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robynmizore · 10 months

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Redemption Special Chapter:

A Hoshidan Birthday

“Hey, Takumi.. when’s your birthday?” Robyn asked suddenly.

They were sitting next to each other, books in laps in front of the roaring fireplace in Robyn’s room, absorbed in reading. It was nearly the end of the year now, Alfonse’s coronation ball rapidly approaching. Surprisingly, she remembered her own birthday was soon, and while she’d seen the other heroes celebrate birthdays, she’d yet to see the prince even mention his. For some reason, the question prompted a faint blush on the prince’s cheeks.

“..My birthday? Why are you asking about that?”

”Because I want to celebrate with you, silly!”

”Ah.. is that so?” He glanced away, seeming self conscious. “Well.. when’s yours?”

“I asked you first!”

”Fine.. let’s both say it on three.” Takumi chuckled. “Three.. two.. one!”

”December 14th!” they both said at the same time.

“What?! We have the same birthday?!” Takumi exclaimed.

It would seem they had even more in common than they thought..

”B-but that would mean both our birthdays are..”

”..Tomorrow.” Takumi finished.

Both stared at each other, faces flushed, eyes wide until at last, Takumi spoke up first.

“I uh.. I have to go.. d-do something. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He shot out of the room at the speed of an arrow, and a soft blush covered the Summoner’s cheeks.

..He’s totally planning something for me.. isn’t he? she thought as affection bubbled in her chest.

Takumi paced the halls of the Askrian castle restlessly, mumbling to himself.

“I can’t believe Robyn and I have the same birthday. Hm.. what to get her..” he mused.

While he wanted to run out to the markets and buy the most beautiful thing he could find, the prince found he was rather indecisive. He was determined to find the courage to confess soon, but their shared birthday wasn’t the time to do so. If he got her something too extravagant, it may raise some questions he wasn’t yet ready to answer.

“..But its still our first one together, so it’ll still need to be special.”

Takumi was so distracted, he didn’t notice the footsteps stealthily approaching him until the the familiar voice hissed eerily in his ear.

”..Special you say? I know juuuust what you need..”

Stifling a groan, Takumi turned to face Niles, who was wearing his infamous smirk.

“Whatever gross idea you have, I’m not interested.” he growled.

“Aw.. it isn’t gross! Quite the opposite actually!” the thief circled him, Takumi’s eyes narrowing in suspicion.

”You want your precious little Summoner to have the best gift ever, right? Lucky for you, I happen to know exactly what she wants.”

I’m not falling for that!

But then again.. Niles was well aware of his feelings, and was known to be quite observant. Maybe he did actually know what the Summoner wanted. It couldn’t hurt to play along for a little bit.. right?

”F-fine! But don’t try anything funny!”

I’m only doing this for Robyn!

”Wouldn’t dream of it. Okay first, take this long red ribbon and tie it around yourself.”

”Um.. okay.”

Takumi caught the red ribbon with a frown, then slowly tied it around himself.

“Okay, now repeat after me: Happy birthday! I’m your present!” Niles instructed with a pleasant smile.

“H-happy birthday, I’m your present- WAIT WHAT?!”

Takumi froze, blushing profusely as the realization of what he just uttered hit him.

”Pft- HAHAHAHA! That’s perfect!” Niles cackled.

“D-damn it, Niles! I’m going to kill you!” Takumi seethed, his blood boiling with rage and humiliation.

“Ha, you can kill me after you get out of that ribbon!” the thief taunted. “Have fuuuun~”

”GET BACK HERE!!!” Takumi shouted, but Niles had already retreated down the halls, and when Takumi tried to pursue him, the prince found himself still tangled up in the ribbon.

“Gods, this is embarrassing. I just hope Robyn doesn’t see me like this..” he muttered.

“T-Takumi?”

Gods why?! the Hoshidan groaned inwardly as the familiar voice called his name and turned, only to be greeted with the sight of the Summoner wrapped up in a red ribbon, being nudged forward by Gaius and Caledori.

“Go on, say it!” Caledori encouraged.

What in the..?!

The Summoner lowered her head sheepishly and mumbled

“H-happy birthday.. I-I’m your present..”

“YES!!!” Caledori and Gaius whooped, high-fiving.

”Nailed it!”

Gaius’s cheer was cut short by the look of absolute murder that was also known as Takumi’s death glare.

“You’re both dead..” he deadpanned, and with a quick “oops!”, they took off down the hall.

Rolling his eyes, the prince made his way over to the poor Summoner, who still wouldn’t lift her head to look at him, and he didn’t even need to see her face to know how flustered she was.

”They got you too, didn’t they?” he sighed. “Here, let me help.”

Together, they managed to untangled the ribbons until they both lay on a heap on the ground.

“Thanks..” Robyn mumbled, then sighed. “..We’re getting them back for that later, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

They parted ways soon after with a promise to meet up in the evening. There was an unspoken agreement that they’d be going to prepare gifts for each other. Robyn hurried to the kitchen, the wheels in her head turning. Her happiest memories were snuggled up by the fireplace with Takumi, especially after a hard night.

I want to make him something that reminds us both of that. Something that’ll show him just how special he is to me.

Takumi wove his way through the market, a huge grin on his face. The small box in his pouch filled him with a sense of warmth. The prince was never really considered warm, and when the topic of gifts came up, he always drew a blank. But the second he laid eyes on it, he knew he had to get it for her. The prince’s pace quickened, his heart fluttering as he made haste back to the castle.

I’ve never felt this excited for birthdays in the past. Is it because of Robyn?

Robyn carried the box carefully atop a folded blanket, a serene smile on her lips as she headed towards the garden. That was the place where he’d seen her face for the first time, and where’d they’d shared a deeply vulnerable moment. There they would be undisturbed, or so she thought when her eyes spotted a figure sitting up ahead on a candlelit blanket.

Wait that’s-

“..Takumi?”

The prince looked up with a start, a small flush overtaking his cheeks when they landed on her.

“R-Robyn?! Why are you here?!”

”I.. I was setting up something for us here..” the Summoner mumbled, a bit lost for words.

Takumi stared at her incredulously for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“Wh-what’s so funny?”

Now it was her then to blush until he finally stopped laughing with a small shake of his head.

“We’re so alike, we could be twins!” he chuckled.

Without thinking, Robyn let down her hood and replied

“Good thing we’re not, because then I couldn’t-“

The words froze on her lips as realization flooded over her, turning her face crimson.

“..Couldn’t what?” Takumi inquired with a frown as he observed her sudden change in demeanor.

“Oh.. it’s nothing.” the Summoner replied as she settled on to the candlelit blanket.

I can’t believe I just almost admitted my feelings so casually!

The prince was still staring at her, intrigued, his head tilted slightly, hazel eyes missing nothing. Thinking quickly, Robyn held out the box to him.

”I um.. I made you a gift? You.. you can open it now if you want..”

”You made me something?”

While he looked a little flustered, there was no denying the way his face lit up, chasing away her embarrassment. Robyn noticed how careful he was as he took the box delicately from her, opening it with great care. Takumi froze at the sight that greeted him, his mouth opening and closing several times. Tears welled in his eyes.

“Robyn I.. I don’t know what to say..” Takumi whispered, reaching up to hastily dry them. “This is probably the most thoughtful gift anyone has given me..”

Inside the box was an assortment of handmade mochi in all various flavors. But that wasn’t what had brought the tears to his eyes. Robyn had spent a fair amount of time shaping then into the shape of Takumi’s late mother’s headpiece. And seeing the Hoshidan’s response to her efforts made all the work worth it.

“I know she can’t be here with you today physically, so I thought by making these, you could still feel like she’s here celebrating with us. In her own way.”

Takumi let out a quiet sob, then embraced her tightly.

“T-thank you. I won’t ever forget this..”

Robyn returned the hug, his scent wreathing around her as his silver hair brushed her cheek.

”I have something for you.” Takumi said, finally pulling back as he gave her a look so warm, it filled her whole body.

“Oh?”

The prince placed two small round green balls in cups.

“Just watch.”

Mystified, Robyn watched as Takumi poured steaming water over them. Her confusion turned to absolute wonder as balls began to slowly unfurl until they formed..

”..A white azalea flower!” Robyn gasped as the flower settled on the bottom of the cup, and the scent of genmaicha hit her nose. “And it’s also my favorite tea?! Takumi, you’re amazing!”

”I’m.. glad you like it.” Takumi replied, smiling as her, a blush on his cheeks from her praise.

They shared the mochi and tea together in an amicable silence.

”This is more than I could have asked for..” she breathed, soaking in the atmosphere. “..Happy birthday, Takumi.”

”I feel the same.. Happy birthday, Robyn.”

Later that night, Takumi headed for Caledori’s room, his heart fluttering nervously in his chest, and he kept checking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed, then knocked on her door. The redhead answered immediately, like she’d been expecting him.

“There you are! Ready for your lesson?”

”Yes.” Takumi replied determinedly, letting her usher him inside and they closed the door.

Back in her own room, Robyn traced the glowing white flowers that adorned the silver fabric, her eyes softening as pleasant smile made its way to her lips.

It would appear they both had something special planned for the ball…

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wildroseofarran · 6 months

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The Silent Treatment || Bretan & Olek || April, 2024

Brett: "I'm hooome," Brett announced as he walked through the front door, feeling his entire body sigh in relief as the quiet of his house settled over him. Well, the relative quiet. Woodstock was doing his usual happy song and dance to welcome him home but that wasn't a nuisance. It had been a very, very long day and hearing his dog bark in excitement was music to his ears.

"Hey, buddy." Brett scooped him up and gave him a pet, wondering why he didn't hear Bo until he remembered that his husband had texted him earlier telling him that he'd be going out. "Guess it's just us. You hungry? Where's your brother?" Brett looked around. "Oleeeeek. I brought tunaaaaaa."

Olek: A series of chirps and trills started from the top of the stairs, bouncing gently with every step until reaching the first floor, where a tortoiseshell cat stretched its long legs and yawned, showing off his perfect pearly fangs.

A proper greeting this time in the tone of "Brrrr?" as he trotted over to the ghoul and pretended to use his leg as a scratching post. A little game he played. No claws today.

Brett: Like with Woodstock's barking, there was an instant ridiculous smile on Brett's face the moment he heard that first little chirp. This right here was his reward for the day he'd had.

"Awwww, big yawn," he chuckled, switching the shopping bags he was carrying over to the hand that was still holding Woodstock so he could scratch Olek's head. "Hey, fluffy baby. Did you have a good day? Lots of napping?" His arms were already full but he didn't care; the cat was being scooped up, too.

Olek: Purrect. Maybe someone would find it odd that a cat would hug a human's neck, but not in this house. Quite normal for both Bo and Brett to receive such affection. Same with the curious sniffs at his hair, his face, and when he had the opportunity, his hands.

Brett: There would be plenty of interesting things to smell on Brett today, but almost none of them were particularly pleasant. Aside from the usual scents of his body products and the station and his car, there was sweat, alcohol, car exhaust, and body odor that did not belong to him.

“Ya’ll wouldn’t believe the day I had,” he sighed, nuzzling into Olek and Woodstock’s fur as he carried them to the kitchen. “Lady almost caused a traffic accident because she was texting and ran a light and then tried to argue with me about it when I pulled her over. Oh, and that was after I actually managed to pull her over. She almost took me on a high-speed chase. Why are tourists like that?”

Olek: Well, that sounded terrible and exciting! Better than the scent of ash stuck to his skin after being in the presence of his domitor. The poor man seemed to only have a break at home. Time for some heavy-duty nuzzles to wipe the day from his skin and clothes.

Brett: Only around his animals did Brett feel comfortable enough to giggle, and aggressive cat nuzzles always got him.

“Awwww, thank you, honey.” He kissed Olek’s head and set the bags on the counter and him and Woodstock on the floor.

“I’m gonna go shower and then we’re gonna make some dinner, okay? And we’re not gonna tell Bo about the fresh tuna or the chicken I’m gonna make ya’ll. It’ll be our secret.”

Olek: Fresh?! Not from a can?! Bo's journal had called Olek his familiar - November 2010 - and some days there was no mistaking his awareness. His noises were long and grateful, circling Brett's leg quite recklessly.

Brett: “Oh my goodness!” Brett carefully walked over to the fridge to put everything away, making sure he didn’t one, trip or two, accidentally step on Olek. “Are you so happy, honey? Are you a happy fluffy boy? Watch your feet.”

He was almost certain that if he could’ve, Olek would open the fridge and help himself. His lack of thumbs was all that stood between him and being a little menace.

“I’ll slice it up for you as soon as I’m done, okay? You be good and wait for me.”

Olek: Fine, fine. He would sit on his hunches and wait.

Little did Brett seem to realize, that was exactly what happened when there was no one to entertain him but Woodstock. The many nights when leftovers would go missing, furniture shifted, and Bo's clothes out of order, it had been none other.

They both seemed to have forgotten what he was.

As often as he thought about revealing himself to Brett, asking politely for his aid in breaking his curse, he thought just as often what a terrible idea that was. He'd heard every story of every unsavory incident in his absence. Really, did he want the ghoul to faint? Absolutely not!

So, there he sat, eying the fridge and... maybe he could just... no, no. He'd wait.

Brett: Showering, like coming home and loving on his animals, was always a balm after a hard day. It was one of those comforting little rituals that always seemed to help no matter how he was feeling or how long he spent actually doing it. Feeling better started with feeling clean.

He was gone just shy of fifteen minutes and returned smelling like himself, which was exactly how things should be. “Okay, I’m back. Thank you for being a good, patient boy.”

As he set about getting everything to prep for dinner, he continued telling Olek and Woodstock about his day.

“So after the texting lady, I got called down to the docks because those kids that’ve been sneaking onto people’s boats to party finally got caught. One of them got too drunk and ended up passing out. Owner of the boat found him this morning with his pants half off and sharpie all over his face, snoring away. His friends drew dicks on him while he slept.”

Olek: Woodstock was a bit oblivious to what was being said, but enjoyed the sound of his master's voice. It was Olek who climbed onto the bar stool across from the ghoul and sat handsomely, watching intently as Brett talked about his day. Not the first, and guaranteed not his last.

His eyes softly blinked. He chattered his pleasure at the story and placed his paw on the table. Just testing the waters.

Brett: Brett couldn’t help but smile at the cat. Sweet boy. He always listened so patiently to all of Brett’s rambling, as if he really understood everything Brett was saying.

Granted, he was a magical cat so maybe he actually could. But without the ability Brett had once had to communicate with animals, he’d never know for sure.

The ghoul took that little paw in his hands and gently squished each tiny toe bean in turn. Truthfully, he was kind of grateful he couldn’t talk to Olek. Better to assume that the cat didn’t mind listening than to potentially be asked to quit his yapping all the time.

“Should’ve seen his parents, they were mortified. They’re gonna let him stew in a holding cell for a couple days to teach him a lesson. Hopefully it sticks. Oh, and that meth head is back. Again.”

Brett sighed and went to grab the tuna from the fridge.

“I got the pleasure of helping Peabody chase him down. Guy smelled like he hadn’t showered since Christmas.”

Olek: Brett gave the best massages. Bo avoided him most days, looking at him with eyes most hurtful, confused. The days he did receive attention, it was when the mage was half asleep. Scratches behind his ear, just as he used to.

"Ech," said Olek. That didn't sound pleasant at all.

Brett: “Yep, exactly. It’s just my bad luck that we got the call about him right after we’d had lunch. I almost saw it again.”

Brett shook his head. That particular little scene had all but drained him, literally and figuratively. He would’ve stopped at Guildias’ to fill his tank, so to speak, but his domitor was busy. It would be another day or two before he could top up.

“Peabody hosed him down before we brought him into the station. I swear that water ran brown.” Another shake of his head. “Maybe being roommates with him in holding will scare that kid straight.”

He considered the tuna for a moment before deciding how he wanted to cut it. Sashimi? Yeah, he’d go with that.

Olek: His other paw joined the first. He stretched again. Sleeping sixteen hours a day requires a significant wake-up period. Another yawn and a vigorous shake of his head.

Ah, but what was Brett doing now? He'd stretch his back legs while he watched, trying not to imagine brown water while he enjoyed the scent of tuna.

Brett: “I should tell whoever is on duty to febreeze the car and let it air out overnight so it doesn’t smell for the next six months. County isn’t about to give us the money to have it professionally cleaned.” Even though all the squad cars could certainly use it. God knew B.O. wasn’t the worst thing that seeped into those seats.

“Actually, I think Peabody might still be at the station. He wanted to pull some overtime since he’s saving for his—ow, fuck! Dammit, Brett.”

He’d gotten distracted. He was too busy talking and thinking about the day and not paying enough attention to what he was doing. He’d sliced his hand right open.

He set the knife aside and tried not to drip blood in the floor as he turned to run his hand under the sink.

Olek: Wasn't the first time the sheriff had cut himself while talking. He was a sweet man, but sometimes as clumsy as children. Not all children. One came to mind that was only reckless with spellcasting.

But, he didn't dwell. He was sitting up, craning his head for a better view of the ghoul's injury. How bad was it this time?

Brett: “Don’t worry, buddy, I’m okay,” Brett said soothingly to Woodstock, who was making that little whining noise he made whenever he sensed his owner was in distress.

The ghoul looked over at the cutting board, relieved to see that none of his blood had gotten on Olek’s dinner. At least something had gone right today.

Without thinking, Brett shut the water off and grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands. “I’ll get your chicken going as soon as I’m done with the fish. Actually, you know what?” No harm in putting the water on now. It would take a bit to boil anyway.

But as Brett reached to open the cabinet for a pot, he froze.

Olek: Woodstock whined for many reasons. He was a rather anxious little fellow, but the scent of blood gripped the cat's attention, watching just as intently as the previous conversation. No chirps or trills, just waiting.

The scent had yet to dissipate, and that was... new.

Brett: Brett was staring at his outstretched hand as if in a daze, heartbeat quickening and chest tightening.

Over the years he’d become accustomed to shrugging off minor injuries. Bumps and bruises seemed to practically heal themselves with very little effort on his part and normally, something as simple as a cut would’ve begun to heal before he’d even managed to turn the sink on.

But that could only happen if he’d been fed recently, or if he hadn’t been using his abilities.

