch Yu during one of these actions (dormitory wardens + Jamil). Just imagine how Yu sings requiem and magic begins to appear in the form of flames/shining stars/flowers, etc.)

you brought me some memories and I love ideas involving music, most of my entries are made with a POV playlist and I swear I tried to do it in dorm order, but I was blocked so I wrote who already had one (yes, I I do everything disorganized and then together) and as my limit is 7 characters, I believe you asked to change Kalim for Jamil, if not, just let me know and I'll do his THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

Azul Ashengrotto

-Azul was ending the day and going to his room -but the kitchen lights were on, which made him frown, don't people know how much energy can cost? -as he was approaching, he heard a small voice singing "I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something" -he sneaked in to see you and his eyes widened -there you are, washing the dishes, a normal thing, if it weren't for the small bubbles forming around you and the water apparently wanting to come out of the sink -he was certainly stunned for too long for you to stop your work and look at him -you stare at each other in silence -he clears his throat and says he appreciates you staying until everything is finished, but it's already late and he's going to walk you to the mirror -if you act as if nothing had happened or don't know that anything happened, he will understand that tiredness is causing some kind of jock -if you seem nervous, then he knows that what he saw was your secret… that he can use later

Malleus Draconia

-this man loves the night, we all know, but you didn't expect him to show up today -you start singing outside the ramshackle and doing a very small and centered dance -it's not really a dance, it's just a swing -small flowers bloom next to your feet as you says "Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree" for the second time -and the dragon is watching everything -he is surprised but delighted by your performance, he finds it adorable -he only talks to you when you finish -Malleus asks about your magic with interest, but if you don't want to talk about it, he won't insist, even if it upsets him -please sing him another song

Idia Shroud

-a miracle happened and this man was outside his room -he wanted to play a new game with you -Idia just didn't expect to catch you singing alone in a completely personal and shameful moment -he planned to sneak out, he was really going to do it! but your voice is so jahavsbgsjsbsfgssnj he sounds like an otome boy, stop doing this to him! -you start another song "one vague, misjudged view like a faint flower gone insane " -and that's when he realizes, small spark of fire dancing on top of his head -he leans over from where he was hiding, to get a better look… and ends up tripping and falling -Please don't do anything to him! he didn't want to peep! -if he has the courage to mention what happened while you were singing and you look confused, he will get excited like "I think you unlocked a power because you were brought here like in an isekai… in fact you are already in one isekai" -if you are aware of this ability, it will be your little secret, he will keep this information and fulfill the promise

Vil Schoenheit

-Vil was going to her dorm, to take you on a comparison trip -This man's ears are trained and he doesn't even need to open the door to see that you are singing -he ponders whether he should go or not, he chose to stay and open the door slowly and you sing "if i became a butterfly, so free"

-and look at his surprise when he saw you beaming like a crystal while (trying to) clean -several occasional sparkles and butterfly's swirling around you -you get scared when you see him -"your performance…" Vil begins "it wasn't bad, but I'm disappointed that you hid your magic potato" he's serious -after all, his magic suits you, he wants to know why you don't tell anyone, but he won't be invasive, he will be… subtle

Jamil Viper

-I couldn't think of an excuse for this guy to find you, so let's get to the basics -he was passing in the hallway when he heard his voice coming from an empty room -he pulled up next to the door and heard you sing "Lord, Please when the song is over, save me please My Father, My Universe Take away the small and weak me" -and when he looks at you and literally sees stars dancing with you -this man is bewildered, I think tiredness has finally caught up with him -but he remains silent, without interrupting you, you seem so carefree now, he doesn't want to take away that feeling -At some point he will leave, you won't even notice it -he needs to see this again and make sure it wasn't something in his head

Leona Kingsholar

-Now I Live in Darkness Bring me brightness Show me proof you hear my sound Live in darkness Bring me brightness Show me proof you're here now -His ears twitched at that, why does someone always have to show up at the botanical garden and disturb his sleep? -Leona intended to go back to sleep when he recognized your voice -he decided to sit down and look at the free and private show he was getting -…why are there rose petals surrounding like a hurricane and why are flowers blooming on the bushes? -he remained quiet, his mind loading until you noticed him -this guy has a mischievous smile on his face -"it seems that the herbivore hides several little things, doesn't it?"

Riddle Roseheart

-you had offered to help paint the roses -you were bored and started singing "Sweet Dream, it's today, wait for me I'll go see you soon, woo~woo~woo" along with small movements -a crown of flowers began to form on his head and roses as red as blood surrounded the garden -like when you hear a familiar voice behind you, you even spill paint on yourself -"since…since when can you do this?" -Don't try to pretend you didn't notice -he is willing to listen and help you control this magic better -he thinks what you do is really beautiful…just don't say it out loud

I hope I got the songs you said right

[reidslovely]

Loves Never Lost (If Your Love is in Trouble Rewrite)

The Prologue

Chapter Warning: Death. Literally everywhere.

Glass crunched around his feet as he landed, the web that brought him down snapping and dissipating into thin air almost how the oxygen left in his lungs. His breath was rigid and tight as he watched her dangling there. Head back, her back arched as the web held her up, there was something pale and ghostly about her. He reached his hand out to touch her, taking the fallen girl into his arms as Peter cradled her as tenderly as he could. Gentle as if she was fine china he’s placed behind glass for a special occasion. He dropped to his knees the woman he loved laying across his lap as he pushed hair from her face. Blood trickled from her nose, slowly over her cheek and onto his suit.

There was no movement as he shook her, whimpering out a soft “No..no. Hey..hey.” 

His gloved hand patted at her cheek waiting for her to stir. 

A loud, hyena type laugh could be heard from above him. It was followed by a loud intake of air and a whimper of pain. 

“Oh Peter.” The voice taunted, tired and worn out. “What have you done?” 

Months earlier…

Peter’s back pressed against the siding of the house, a tough and worn brick scratching into the freshly abused skin on his back. He hissed to himself, out of both boredom and pain, tossing the biochem book he’d picked up from campus earlier to the side. Sitting up on the old brownstone gave him a whole view of the Queens’ neighborhood, and an even better view of a certain window on the left side of the house across the street. Peter would have noticed those sheer blue curtains anywhere. A scent of salted caramel and vanilla that was nothing but a memory danced around him as he watched her pad across the floor of her childhood room. A room he knew like the back of his hand and every freckle on her body, a room he’d found himself in far too many times. 

It was like watching a ghost wonder around a haunted house. Though when thinking about a ghost you think of soft movements, quiet and quick. Not hers. She was clumsy and in a rush. Her hair, seemingly freshly dyed a bright red, clipped up as she dug through her clothes. Her soft white robe slipped from her shoulder as she dug. Peter stared for far too long, watching her with his head perched on his knees. 

He was the ghost. 

That fact was evident when he saw the way her face contorted into all the stages of grief as she caught his eye. He’d felt like a kid who’d been caught in the middle of stealing sweets before dinner. His hand turned up in a nervous wave as he watched her. His first acknowledgement of her in almost two years. The simple motion set off the drill in the center of his brain, however, she waved back. Drawing her curtains shut after a few seconds. He wondered if that was it. That was the start of the stranger phase. 

“Peter!” The sudden appearance of May’s voice drew his eyes downward. His aunt stood on the sidewalk, grocery bags in her arms, the trunk of the car open. “A little help please.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Be right down.” 

Peter crawled back into his window, taking a quick look across the street seeing her glancing between the curtains, eyes searching for something she might have lost. Peter drew in a soft breath and in return drew his black out curtain closed. 

Writing has been hard the last couple months. I have wanted to have an ongoing fic, and I wanted to continue the plot for my 'If You Love is in Trouble" fic I stopped writing a few months back. I have had a lot of mental health problems pop up within the last few months and it has been very hard for me to write and feel like I have a space. So I'm back with a rewrite of a fic I was originally very excited to write.

Let's hope I can finish this one out- please have patience as I am finding my footing again. Thank you, love y'all.

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[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Something Takes A Part Of Me (SinsDC)

Something Takes A Part Of Me:

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader “Nyx” x August Walker x Walter Marshall

Summary:

Actions will always speak louder than words.

Warnings:

18+ Only MDNI, Smut, PWP, Unprotected Sex, Voyeurism, Group Sex, Light BDSM 

Notes:

The music set to this session is “Freak On A Leash” by Korn, “Disease” by Lady Gaga and “Comfortable” by H.E.R. Give them a listen to get into the mood. Happy Reading Heathens  😈

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

“Hello Boys.” You address your favorite set of brothers. “It’s a pleasure to see you in your most natural element.”