The day he’d been telling Olek about had drained him. Quite literally. It had taken a great amount of strength and effort to wrangle the meth head, even with Peabody’s help. The chase had left Brett exhausted and without the ability to heal himself as he usually did.

The cut on his hand had remained open and, having been deeper than he’d first thought, was now steadily bleeding.

Onto the floor and onto his skin.

It was the stomach-churning sensation of it running across his hand that had Brett snapping out of it and bolting for the sink again, desperately scrubbing at his hand under the full blast of the tap turned as hot as it could go.

Olek: This wasn't normal. He knew normal, having lived under their collective roofs and seen Brett nearly every single day for years. He would wince, cringe at the sight of blood, and heal himself. It was the way of things, and yet blood stained the immaculate floor like sloppy drippings of chartreuse paint. He didn't have to know its true color to recognize the scent.

Brett could walk himself to the car and drive to the hospital, but he wasn't. He was no different than an anxious child on the verge of tears.

That's right... he was afraid of blood now. A story he had not witnessed. Something about Woodstock? A vampire? Something, he forgot.

If ever there was a time to be helpful before the ghoul scraped skin away in desperation.

His transformation was slow. It had been some weeks since he had snuck out of the house, exploring Edenton in human form. Precious time to allow his limbs to elongate, his fur to recede. Brett was too busy to notice a man of over 6 feet, in linin trousers, V-neck shirt, long cardigan and scarf manifest just feet away.

"Brett," came a gently warm, soothing voice.

Brett: In truth, Brett wouldn’t have noticed if god had descended from heaven and appeared in the kitchen. All he could see, all he could focus on, was the hot water washing over the cut on his hand.

What blood there had been had quickly been rinsed away but Brett could still see and feel it. His hand wasn’t clean. It wouldn’t be clean until the cut had healed but maybe if he scrubbed a little harder and maybe if the water was a little bit hotter, it would be. He had to try. He had to be clean.

He heard his name, or thought he did, but it sounded very far away. It was probably his imagination. Like the hearts on the tile. Like the scent of lavender.

He reached for the dish sponge so he could scrub harder and didn’t realize his vision had blurred because of the tears in his eyes.

Olek: His name wasn't enough to interrupt the panic stinging his eyes and trembling his hands.

Human form had been avoided in Brett's presence for this very reason. He was a capable ghoul, a good husband, a man of strong morals suitable for his profession, but an innocent flighty creature.

"Brett," he said again, more firmly to be heard above the faucet. "Look at - Look at Olek, please."

Swift thinking, he held his hands up, elbows to his ribs, submissive and unarmed, for the sheriff's peace of mind.

Brett: It wasn’t his name but his cat’s that finally got Brett’s attention and made him look away from the sink, though what he saw did nothing to calm to his panic.

What it did do was make him freeze again.

A man—a man he did not recognize—was standing with him in the kitchen. He must have been he one that had spoken, and somehow knew both his name and Olek’s.

Brett’s teary gaze searched this stranger’s face first with trepidation, and then with confusion. A question was beginning to penetrate through the haze.

Why wasn’t Woodstock barking at this stranger?

Olek: At least he wasn't screaming. That was progress! The familiar did his best to keep his expression gentle, his voice calm and his movements fluid.

"Good. Yes." Fingertips softly tapped over his heart. "Olek. I'm... I'm Olek. Yes." The simpler he kept his words, the easier, he assumed, it would be to wade through his anxiety.

He then pointed to the ghoul's hand.

"I... help?"

Brett: …Olek? The stranger was Olek?

Brett peered around the stranger at the barstool where Olek had been sitting while he’d cut his tuna. It was empty.

He looked down at the floor, but all he saw was Woodstock sitting at his feet, still making his anxious little noises and ignoring the man completely. There was no cat in sight.

His mind wasn’t exactly cooperating at the moment but…he couldn’t seem to find a reason to doubt what he was being told.

He gave a cautious nod.

Olek: Strands of blond, brown, and black were combed back from his eyes. He took a cautious step closer, then another. Eventually, he cupped his hands in offer.

With his aversion to red, he assumed Brett would look away. He didn't have to wonder what the color really looked like. He had an assumption in his dreams. Not at all his lovely blues and greens.

He remembered when Bo was a teenager, what helped him, and took a slow breath.

"Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this, Mama said..."

Not full voice. One could barely call it singing, just above a whisper. His attempt at keeping the atmosphere light, as he pressed his thumb against the wound. First, to stop the bleeding, and then with a sympathetic wince, he pressed harder, numbing the area.

"Mama said there'll be days like this..."

Brett: Was this all just his imagination? Brett couldn’t help but wonder as he held out his hand to this man that wasn’t a man but actually his cat.

Even though his hand was starting to bleed again, Brett didn’t panic or become fixated on it again. He was too busy staring at the man’s face. It would’ve been more than enough distraction even before he started to sing.

His voice was nice. Gentle. And it gave such a surreality to the situation that it was actually keeping him grounded while his wound was taken care of.

Was this really Olek? Could Olek turn into a human because he was a magic cat? Had he been able to do it this whole time? Why hadn’t Brett seen him like this before?

So many questions to keep him calm and distracted.

Olek: There was the bleeding, and his hand should have been sufficiently numb, as if circulation had been cut for a few minutes. A temporary fix as he continued. This would have been over sooner had he put his mouth to the wound, but intuition told him not to dare attempt with a ghoul, so instead, he pinched. Pinch and mend, pinch and mend.

"Olek - I thought you were going to faint." Not just now, but seeing him... ever.

Brown-green eyes looked up from the wound, and his smile easily reached them.

Back to singing.

Brett: The numbness almost tempted him to look down at his hand but he didn’t dare. He knew better than to push himself when he didn’t need pushing.

It was enough to know that Olek was helping him.

Brett nodded. That was a fair assumption to make. He still could, but he didn’t think he would. He didn’t feel like he was in danger or anything.

“Why…” He swallowed. “Why haven’t…?”

Olek: The inevitable question. They would work through it slowly, like this wound. He took a deep breath from his nose, and kept his smile on his features.

"Because I didn't want to scare you."

Brett: He frowned. “Then…why didn’t Bo tell me?”

Olek: "He did."

Brett: “He did?” Had Brett forgotten? No, that was impossible. He’d remember being told their cat could turn into a person, wouldn’t he? But maybe…

Olek: "He said, 'Look, Olek is familiar,'" he pointed to an invisible book, flipped a nonexistent page.

Brett: “Fam—ohhh.” Olek was right. Bo had told him about Olek being a familiar after finding that information in his diary but until now, it hadn’t occurred to Brett to wonder what that actually meant.

Magic cat didn’t just mean magic cat; it apparently meant a magic cat who could turn into a person.

“Wait, then do you…turn into a person…around Bo?”

Olek: The familiar shook his head.

"All better. Olek clean. Don't look."

Brett: Brett didn’t need to be told twice. He closed his eyes and covered them with his other hand for good measure.

Olek: There he was, moving about the house as a part of it. Wetting paper towel and setting to work on the floor, another for the counter while he hummed.

"Better?" not physically, of course. He knew as much. No more tears?

Brett: Even after Olek spoke again, it was still another couple of seconds before Brett worked up the nerve to open his eyes.

They were, in fact, free of tears and a little clearer. Not as panicked.

He nodded. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

Olek: Olek's smile immediately ached with its intensity. "Good." The stained paper towels were shoved all the way down to the bottom of the trash bag. Out of sight out of mind.

"You need practice."

Brett: Was this really his cat? Brett had no reason to doubt it but it was still so surreal. He’d seen magic before but this was different.

Magic didn’t usually put an entire person in front of him.

“Practice?”

Olek: "Mm. No more fear. No crying. Why didn't you heal? The color?"

Brett: “Oh. Um…” Brett subconsciously rubbed at his freshly healed hand.

“I’m low on uh…I think I used my abilities too much today and I need to go see…”

Olek: "Oh." He didn't know how to feel about Brett's circumstances. Reminded him too much of Bo's predicament, and everything that followed. His master must have really changed to allow this relationship to flourish. Good? Bad? It wasn't that simple.

"I... should have..." he gestured to his face, "...sooner."

Brett: He’d never thought about disappointing his cat, and he really hoped that having to give that answer hadn’t done it.

Brett shook his head. “No, please don’t be sorry. You couldn’t have guessed how I’d react. Expecting me to faint was a fair assumption to make.”

Olek: At least he took it in stride. That made him laugh, light and bubbly.

Brett: Brett couldn’t have fought his smile if he’d wanted to. Olek’s laugh was so cute. It made him want to—

His eyes widened.

How often did he kiss and cuddle Olek? How many times had he done it today alone? There wasn’t a day that went by without Brett babying him and now—

“Does—does it bother you how affectionate I am? I’m so sorry if it’s ever made you feel uncomfortable.”

Olek: Brett's widening eyes widened his own, though not with worry, but playfully mirroring his expression, smile still warm on his features.

"If I didn't want it, you'd know." Playfully, he swiped a manicured hand over Brett's chest.

Brett: Yes, he supposed that was true. Olek had never been shy about letting them know when he didn’t like something. Still, he didn’t quite know how to feel now that he’d seen Olek’s human face.

Would it bother Bo? He’d never said anything but…

“Oh god, you’ve seen—” Everything. Olek had seen absolutely everything.

Olek: Fingers came up to his lips, trying his best not to laugh, and failing gloriously. It was nice seeing Brett like this. Better than what was happening minutes ago. This was much better.

"Your secret's safe with me. All of them."

Brett: “Oh god,” Brett repeated, chucking helplessly as he covered his quickly reddening face with his hands. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

He wouldn’t be stepping out of the bathroom without wearing at least a towel from now on. Olek didn’t need to see all that.

Olek: Maybe Brett needed a little reminder that it really was alright, and the man before him really was just as accepting as the cat he had known. He reached out, wrapping long pale fingers around Brett's wrists, bringing them away just far enough to press a warm kiss between his eyes. A gesture so often done with nuzzles and licks just yesterday. Feel familiar?

Brett: If he needed any more evidence that the man before him really was Olek, how okay Brett was being touched by him proved it beyond all doubt. This man who didn’t like to be touched by anyone but his nearest and dearest didn’t feel the slightest unease or discomfort being touched and kissed by Olek.

Why should he when Olek gave him kisses just like that one all the time?

Brett smiled as some of his shyness dissipated. Very familiar indeed. “You know, I was really happy the first time you did that. It felt like you’d finally accepted me.”

Olek: "You treat my master so well." His voice was nothing more than a whisper. Their conversation was private. Not even for Woodstock's oblivious ears. "You're not a mage, but you're mine, too."

A glance was given to the clock stove, to the tuna forgotten on the counter.

"He'll be home, soon."

Brett: “I try my best.” Hearing that had warmth blooming in Brett’s chest. It was nice to hear someone he loved laying claim to him in such a gentle way.

“You better eat that tuna before I get scolded for spoiling you. Unless…do you not want to see Bo in this form?”

Olek: And, there it was. Did they have time to talk about this? He looked at the clock again. His chest caved with an exhale.

"I can't."

Brett: “You can’t? Are you not allowed to?”

Olek: Thank his lucky stars this wasn't a curse he couldn't discuss. Those were far too common!

But, he needed to be comfortable talking about this, so he took to the counter and crossed his legs.

"When he left," he gestured long ago, "Ol - I said to him, don't go. Bad feeling," he patted his stomach. The more he spoke, the more his amalgamation accent came shining through. "He said I was paranoid, emotional. I said he never listen to me, and called him hjerteløs. We wouldn't take back words. I said 'Olek's not speaking to you until you apologize!' and then, he said 'never!' and we curse," he pointed between himself and the door, where Bo would eventually return.

"And then he didn't come home. And he... didn't come home. And then he comes home and he's... not... him."

Brett: Brett’s heart broke a little more with every word Olek spoke, for both him and Bo. To think that Olek had correctly sensed something would happen. To think that maybe if Bo had listened then none of what he’d gone through would’ve happened.

It was a nightmare that never seemed to end, even when they thought it had. Poor Olek had never even gotten that small comfort.

The height of the counter wouldn’t deter Brett from hugging the man sitting on it. He was tall enough to reach and glad for it.

Olek: He saw just in time to uncross his legs. Coming from the ghoul, he knew this sympathy to be genuine. His back hunched, arms draped over Brett's shoulders. With the weight of his cheek buried in his hair, he closed his eyes. He felt he should be comforting him, not the other way around, so he did.

"It's all right. I thought... I thought one day, he would remember. It's... boring, waiting. But... I thought you'd be scared."

Brett: Brett didn’t know what it said about him that feeling blood on his skin scared him far more than seeing a cat turn into a man. Probably that he’d seen too much.

“I think we’ve all hoped that he would, someday,” he said softly, rubbing Olek’s back. “But I think, at this point, we have to make peace with the fact that those memories are gone. Who Bo used to be doesn’t exist anymore. There’s only the man he is now.”

He sighed and hugged Olek a little tighter. “Would you like me to talk to him? To tell him what you just told me and that I saw you in this form?”

Olek: That was a statement he'd never heard before. Eight years, and he had missed the part where someone had said that. The curse was broken, but that didn't mean his memories weren't in a jar somewhere they could break. Maybe they were, but no one was looking. Maybe.

But this Bo... didn't know him at all.

"I first saw him when he was nine. He was crying. I thought, that's too young to be so lonely. So, I waited. It didn't get any better. He's still... " my boy.

He nuzzled into Brett's hair, if only to prevent tears.

"Ok," he said wetly, "Yes."

Brett: If there was a jar, it was probably Bo’s journals. They were all his husband had of his old life. His old memories.

But Brett was certain that if a way did exist for Bo to recover everything he’d lost, that Bo would either find it or find someone who could.

Brett’s heart broke again for that lonely little boy.

He nodded. “He’s still that kid to you, right? You see him and see your Bo.”

Subconsciously, Brett had begun swaying back and forth ever so gently, almost rocking Olek. “I’ll help you get him back. I promise.”

Olek: All this time, at least Bo had someone to hold him, to take his hand when he wanted to throw something, to weigh him down against sleepwalking. To be there when he couldn't with hands and voice and power.

He was nigh immortal. He would continue on long after Bo's death, but he had missed eight years of conversations, of usefulness. It had been fine, under the assumption one day Bo would remember the man on the train. He didn't have every ounce of information. Now he had a little more, and it stung.

"He's my boy," he agreed, forcing himself to sit up. "But he's not a child. He's my favorite person. I can tell him everything, but... he won't want it."

Brett: “No, he’s not a child. But accepting you, accepting this?” He gestured at Olek. “Means getting another piece of himself back. He’s a smart man. Even when his anger gets the best of him he can still think. You owe it to yourself to try. And I owe it to you, too.”

Olek: "You owe me?"

Brett: Brett nodded. “For taking care of the person I love most. For never giving up on him. For listening to me ramble every day. For putting up with me.”

Olek: He was shaking his head before he finished. "Olek doesn't put up with you," he said without hesitation, without thinking, even. "Olek loves you."

Brett: Olek was getting another hug. An even tighter one this time.

“I love you, too, fluffy baby.”

Olek: The familiar snorted, and buried his face in Brett's hair again to bury some of his laughter. Hearing that in human form was even sweeter. Maybe Brett wasn't thinking, either.

Brett: Brett definitely wasn’t. But even if he was thinking, he’d have done the same thing. ‘Fluffy baby’ was Olek’s nickname regardless of what form he was in.

“Go on and eat your tuna. Bo will be back any minute.”

Olek: Eating in this form was a luxury these days. The only money still in his pocket were kroner. He hadn't studied every intricate detail of American dollars to perfectly conjure, yet.

He took a piece of tuna between his fingers and tilted his head back. Perfect flavor.

"My favorite," he sighed. Bliss. "Bowls of rice and fish and fish eggs. Nothing better."

Brett: Brett made a mental note of that. If at all possible, he wanted Olek to be able to have his favorite meal as often as he could.

That heavily depended on whether Brett would be able to get through to Bo, but he refused to be pessimistic about that.

“I’ll get you some fresh fish more often. Would be a shame to live in a fishing town and only have access to the canned stuff.”

Olek: "I've done," what was the word? "...gateforestilling downtown." He felt in his pocket, pulling out a small wad of wrinkled kroner, dropped on the counter. "When I want another taste, or bored," he smiled.

The front door rattled, buttons pushed and a woman's voice announcing Bo's entrance. A smart house, just like the last, and the last Brett would see of Olek as he immediately shrank, dropping the last piece of tuna he had pinched in his fingers.

And just like that, the forest cat was sprinting upstairs.

Brett: “Do you—” Before Brett could get the question out, the electronic lock was heralding Bo’s arrival and Olek was gone. He’d moved so fast that Brett half expected him to leave a little cloud of dust behind.

“Hey baby,” Brett called to his husband, shoving the money in his pocket and tossing the last little bit of tuna to Woodstock.

Bo: Keys and wallet were tossed in the black bowl near the door. Shoes softly clacked from the floor to the white rug, to the kitchen limestone. Today was a suit. Already adjusting his tie when he laid eyes on his husband.

A cursory glance later, "Busy day?" barely a questioning inflection.

Brett: Brett was smiling before Bo even walked into the kitchen. His mage looked like a million bucks, but then he always did. “Very busy and very tiring. One stupid thing after another. Yours?”

Bo: "I paid your vampire a visit." He had kept this secret under his tongue for weeks. Was high time to explain. "Invested in his business." And exchanged points of interest. "We've had a conversation about his situation, yours, mine. The town is continuing to grow. Touching base was necessary."

Brett: Brett blinked at his husband. "You did? When?" It couldn't have been today, Guildias had said he was busy. Or maybe what he had been busy with was this meeting with Bo? Although if that was the case, wouldn't he have told Brett?

Whatever the case, this certainly wasn't information he expected to be getting today. He didn't quite know how to feel about it.

"Did it go...well?"

Bo: His tie was pulled away entirely, folded, and placed on the kitchen counter. He could smell seafood but didn't see seafood. Where was his cat?

"Of course." He wasn't the tongueless child Guildias had met years ago. When he spoke, it was with authority now.

"You look tired."

Brett: It didn't go unnoticed that Bo had only answered one of his questions, but given what was in Brett's plans, he didn't think it would be wise to push. Besides, asking when Bo had gone to see Guildias was only for his own curiosity.