“Barely clothed and ready to serve?” Walter retorts.

“That’d be the one.” You turn your head towards the stoic man relaxing on the plush armchair in the corner. “So this is what you had in mind for tonight when you requested my final session and told me you had it handled.”

“You started your night with them onstage. Great show by the way.  Why not involve them in the finishing of your night as well.” Bucky shrugs.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. I’m excited to see what you have planned. Your teammates chose to spend our time one-on-one. Hoarding me all to themselves. Yet you chose to take control of planning and include my boys in yours. Safe to say, I am happily at your mercy, Wolfie.”

August rises from the bed. Shirtless and looking every bit the dangerous man you know him to be. “Told ya she wouldn’t put up a fight. Our dark darling can’t help but crave submission at the end of a long night. Isn’t that right, Ladybug?”

He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. Dipping it in the center and pushing it into your mouth, where you instinctually begin to suck it.

Walter, also shirtless, promptly joins his brother. Caging you between them as he kisses your shoulder. It’s a position as normal as breathing for the three of you.

“Looks like her brain is starting to shut down already, Barnes. You better relay your plan before she gets all floaty and drifts away.” 

You relax your shoulders as he places a kiss to the back of your neck. Thankful that Bucky requested that your hair be up and you wear something simple and made of silk that you could easily remove.

“Nyx, look at me.” 

Bucky commands. There is strength in his voice but it never rises. You turn your head in his direction. Dropping August’s thumb in the process.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” You hum. “Very, very green.”

“Are you coherent enough to listen to my instructions and set of rules?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He stands up from his seat and walks over to join the three of you.

“Now here is what is going to happen.” He ghosts his metallic fingers down your arm. “Walter and August are going to do what they do best and please you while I watch from my chair in the corner. Make a real show of it. They are allowed to do everything except fuck you to bring you right to the edge. They are not allowed to make you cum. You will only cum when I say you can. Understand, babygirl?”

You nod your head. Leaning back into Walter as he grips your hips.

“You know better than that hellion. Use your words so our playtime can begin.” He reminds you.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good girl.” Bucky places a kiss on your lips and makes his way back to his seat. “Don’t disappoint me gentlemen. Your own orgasms depend on it.”

“You heard the man. Let’s give him a good show.” August grins down at you. “But first there is something I desperately need to do.”

With a hand gently placed on your cheek, he leans his head down and presses his lips to yours in a toe tingling kiss.

“I will never grow tired of that. Now arms up darling. Thatta girl. Walt, you know what to do.”

Nimble fingers dance along your hips and down your thighs until they reach the hem of your black silk chemise. With a gentle grip the fabric is pulled up and off of your body as the three of you sway to an unheard beat.

The boys are in their stage slacks, so with a quick pull, there are no more barriers separating you all.

Walter, still behind you, leans down to your left ear. The one facing away from Bucky.

“How much do you really want to show him, Bug? We’ll do as he requested but our allegiance always resides with you and your comfortability.”

You turn your neck to face him. Sheltering your face from Bucky in the process.

“I have nothing to hide. Not when it comes to the two of you. He should see how deep this goes when we’re not on stage. You don’t need to perform. Just treat me like you always do behind closed doors.”

“Good enough for me. August?”

“I’d say that consent was as enthusiastic as it gets. Now enough chit chat. Let’s play.”

August does not hesitate to plunge two of his thick fingers into your soaked entrance. Causing you to gasp and toss your head back.

“Always so responsive and wet for us. It’s like her body knows she’s come home.”

“Is Auggie right? Does your body give you away so easily?”

He reaches down from behind. Pushing his own thick digit inside of you to join August’s. Your breath begins to staccato at the overwhelming feeling of fullness and the heat that surrounds you, radiating off of your most loyal companions.

They work in tandem, fingering you fast then slow. Bringing you to the edge with ease time and time again. It is a game of chase you are sorely losing. 

Your natural bratty urge to be defiant has been reduced to ashes as you lose yourself to the incessant call for release.

By the time they lay you out on the bed and begin to take turns feasting upon your overly sensitive and overworked cunt, you're lost to the madness of need.

You have become a mindless hull. Reduced to begging and pleading for Bucky to let you come.

“Soon.” 

It’s the only response you receive, until he rises from his chair. Giving a subtle nod to Walter & August and they pull back from you.

Like a wolf stalking his prey, Bucky makes his way towards your prone frame. An Incubus demon in the flesh. Emerging from the shadows to devour you whole. His metal arm catching the light, as he ghosts it along your body.

With a smile that could rival Lucifers himself, you watch on, locked behind your lust filled haze, as the black and gold patterned vibranium disappears between your thighs.

A moan rings out. Loud and guttural. It takes you a minute to realize the sound is coming from you. You look down to see what could possibly be pulling such sounds from your throat.

There lies Bucky. Hair a disheveled mess while his tongue teases tiny circles on your bundle of nerves and three metal fingers slowly rub against that sweet spongy spot inside. With a wink he doubles his efforts. Sucking your clit into his mouth as he adds pressure and vibration to your g spot with his magical mechanical fingers.

He only releases your clit long enough to growl out “Come” against your folds before sucking your clit back into his mouth with a flourish.

No other words were needed. With the command you had been patiently waiting on, finally spoken, you come apart.

A nebulous of color and stars decorate the inside of your eyelids as you give into the pull of ecstasy. Every spasm of your walls around his fingers can be felt down to your toes. This orgasm is one for the books, that's for sure.

Satisfied with the taste of your release on his tongue, Bucky slides up your body. Brushing the sweat soaked hair from your brow.

“Hey, doll.”

“Hi”

“You all pleasured out? Or do you have a little more in you?”

“I’m not out for the count yet. I’m still conscious.” You quip.

“Good girl.” He smiles. “Your boys have done such a wonderful job tonight. I think they have earned their own reward. Think you can handle that.”

“For them? I can handle anything.”

He turns to the brothers sitting either side of you. They just grin like fools. Content with their place in your life.

“Alright babygirl. Remind me what that mouth does so well. I want you to suck your boys off at the same time.”

A shit eating grin splits Bucky's face. Thinking he has pulled a fast one on the men only to be thwarted as the both kneel above you. Dick heads touching as you lean up onto your elbows and take them both in your mouth.

They may be brothers, but they are not shy when it comes to you. They’ve tagged teamed you many a time and it’s not much different than their dicks rubbing against each other from inside you. Sort of comes with the territory.

It’s not long before their chests are heaving and their hips aiding in their mutual destruction. You wrap a hand around each of them and begin stroking. With a choked gasp and a groan the first rope of creamy white decorates your tongue. Your mouth quickly filling with their delayed release.

Like the good little sex worker that you are, you keep every drop safe until they gently pull away from your mouth. With a challenging gaze at Bucky you open your mouth. Showing off your tasty prize before swallowing it all down. Licking your lips and sticking out your tongue for added effect.

“Say goodbye boys.” Bucky calmly states. Not falling prey to your tactics.

Leaning forward both men kiss your forehead. Grabbing their discarded slacks, they pull them back on and head for the door.

“Have fun!” Walt teases as they cross the threshold.

Your head is turned away from the door by a flesh hand. Bucky’s handsome face hovering above you.

“You just going to stare at me all night o…”

Your sentence is cut off as Bucky gives in and finally kisses you. It’s possessive and hungry, as he spreads your thighs wide enough for him to fit between. Pulling back he grabs the back of his shirt and lifts it over his head. Tossing it aside before shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs and maneuvering them off his legs.

His cock is angry and red. Precum coating the head and dripping down the generous shaft. He can’t stand not being inside you a moment longer. Gripping the base, he notches himself at your quivering and drenched entrance.

Placing his hands above you on the headboard, he leans down to kiss you as pushes his way inside. Bottoming out and nipping your lip as he fucks you slow and deep. Moving his hips like one of your best male dancers. Drugging you with each stroke. 

Removing his hands from the headboard he presses his forehead to yours. Reaching down to wrap your legs around his waist. Elevating your hips and plunging deeper as he takes his time imprinting his feelings for you deep into your soul with each connection of your pelvis to his. 

This is no one way street. You are giving as good as you are getting. Grinding along with him. Letting him know, with your body, that you feel it too. 

That is when something unexpected happens. 

As your lips touch once more, a jolt shoots through you both. Setting the pair of you off as you come together. Keeping the same deep lazy pace as your walls milk him for all he is worth. You can’t even be bothered to separate right away. 

You stay locked together. Mapping each other's scars with your fingers and exchanging soft kisses. 