Brett nodded. "I am. It was a very long, very chaotic day. What would you like for dinner?"

Bo: Something comforting, he thought. What was the most comforting thing Brett could make?

"Soup and sandwich." By sandwich, he meant open-faced, filled to capacity with just about anything and everything from the fridge. He couldn't remember the details of Norwegian childhood, but certainly the cuisine still resonated.

"Are you going to tell me about your day?"

Brett: “Coming right up,” he said with a smile. “Is potato and leek soup okay?” As for the sandwich, Bo would be offered a choice between rye and whole wheat bread.

He nodded. “Which part do you want to hear about first? Speeding lady, meth head, or the teenager who woke up with penises drawn all over his face?”

Bo: "All in one day?" The city really was growing. Or deteriorating. He didn't know which. Probably both. Growth and deterioration were probably bedfellows.

He took to the stool nearest his husband.

"Did anyone hurt you?"

Brett: “Yep, alllll in one day. Started the day with the speeding lady.” He shook his head. “Tourists.”

Time to wash and chop vegetables for soup.

“Nope, no one hurt me. Not even the meth head, although it helped that Peabody and I went after him together. We got worn out but there were no injuries. Unless you count having to smell the guy on the drive back to the station.”

Bo: Bo nodded once, satisfied to know Brett hadn't needed to heal and conceal an injury before his return. Wouldn't have been the first time, but now he was in the habit of asking.

"I don't miss the station," was a lie.

Brett: “The station sure misses you,” Brett said with a grin, paying closer attention to the knife in his hand this time. He didn’t want a repeat of a little while ago.

“Two people in particular.”

Bo: "There's only two people ever there," he smirked.

Brett: Brett beamed at his husband. “And they both miss you a whole awful lot. Come and have lunch with me tomorrow. I don’t have to go out on patrol.”

Bo: "Fine," he said, softly. The station was generally avoided these days for no other reason than memories. A rare precious thing, but he didn't appreciate the man he was when riddled with a killing curse.

You're the only reason I'm here, he thought.

"Do you need me?" in the kitchen.

Brett: He shook his head. “Go and shower and get changed. Dinner won’t be long, I’ll give you a shout when it’s ready.”

Bo: Back from the stool, then, taking his tie with a heavy hand.

"I have something I want to discuss after dinner. Ideas for the house. Spells," he said, disappearing from view for the stairs.

"God ettermiddag, Olek," heard seconds later.

Brett: “Okay, we’ll do that. I’ve got something to talk to you about, too.”

The greeting to Olek made Brett smile. With any luck, Bo’s relationship with his familiar could be fully repaired and they’d have the comfort of their bond in its entirety. He wanted that for both of them so much.

Bo/Olek: Brett’s statement followed him up the stairs and to the shower. Olek leapt from his arms onto the tightly made bed of black and white, turned three times, and collapsed with a familiar comforting chirp.

The Etherite stared, wondering why, if what he had written was true, he had only mentioned Olek once in his journal. He stared, and the cat stared back.

His shower was long and searing. His thoughts were static and independent.

"What did you want to talk about?" Bo called from the top of the stairs.

Brett: When Bo returned, soup was simmering on the stove and the fridge was being raided for sandwich ingredients.

There had been basically no time between his conversation with Olek and Bo coming home, so Brett had barely had any time at all to think about how he was going to broach the subject. But maybe that was a good thing. It left less room for overthinking and worrying.

Sincerity was the only viable way forward. Sincerity and optimism.

Brett looked toward the stairs when he heard his husband’s voice and smiled, taking a deep breath.

“Olek,” he said simply. “I talked to him today.”

Bo: "You talk to him every day."

Bo turned the corner in black silk pajamas, hair still damp and nearly reaching his eyebrows. He was well overdue for a haircut.

Brett: He nodded. “I do, yeah. And usually when I talk to him, he’s a cat. Today was different.”

His voice was level, his demeanor calm. They could’ve been talking about absolutely anything.

“Today when I was talking to him, he turned into a person.”

Bo: A lot was going on behind Bo's stillness. The kind of stillness that usually followed deadpan seething and perhaps something broken. Words behind teeth when dealing with the unenlightened. Brett was neither an annoyance nor ignorant. The stillness was for himself, because what followed Brett's words was... nothing. Not a single tickle in his ear canal.

His husband wasn't lying.

"That's ridiculous," he heard himself say anyway. "He's never..."

Brett: Brett was braced for anger. For confusion. For flat out denial. He was ready for whatever his husband’s reaction might be and intended to meet it head on.

He nodded. “I was surprised, too. I almost couldn’t believe it until he reminded me he was a familiar. Makes sense that a magic cat can turn into a person.”

There were times when Brett let his voice become soothing and gentle to comfort Bo but this wasn’t the situation for that. It was liable to make it worse.

In cases like these, he made sure to speak calmly and rationally and answer every single question he was asked clearly because that was what his husband required to process things.

“I know he hasn’t. I asked him why he’d never shown himself as a person to me and he told me it was because he didn’t want to scare me. I also asked him if he’d ever shown himself to you and he told me he hadn’t since you’d reunited with him because he can’t.”

If given the go ahead to explain, Brett would repeat the story that Olek had told him about his last conversation with Bo.

Bo: What made anything out of Brett's mouth from this moment forward complicated was hearsay. He was telling the truth, his truth. It could have been a lie, but it wasn't in his belief, so what was Bo supposed to do with that?

How could he feel sorry for something he couldn't remember? He didn't possess that amount of sincerity for anyone.

His eyes closed. And then, a scoff.

"When we weren't around... he could have written a note. He could have said something in the fucking door cam if he really wanted. And I'm supposed to - I'm supposed to believe that?"

Brett: “I don’t know if the door cam would be a viable option since he can’t show himself to you, but if he did write you a note, would you believe it?”

Without his memories, Bo had absolutely no reason to believe Olek’s story. All they had to pin their hopes on was whether he’d believe and listen to Brett, and there were no guarantees there.

“If I asked him to write you a letter or I don’t know…recorded his voice so you could hear his explanation from him, would you be willing to listen?”

Bo: Bo held his hands out. The typical stop signal when teetering on a razor's edge. He leaned himself against the wall, staring at the floor. It wasn't Brett. No... No anger with his husband.

It was that small part of himself that refused to believe he had cursed someone unintentionally. Or it had been intentional, and then, what happened to him days later...

That small part was metastasizing rapidly.

"How many people can lie to you. To you?"

Brett: Brett nodded and stopped. He was pushing it. He could practically feel that he was pushing it. The fact that he’d managed to relay Olek’s entire story was already a major accomplishment, and he was grateful to have done that much at least.

The rest was in Bo’s hands.

“Not very many,” Brett said quietly. “I’m a cop. I’m a ghoul. It’s hard for an average human to lie to me but I’m not infallible. Someone who really knows what they’re doing could get one over on me.”

Bo: "Does it sound..." He couldn't ask that. He couldn't ask if it sounded like something he would have done. With the first uttered words, reality came down heavy on his shoulders, visibly sagging.

Brett: He didn’t know what Bo had been about to ask, but he could guess.

Does it sound like something I would’ve done?

Brett went around the counter to stand before his husband, close enough to offer comfort and touch should Bo desire it.

“Do you remember what I used to tell you on days when your curse really got to you or you had an outburst?”

Bo: The duel of his personality, wanting to swat Brett away, while reaching out to press the tip of his fingers against his husband's chest. Not a push, but to feel his strength. His pillar.

He shook his head. In this moment, he couldn't recall anything in his attempt to imagine what Olek looked like on two legs.

Brett: “The person you used to be isn’t the person you are now.”

Brett wanted so badly to pull his mage into his arms, to soothe and comfort him, but he’d never given in to the impulse before and he wouldn’t now. Bo needed a pillar so an immovable pillar he would be.

“Even if you had all your memories, you still wouldn’t be the same person. The big, awful things that happen to us shape us but the little mundane things do too.”

Bo: "You've heard every journal. How can you say that? I've always had big, awful things. This is the longest I've not been... used, or cursed, or..."

Brett: “You’ve always had the little mundane ones, too. And I’d be willing to bet that Olek was the source of a lot of them before you met me. The big, awful things aren’t all that you are, Bo.”

Bo: "You want that?" he whispered. The way Brett made it sound, Olek... was his Brett. Was he that selfless?

Brett: “I just…don’t want you to close the door on potentially getting back someone who’s cared about you and loved you for so much of your life and hasn’t stopped. I understand that it’s hard to apologize for something that you don’t remember, and you don’t have to make a decision right this second, but I think you should really think about it.”

Brett gave his husband an eternally soft smile. “I want you to have all the love you possibly can.”

Bo: Pressed fingers slid down Brett's chest, reaching out for his hand to grasp. If it was a desperate hold he wouldn't admit it.

And neither of them knew, upstairs, sitting on the top step, was a man-shaped familiar, elbows on his knees, picking at his thumbnail with his teeth.

"What does he look like? I'm not - I'm not apologizing to a cat face." He wanted to picture a human face.

Brett: Bo would easily find his husband’s hand, warm and strong and ready to hold his, just like always.

“Tall,” was the first thing that came to mind as Brett recalled Olek’s appearance. “Over six feet. Pale. His eyes are brown with a little bit of green. Hair’s dark and longer than both of ours, and there’s some lighter brown and blond in it. He has a sweet face. Sweet smile.”

Bo: "You like him," wasn't a question. Brett wouldn't regard anyone as fondly without merit. Bo was obligated to thank him, no matter anything else. The familiar had been there in his absence. He could only imagine the state he would have found Brett in without his assistance. Another peek into the familiar he had known and possibly loved.

Fingers curled tightly.

"I'm going upstairs."

Brett: “I do.” It was Olek. How could Brett not like him?

He nodded and gave the briefest kiss to Bo’s hand. “Okay, baby. Dinner’s almost done. Want me to bring you a tray or call you when it’s ready? Whatever you want.”

Bo: "I'll be back." Appearing upstairs or calling had the potential to break his concentration. He had no idea how long it would take for him to face the familiar. He couldn't pretend this wasn't his fault. The longer he dwelled on the number of years under a curse compared to his own, the heavier the guilt burdened his shoulders. His death curse had lasted just over a year. The familiar's burden had lingered since May of the same year.

Every emotion swelled with every step to the second floor. There at the top of the stairs was his cat. A hundred questions accumulated. Why hadn't he tried to write a letter? Why hadn't he tried for Brett sooner? Caution, Brett had explained. His husband wasn't that skittish. Why didn't Olek lock him in that day, and spared them both this pain?

Was it pain? Was that the ache in his chest? No, it was anger. Or both. Many days he went without knowing the difference between hurt and rage. What had his familiar ever done to help? Why did he omit him from the pages of his journal?

Instinct told him protection. Not once did he write about Brett. Not his progress, not his love and care and therapy. In case someone were to read about him. The pages were selfish, possessive, loving.

The forest cat followed behind his retreating figure. Brett would hear the master bedroom door slide shut. Left unlocked.

Minutes passed in silence stretching beyond an hour. And then a crash.

Brett: Respecting Bo’s wishes, Brett remained downstairs and finished preparing dinner while his husband took what Brett assumed to be some time to gather his thoughts. He’d received a lot of information that had no doubt brought up a lot of emotions; it was normal for him to need a second or two to digest it all.

When the soup finished without Bo’s return, Brett cleaned the kitchen and fed Woodstock. When half an hour passed and he still hadn’t appeared, Brett started a load of laundry and turned on the TV.

Only when he heard the crash would Brett rush upstairs.

Unlocked or not, he knocked on their bedroom door before he entered.

“Bo? Are you all right?”

Bo/Olek: The crash had been a vase of Bo's design. Made of snowflake obsidian, once the home of various white flowers dried years ago, now lay shattered by the wall leading to the bathroom.

On the floor at the foot of the bed was Bo, curled in the fetal position, face hidden, shoulders tight, sobbing like a child as mute as he'd once been.

Cradling him was Olek, long and human, lip bleeding, arms around his master's shoulders and head.

It was Olek who looked up, smiling despite his fractured jaw and split lip, eyes like glass.

Thank you, he mouthed.

Brett: Brett might’ve wondered how someone could smile when they’d clearly just taken a hit, but he understood the sentiment perfectly. If he had spent years not being able to hold and talk to someone he loved, they could shoot him and Brett knew he would smile because he finally had them back. That’s how he imagined Olek was feeling at this moment.

He nodded at the familiar and smiled before stepping back out, closing the door softly behind him. Olek and Bo had been without each other for a long time; they needed some privacy.

#The Silent Treatment chapter #brettmparker #bonowicki #olek

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THE CALAMARI KID

[SUNDAY, 7:12 PM]:

Okay, I know it’s been a while since our last session and that email is an unconventional way to talk to you. Some work changes (beyond my control) resulted in my getting a pay reduction and I took a break from scheduling appointments. But I know it's going to be temporary and it'll be back to normal soon so please we can just roll with this for now?

So, I know we talked about my dad, and his career. He was in a movie that came out in 1980, called “The Calamari Kid”, it was a low budget little thing, he said it was right before he was going to quit acting and get a job selling Lincolns with my Uncle Glen, well, the movie turned out to be a hit. People loved it. It made a whole bunch of money (for who I have no idea). I think I told you some of this. So it’s the 40th anniversary this year and the town in Maine where it supposedly took place is having a big festival about the movie. The director, some of the crew, Susan Wilkes and Gary Dunkel are all gonna be there. My dad can’t make it cause of his heart and everything else so they invited me in his place! It’s been really nuts this week and honestly it’s a little overwhelming. I know your office has been calling me about some unpaid sessions but I would really appreciate an email in return. Whenever you can.

[TUESDAY, 9:35 AM]:

Okay, just wanted to see if you got my last email or if you have but haven’t had a chance to respond to it. I know it’s a complicated situation but I was just curious, I guess. This festival thing is really occupying my thoughts. You won’t believe this. The mayor called me today so say that they’re unveiling a statue of my dad in the town! They want to immortalize the Calamari Kid! It's that part when he dramatically takes off his sunglasses in his first scene, that was the very first time anyone’s ever done that in a movie! It seems strange to me but they verified it with a film historian so that’s pretty cool. I’m having a little anxiety thinking about spending so much time next to the ocean but I’m hoping that once I see it for the first time I’ll feel a bit better. My flight is tomorrow!

[WEDNESDAY, 3:49 PM]:

I just landed in town and checked into my hotel room. This is already turning out to be crazier than I expected. There were at least two people on the flight there in costume from the movie and they kept looking over at me and whispering. I thought it would be flattering but I felt just a little uncomfortable! And then in the airport, one guy was filming me with his phone, as I grabbed my bag and got into a cab, he shouted at me that he still loved my dad, no matter what he’d done on the set of the movie. I didn’t think that that many people knew about that whole thing but maybe they do! But they had a big banner at the airport welcoming fans of the movie and my hotel is pretty nice! American Colonial! They have an omelette station and everything!

[THURSDAY, 2:29 PM]:

Hey so the weekend has gotten off to a pretty good start! This morning I got to go to the mayor's office and meet some local people. A few of the movie people were there, Susan Wilkes, I told you about her! She played the beach lifeguard and was in a few scenes with my dad. Very friendly woman. A little too friendly, honestly. She came right up to me and held my face and told me how much I looked like my dad and kept saying "what could have been, what could have been." I didn't realize Susan was such a fan of my dad! She mentioned she has a daughter around my age that she seems really proud of. I thought the mayor was pretty excited but when he shook my hand he seemed to stare right through me. Did I upset him? Not sure. Feel like this would be an exciting thing for his town! Gary Dunkel wasn't here but I hear he's in town already. I'll probably see him soon! Great start to the weekend so far!

[FRIDAY, 12:14 PM]:

Interesting time this morning. I went to brunch with a local fan group and as I left the restaurant, one of the townspeople definitely threw a rock in my direction and yelled something about my dad. I didn't see who did it but I think some of the costume guys went over there and sorted them out. It was a more violent encounter than I expected, I have to say. A lot of tension in the air in this town, ha ha!

[FRIDAY, 4:06 PM]:

Susan Wilkes keeps trying to get me to have sex with her daughter. She’s really not shy about it at all! I saw her at the breakfast this morning and she kept telling me how the women in her family keep their husband’s stomachs full and balls empty. I don’t think I like that! She said it in front of a waiter! I would try to avoid her the rest of the weekend but we’re sitting together at a panel tonight and the unveiling Sunday so I don't know how that's gonna go, ha ha!

[SATURDAY, 9:40 AM]:

I have to tell you about the opening reception!! I couldn't believe it. They had it at this restaurant that they named after my dad. 'The Calamari King!' Incredible. I even hung out with the owner for a bit and as you can imagine this is a big weekend for him. He gets a lot of business from fans of the movie every year on Memorial Day. He also mentioned that "they", whoever that is, broke his window a few weeks back and that people have been speeding past his place at night and honking their horns. These small towns are so interesting with all their stories.

Susan put some money in my pocket last night (about four hundred dollars) so I might be able to take care of those invoices soon enough. She's an exceptionally generous woman! She mentioned that when they were filming the movie she pitched what she called a “beautiful, intimate scene” with my dad to the director but he turned it down. I thought that was a very forward thing to say but it’s nice to find these little tidbits about the movie. Did you know that it was mostly financed by the South African government? Found that out yesterday! Wow!

Also, I’m thinking about it and I could have sworn I saw Gary Dunkel outside the reception Friday night. He was pacing around and smoking, and looked really angry at someone inside. At least I think it was him! I haven't seen him since I was a kid but he looked really rough! The suit he was wearing looked like he found it in the garbage! Police had to be called because a fight broke out. I didn't think things like that happened at events like these but I guess with these small towns you never really know.

[SATURDAY, 6:11 PM]:

Hey I just got back from the fan fest this afternoon. So cool! I couldn't believe how many Calamari Kids there were! With the lobster shirt and sunglasses. There were a few people dressed as Susan and as Gary and as chubby Principal Rose, and a bunch of guys in vests as the Chowder Boys. Amazing! I was posing for photos and signing autographs too. The Q & A was a little different though. Do you know what an allegory is? I think it's the sort of thing you learn in college but I did business so I had no idea. But a guy in a waistcoat told me that the movie was an 'allegory' for the diminishing cultural power of whites Americans. Does that make any sense? I thought it was just a movie, ha ha!