“That was…”

“Intense?” You fill in.

“Yes. But I wasn't planning on ‘making love’ to you. Not tonight anyway.”

“So you were planning on doing it someday in the future?”

“Yes. Not at the club though. But emotions are unpredictable, as most things in my life are, and once I started I just couldn’t stop. I hope I didn't ruin the night for you.”

“Far from it. You ended it beautifully.” You smile at him. “I am not the least bit upset at this turn of events. If you didn't notice, I responded in kind. So we’re good there. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. Just not tonight. I’d like the magic to stay here for a little while before the real world bursts our bubble of peace.”

“Deal.” You caress his scruffy cheek. “Oh and Bucky, where did you learn to move your hips like that? I may need to hire you.”

He tilts his head back and laughs. The sound vibrating against your chest with its boisterousness.

[ceiling-karasu]

Jollin and the Festival

The afternoon before the start of the Dano Dragon Boat festival, Nayeon greeted Jollin as he returned home from his rounds, chattering happily as usual. As the spring crops came in around her family farm, the bunny had come by multiple times in the past few weeks to borrow the cart he used for larger courier and mail deliveries around his assigned area of Flower Hill.

Jollin did not mind. Nayeon only borrowed it when she knew he was going to have a light load the next day, or had the day off. And besides, letting her borrow the cart increased the chances of her gifting him a few extra bits of produce as a neighborly thanks, a luxury unheard of back when he was a half-starved laborer in the Weasel Kingdoms.

The entire community seemed to think he was too malnourished for his own good, not knowing that his thinner body and less fluffy tail was due to him being a dormouse scout for the enemy, and not actually a squirrel as they assumed. He dreaded to think about what would happen if they figured it out. Then again, instead of publicly exposing him, they would likely contact the Cherry Valley command center, who would explain that yes, he had actually defected long ago, and was happily being used as bait to lure out other scouts who may have escaped the roundup of the other Tokgasi agents. Or so the hedgehog and squirrel commander had assumed, and continued to believe.

“…I do hope you are able to attend the festival, tomorrow! I just hope it is not interrupted by the Weasel Unit, but surely not even they would be inconsiderate enough to attack a peaceful festival when an international crowd is around. Even I get to perform on stage in the afternoon! I have been practicing in every free moment I get! But I won’t tell you what I am performing. It’s a secret you will have to see for yourself,” Nayeon could hardly keep still as she laughed, bold and shy at the same time.

Jollin could guess that she would probably perform a dance, perhaps in tune to some folk music, or even an opera song. Over the last few weeks, she had taken to wearing a traditional hanbok- or chosŏn-ot, as Flower Hill called them- in every spare moment, twirling as she moved. Even Jollin had noticed her gracefulness, which made her a prime candidate for one of the floating dances performed on the peninsula. He had heard of those, although it had previously been a delicate spectacle reserved only for the weasels and other upper class groups in their mansions and theaters. Granted, she still had to work, so the chima was not as long as to cover the boots, and was not adorned in complex patterns, but she would likely be wearing a proper version at the festival. Still, even he knew not to spoil the surprise, needing to fake some cheerfulness and mimic the excitement of the fools of the country.

“Oh! I simply cannot wait! The Command Center does need me to deliver a few packages tomorrow, but I bet they will need to be taken to the festival anyway,” he laughed. Really, the commanders had already approached him with intel that another Tokgasi agent was to appear at the festival, and wanted him, the supposed defector, to hunt them down. “But it will be getting dark soon! You had best be on your way home so you can help the others with the crops! Otherwise, you will all have to do it in the dark, and that can be dangerous! You might oversleep.”

“Yes, sir!” The bunny tittered She waved, then quickly moved down the path and around the hills towards her home, pulling the cart.

Jollin was not necessarily worried about Nayeon being out alone in the dark. Granted, the Tokgasi survivors were hiding out in the area, but it was unlikely they would go for her. There was a danger of a rouge scout taking her hostage to try and get the dormouse courier to shelter them, of course, thinking that they were close friends. But he knew that despite her looks, Nayeon had already been through the mandatory conscription of Flower Hill. She should know how to fight off an attacker, especially given her grandfather being a top general.

Which made him wonder if she was really the happy, bubbly bunny she appeared to be. As far as he was concerned, his paranoia over her being a plant by Cherry Valley was fully justified. Particularly after her grandfather, the doddering old retired soldier, who would absentmindedly, in his loneliness and age, give away secrets about Flower Hill’s defenses and movements, had turned out to be a fully in charge general, who was feeding him false information as part of a Flower Hill plot to use an enemy scout to destabilize the opposing army. Apparently, Flower Hill, as with other nations, were surprisingly fine with allowing a scout to live and work in their homeland. However, the fact that the scout was not sending the false information back to his handlers as they had planned was an actual problem, as it meant that Weasel Unit forces were not falling into traps that had been set up. It forced the general to drop his charade early out of frustration, and for the Flower Hill commanders to formally induct him as a defector from the enemy.

So, what about his granddaughter, Nayeon? Living so close to the Command Center, it was possible that her role to play was to casually drop information on what he should be doing, in a way that would not sound like an order, should he prove obstinate to demands. Come to the festival, a loud place he had no interest in, and stand near a stage, possibly to meet up and chat with a ‘friendly’ hedgehog about infiltration he had seen other than the Weasel Unit soldiers who had been purposefully invited.

On the other hand, she could simply be that innocent, somehow. It would be a bad idea to question her. If it was the latter, and she found out he was one of the enemies? I wouldn’t see her as often. There would go all the extra food, and news from around Flower Hill that he did need to pass on to his handlers. As far as he could tell, she had no parents, and lived with her grandfather, and given the current war and occupations, there was usually a reason for that.

So, being a bit paranoid about what he said and did was reasonable. The commanders and the soldiers saw it as typical mouse nervousness, while the citizens out of conscription saw him as a poor shellshocked victim from the border, afraid to make friends in case he lost them again. Let both those groups believe that. It makes it easier to meet up with Tokgasi alone.

Which was another reason Jollin needed Nayeon to leave so early. He could see the smudge on one of the stones leading up to the walkway to his house his own house. Someone like him, a Tokgasi scout, would easily recognize the faint Weasel Unit symbol on the ground, signaling that there was a message for him. Jollin lay a hand on the fence post, waiting for Nayeon to shift positions, so the straw hat hanging off his back would block her view of his hand snatching the calling card from Tokgasi affixed to the fence post.

My own house. He hardly could have dreamed of having his own private residence in his previous country. Small, but his own. His own bedroom, a main room, working plumbing in a bathroom, and closets for extra clothing of all things. And the fools had just given this to him, either thinking he was one of their own, or had happily switched sides.

He could get an even greater house if he gave Flower Hill over to Tokgasi and the Weasel Unit. A larger home, with luxuries Flower Hill eschewed, maybe even his own servants, as he had seen other mice get for procuring a great victory for their weasel masters, should they be so inclined.

And perhaps, despite how nice they had been, the thought that Flower Hill fully deserved destruction for their inaction towards the suffering taking place in Usuhan Jiyeog still arose. Just sitting back and not interfering as his people starved and died of sickness, hardly having a care in the world about those who had slighted them generations ago. Jollin had seen the firepower around Cherry Valley and elsewhere, knew that with precision strikes they could have easily wiped out the leaders and most of the Weasel Unit, making their country safer, but they were too soft to do so. Once the weasels were gone, most of the mice would likely starve to death without overseers telling them what to do, so Flower Hill should not have to worry about that.

Still, the firepower he had been allowed to casually see gave him pause in reporting anything.

Either way, there would be a meeting tonight. The message noted to leave the door unlocked.

……………………………………………………………………….

The hill in front of his house blocked his view of the valley below, and he assumed that hedgehogs would spy on him from there. Which meant it was a perfect area for Tokgasi and his agents, along with other scouts, to survey as well to make sure they were not being watched.

The mice gathered in the main room, some watching the windows to make sure no one snuck up on the house. Nervous fools, Jollin noted. One of these days, during one of these meetings, someone was going to make a mistake and capture a hedgehog who passed by, instead of hiding. The smarter infiltrators had run away when Tokgasi’s scout ring had collapsed, helped by Jollin’s instructions on the lax security that appeared during specific times. He had heard the other mice whispering rumors of Geumbanji’s mercenary group running a series of safe-houses for deserters, ending somewhere near the border of Chaand Hadia.