Also Susan Wilkes had her hand on my knee for most of the session. It might have just been an accident? I don't know. I thought Gary Dunkel would be there but he did his session earlier that morning by himself. Unusual! Whatever he said this morning was pretty controversial, it seemed.

[SUNDAY, 5:30 AM]:

So they just woke us up at the hotel and the fireman told me that someone called in a bomb threat. Not good for my anxiety! I'd feel a lot better if you responded!! I have an enormous bruise on my stomach now and I do not remember the specifics. I drank quite a bit of wine last night and the last thing I remember was the sculptor of the Calamari Kid statue getting right in my face and he was very upset! Please email me back!!

[SUNDAY, 11:51 AM]:

Hey, I'm sorry if I was a little curt this morning. I was on edge with the fire alarm thing, as you can understand. But you won't believe it, after I sent you that email, I ran into some big fans of my dad. They were dressed up and everything! They were very nice to me but they had some unkind things to say about some of the people in this town. Really intense! We even had a few cocktails. One of them they named after my pops! I can't recall what was in it but I gotta say, I'm feeling great this morning. I might just keep this going all afternoon for the statue unveiling. I'm on vacation, right! This is exciting!!

[SUNDAY, 2:27 PM]:

Susan showed me a pair of sexy Calamari Kid themed underwear! She giggled and said she bought them at the merchandise stand but I think she made them herself. She brought them from home!

[SUNDAY, 7:34 PM]:

I definitely had my doubts about Gary Dunkel, I know I did. And guess what? I was correct. 100% correct. We did the statue unveiling earlier. I was super pumped. Really proud of my dad and really excited to see it. Guess what? It looked like absolute dog shit! Just horrendous! I'm looking at this thing and they made my dad look like a big weird sheep! It was leaning to one side and looked like it would fall over. And they didn't even get the sunglasses right! The sculptor came up and took a bow and was whooping it up and I wanted to push him off the stage. I thought I might do it. They took the photo for the newspaper and just as they were doing it, that son of a bitch Gary Dunkel comes up beside me and shoves me into the mayor. Attacking me from behind, like a coward. I wouldn't have fallen over, but I had a few more cocktails at the unveiling, which I'm not going to apologize for and I know you're going to judge me about as you always do, if you're even still reading these emails. A few fans that were there got involved and there was a bit of a fight right there on the stage. I definitely got trampled on a bit and I think I lost my wallet in the fracas. At one point, Gary stood over me and looked at me and said "Memorial Day 1992. Tell your father that I'll never forget." What the fuck does that even mean! Just a second later, a guy in a lobster t-shirt clocked him with a rod and they had it out pretty bad. This weekend is not turning out how I'd expected. I honestly don’t know if Gary survived, he strikes me as a very fragile man. It might be going a little better if you could ANSWER MY EMAILS, PLEASE.

[SUNDAY, 7:41 PM]:

I'm beginning to think that this isn't about the money anymore. I'm beginning to think that it's personal. Is this because I tried to hold your hand? It was a very emotional Easter for me. Hearing a lot of police sirens tonight and the last I saw the mayor he was wearing some kind of tactical vest. He looks tough!

[MONDAY, 12:58 AM]:

If you're going to read any of these emails, please let it be this one which I'm sending from a hardware store on the edge of town, for my own safety. After the incident on the stage, Susan Wilkes took me and some other people to dinner on the pier in what she described as a secure zone, which was lovely. She kept wanting to hold my head next to her body, which was intense at first, but after a while felt comforting. (The waiter was kind of weirded out about it but I guess SOME PEOPLE just aren't into people helping others.) As we were getting the bill, we heard the sound of glass smashing. We turned around to see that the townspeople were going absolutely nuts. Someone threw a brick through the window! We went outside to see a group of guys had cut down the statue and were attempting to throw it into the ocean! They sliced it off at the legs and had carried it all the way to the water! I knew the thing was a cheap piece of shit! What a disgrace to my dad! I was so angry! I went out to get in their faces and get some answers, and who was directing traffic? Gary Dunkel! I was happy to see he wasn’t killed. But he looked bad! Very bruised! I was really ready to say something. I wanted to get in their faces and ask what was going on but before I could, some of the fans showed up in costume and got after them! Jeez, it was really ugly. The fans were greater in number but the guys from the town had tools, and all seemed like really fucked up weird guys. There was a lobster roll stand that was on fire and every window at the restaurant was broken and a guy in a crab t-shirt was really crying. At least one guy was face down in the lagoon. The last thing I saw before Susan led me into the back of a moving truck was Gary getting absolutely pummelled with a tire iron. He couldn’t have survived that one! I wonder what my dad did to make him so angry. I guess I’ll never know.

[THURSDAY, 4:18 PM]:

So much has changed since the last email I sent you and I feel as if I am a completely different person. But I can tell you that I have a new family who love and care about me. Susan has a beautiful plot of land near the Canadian border that she assures no one knows about. I traded my phone for passage and goods so can you let my girlfriend know I won’t be back for a very long time? Also I have begun having sex with Susan’s daughter Euphrates so I feel like the gf and me are not going to make it. She’s a magical woman! A lot like her mother. This could be a new beginning for me. My dad would be very proud.

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 214: The Middle

The next day, Ren decided to stop in Akihabara to see how Shinya was doing. Once she entered the arcade, she glanced at him and could feel an intense aura emitting from him. He wasn’t cursing up a storm as he usually does, but she could tell that a storm was brewing all the same.

She approached him cautiously, and waited for him to finish the round. Once he was done, she said “Um, hi.”

Shinya turned the game’s gun on her. Ren jumped up for a second. Shinya, realizing it was just Ren, lowered the gun, and said “Oh. …Sorry.”

Ren chuckled. “Eh heh. It’s fine. How are you doing?” Shinya grunted. “You wanna talk about it?”

Shinya paused for a moment. “...Fine.” Ren nodded. They went outside and grabbed some drinks from the vending machine. “Every time I think about how Takekuma cheated, I get mad. But it's even worse when I think about how he treated you.”

“I know it’s frustrating,” Ren said, “but it’s not healthy to obsess over, you know?”

“Mmmm,” Shinya grunted. “It’s not just him though. Plenty of people look down on me or my mom. I’m sick of it!”

Ren sighed. “I can’t say that you’re wrong, but… I don’t know if you’re going about this the right way.”

“What should I do then?!” Shinya responded. “Let them get away with it?! Just let them walk all over me.”

“Well, no…” Ren tentatively agreed. “But it’s important not to escalate things. I mean, I tried that, and it only made my situation worse.”

“Hmmmm,” Shinya pondered. “So then what?”

“Well…maybe you should try to level with them,” Ren suggested.

“Level with them?” Shinya replied.

Ren nodded. “Yeah. Just try talking things through with them. I mean, I don’t know if it’ll work entirely, but it's better than just trying to channel your unbridled fury at them.”

Shinya looked down. “Perhaps you’re right. Although I doubt that Takekuma is up for something like that.”

“Well, in some cases, it is better to just let go and not talk to them again,” Ren said.

“I’m not sure that’ll happen,” Shinya said. “He’s the kind of guy that likes to make people feel small, so I think he’ll be back.”

“True…” Ren said.

Shinya smirked. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be prepared. I think I know how to get around his cheating, but I’ll have to work at it. But thanks to you, I’m not going to get distracted by my rage.”

Ren giggled. “That’s the spirit!”

Tower-Shinya Oda: Rank 5

“So, wanna go practice for a bit?” Ren suggested.

Shinya chuckled. “You know it!” The two recycled their drinks, and then played Gun About until Shinya had to head home.

As Ren was leaving Akihabara, she got a message from Haru.

Haru: Hello.

Haru: Would you mind accompanying me for a bit?

Haru: I want to look into different styles of food and drink.

Ren: Of course.

Ren: Um, where do you want to go?

Haru: I was thinking about going to a hotel called the Wilton.

Haru: They have an exquisite buffet.

Ren: I’m aware.

Ren: We went there after we took down Kamoshida.

Haru: Oh. I see.

Haru: Well then, I’m sure you know how good it is.

Ren: I’ll meet you there.

Haru: Alright.

Haru: See you soon.

Ren: Seeya!

Ren put her phone away, and headed to the Wilton.

Once she and Haru were there, they grabbed some food, and took a seat. Haru had also ordered coffee for the two of them, and it quickly arrived.

Haru chuckled. “The service here really is nice.”

“Indeed,” Ren agreed.

Haru nodded. “I’ve come here often with my father, so I know the food is good.” She glanced at her coffee cup. “But I’ve only recently been getting into coffee. I want to get a sense of how good things are all around if I wish to make something that’s good.”

Ren looked at her coffee. “This…isn’t ordinary coffee, is it?”

Haru giggled. “How could you tell?”

“I’ve spent enough time in Leblanc to grow accustomed to things,” Ren answered.

“Well, you’re right,” Haru said. “This is dark ivory coffee. Apparently one cup costs 6,000 yen.”

Ren was surprised. “Um, I can take care of my bill…”

Haru chuckled. “It's quite alright I invited you here, so I can take care of things. Besides, as your senpai, I don’t mind treating you as my kohai.”

“I see,” Ren said.

“In any case, I think it’s worth a try,” Haru said. “I want only the best for the customers, so if this is the best, I’ll take note of it.” She lifted her cup. “Cheers.”

Ren did the same. “Cheers.” They took a drink. “Hmmmmm… This has a strange mellow flavor, with a hint of bitterness. Very different than what’s at Leblanc.”

“I agree,” Haru said. “But that comes with its own issues. I do think it tastes good, but I can hardly say that this is coffee. Apparently, it was brewed using beans gathered from elephant dung.”

Ren was shocked. “Wait, what?!”

Haru nervously chuckled. “Sorry. I was afraid if you knew beforehand you wouldn’t give it a try.”

“Well…” Ren replied. “I dunno…”

“Thanks for being so kind about this,” Haru said. “But this is actually a little more common than you think. Another kind of rare coffee, kopi luwak, is made from gathering beans from the feces of a small cat called a civet.”

“You know,” Ren remarked. “Truth really is stranger than fiction.”

Haru giggled. “Perhaps if we’re nice enough, maybe Mona-chan would let us make coffee with his beans.”

“I think we’d have to ask him first,” Ren said.

“Of course,” Haru said. “But if it tastes good enough, it could become Leblanc’s specialty. Oh, but we need him for operations and stuff. And I imagine harvesting the beans would be a full time job.”

"I guess that’s true too,” Ren said.

“Hmmm,” Haru thought. “Coffee is a lot more complex the more you think about it.”

“True,” Ren agreed, “but the same could be said about anything.”

Haru chuckled. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Haru?!” A voice said. Haru and Ren turned around. Haru recognized the man as Takekura. “I didn’t expect people your age coming here.”

“Oh, Takekura-san,” Haru replied. “Are you here on business?”

“You could say that,” Takekura replied. "Right now, we’re planning a meeting with investors, and we’re looking into different venues. Neutral territory is beneficial for all parties.”

“I see…” Haru said.

“If you do insist on coming, this place might be a good pick,” Takemura continued. “I mean, you clearly enjoy the food.”

“Right,” Haru said.

“But then again, it would be more beneficial if you just let us handle things,” Takakura added. “I’m sure you have a lot on your plate otherwise.”

“I’m fine,” Haru retorted. “I want what’s best for the company too. And I feel like if I let go, I don’t have as much of a say.”

“I see,” Takekura said. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for tonight, let me take care of the bill.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Haru protested.

“I insist,” Takekura said. “After all, I am your elder.”

“Well, if you insist…” Haru said.

Takekura nodded. “You just focus on enjoying your evening with your friend here.”

Haru nodded back. “Right.” Takekura nodded once more, and left to take care of the bill.

“Is that the guy you were telling me about earlier?” Ren asked.

Haru nodded. “Takakura-san. He’s really adamant about me giving up my control.”

Ren shrugged. “He seems nice enough.”

“Yeah…” Haru said. “But I don’t know if I want to give it up without fully communicating what I want. And I’m working on that right now.” She sighed. “I know I told him I was fine, but my plate is as full as he says it is. Between school, being a Phantom Thief, and the business, I’m a little more exhausted than ever. But I also feel more whole, if that makes sense.”

“I think it does,” Ren said.

Haru smiled. “Thanks. You always know just what to say.”

Empress-Haru Okumura: Rank 4

Haru sighed. “I just wish I could figure out how to make dishes even half as good as this.”

“You wanna know something?” Ren said. Haru nodded. “Sumire’s mom is a chef here.”

Haru was surprised. "Really?!”

Ren nodded. “Maybe we can ask to stop over at her place sometime to get a demonstration or something.”

Haru nodded. “That sounds wonderful.” Haru checked the time. “It’s starting to get a little late. Let’s finish what we have and call it a night. But I will talk to Sumire about your idea.” Ren chuckled. They finished their food, and headed home for the night.

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Reader needing to be a cockwarmer for Jamie some nights to be able to go to sleep. No necessarily sex, just the closeness. And Jamie is more than happy to oblige.

oh lord... this>>>> IM OBSESSED. i hope you like it love!! <3

cockwarming jamie because you can't sleep!

୨♡୧ not quite smut... but it's still nsfw!! don't read it if you're uncomfortable! <3

You had been tossing and turning for the past hour, trying to get comfortable in your bed. You tried lying on your back, your left side, your right side, your front… and nothing was working. You hoped you would fall asleep before Jamie would get home so you didn’t keep him awake with all your moving around. When you heard a car door shut outside, you groaned in frustration and threw one of the pillows to the other side of the room and got out of bed to greet your boyfriend. You slipped on a fluffy robe and threw the pillow back onto the bed before going downstairs.

“Hi love, I didn’t expect you to come back so soon.” You say before yawning, throwing your arms around his waist.

“I did text you,” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead, “you should go to sleep-”

“I can’t.” You sigh, “I’ve been trying for almost an hour now. I couldn’t get comfortable.”

“Maybe I can help,” he chuckles, “you always say you almost fall asleep when I play with your hair.” He peels your arms off of him, leaving you with a frown on your face, “I’ve got one last phone call to make, darling, then I’ll be up, okay?”

You nod your head and he kisses your cheek before sitting at the kitchen table, phone in his hand. You go back up to your bedroom and take your robe off, hanging it up on the door before getting back into bed wearing only one of Jamie’s t-shirts.

You rearrange the pillows and lie back, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come up. After a few minutes you hear the stairs creak, meaning he’s on his way. He gently opens the door, just in case you had fallen asleep, but when he sees you sitting up typing away on your phone he knows he no longer has to try being quiet.

“Still can’t sleep?” He asks, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his trousers. You shake your head.

“No,” you sigh, “how was your day?”

“Oh, the usual,” he starts to explain whilst undressing, leaving him in just his boxers as he slips into bed beside you. When he pulls you towards him, you get an idea. Something you had done maybe twice before on nights when you can’t sleep.

“Jamie…” You begin, looking up at your boyfriend as he runs his fingers up and down your arm, “do you think I could- I mean, would you let me…” You don’t know how to ask, too embarrassed to say ‘sorry Jamie I can’t sleep and I’ve missed you all day, can you put your cock in me to see if it will help?’

“What’s that, darling?” He asks, kissing your shoulder, “what do you want?”

“To feel full… I need to feel you, please-”

“Shh,” he hushes you, “you need my cock, baby? Is that it?”

“Yes, please.” You whisper, feeling one his hands leave you. He pulls his boxers down his thighs, then realises it’ll be easier to just take them off entirely.

“Come here then,” he whispers, helping you onto his lap. He takes his cock, positioning it so you can just slide down onto it. When you do, you let out a sigh, “feeling better?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you.” You mutter into his shoulder as your body is pressed against his. Your eyes fall shut almost instantly.

After a while, Jamie pulls the covers up over the both of you. However, his hips jerk slightly as he reaches down, causing you to groan in your sleep, your hips starting to move themselves back and forwards slowly. Jamie tries his best not to move again, not wanting to disturb you anymore, although your movements were tempting him, he knew better than to fuck you in your sleep- although the two of you had talked about it before.

Instead, he decided to move you so you now laid on your side next to him. When his cock slipped out of you, you let out a small groan again, but this time you woke up.

“Jamie?” You whispered, still partially asleep.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m still here, I’m just moving you, baby, you can have my cock again in a second, okay?”

You take a deep breath as he slips back into you, you push your ass back against him to feel him deeper as he wraps an arm around your side.

“You can go back to sleep, darling. I’m right here.” He tells you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before falling asleep beside (and inside) you.

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#jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut

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Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Chapter 66: Comments + JP-ENG translation differences

Dear CCS fans, welcome back to our appointment with insanity after two months of withdrawal 😂😂 How are you? Last time we gathered here to comment chapter 65, I said that was the first chapter of the future volume 14, but lo and behold, it wasn’t true!! 😂 Yep, because a couple of weeks later Kodansha revealed the cover and details of volume 13, and we found out it’ll be bigger than the other volumes: 192 pages instead of 160, giving it room to print chapter 65 in that same volume. Therefore, the one that will open the future volume 14 will be the chapter we will analyze today, chapter 66! Unexpectedly, this chapter made me laugh a lot! More for some personal ideas than anything else, but I wasn’t expecting that 😂 This time around there are some clarifications to be made about a particular scene (I think it is a misunderstanding, OF COURSE, at the expense of Kaito). And some other things to point out. But before doing that, let me put the Gif of the Month here. This is literally what I will think about everytime I will see Yelan, from now on:

The Color page

Mermaid Sakura!! ...Or so the JP text says on the color page 😂 Very pretty as usual, with all those pearls it reminded me a bit of Akiho’s dress….but it doesn’t give me the feeling of the color page opening a last volume of a series. Compare it with the color page that opened volume 12 of the old series….it was a color page that indicated clearly where the story was going and what would be the climax of the series. This one seems quite....generic? Pretty, yes, but not very worthy as the introduction to a last volume. Should we infer that volume 14 won’t be the last one just by this? It’s probably too soon to say, but….seeing the pacing of this chapter, I’m almost tempted to say that it won’t be.

The Red Queen’s Castle

We left our Cat and Alice (I’ll call them that, since calling them with the name of the corresponding characters wouldn’t sound too correct right now, cause it really seems like I was right last time: our Sakura went with someone who’s not Syaoran) flying on the back of the Shade Card (shaped after the Jabberwocky), and they finally reach what will probably be their final destination? The Red Queen’s Castle.