Which, while an odd tactic for mercenaries to use, made perfect sense. Geumbanji himself needed to lie low, now that Flower Hill had realized he was a traitor, and with other countries likely keeping a lookout for him as well, he might be bored. Besides, he would get money, news, and supplies from the traffic, while Flower Hill could watch a steady stream of soldiers leave the ranks of the Weasel Unit. The gold ringed mouse could run his mercenary operation from anywhere.

Fleeing to Chaand Hadia had also been one of his possible routes for desertion, but the stories he had heard about the endless food supply and idiotic citizens of Flower Hill who would just give him things had been too tempting. Besides, he would rather see if the foreign country he knew almost nothing about would actually welcome mice and allow them to assimilate. Best not to be among the first. Even if not, he could still hide somewhere.

But that was not important at the moment. Tokgasi was giving him orders.

“We have finally managed to make contact with the second scout we have embedded around the Command Center. We know that he will be at the festival working security, which is good for us to sneak in. Once you make your deliveries, seek him out and give him this message,” Tokgasi handed him a light pink data chip. “These will give him his next instructions.”

“Activating the sleeper agent, eh?” Jollin snickered, trying his best to sound like a typical mouse, fawning over his boss.

“Naturally! It is time that we start to make our moves to prepare to strike.” Tokgasi smiled back, all previous suspicion of Jollin being a traitor who deserted gone from his mind

“Alright, it should be easy enough, sir! I will complete my mission!” Jollin saluted properly.

The other mice smiled and cheered softly, not wanting to arouse suspicion from outside, if anyone was lurking.

Well, this is interesting. Two Weasel Unit scouts embedded in the command center could spell doom for Flower Hill. But Flower Hill also expected him to find a scout at the festival, which meant that they might already know, betraying the remainder of his own little group of friends.

Jollin supposed he would have to see how it would go.

…………….

End Part One

[worshippin]

i feel bad to even say this but it has been nagging at me so.

one of the reasons why the "main character" statements have been made about imogen is bc of the exact thing she did in ep107: completely hijacking fearne's moment. i mean, woof.

i know they're friends playing a game, i know laura probably didn't mean it/was playing into imogen's panicked headspace (she apologized in the moment) and i usually love laura's choices in any campaign, but man.. it's very frustrating. it's not the first time and it's very disheartening. it made me so uncomfortable and really angry on fearne's behalf, especially when it's clear that ashley isn't a fast-paced player and her choices take time -- not only when she acts but as she awaits the results. whenever something is happening that is imogen-centric everyone keeps quiet or say encouraging words but ultimately let her decide, but when it's fearne that is center stage everyone keeps pulling this kind of shit and not letting her have her choices breathe and unravel, letting her control how she wants her narrative to play out.

matt is a great DM and it's very obvious he makes sure to pull ashley in and give her opportunities for fearne to shine, and sometimes his gentle steering pays off greatly so that she allows herself to make any choice, no matter how bold, but in the end he does have to account for everyone's input as well-- which is to say, it can't only be his responsibility to uplift her and as of late it sometimes feels like it is? and idk it's not... great. and look, all things considered this is a show, so it's very frustating to watch.

like, when imogen went home to her dad fearne was nothing but supportive and made sure to ask how imogen was feeling and what was the course of action they were to take and she basically knighted herself as imogen's best friend, protector and follower. imogen had her big familial moment (and lbr she keeps having them). and now it's fearne turn to deal with her daddy issues and imogen can't wait ten fucking seconds for fearne's decision about wether to ally themselves with her father or not? fearne was already conflicted. she didn't feel guilty about the prospect of killing zathuda, but she was hesitating for a reason. she was interested in what he was telling her and what other information she could extract from him. and that's what matters. and that's why it was frustrating to have that taken away so quickly. it felt dismissive of not only fearne's story but of ashley's play. iirc travis was expecting and seemed excited for her to do something big - maybe cast a spell on gloamglut (i was on the edge of my seat thinking she was gonna tame that dragon or polymorph him!). ashton and braius were worried about the dragon and the temple crumbling on top of them; orym was also worried about the dragon and being diplomatic. but imogen popped off before giving fearne a chance. and y'know, sure, idk, maybe i am reading too much into it! maybe my love for fearne is making me see things a bit too harshly. but it doesn't feel like that. it feels like (another) opportunity wasted.

now i do hope this gets addressed next ep, in some way shape or form. one could argue this was just imogen panicking and trying to prevent them from getting separated again, like when ludinus tried to take fearne away. but eh, at this point i doubt that's how she feels (i mean, i sure hope. but wish is a 9th level spell and i don't have access to those yet). she just wanted to kill zathuda.