And let me tell you, the art for the castle is really impressive, I absolutely loved it. Featuring those same clocks that appeared in the play, the gear decorations, the roses and the thorns….but most importantly, the black and white duality, that will be a constant throughout the castle. Despite not remembering who she really is, Alice is very observant and makes questions: she notices the castle and surroundings are made of iron and stone, but the part underneath is made of crystal. She asks why, but the Cat makes a pensive face and doesn’t reply. They land, Shade gets dispelled, and here’s the page that probably gave me the most creeps in this chapter… Alice looks at the Cat, quite intimidated, and the stare he gives back…..yeah it probably gave the chills to more than one of you, right? 😅He seems...quite displeased….maybe because of the questions she made? Alice does seem to not trust this Cat completely… The Cat, probably realizing that, fine-tunes his behavior and welcomes officially Alice to the Red Queen’s castle, telling her that she’s waiting for her.

Spartan Methods

Somewhere else, two people we haven’t been seeing since long time open a conversation through a magic portal: it’s our favorite megane magician Eriol and our favorite mother in law Yelan!! 😂 I’d daresay it’s the “club of the excluded” 😂 Let me say that Yelan is gorgeous in this chapter, more than usual!! And so they waste no time: Eriol reveals that the infamous “no-touch” spell, the one that caused a shock to Syaoran everytime he tried to touch Sakura, was casted on the little wolf by none other than his own mother!! Now, please, as a Kaito fan, let me for one moment breathe this moment of freedom, cause this stuff of the no-touch spell has been going on ever since chapter 36, thirty chapters ago, and for the whole duration of it I kept seeing comments like “It was probably Kaito’s doing”, despite Syaoran ascertaining almost immediately that it wasn’t him. 😅Now that we know it was Yelan’s doing, hopefully I’ll stop seeing those comments around 😂 And, of course, hopefully that means that Sakura and Syaoran will be able to touch from now on. But why our Suegra (how the Spanish speaking fandom affectionately calls her!!) had to cast that spell? She explains it herself: she saw in a water divination (note: the ENG translation talks about a “dowsing” – I’m not too familiar with this term but my English speaking friends told me that it’s not entirely expressing the “water divination” connotation, hence why I specified it here. Water divination is, after all, Yelan’s specialty) that in the near future her son would’ve needed to discern a real Sakura from one that wasn’t her. Yelan knew it would’ve been impossible to distinguish with the mere eyesight and such. And here I have to point out something: the ENG translation makes it sound like this event will happen in the near future from now on, but no, she was actually referring to the time when she made the divination - the event in the end arrived, in the form of Syaoran realizing the one he rescued wasn’t Sakura but Mirror. Eriol lowkey calls her out, pointing out that causing a shock when they touched might have been a bit over the top, but Yelan replies: “Sometimes it’s necessary to rely exclusively on your touch sense, rather than your ability to think”. And here Eriol says something that made me laugh so much and probably will for the rest of the month: “And doing all of that without even telling to your own son…. Just as rumored, you’re quite Sparta(n)”. It’s different from what the ENG translation made her say, but it isn’t a mistake, as the use of the word “Sparta” in Japanese can also refer to being “strict”, indeed 😂but now you do understand why I chose that Gif of The Month for this chapter?? Yelan answers that level is actually soft for her (my gosh, this woman is unhinged) (and yes, another little difference with the ENG, which makes it look like *Eriol* was being gentle with her), but Eriol is worried for the situation: a card has been stolen, and it’s actually being used by the magician (Kaito).

After checking just now the Spanish translation, that I always trust with confidence even and especially where my skills are lacking, I can confirm that my initial impression on the scene that I'm about to analyze was correct: we have a translation mistake, and also quite heavy cause in the ENG version it makes it look like they're throwing shade at Kaito (as usual), when actually they're talking about something different. I checked other languages too, and while each one gives their own interpretation, the Spanish one is the one that I trust more because it's the most accurate out there, so I will put here how we intended that scene: ENG: "No matter what magical trickery he used to wrest the Card from its true master...her powers must not be as mature as we reckoned"

JP: "It was a Card that was ripped from its true master with a magic technique (by Syaoran). So I guess he didn't manage to pass all her power to its full capacity (into the card)" Basically. They're not talking about Kaito at all, here. Yelan is explaining that since Mirror was a Card ripped from Sakura by force, she was in a weakened state because not all of Sakura's power was passed into it when Syaoran executed the magic spell. And this weakened power was what probably made possible for Kaito to have the upper hand over Mirror (since we've been told before that the Cards have enough powers to resist being taken away, yes, BUT WHEN THEY'RE WITH SAKURA). Why am I sure this is the right interpretation? Because Kaito never took Mirror away directly from Sakura. It was Syaoran who did. And in fact, in this panel, we can see Sakura and Syaoran together. They're talking about them, not Kaito. And Yelan, as the strict mother she is, is giving responsability for what happened to who casted the magic technique, that is, her son Syaoran. Is it clearer now?

Eriol wonders how it’s possible that Yuna D. Kaito is always one step ahead of them. Yelan is sure he doesn’t have the power to see the future….but while everyone is racking their brains, here comes the other big excluded from the games: Kaho, who suggests that Kaito might be rewinding time repeatedly to fix stuff that didn’t go as he wanted. Yelan, with a worried expression, quickly points out that if he keeps doing that, his life will get definitely shaved off. Another reminder, if we needed any, that what Kaito is doing does have consequences on him. While Eriol and Yelan talk about this, we can see an image of Kaito in his Association attire “shattering away”. It’s a nice reminder that all these people know about Kaito are excerpts from his life at his ex-Association. They don't know anything of the current Kaito. Then, the question that even stones at this point are making themselves: what does he want to obtain? Why going that far? The group, alas, doesn’t know. (And this shatters my idea that maybe Eriol did understand about Akiho’s situation in those reports from the Association). But whatever it is, “it has already started”, as Eriol says. And here I want to point out a little clarification on who Eriol is precisely talking about in the next line: the JP text actually says

JP: “We can’t really do anything from here, just have faith in those two”

As you can see, the ENG mentions “the children”, and this could be mistaken as including a bit of the whole cast of children in Clear Card, but Eriol here is specifically referring to Sakura and Syaoran.

I know, I know it might seem like Eriol is conveniently retiring from the games (😂), but I actually think here he’s got enough trust in the capabilities and good heart of Sakura and Syaoran. I say “good heart” because I still believe Eriol got an inkling of what’s necessary to stop Kaito, as he hinted in the short story n. 4. And let’s not forget that the Clockland where Sakura and Akiho are in right now seems quite impenetrable. So even if he wanted, he wouldn't really be able to get access where they are right now.

BUUUT! Let’s go back to our Clockland indeed, because Alice and the Cat in the meantime reached the Gardens, and……

I Am The Red Queen

Yes, it’s *that* garden, my readers. The garden where Lilie sometimes met Kaito, but most importantly, the garden where Akiho met Kaito the first time. With the same arch of roses, fountain, rose bushes everywhere. I’ve always had the impression that was the garden of the villa where the Squid clan had its headquarters. Someone is sitting in the same spot Lilie, Akiho and Kaito himself used to sit on: it’s the Clear Card Promise, with the appearances of Yukito. Yukito greets Alice with a “good morning” but she rebuts that it’s night right now, so probably “good evening” would be more fitting. Yukito says that in this land the time doesn’t flow just in one direction, “ahead”. Sakura ponders what that means, and if the time speeds up or slows down, or even turns back….who decides for it? Yukito doesn’t answer, but smiles instead, in a very…..Kaito-like way. Alice, as we were saying, is very observant and she notices that the roses in that garden are all white, despite this being the Red Queen’s garden. How come? Weren’t they supposed to be red? And then, she says something peculiar:

JP: “This place….feels very important. To someone. Extremely important”

The Cat looks at her with a seemingly annoyed expression, and urges her to keep going. This, my readers, to me is the proof that behind the Cat that is accompanying our Alice/Sakura….there’s Kaito. Because yes, we already said it in last chapter, with that gazebo appearing out of nowhere, that the dream intertwined with this Clockland was probably Kaito’s. But here? This garden really screams “Kaito’s subconscious”, but even more so the Cat’s reaction to Sakura’s observation. Not answering. Changing subject. Trying to run away from an answer he isn’t ready to give yet. Yep, this Cat definitely behaves like him. The two proceed, but hey! Yukito isn’t done yet! In fact, he tells Alice (with Yue’s eyes, exactly like it happened when he released his kekkai some chapters ago) one last, important advice: “Don’t forget the promise you made”. But Alice’s answer is confused: “To whom?” Now, we probably all remember how the Promise Card was born in the first place; it was due to a promise that Sakura made together with Yukito that she would tell immediately to her brother, should Yukito end up hurt because of the contract he made with the Tsukimine Shrine. But you see….I think in this scene it’s not so important the content of the promise per se. I think the Promise itself is the real important thing, because the impression I have is that this Promise could prompt Sakura to remember about Yukito, and therefore helping her in remembering about her identity too.

Yukito gets covered by a transparent fabric (Lucid Card) and disappears. The Cat, once again, urges Alice to go forward. It almost seems as if the Cat….doesn’t want Alice to get distracted.

Passing through a big hallway (perfectly divided in black and white, like everything else in this castle), Alice poses another one of her questions to the Cat: she asks him if he ever met the Red Queen, and when he answers yes, she fires the next question: “what she’s like?” And how do you think our Cat replied to such a direct question? Yes, exactly, with another set of “…..” 😂 But it’s when Sakura asks “Does she resemble me?” that the Cat seems to be getting nervous...or irritated. Hm. That’s strange. She either touched a sensitive topic or the fact she made that question might have brought her one inch closer to destroy the spell she’s under, and the whole Clockland. The Cat, if he is who I think it is, of course won’t be happy about that.

And when the door to the Queen’s Room opens, it reveals another breathtaking scenery: water (a callback to the water in the color page? That’s why Sakura is a mermaid?), stairs (carefully divided in black and white), a pattern that seems precisely the one of Siege on the background, a rose and two people on the sides of the room: it’s Choice (with Touya’s appearance) and Kindness (with Fujitaka’s appearance.)

And on the background, there’s her.

The Red Queen introduces herself, still covered by that black veil, with a beautiful but sad expression. Akiho seems to have lost her sense of self too.

And waaaaah, this is how chapter 66 leaves us, with a big cliffhanger (as usual!) since reaching the Queen seemed the ultimate goal, and now in the next chapter we’ll probably begin to see what Kaito wants Sakura to do in this Clockland!!

A bit of random additional considerations on this chapter: as I had already stated in my post for chapter 64, when the play started, the characters of the play have all been featured with a different font than usual in the bubbles. They were playing a role, after all. If the character was talking outside the play (like, for example, Syaoran in previous chapter), that character would get a regular font. But the Sakura talking in the environment of the play (included *after* she crossed to the other side) and even the Syaoran who is accompanying her to the Red Queen right now, or the Red Queen herself, they all talk with a particular font. It might seem a little thing, but it’s actually VERY important to discern who’s *playing a role* and who is their genuine self. As I often said, Clear Card needs to be read on all its different levels, to be able to understand it fully in all its nuances.

I thought this might’ve been the first chapter of the very last volume of this sequel, but seeing the pace in which things happened in this chapter, I’m not so sure anymore. We’ll need to see the next one. And now, a quick reminder of the dates for the next chapter, chapter 67:

October 30th, on Bookwalker (digital, ENG) October 31st, on Clamp-fans and Comic-days (digital, JP and other languages) November 2nd, on Nakayoshi (paper and digital, JP)

As usual, I'll await for your questions and theories in my inbox! See you at the end of October!!

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put me in a movie.

summary. | He knows you can’t make it on your own, so he’ll put you in his movie.

warnings. | Dubcon (reader doesn’t know what he’s doing but consents to it), smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal), virginity loss, choking, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, corruption kink, innocence kink, cream pie kink, penetration, teasing, praise, filming, voyeurism, porn (the industry), fluff, yearning, Daddy kink, humiliation, overstimulation, dumbification kink, and more. SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 6.5k.

pairing. | Grey!Pornstar!Helmut Zemo x Innocent!Reader.

a/n. | please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know. inspired by wet, written by the talented @thewritingdoll! do not translate or repost my fics at all.

You don’t like the heat, but you love the summer. The way the days are seldom cold and cloudy, with that occasional breeze that your skin gracefully soaks up in the same way your beach towel soaks up the water on your bathing suit. Popsicles of different flavours dripping down your skin and onto the hot sidewalk. The sticky residue makes you cringe, and you’d use the damp side of your towel to wipe it away. It would work for a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two, before the feeling returns.

You hate the heat, but you love to see him. Those swim trunks of his sticking to his wet skin. They’re a blue colour that seems easy to describe at first glance, but you’ll soon realize just how many shades of navy blue there are, and suddenly you don't even know what colour they are. Maybe it’s the colour of the jeans the cameramen wear, or perhaps it’s the colour of the night sky at around six in the evening during the summertime.

They lug heavy equipment, and you just wonder if they’re filming a movie. If your friends and family members got word, they’d probably lose their minds before begging you to get them a part. Vying for fame runs through the family tree branches, and even you would want a small part in it as well. You give them empty promises, forgetting their words after a few minutes until the following text message or phone call.

You don’t spend much time at the beach anymore. Heck, you haven’t been there since June. Your friends have left with their boyfriends and girlfriends on a trip to Bali, and all you have are your family members to keep you company. Your white fence, magazine and lawn chair are all you know of now. You spend your days outdoors, knowing each one will be filled with the same things. The sunlight, bees buzzing, and seagulls having unwarranted ferociousness.

Your parents spend their days at work, and you stay home to hold your small fort down. You don’t water the grass or touch the garden because your father does it better than anyone. You don’t touch the paint meant for the walls or the furniture boxes that are strewn across the floors because your mother knows where to put them and how to paint. You just relax, and you don’t mind it at all.

That was until you saw him.

Curiosity is your closest friend other than the blue raspberry flavoured popsicles that take up more space in your freezer than anything else. So when the empty house next door suddenly filled up with around half a dozen people, you just couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing. So you peer over the fence, standing on the small two-step ladder that your dad stole from his previous job. Women and a few men are laughing, dressed down in both swimsuits and t-shirts. Their bodies are lovely, the pinnacle of beauty that you sometimes envy. Other times, you’d feel as though you’re the prettiest girl in the world, and that’s not far from the truth. They’ve got different brands of alcohol in their hands, White Claw cans littered on the ground, and you cringe at the mess.

They must be mentally younger than you’ll ever be again because no person older than you can act like this. Heavy, black cameras are resting nearby briefcases, and you hope to god that nothing illegal is going on. The last thing you need is the police questioning you at 1 in the morning. Some of the men ogle at the younger ladies, and they bask in the attention. You watch as their eyes rake up and down their shiny, sweaty bodies.

“Oh, please, the least you all can do is wait for me before you start the party,” a man snickers, stepping out of the house. You look over to him, and your breath is taken away. Water drips down his face, cascading down to his neck and onto his slightly hairy chest—a navy bluish-purple robe and those blue swim shorts that peek through underneath the cloth. The colour of the fabric goes oh so well with the blue of his eyes. They all laugh until they’re sighing and already cracking open another bottle of beer.

You admire him from afar, and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the way he moves: such grace, such elusiveness. The glass in his hand isn’t cheap beer or tequila; it’s whiskey that looks rich as fuck, and he swigs it back like it’s water. You remember the first time your father and mother brought whiskey home from the local liquor store. Your father didn’t enjoy it, and neither did your mother. It sat in a random cupboard until a year ago when your mother decided to throw it out.

He lets out an exhale as the amber liquid flows down his throat, and you watch in awe as he handles the burn like a champion. God, you can’t even handle beer if you try hard enough. He gently places the glass onto the table, far away from the men’s feet, as he knows that they can be quite clumsy. There must be a proper name for all feelings; you believe. Like that feeling when it dawns on you that you’ll never experience something like this ever again.

Or maybe the feeling that Helmut has right now. Not the excitement of finishing this film, and not the tiredness that is a result of working too hard. No, the feeling that he knows you’re watching him from over the fence. He sans his hand towards you, and you quickly duck down, letting out a whimper. You nearly fall from the small ladder, but it wouldn’t be so graceful if it did happen. “What’s wrong, Baron?” one of his co-stars teasingly asks.

“Nothing... Must’ve been the whiskey…”

You don’t hate the summer; you just don’t like the boredom. Even relaxation is something you can tire of, believe it or not. You’ve got nothing to do. Your friends are still out of town, and your parents are at work. You’ve cleaned the house not once, not twice, but three times. Your closet is as clean as it’ll ever be, and the pantry is now organized by most used to least used. The plants have been properly watered, even though it wasn’t necessary since the forecast said there’d be light rain.

You love the rain, especially during the summertime. The sky makes the surrounding world have an almost orange tone to it. The after smell––an earthy, oceanic scent that is so unique––is something you’ll forever look forward to. You’re excited for the day it’ll rain, but even meteorologists tend to be wrong, and Mother Nature has a thing for keeping her children on their toes. It’s one of the many reasons why you love her. So with your little red dress on, you spin around in the backyard.

You’re sensible. You know what creepy crawlers lie underneath the dirt, between the fluffy grass. So instead of being barefoot (just like in those Sofia Loren movies) and playing around, you grab that little latter once again. You’ve scrubbed the grooves and cleaned them of their plant stains––sloppily, of course. Your oversized slippers belong to your dad, and they struggle to stay on your feet, but it doesn’t matter.

You’re not going to be moving around much, anyway. You move the latter closer to where you last saw the group of men and women. You truly hope you don’t get caught and get into any trouble; the last thing you want is your parents scolding you and embarrassing you. You step up on the ladder carefully, grasping onto the wooden fence for support. The surface is hot to the touch, and you really want to let go, but you really shouldn’t. You whisper affirmations along the lines of ‘I won’t fall…’ over and over again, under your breath.

And you hope to God they work.

Admittedly, you also hope he’s wearing those blue swim shorts of his again. The look (and he) resides in your heart, amongst other tubes and canals that have learned to make room for friends, family and passions. But he’s not a friend, he’s not family, and he’s most certainly not a passion. ...He’s something else, that’s for sure. An enigma, really. He reminds you of that feeling––the one that has a name, temptation. Someone tells you not to do something you weren’t going to do in the first place, and now you want to do it.

Except the case is different. You shouldn’t be perving on strangers like this––sneaking up on them, spying on them––all because you just can’t help it. Your mind tells you to stop, but it’s just giving you all the more reason to continue doing it. So, until you nearly get caught one more time, you’ll continue to watch him. Desperate to figure out who he is and what he’s doing.

The cameras are no longer on the ground; a smart decision, given that there’s a pool that takes up more space than anything. The blue water of pools has always fooled you. You grew up believing that it was the true colour of water, not even knowing that it was, in fact, the tiles and not the water. There’s no mess there either, clean and tidy. Maybe professionally done, because the concrete has but not one dark spot or crease where grass grows out of it.

Laid perfectly, you know your mother and father would admire it for a few minutes. You squint your eyes and gaze at the glass sliding door. Inside is him. You let out one of those dreamy, love-filled sighs that only main characters do in romance movies. You watch him as he pours himself a cup of coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar, and a dash of what seems to be almond milk.

You wonder if he likes iced coffees, as they can be so nice during the summertime. He wears those lovely blue swim shorts once again, hair slightly damp (with a pretty curliness to a few strands) and a navy bathrobe. It’s that same outfit as the other time you saw him, and you realize that they’re probably filming a movie. He moves around the counter, putting away certain little ingredients and whatnot.

The most mundane actions ever, ones that even you did just this morning. But god, he just makes it all seem so unique. He cards his fingers through his brown, almost dirty blond hair. There are clumps of strands that stick together, wetness that’ll dry probably as soon as he steps outside. He faces the window, staring out towards the fence that has been freshly painted, and sighs.

His head lulls back, and his neck is exposed. He’s probably both an actor and a model, you think to yourself. His chest hair has grown a bit more, and you can’t find yourself complaining. Tingles run through your body and even down to your pussy. You rub your thighs together, trying to make the feeling go away, while still being careful about holding onto the fence. You hope that he doesn’t know you’re watching him because you’ll never be able to live that down.

And it’s just so unfortunate that Helmut is such a clever man. Heightened senses from when he used to camp a lot when he was younger; he just knows practically everything. He knows you’re watching him, squinting your eyes until they’re nearly shut close. The skin around them wrinkles in the most adorable way, just like the way your nose scrunches up out of instinct. God, he could kiss every crevice of your body, even if you don’t know who he is.

“Hey, Helmut, we have a few re-shoots to do. Do you want to start now?” one of the cameramen asks him, holding a microphone in his hand. “No… I’m tired; we’ll do it all tomorrow,” Helmut says, waving his hand. He’s no longer looking outside and instead at the man who he’s addressing. He nods and walks off before Helmut follows him. Common courtesy is to always escort your guests out, and Helmut was raised with manners. With a hand on the man’s lower back, and a smile on his face, Helmut gently pushes him out the door and locks it.

You watch him as he disappears, seemingly leading someone out of his home, and you think all is fine. That is until that little voice in your mind decides to be obnoxious. The slight possibility that you’ve been caught and he’s mad haunts you, and your breath hitches. Your eyeballs are wide open, as big as the eyes of an owl, and your hands shake a bit out of fear. They dampen up a bit, not enough to the point where you’d be disgusted, but they’re clammy nonetheless.

You make a move to jump off the latter, not caring about the possible risk of falling and scraping your pretty legs. Your hands begin to let go of the fence, but they’re stopped by someone grabbing you by your wrists. You let out a squeal of shock as they hold you tightly from over the barrier, and you’re screwed. “I’m sorry!” you quickly yell, squinting your eyes out of fear. You’re not sure what to expect, whether he would yell at you or threaten to call the cops.

“No, it’s okay. Calm down, I’m not mad. Come back,” Helmut tells you, and you calm down. Yet you’re still nervous, scared that he’s a liar and that you’ll be in deep shit with the law. You step back onto the latter and are wary of looking over the wood. His eyes meet yours, and you swallow thickly. “I’m not mad, okay? I think it’s kind of cute. You’re like a curious little bunny,” he smiles, and you giggle.

“Never been called that before, usually just a curious cat,” you share with him, and he laughs. “Well, that’s not wrong,” he adds. A brief silence intrudes, and you just stare at one another. Helmut’s eyes jump from feature to feature on your face, relishing in that unique gorgeousness of yours. Someone like you will never be found amongst models because you’re an absolute angel. You’re like a pretty rose amongst other flowers; all are beautiful in their own ways, but you always manage to stand out.

You wonder if Helmut is the wolf to your bunny. That dark look in his eyes that compliments his features and overall attitude. He carries himself in such a way that old Hollywood actors wish they were so graceful. He’s the polar opposite of you––seemingly. But from the few words you’ve exchanged with each other, he just might be a bunny friend to yours. “I- I saw that there were cameras and I heard people talking… Are you filming a movie?” you ask him.

“...Yes, we are, bunny. I apologize for being so loud. Do you forgive me?” Helmut questions with a smile on his face. You nod your head and bite on your bottom lip, watching as his eyes brighten up a bit. “What’s it about? Can I know? Are you the main protagonist? Or the antagonist? What genre is it?” you interrogate, flooding him with questions. “Shh, one at a time, bunny. It’s very, very special and secretive. I can’t tell you much. But I’m the main protagonist, and it’s a bit of a naughty movie, so I don’t think a little girl like you should know much,” he whispers to you.

You nod your head as you listen to him, so intrigued about the work of art being filmed next door. “I’ve always wanted to be in a movie! Especially in one of those old Hollywood ones, they’re so good,” you admit to him shyly, with a coy smirk on your face. “Really? I think you’d be an amazing actress. You’d be even more popular than Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe,” Helmut praises, and you giggle once again.

“T- Thank you so much! ...Can I be in your movie?” you politely request him, but he shakes his head. You frown, your bottom lip jutted out. “You wouldn’t want to be in this movie, bunny. Remember what I said? It’s a naughty movie, and you’re just a little girl,” he reminds you, but you’re still pouting. “Is it a violent movie? One with curse words and lots of scary stuff?” you innocently ask, not sure as to what he means.

Helmut laughs quite loudly. “No,” he stifles a chuckle, “but one day I’ll shoot a movie with you, and I’ll show you how it’s all done.” He promises, and you can just tell he’s honest. You’re elated, hoping that the day he’s talking about will come soon. “What is your name, bunny?” Helmut asks, and you tell him. He nods before repeating it, giving you a smile. He brings both of your hands close to his face. You go on the tip of your toes to properly watch him once more. He presses his lips to the back of your hands, kisses them one by one.

“Go get some rest, bunny, and come by my place tomorrow,” he tells you before letting go of your wrists. He walks off before you do anything else. Sliding the glass door behind him, he disappears somewhere, and you’re left all by yourself. You’re still standing there, sighing dreamily as you replay the moments that will surely turn into a broken record. You hope that he’ll wear those blue swim shorts again, even though he’s already worn them twice.

There’s a skip in your step—nothing new and nothing unusual. Your shoes scratch against the concrete of the sidewalk that connects to Helmut’s front door. The sun only rose an hour and a half ago. The sky is a bright blue, filled with a few clouds that compliment the colour. The sun beats down onto your skin, and you haven’t forgotten to put on sunscreen once you finish twirling around in your little sundress.

You’ve got a miniature backpack that is slung over both of your shoulders. It’s orange, a bright one, in fact. It reminds you of the tangerines you love to peel, and those creamsicle treats that can be quite rare to find at this time of the year. You climb up the two steps that lead to his grey door, and you rap the wood a few times. There’s a doorbell too, one of those high-tech ones that record everything in its view.

Nothing but silence echoes back. No cars driving by, no birds chirping, no insects buzzing. Nothing. You wonder if he’s woken up yet, or if he’s even home. But as the door suddenly swings open––without a squeak, mind you––you’re met with the smiling face that belongs to Helmut. “Good morning, early-bird, is everything alright?” he questions, not one ounce of sleep tainting his look.

“Good morning! Everything is alright… D- Do you remember what you told me yesterday? About coming by?” you ask him, almost thinking to yourself that you’re just insane and that conversation never really happened. “Oh, right! Sorry, I've been a bit forgetful lately. But come in, have you eaten already?” Helmut asks as he moves to the side for you to enter.

Hesitatingly, you step inside his home. You kick off your shoes and look around. It seems sleek and modern at first, quite… different from the familiar feel of your house. Now, there are no wild polygons or geometric shapes that make you feel like you’ve been placed on a spaceship. No, it’s something that even your mind can’t come up with. The walls are a cream colour, engraved with different patterns that make it resemble marble. The chairs and couches have clear plastic legs on them, adding to that newfound era feel.

The floors are a light brown colour; wood in the shape of long, skinny parallelograms fitting against each other perfectly. The lights hang down a bit, high ceilings that you can’t even fathom reaching. You spin around and look up at them as they shine down brightly on you. They stem down from a pretty grey bronze appliqué that is attached to the ceiling. It’s practically art, just like the portraits of half-naked ladies that hang on his walls. There’s a specific piece that is above the fireplace.

It’s a mirror, and your reflection is in it. So is Helmut’s. You’re in front of him, looking at him through the mirror. He’s behind you, staring at your reflection. You both stay like that for a bit before you look away and admire the windows. He has such a lovely view; you can’t help but envy him for it. “Now, bunny, I have to be honest with you. We wrapped the movie up last night, and it was very late. I didn’t call you over because of that, and I’m really sorry about that. Do you forgive me?” Helmut questions.

You nod your head eagerly, just sensing that he’ll lead on with some sort of good news. Your parents have done that far too many times for you not to know better. “But, if you want, I’ll put you in a movie. It’ll be just between you and me because it won’t be too professional, okay?” Helmut grabs your hands and looks you in the eyes, waiting for your answer. “Oh, yes, please! That sounds amazing. Thank you so much!” you cheer, wrapping your arms around him.

You hug him tightly, and he eventually hugs you back. “Now, I want to finish it as soon as possible. So set your bag right on this couch, and go sit on that one,” Helmut instructs, pointing at the biggest couch in the living room. You nod and do exactly as he tells you. He walks away, possibly to set something up or to get ready, but either way, you still sit on his couch, filled with pure excitement. You cross one leg over the other, your pretty white dress covering the upper half of your thighs.

Lace that is on top of the cotton, both the same colour, and you realize how much you love this dress. Helmut saunters back into the living room, holding a giant tripod in one hand and a small camera in the other. You gasp at the sight, and he chuckles. Setting them up from the other side of the small coffee table, you watch him in awe. “This is going to be… a big girl movie, okay? Just like the one I was in. But I don't think it will be visible to the public eye, might just be between you and I,” Helmut tells you.

You nod in understanding. “Are you fine with that, little bunny?” he asks you just for reassurance. “Mhm, you can do anything you want; I don’t mind!” you reassure him, with a giant smile on your face. He swallows thickly as blood rushes downwards to his cock from your words. You still grin gleefully, such innocence on your features that he almost feels bad for having feelings for you.

He presses the little power button on the camera and waits for a green light to come on. With a smirk, Helmut walks around the table and stands in front of you. You look up at him, waiting for him to do something. He bends down and grabs both sides of your face––gently, of course––and he makes you stand up. He tilts his head and leans forward, slotting his lips against yours.

Now, you’ve kissed someone before. His name started with something along the lines of ‘J’ or ‘L,’ but that doesn’t matter. But that kiss was nothing like Helmut’s kiss. His kiss is soft and passionate, something you struggle to match. His lips stay locked with yours before moving to push his tongue into your mouth. You’re not sure what to do, so you just give up and let him kiss you until you both run out of breath. His tongue runs against the wet skin of your mouth, and you gasp at the feeling.

He eventually pulls away, and he looks at you with his eyes blown out. Helmut sighs and smiles at you. “You gotta trust me, okay?” he tells you once more, and you nod. “Ok…” you trail off, not knowing what to follow up with. “You gotta call me by a nickname, bunny… Hmm, how about Daddy?” he exclaims, his accent becoming more prominent. You love it and how unique it is. “Okay! I like that one a lot, my friend calls her boyfriend that sometimes,” you share with him, and he laughs.

He sits you down on the couch again, and his hand inches up your dress, making you giddy. He smiles at you, and you can see from the corner of your eye how the camera is filming you both. Helmut just knows you’re wet already, but you probably don’t know it. And he’s not wrong. You feel slightly tingly, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. Your panties slide down your legs, a wet patch on them, and Helmut throws them to the side. He lifts your dress over your head and tosses the fabric away, too.

He takes a step back and admires you. You still have your ankle socks on, but God, you’re so gorgeous he thinks he’s in heaven. “You’re so pretty, bunny. The prettiest bunny I’ve ever seen,” he compliments. You grow shy and smile before whispering a thank you. You smile at the camera, and he begins to undress. The first thing that goes is the robe, and his chest is now exposed.

Helmut hasn’t shaved his chest hair, and you’re glad. It looks nice on him––but to be fair––anything does. All he has on is those swim shorts. God, you love those shorts so much. They’re no longer wet, and yet they still cling to his thighs. He slowly pulls them down––and you feel as though you should look away and give him privacy––but you just can’t. His cock is hard, and it shows through the fabric, but you’re too busy staring at his hands to notice it.

His Adonis belt is slowly exposed, along with his pelvic bone, as he pulls down his boxers as well. There’s a small bush of hair right above his cock, and you find yourself wanting to tangle your fingers between the strands. Helmut’s cock bounces up––hard, red, and leaking––and the tip slaps right below his belly button. You let out a gasp, and he chuckles. His swim shorts lie on the floor, and you’re suddenly being urged to lay back.

Helmut climbs on top of you, caging you beneath his well-built body. Soft abs that are just perfect enough for you, and big hands that hold you so lovingly. He wants to feel his rough palms against your delicate skin, falling into every groove and curve there is. Like an artist admiring their artwork, he runs his hands along your body. From your thighs to your hips, over your stomach, between your breasts, all the way up to your neck. His hard cock is between your legs, nearly touching your sensitive little pussy.

You swallow nervously at the feeling. Helmut’s left hand wraps around your throat, and his right hand moves downwards to your legs. Gripping your calf, he places your right leg on the head of the couch and moves to position your left leg so that it hangs off the edge of the seat. You’re spread wide open for Helmut, not able to hide your naked body or close your legs. Your hands rest above your head, almost as though you’re pathetically shielding your hair from the rain.

Helmut’s hand still rests on your neck, but he doesn’t squeeze your throat or anything like that. You’re not sure if he’s playing the antagonist or not, but you decide to just go along with what he does. “You’re okay, right, bunny? You’re fine, I’m gonna treat you so good,” he promises, and you give him your best superstar smile. You have to admit that you’re nervous, but you trust him completely. Helmut would never do anything wrong to you.

“Has anyone ever touched you down here, bunny? Have you ever touched down here?” he questions you, walking his fingers up to your soaking wet pussy. “Hmm, uh, I touched it once, but I didn’t know what was happening, so I stopped,” you shyly explain to him, and he nods. “That’s okay, bunny. Can I touch you here? I won’t hurt you too badly, I promise,” Helmut assures you, and you nod. His index finger sticks out, and he watches as slick drips from your hole and coats the silky skin around it.

The digit becomes a bit shiny and quite sticky, and he traces your slit lightly. You shiver lightly from his touch, and sensitivity blooms in your core. “Uhm… Daddy?” you call out to him, a bit worried. “What’s wrong, bunny?” he asks, bringing his finger up to your clit. It throbs with want, just like the veins on his cock. “It feels very sensitive, almost too sensitive…” you admit to him, even though he continues to touch your clit.

“That’s okay, bunny, that’s how it’s supposed to feel. But if you want to stop, just tell me,” Helmut urges you. “Okay, Daddy.” He rubs your little nub in small, light circles. The muscles in your legs twitch, and you bite down on your bottom lip. He continues to touch your clit, and you begin to writhe from the overwhelming feeling. You let out a few whines, and Helmut watches as your cunt just gets wetter and wetter.

You try to shift his hands away from you in your weird position. It’s just too much at once, and you’re scared of what will happen next. The pornstar’s finger slips off your cunt, and he lets out a small gasp. The sound is mixed with displeasure, and you look him in the eyes with innocence. “Don’t do that again, bunny,” he warns, squeezing your neck a bit just to add to his threat. His index finger returns to your clit, and this time, he rubs your little pearl even harder. You see stars, ones that are dark and would be hidden in the blackness of outer space. Your eyes roll back into your skull, and you’ve never felt such pleasure in your life. Helmut’s digit touches the most sensitive part of your clit, and you jerk in response. Your legs try to shut close, but his body stops you from doing so.

When you open your eyes, you’re faced with a displeased superstar. Helmut lets out a shaky exhale, trying to compose himself. He knows he shouldn’t get mad at you, but he just doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have his way. His hand leaves your cunt and moves downwards. Suddenly, a harsh slap lands on your ass, making you cry out in pain. The skin stings and prickles, and you can feel slight tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Instead of staring at your pretty little face, Helmut squeezes your neck even tighter and watches as your little hole begins to leak with even more wetness. “Aww, bunny, did you enjoy Daddy hitting you? Hm? I bet you did; that’s you’re so wet,” he chuckles, and you grow shy. He’s not wrong, though. You enjoyed the pain quite a bit, even though you tend to avoid any and all activities that could leave you with a minor injury.

“Such a little slut for pain. But I bet you don’t like it when Daddy gets mean with you, right? Yeah, because you’re just a sensitive little bunny,” he coos, and you smile. You nod to him, and he grins down at you. Helmut’s cock is a furious red, almost purple if you really look closely. Beads of precum run down the sides of his cock, all the way to his thick base. He slaps your ass once more, enjoying the way you flinch and then smile from delight.

“I guess I’ve been a bit mean, just touching your little button without even letting you come…” he sighs before shifting onto his knees. Helmut looks over to the camera, just to make sure it’s still recording. And it is, so he smiles. He towers over you even more now, a few strands on his hair dangling downwards, and you find yourself wanting to play with them. The hand that was on your ass grasps the base of his cock, and he runs the head through your folds.