TL;DR the fact that she attacked before zathuda answered fearne completely derailed everything and shifted the focus from fearne. and yeah, sure, imogen is not the main character. but sometimes it feels like she wants to be, to control everything, fearne's feelings and choices be damned. i don't think anyone in the cast is careless or purposefully dismissive. i don't think it came from a place of malice, of course not. maybe it's just what imogen would do: unknowingly interrupting every moment. it happened. and it keeps happening. but fearne deserves better.

[honeyjars-sims]

2.14 A Dream Come True

Cece: Wow, your band is playing Plumbite Fest? That’s amazing!

Ben: Well, it’s one of the smaller stages and it’s at the asscrack of dawn, but it’s the biggest show we’ve ever played by far.

Cece: I’m so happy for you! What day are you playing? I want to be front row, center for this!

Ben: Well, a couple of things. Our acoustic guitarist broke his hand a few days ago and is out of commission during the festival. We could do some rearrangements, but I did tell the guys that I know a talented guitarist who can also do some killer backup vocals. So what do you say?

Cece: What??? You’re asking me to perform with your band? Onstage in front of hundreds of people?

Ben: Do you not want to? It’s ok if you don’t, but I really thought you’d jump at such a big opportunity.

Cece: It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t know if I can do it.

Ben: I know, it’s a lot. Look, let’s make a deal. We’ll prepare to do our set without the acoustics. You can plan to hang out and then if you feel like you can, you can join us onstage. That way you can feel out the situation without feeling obligated to do something you’re not comfortable with.

Cece: Well, I would hate to turn down the opportunity altogether. But you still haven’t told me when the show is.

Ben: Uh, that’s the other thing. It’s scheduled the week of Spring Break when we’re supposed to be in Granite Falls. 

Cece: Ugh, what luck.

Ben: If you still want us to go on the trip, we can. It was my idea after all, and I'm a man of my word.

Cece: No way, I’d never ask you to turn down such a great opportunity for yourself!

Ben: If you want to go without me, that’s fine, too. I’d love to have you with me, but I know you and Lexie have been working hard at planning a great trip for us.

Cece: Yeah, we have. But I’ve worked so hard this year on building up my confidence onstage. I can’t think of a better way to prove to myself that I’ve got what it takes to be a performer than to get up there with you and play my heart out. I’ll do it! 

Ben: Cecelia, I know you can do this! Let’s show Plumbite Fest what they’ve been missing out on!

Johnny: What are you two so excited about?

Cece: Well, we’re going to be playing one of the smaller stages at Plumbite Fest with Ben’s band!

Lexie: Wow, awesome!

Johnny: That’s so cool! My sister’s going to be famous!

Ben: Bad news, though, the show’s taking place during the Spring Break, so we won’t be able to go to Granite Falls. We’ll make it up to you guys, though.

Lexie: What? Are you kidding? We’ve been planning this for weeks, Cece!

Cece: I know, and I’m really sorry! I just can’t pass up this opportunity. Besides, I figured you and Johnny wouldn’t mind the alone time.

Johnny: Of course we won’t. Don’t worry about it, sis. I’m really excited for you! Make sure you get it on video so we can watch later.

[Lexie storms out of the room. Johnny follows her]

Lexie: [under breath] Stupid Ben. I knew it!

Johnny: Uh, are you ok? 

Lexie: I don’t know, I’m just really upset.

Johnny: Cece and Ben can go to Granite Falls anytime, but this might be their only chance to play Plumbite Fest. Besides, Cece’s right. Now we can have some time to ourselves.

Lexie: I know, I was just really excited about all the stuff we planned together and this is so last minute…

Cece: Lexie, I’m sorry I upset you. I don’t want to back out of the trip, but playing the festival would be a dream come true for me.

Lexie: No, I’m sorry for overreacting. Of course you should go to the festival. I’m really happy for you! Really, I am.

Cece: Thanks, Lexie! Let’s plan to go to the falls this summer. 

Lexie: Sure thing! It's going to be fine. Johnny and I will have a great time by ourselves.

Johnny: Even better, I’d say. Now we don’t have to have a sing-along by the campfire.

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