A quiet squelching sound echoes between the both of you, and you giggle. Your laughter is cut short when he bumps up against your clit, and you let out a moan. The sound is unexpected on your behalf, but Helmut just smirks. Your moans turn into a string of shallow pants, and he curses under his breath at the feeling. Dragging his head away from your clit, he brings himself down to your hole, and you let out an even louder gasp.

“Shh, just let Daddy in, okay? I know it’s your first time, but it’s okay. You’re fine, don’t worry,” Helmut reassures. You nod your head and let out a pained cry as he pushes into you slowly. You feel as though you’re being torn apart, split into two. He grips your throat even tighter, and you wrap your hand around his wrist in a panicked, fleeting moment.

Helmut sheathes himself inside you, with your mouth parted open in a silent scream and his eyebrows knitted together. He eventually bottoms out, and the stretch of his cock goes from a harsh burn to a pleasurable feeling. His swollen balls touch your aching ass, and he bends down to kiss your forehead lightly. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he questions. “Y- Yes, it feels really good, Daddy. Just a li’l uncomfortable, but it feels really good,” you tell him.

Your cunt squeezes him in a tight hug, your silky wet walls welcoming him in hesitantly. He wishes to stay inside you his whole life, and he would if he could convince you. Helmut pulls out until his head is the only thing inside you before roughly thrusting back inside. You cry out, and his hand loosens around your throat. “Such a good girl, letting me use your pussy for my pleasure. You like being recorded while I fuck you, right? Say it,” he demands, fucking into you roughly.

Your tits bounce with each and every movement. Helmut’s cock gets closer and closer to your sweet spot, and you moan loudly. “I- I like being recorded while you fuck me, Daddy,” you repeat to him. Helmut groans loudly, and you clench down on his cock tightly. “You feel so good, bunny, better than anyone else,” he compliments, feeling slick sweat beginning to build upon his back. “Uhm, Daddy? S- Something’s happening,” you whisper to him through your desperate cries of pleasure.

Searing heat grows hotter and hotter in your stomach, right above your pussy. You’ve never felt like this before, other than when Helmut was touching your pussy a few moments ago. “Let it happen, bunny, it’s okay, come all over Daddy’s big cock. I know you can do it, squeeze me, bunny,” Helmut urges, and you listen to him. The powerful feeling grows and grows, and so do your moans. And the elastic cord breaks eventually. It always does.

You cry out ‘Daddy’ as you come undone around his cock for the very first time. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, even though you’re gripping him so tightly. You gush all over him, wetness coating his cock, and it makes him fuck you even quicker. The sound of skin on skin and loud moans fill the room, and Helmut hopes to God that the microphone is picking up on it all. The feeling in your body makes you lose all sense of reality, and you’re babbling like a little baby.

“Daddy- It’s too much,” you sob to him, digging your nails into your palms. “Shh, it’s okay, bunny,” he shushes gently, keeping his hand wrapped lazily around your neck. Helmut’s cock slams into your cunt, pounding into you ruthlessly, yet he’s somehow oh so gentle. Your eyes roll into the back of your head again, and you moan gently as you feel another climax being built up. Back to back, and you’re not sure how your body is going to handle it.

He’s close, too. He’s never had this happen before, and he’s not sure what to think of it.

“Awe, you’re going to come again, bunny? That’s okay, shh, Daddy’s here, bunny. We’ll do it together, and it’ll b- be good,” he tells you, and you nod. Helmut bends down and places his shiny forehead against yours. He stares you into your glassy eyes––they’re hazy––and he can tell you’re gone. You’ve gotten all stupid and dumb for his cock, and he loves the idea so much.

You both pant as he sloppily fucks into your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fill up your tight little pussy with my cum. Gonna watch it leak out, and I’m just gonna fill you up over and over again. Make you all mine because you belong to me. Right? Say it,” he growls, fucking you even faster. “I’m all yours, Daddy, I’m all yours,” you say to him, and you’re both pushed off the edge after one specific thrust.

“O- Oh my…” you choke out, squeezing your eyes shut. Helmut curses loudly, saying all kinds of sinful things that a nun would faint if she hears him. His cock twitches as he comes inside you, and your pussy squeezes him as you let go. Streaks of cum shoot out his tip and paint your inner walls, and it all begins to leak out already. Your cum mixes with his, and he can’t lie and say he doesn’t enjoy the sight of it.

He presses a kiss on your nose before slowly pulling out. Helmut’s cock is still hard, and he just knows the afternoon won’t end until he says so. You wince loudly at the feeling of emptiness and overwhelming sensitivity. “Sorry, bunny,” he frowns, reaching over for the camera. You watch him through droopy eyelids as he focuses it on your cunt, then to your body, and then to your face.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” you ask him excitedly.

“So good, bunny. You’re going to be sweeping up at the awards next year.”

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transias · 3 years

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Hello!! I saw your taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a johnny x reader where the reader is related to kreese maybe he's their uncle or godfather anyways one day kreese has the reader there with him to show them off and johnny connect's dots that there related , Its okay if you dont wanna write it I love your writing btw💕

An Unexpected Surprise.

Pairings: Johnny Lawrence x Godchild Kreese!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death

A/N: Thank you so much, y'all are so sweet oml! will always be more than happy to write for all of you, so don't even worry about it <3

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My parents had died about two weeks ago. Everything happened so quickly, I barely had time to process it.

It wasn't like I could put my life on pause for a moment. If my parents were here I know they would probably say something like, "(Y/n), keep going. You got this, life goes on no matter what happens. What matters is that you're brave enough to fight back and continue."

And that's what I was planning to do.

"(Y/n)?" A voice called out, pulling me away from my thoughts.

I look up and smile softly, "Kreese, it's so nice to see you!"

"Hey kiddo." He greets, "I haven't seen you in forever, you've grown up so much!" Kreese ruffles my hair, "I'm so sorry about your parents, how are you feeling?"

I shrug, "I don't know. I'm still processing it but i'm fine, it'll all be okay. Right?"

He nods, a smile curling onto his lips, "It will. Now come on, we have a drive ahead of us." He places his hand on my back, guiding me out to the car.

Kreese and I talked about settling into California, what I liked to do, and his job as a Karate Sensei.

"You know, (y/n). We could use someone as strong and wise like you in Cobra kai." He says.

I furrow my eyebrows, "You really think so?"

Kreese nods, "Yes. My students are all brawn but no brain, well maybe except one of them." He chuckles, "He's my best student, I think you'll get along with him."

I think about it for a moment. Me? Karate? A minute of silence goes by before I sigh, "Alright, i'll join you."

Kreese smiles widely before ruffling my hair, "'Attakid."

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The next morning we went out for breakfast, got enrolled at a nearby school, bought a couple of things I needed, and basically helping me settle into California.

It was not a little late in the afternoon and I sigh, looking out the window. "How would you describe the kids here?"

Kreese looks up from the television then back to me, "Annoying."

I scoff a little, "Well that's helpful."

"I don't know, (y/n). I'm old! It's not like I can roll up to the skate park and just say, "how do you do, fellow kids?"" Kreese replies.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Fair enough. Plus you're a Sensei so i'm sure being in charge of a bunch of kids and teenagers isn't so much fun."

He nods before looking at the time, "You know what? There's this place that all my students go to hang out in. Golf n' Stuff, I think it's called? Anyways, why don't you go over there and try and get acquainted with some of the kids?"

"Yeah! That'd be awesome!" I stand up, grabbing my jacket and a bit of money I had saved up.

"You need me to give you a ride there?" Kreese asks. I shake my head, "I'll take my bike so I can also try and get familiar with the streets." I smile at him.

"Alright, just make sure to be back home by 10:30!" He added. I nod, "Got it, see ya!"

〰️

I lock down my bicycle at the racks, taking a deep breath before walking into the place.

Loud noises from chattering and machines filled my ear, I was somewhat regretting this already but screw it, I had nothing to lose.

Grabbing some tokens for a few of the arcade machines, I step up to the Donkey Kong machine. I quickly start tapping on the controls and avoiding the barrels he'd throw at my character.

"Shit!" I mumble, losing the game. I turn around and see a boy with blonde hair, staring at me along with two of his friends.

I furrow my eyebrows before making my way off to another game, I can still feel their eyes staring at me and before I knew it, the blonde boy was next to me, a smirk on his lips.

"Hey i've never seen you around here before, are you new?" He asks, leaning on the wall. I nod, "Yeah, I just moved here yesterday to live with my Godfather." I reply, "The name's (y/n) (y/l/n). Nice to meet you...?"

"Oh, i'm Johnny Lawrence!" He replies, "(Y/n), that's a lovely name for a lovely person like you."

I chuckle and I can feel my cheeks warm up, "Is that something you say to all of the people you flirt with?"

Johnny shakes his head, "Nope, only with majestic people such as yourself."

"You flatter me, Lawrence."

"Well, I assume you're here alone. Would you like to hang out with me?" He offers. I nod, "Yes, please! That would be lovely."

The entire night is incredible, Johnny and I played on the arcade games, mini golf, and he even tried winning me a stuffed animal from the crane machine but unfortunately fails.

"Let me try!" I step up onto the machine.

"I don't know, babe. It's a little difficult."

I aim for a giraffe stuffed animal and successfully winning the animal, I lean down to reach for my prize and look over at Johnny who looks amazed.

"Here, a little prize as a thank you for being so kind to me, tonight." I hand it over to him.

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, "You're incredible."

I look over at the time and it's 10:21, my eyes widen and I quickly walk outside with Johnny.

I begin to unlock my bike, "I'm so sorry! I have to be home in nine minutes! But thank you for tonight, it was so lovely."

"Wait!" Johnny exclaims, placing a kiss on my cheek, "I hope to see you again, (y/n)."

There goes that not so familiar yet wonderful feeling fluttering in my stomach. "See you around, Lawrence!" I wave goodbye at him, quickly biking back home and making it a minute before my curfew.

〰️

Monday rolls around and so does school and my first lesson at Cobra Kai.

I'm grabbing my books out of the locker when all of a sudden I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder, "Nice to see you again, stranger." A familiar voice rings.

I turn around and see a smiley Johnny, "Johnny, hey! I didn't know you also went here." I smile at him.

"It's a small world, isn't it?" He raises his eyebrow, "So, I realized that I never got your number! This weekend was a little torturing since you were on my mind the entire time but I couldn't call and hear you sweet voice."

I chuckle, "Smooth, Lawrence. And fine, you can have my number." I pull out a piece of paper and write my number on it, handing it to him.

The bell rings and soon everyone is leaving, "I'll call you, see you later!" He waves, I wave goodbye before trying to find my first class.

〰️

Later on, I grab my bike and make my way to Cobra Kai earlier than most of the students.

I push the door and see Kreese, practicing a few moves before I clear my throat and catch his attention. "(Y/n), welcome to Cobra Kai! I have something for you."

I remove my shoes before walking onto the mat and closer to him, he pulls out something white and I gently take it from his hands, "This is my uniform, right?" I ask. "It's called a Gi. You will wear this during class so make sure you always bring it, got it?" He crosses his arms.

I nod, "Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Sir?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"It's Sensei, not sir, not Kreese. Sensei."

"Yes Sensei!"

I change into the Gi and walk outside to see a group of teenagers gathered around the mat.

A familiar face catches my attention and I wave over at him, "Johnny, hey!" I smile.

He excuses himself from his friends and walks over to me, "Hey! What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Oh, my Godfather asked me to join Cobra Kai. I'm not looking forward to getting my ass kicked though." I chuckle.

Johnny nods, "Don't worry, i'll help you out."

"Lawrence! I see you've met my Godchild." Kreese exclaims, walking over to us.

Johnny furrows his eyebrows before finally realizing, "Oh- yes, Sensei, I did!"

A nervous look forms on Johnny's face and Kreese walks closer to us, "Everything okay?"

Johnny gulps, "Yeah! This is just an unexpected surprise. That's it."

"Everyone! This is my Godchild, (y/n). They will start training with us and I expect you to treat them as one of your own. Is that clear?" Kreese announces.

"Yes Sensei!" The class replies.

〰️

"So, that was quite unexpected." I hear Johnny state.

I nod, "Yeah, i'm guessing you're that 'best student' he mentioned to me."

"Oh jeez, this complicates things a little. Do you think Sensei will kill me if I ask you out on a date?"

I pause and look over at him, "You were gonna ask me out?"

Johnny nods, "I'm still planning on it." He smirks and walks closer to me, "I think you're worth the risk."

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resident evil village starters

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come on, talk to me. ❞ ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞ ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞ ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞ ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞ ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞ ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞ ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞ ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞ ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞ ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞ ❝ play with me some more. ❞ ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞ ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞ ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞ ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞ ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it? ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞ ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞ ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this. ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞ ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞ ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞ ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞ ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞ ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞ ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞ ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞ ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞ ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞ ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞ ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞ ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞ ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞ ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞ ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ listen. you’re being played. ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞ ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞ ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞ ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞ ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞ ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞ ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞ ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞ ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞ ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞ ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞ ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞ ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞ ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞ ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞ ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞ ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞ ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞ ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞ ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞ ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞ ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞ ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞ ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞ ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞ ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞ ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞ ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞ ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞ ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞ ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞ ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞ ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞ ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞ ❝ can you even understand that humiliation? ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞ ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞ ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞ ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞ ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞ ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞ ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞ ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞ ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞ ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞ ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞ ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞ ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞ ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞ ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞ ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞ ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞ ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞ ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞ ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞ ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞ ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞ ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞ ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞ ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞ ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞ ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞ ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞ ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞ ❝ how long have i been out? ❞ ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞ ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞ ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞ ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞ ❝ please, be well. ❞ ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞ ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞ ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞ ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞ ❝ don’t you love me? ❞ ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞ ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #re8 spoilers #resident evil spoilers #i'll most likely add more !! i havent seen everythng from this game yet

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Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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weirdos-am-i-right · 3 years

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Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

********

The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

**********

The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

********

Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

********

The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fanfiction #machine gun kelly #mgk imagine #angst

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felswritingfire · 3 years

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(Hades) Gods x Shade! Reader

No matter how much you try, mortality will always catch up to those who are not of gods. Even the most blinded of them learn this eventually. You take your death with grace, choosing to go and explore this new world as soon as Lord Hades permits you to go, impressed by how little you complain and demand. You are one of the brighter parts of his day (night?).

You drift along, catching certain snippets of other Shade’s conversations as you wander aimlessly. You notice a crack in the wall; deciding to muster up your courage, you slip through it to find yourself in the glowing green torches of Tartarus. With what little you have, you hold it close to your translucent body and push forward.

You’re quick to notice the large glowing ball with an oddly familiar symbol floating in the middle of it. You take your time circling it, feeling compelled to touch it. When you do, a beam of light comes slicing through the dreary air to reveal a mighty god who stares down at you at your shocked form...

Zues

Cause of Death: Lightning Strike

Zues is confused when he sees you. He’s even more confused when you start screaming at him, waving your hands about and threatening to fight him yourself.

“You fucker! You killed me!”

He raises a brow. “I think I’d remember if I killed you.” You flipped up your middle finger at him and his eyebrows drew into an angry v. “How rude! I am the God of Gods-”

“I don’t care!”

Zagreus had to high tail it to you before Zues tried to smite you (possibly a second time).

Suffice to say you hoped you’d never bump into that boon again. And you didn’t. No, the God of Gods and Lightning himself decided that he’d have to make a house call himself (Hades was not pleased when a bolt of lightning came crashing down and left a scorched black ring in the carpet).

He picks you out quickly and you try to zoom out of the lobby until he catches you by the back of your robe and then you’re swinging and yelling profanities at him. He’s kinda amused now instead of angry- you’re just so weak and tiny compared to him. It’s hysterical- ow! Did you just bite him?

After you and Zues finish your little “spitting match”- Hades kicks Zeus out and you're forced to hang out in Tartarus for a bit (“but I’m just a simple fisherfolk! I can’t fight anything!” You cry, Hades does not spare you a look as you're dragged out by Meg).

You think maybe that’s the end until you’re approached by a… a squirrel? You almost punt it when his voice spills out as he shoots into a long prattle about how much of a jerk Hades was and how he couldn’t handle someone as grandiose as him appearing before him. Threatened him as a god or something- you were busy trying to figure out how you were going to kill this guy and make sure he stayed dead.

Turns out, after the two of you chattered (argued) a bit about whether or not he actually killed you, Zeus had some neat stories about the gods.

While you were interested in his children’s and brothers’ and sisters’ stories, he was interested in your stories of the mundane. A simple fisherfolk? That was a word? You just fished and traded? Amazing! Tell him more!

After this particular interaction between the two of you, Zeus really ended liking you. Maybe a little too much, but, aw well, it wasn’t everyday a mortal soul had the balls to argue with him for something he doesn’t remember doing (he probably did. Probably. Most likely). He swore that he’d come and see you everyday as he sat on your shoulder as a squirrel, going on and on about how you should feel blessed to be praised by one such as he. You were about to throw him until a giant hand came out and grabbed him (seemed you drifted too close to Lord Hades’ desk), the hulking god flinging him out of a portal.

He continues to pop up and bother you and, to be honest, he’s kinda growing on you. Also, I’m gonna be frank and lay it out that, if he likes you enough, he’s probs gonna want to smash, especially if you lean more towards the feminine side (he’s fucking AWFUL). It’s up to you if you wanna indulge that or not, I don’t recommend it, but you can if you really want to.

We’re going with the option you don’t smash- he’ll be salty at you for a whole ass day before he comes back the one after that as a rat (Hades kept finding out his forms that he used to sneak in so it was an ever constant menagerie of appearances to keep up the disguise) and is like: “I thought you would miss me too much so I came back before you could even complain.”

Zag likes to watch the two of you interact because he finds it absolutely fascinating. It’s like watching… He doesn’t know what it’s like but he’s having a blast as you roast his uncle to bits. It really helps him out when he’s feeling a bit down after failing getting out one too many times.

When you first get Zeus an Ambrosia, he thinks it’s poison and then he gets all prideful because of course you would give him an offering, he was the strongest of all the gods! Him and him alone!

“Silly, mortal, you cannot poison me! I am a god.”

You squint your eyes at him before you huff and pull the bottle closer to you. “Fine, whatever, I’ll just give it to Zagreus- or better yet, Hades if you don’t want it.”

“No! No! I want it! Give it to me! It’s mine!”

During this time, he’s actually experiencing some purer emotions in life- he’s genuinely giddy that you got him the Ambrosia and asks how you got it. You hold up a makeshift fishing rod and grin at him, telling him you snatched it from some nasty shades before you wandered back down to Tartarus.

His gift to you is a little lightning pin that, when you're in danger, will send a nasty bolt of lightning down on your enemies. You wonder what good it’ll do since you’re dead already, but shrug and accept it, thinking that he looks years younger and friendler when his smile isn’t packed full of ego and pride.

Poseidon

Cause of Death: Drowning

Poseidon, Lord of the Oceans, Earthquakes, and many other things, is simply- how do you say? Amused? It’s the best way to describe it at least. Of course he was mostly surprised when he appeared expecting the Little Hades to be waiting for him just to meet a Little Shade in his place.

“Why, hello there, Little Shade! You wouldn’t happen to know where the Little Hades is, would you?”

You shake your head, he doesn’t miss the way you nervously play with your hands, drifting back as some of his droplets float close to you.

He laughs at your simple reply. “Shy one aren’t you?” He leans closer to you, squinting and running a hand through his beard while he hummed.

You fight the urge to take a step back, the smell of salt water making your stomach churn.

His eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath. He takes a moment before he opens his eyes again and a look of understanding flashes across his eyes. “You drowned. Didn’t you?”

You stare up at him, eyes round and glassy. You nod.

Before your conversation can go any further, Zagreus comes running through the window, surprised to see his Uncle talking to a Shade (you look so scared- he hopes that you aren’t being bullied). You’re quick to take your leave bowing to both and passing the boon to the Prince before you scurry away into the cover of the other Shades.

He hums to himself, a cryptid smile on his face as his eyes follow after you. Such a strange little thing you were- he wouldn’t mind seeing you again.

It takes a bit, but he does happen to see you again, by peaking through a fountain in a fountain room in the Underworld. He spies you trying to poke at the water that he happened to choose, but jumping back each time. You face scrunched up into one of pure frustration. He asks if you’re doing alright there, Little Shade? Causing you to flash out of existence for a moment before settling back down and looking into the pool with wide eyes. Posiedon almost busts a gut with how hard he’s laughing and you huff telling him that it wasn’t funny.

He says otherwise, but asks what you’re doing. When your face bursts into a large blush you mumble something that he doesn’t quite catch and he’s left with more questions than answers as you take the chance to phase out of the chamber when Zag walks in and steals his Uncle’s attention for a split second. He furrows his brow before asking his nephew about you, which Zag, surprisingly, supplies rather quickly, seeing as the two of you talk a lot: apparently you’re deathly afraid of water after you were thrown into the ocean by your supposed best friend. The memories of the waves crushing you deeper and deeper beneath them sticking with you even in death. So, you were trying to curb that phobia. Posiedon nods, letting the words sink in before he offers the Little Hades a thumbs up and says he’ll help with that.

The next time you see the god, he’s eager to call you over and explain that he’s figured out what you were doing last time and offers to let you mess with some of the drops of water that follow him wherever he goes. You stare at them, eyebrows furrowed and looking just as sick as a shade could look. Yet, you still nod your head and hold out a shaky hand. He smiles at you, praising you for your courage and flicks one towards you; it floats gently before it rests serenely on your palm, allowing you to feel the cool sensation of the droplet. You marvel at it, still shaking with an anxiety before you nod. He pulls it away, it shoots back to rest next to his head and you thank him for going out of his way to help you and ease your fears.

He remarks that you should fear the water out of respect: it’s unpredictable, terrifying in it’s own right- vast and, seemingly, never ending, what could possibly be more terrifying than the unknown, hm? He continues to say that you should also hold onto a bit of bravery at the very least, for untold treasures come from there for those who look.

After that conversation, Poseidon makes it a habit of having you hold onto his droplets of water, making them slightly bigger each time for you to get used to them.

By the time you’re able to touch them freely without experiencing crippling fear- the droplets are almost the size of you. Poseidon praises you the more you grow out of your fear.

You do eventually open up to him about how you died and he never tells you that he already knew. Just allows you to talk in a soft voice as you recall it. It’s a nice bonding experience for the both of you and Posideon decides that you’re his favorite Shade and he’ll treasure you for as long as you exist.

The first time you get him a bottle of Ambrosia, you come to him shivering and sopping wet. He’s confused and concerned as he hovers to you.

“What happened to you, Little Shade? Are you alright?”

It takes you a moment to be able to speak. “I- I found a bottle of Ambrosia. I thought-” you take a deep breath, holding out the bottle with both hands- “I thought you’d like it.”

It’s one of his prized possessions now, he takes little sips of it once in a while, but other than that it remains as one of his most precious memories. He’s very attached to you at this point and you’ll forever have his blessing. His gift to you, aside from the undying loyalty, is a shell necklace, if you ever need him- you only need to whisper his name to it and he’ll appear in an instant.

Athena

Cause of Death: Exhaustion

Athena had been prepared to meet with Zagreus- not a curious shade staring back up at her with all the relevance of one of her worshippers.

“What business do you have with me?”

She raises her brow at your gobsmacked expression, watching as you screw your face up before bowing. “Apologies, m’lady, I only happened to bump into your…” you look at where it glows, furrowing your eyebrow, “your orb?”

“Boon.”

You nod your head in understanding before bowing your head again. “Again, my sincerest apologies.”

Luckily, she didn’t smite you, instead asking the question of how you were even talking to her. Getting a shrug from you, you say that maybe it’s because you worshipped her (unofficially, you were never able to make it up to her shrine much to your disappointment) when you were alive- maybe a deeper bond is there compared to someone who had never prayed to her for her protection and guidance.

When she hears this, she’s very interested, pressing you to elaborate further when the Young Prince comes jogging out of the glowing window, waving to you. You slink away, passing the boon to him and bowing to her once again before you disappear into the mass of Shades that choose to wander their new home as well.

After the conversation, you had caught the Goddess’ attention, planting a desire in her to see you again. Even going as far as to write a letter to ask her uncle for a council with you after a week passed of her placing her boon in Tartarus so that maybe you would drift too close to it once again. But each time only the little prince would find them (which she was fine with, but it still left such an unflattering taste of defeat on her tongue each time it wasn’t you). She figured it would be a moot point to send the letter, but it was worth a try.

But she decided to place her boon down once more before she sent it out. Just to try. And this time it worked.

You were the one she saw and she was absolutely delighted- not that she showed it, choosing to keep her stoic and sharp expression. You greet her in a similar way before: awed before bowing your head to her. You continue to go on about how you're happy to see her again and, despite how little you had been buried with, you hoped that she would take this- a broken sword, despite the worn hilt and the deep scars the littered what was left of the flat of the balde; it was still polished (at least what was left of it)- as a proper offering to her for all she had done in your life- even if it truly wasn’t all her doings.

She takes the sword in her hand, holding it high, her eyes shining as she studies it: truly, it was a warrior’s blade. She watches as the history and memories flash in the smooth iron. She remarks that it is a remarkable offering, but she cannot accept it. It feels wrong taking a weapon of a warrior such as yourself.

You smile as her, shaking your head, urging her to take it, for you didn’t need that blade in this afterlife. You had already fought your battles, killing the man who you had been battling with and quelling the rage that had followed you since you were a child for revenge. Eventually, dying from the strain of the fight with a feeling of contentedness.

Athena raises her brow, remarking how that sounded more along the lines of Ares rather than her.

You nod, but say that you couldn’t help but desire her help for she was the goddess attached to your favorite animal. She had to fight the urge to laugh, a shaky smile slipping through as she nods at you. Such a silly thing you are. She decides that she’ll take the sword as a reminder of you, no matter where you should go now. She also decides that you were forming a rather soft cradle in her heart.

After this, she is quick to ask Zagreus about you every chance she gets- not that he minds too much, he tells her about how you’ve been helping him train and you’ve even told him about your life when you were alive (“a general, can you believe that? They’re so young!” Zagreus says as he shows her the new move you taught him). She’s only the slightest bit miffed at hearing that you and Achilles have begun to form a sweet friendship. She’s pleased to hear that his father has been trying to barter with you to get you into Elysium, though she’s a tad confused on the reason you refuse to.

She asks you about it one day and you say that it would take longer to see her and you would prefer to avoid that. It was the only time the goddess has ever had to fight down a blush.

When you get her a bottle of Ambrosia, she’s in pure awe at the huge bottle.

“How did you get one this big?”

You lean against the new sword you managed to get your hands on- something simple and obviously used- you offer her a lopsided grin. “Well, not just any Ambrosia would work, so I decided to try my luck with Lord Theseus and, The Great Bull, Asterius. Took me a couple of tries but I managed to beat them and snag it.”

Athena smiles warmly at it, telling you that she’ll treasure it and think of you every time she takes a drink of it. She realizes in that moment just how important you had become to her, never feeling this… soft for a mortal soul in her life. Her gift to you is a shield and a new sword: the shield bares her symbol of an owl while the sword was ornate with a divine glow. She promises that no matter what they’ll protect you and so will she, you only need to call out her name.

Aphrodite

Cause of Death: A Broken Heart

When the Goddess of Love first sees you- she thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous (of course not as gorgeous as her). The sad look in your eye and the slight frown that rests on your lips makes her almost fall in love right then and there.

“Hello, little one- do you know where the little godling is?”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Lady Aphrodite. I know not where he is.”

She raises her brows, a smile on her face. “How did you know I was Aphrodite, my dear?”

You look up at her, a sudden glint in your eyes has her yearning to see it once again. “No one else could be so breathtaking, my Lady.”

Oh. Oh, she likes you.

She chooses to chatter away with you- despite you mostly listening, adding little things here and there, she feels a strange sense of fullness, like she just ate a full and warm meal for the first time in a very long time, by the time Zagreus arrives. You bid your farewell and she can’t help but follow you with her gaze as your transparent form blends in with the other Shades.

Aphrodite is thrilled the next time she runs into you- or rather you run into her boon. She missed the melancholy look in your eyes, she also doesn’t miss the fact that you’ve come bearing gifts this time: an assortment of colorful flowers rests in your arms and you offer it to her. That glint coming and going like a shooting star as she accepts the offering, holding it up to her nose to take in their sweet scent. How sweet were you to hand her something so delicate.

She asks you where you got them and you remark that you made your way up to Elysium. She’s surprised to hear as such- you didn’t seem like the warrior type. You shake your head, your eyes sweeping low. You weren’t a warrior, far from it- a simple florist if anything. You just drifted until you made it up there and plucked some flowers to make bouquets. You mumble that maybe you’ll be more useful in death.

She tilts her head at the comment, beginning to ask until Zagreus is jogging up to the both of you and it was time for you to leave. She’s a tad annoyed, but reminds herself that the little godling didn’t know- simply trying to break out of this dreary place he calls home and see Olympus in all its glory. She’ll just ask next time.

You gave her another bouquet, this one more beautiful than the last, when she gets the chance to ask you her question. Your eyes pool with a mournful look as you gaze up at her, your hand resting over the place where your heart used to beat as you look to the ground. You explain that you were young when you were wed- just as you were young when you died. You were married off to someone you did not love- someone awful, vile, who beat you down daily just to build you back up so they could laugh when they toppled you over once again. You remark about how you could feel yourself dying little by little, your delicate heart bleeding as your want for life began to dwindle away. You grew sick and you would sit by the window day in and day out, staring out and wondering what your life could have been if you were married to someone you loved. A ghost of a smile blooms on your lips as you look up at her, that glint she oh-so loved twinkling in your eye as you say that you did not die in as much loneliness and pain as you could have; having been making a bouquet dedicated just to her love and sweetness: your Lady Aphrodite who you love, ever so much.

She’s shocked when she realizes the tears that drip down her cheeks, her hand coming to caress your cheek (really your head, she was hulking compared to your small form) with her fingertips. She comments that she would accept every bouquet you made and treasure each flower like it was the one you made for her with your last breaths in the living world.

After that interaction, she comes down a lot more, asking Zagreus if he could bring along her darling florist so that she could talk to you. He always obliges, loving to see the two of you chatter about (well, her chatter about, you usually just listened with a smile on your face as you used the flowers you had plucked into flower crowns for him and Lady Aphrodite). You two become a sort of comfort for him when he’s getting frustrated: seeing your usually melancholy demeanor light up as soon as the goddess appears and in turn the goddess becomes something less vain and more gentle as she speaks to you.

At some point, you’ll probably meet Ares himself- the two never that far from each other, also she adores you, so it only makes sense for you to meet him. He’s honestly a tad unimpressed when you first meet, but when he hears about the heart ache you faced he gains a sense of respect for you, remarking that love is a battle in and of itself and you fought valiantly to keep your ability to love freely (Aphrodite might convince you to have a threesome, I’m not gonna lie, she’s attracted to you on a deep level and she has her trysts with Ares- it’s perfect in her eyes. Though she won’t push you if you don’t desire it).

When you first get her Ambrosia, she’s flabbergasted before it turns into worry for how you got it and the potential danger you were in.

She takes the bottle of gold liquid and the flowers that you had so carefully arranged. Her attention, though, is focused on the said bottle of Ambrosia. “My Darling Florist, how did you get this?” Before you can answer she shoots into a flurry of questions. “Are you alright? Did anything catch you? Hurt you? You don’t seem hurt. Oooh-” she puffs her cheeks out, her gaze sharp- “why did you get me this? It’s dangerous!”

You wait for her to calm down. “I apologize for making you worry, but I simply snuck around and grabbed it from some witches- they didn’t even notice me. And I-” you tap your fingers together, a blush blooming across your face as you look away from the goddess and she decides that she craves seeing that expression on you again- “I thought that you deserved it. It’s a much better offering than my silly bouquets.”

Well, aside from the ‘silly bouquets’ comment (which she corrects you on very quickly), she’s absolutely flattered and it might be the final nail in the coffin that has her falling for you, the little shade in front of her. She decides that you hold a piece of her heart in your translucent hands, though she chooses to keep that information to herself.

Her gift to you is a hairpin that matches hers, though if you don’t have enough hair- she says, you can always pin it to your robe. It’s a blatant claim on her part, but it also helps ease the residual heartache that followed you into death. And, hopefully (a personal hope of her), each time you look at it, you’d fall deeper and deeper in love with her as well.

Artemis

Cause of Death: Arrow to the Heart

She’s confused when she sees you, quick to voice her confusion as well. Also depending on if you're more feminine or masculine (and I don’t mean woman or man, I just mean how you present yourself), she will treat you differently depending. So, for now, we’re gonna go with the more “feminine” option:

“Who’re you?”

You bow. “An honor to meet you, Lady Artemis, I seem to have bumped into that orb on accident. Wasn’t sure what it did and the curiosity got the better of me.”

She hums, she perks when she notices your bow. “You’re a hunter?”

You smile, holding it out to her. “Yes, indeed, my Lady- I prayed to you a lot.” You laughed, adding. “Hoped to join your hunters when I was young.”

She’s quite happy to hear that and begins to chatter along with you. For some reason feeling oddly at ease around you. It’s probably because you were a fellow hunter but she simply can’t help the way she grows an odd sort of… adoration? Something like that, she thinks- for you. She almost laments the fact when Zagreus comes to get the boon.

You nod to him, biding your farewell to the Goddess and passing the boon to the Prince. She doesn’t miss how Zagreus’ eyes shine as you walk away. She almost comments on it but bites her tongue, wanting to observe the prince and the dreamy look that drifts over his features, even as you disappear.

The next time the two of you meet, she asks if she can see you in action. You agree and search up ahead to find something to demonstrate your skills on. You’re quick to find a few Numbskulls. She watches as you take a deep breath, your eyes narrowing on your unassuming targets and your footsteps become silent as you skirt closer to them. You nock an arrow, never looking away. Her eyes gleam with thrumming adrenaline at the way the muscles in your arms tense as you draw the string back. The low groan of the wood barely above a whisper as you wait for them to line up. You hold your breath, releasing the arrow- it goes through all three of them, making them break into dust in a consecutive line, a harrowing scream being wretched from them as they fade from existence. You release the breath you were holding and stand, sending a smile to the young goddess whose eyes shine with stars.

She praises you for your amazing skill and sings of your prowess. You shake your head, looking down at the ground as you argued that you were but a simple bow folk in your living life. Nothing more, nothing less.

She begs to differ! That type of skill only belongs to those of her highest ranking huntresses! She continues to gush about you until Zag comes up and, once again, greets the both of you. That dreamy look coming over his face as he looks at you. She watches as you once again disappear into Tartarus, this time though, after you’re gone, she turns to her cousin and shoots into a tangent about why he had never told her about you before and where did you come from? She has to know!

He answers all of her questions to the best of his abilities but there are even some he doesn’t know about, for example: how you died.

Artemis accepts this and decides that she’ll just ask you the next time the two of you meet.

And, true to her word, she does. She asks you point blank and you can’t help but be slightly taken aback. You laugh softly, leaning on your bow as you begin to recount that you were traversing her forest, as you had done many times before, and noticed fresh foot prints of man. You decided that it would be a good idea to look and you found hunters trying to kill her Golden Stag. You had dove in as quickly as you could, shooting one- the arrow sailing in a clean arch through his wrist before he could let loose his arrow. But as you went to nock another arrow- a searing pain in your chest and heart. You looked down to see blood pooling around your robes, dying the olive green of your cloak a wine red. You remember the last thing you saw was the Golden Stag running away. You smiled telling her that you were happy he got away- you don’t know what you’d do if he had been captured despite your effort.

Artemis suddenly remembers that day: her stag rushing to her and urging her to follow him- he bounded through the forest, frantic and panicked. When they got to a clearing, she was quick to notice the blood and the drag marks of a body. Her stag pressed his nose to the ground sniffing at the pool of blood, his eyes watering and bulbous tears slid down his muzzle. It suddenly made sense. You were the one he was mourning for.

She couldn’t help but grab your hands, resting her forehead against the back of them; thanking you for protecting her stag when she couldn’t. You smile at her, bowing your head to her and thanking her for the countless hunts she went on with you. You pull your hands away from her and hold out your bow to her. She asks what you think you're doing in a watery voice and you say it’s an offering. You couldn’t give much when you were alive and you still can’t give much now, but, this bow- it shall treat her right.

She sniffles as she takes it, trying to hold in tears. She vows to treasure it for all of time as she admires the worn wood.

That day, the two of you became closer as comrades, she would actively come down to say hi to you (and encourage Zagreus to take the leap and court you after she learned of his growing affections for you). The two of you would talk about everything you could think of, explaining how your hunting styles differed or how you could set a trap easier. She had realized that she had never felt this carefree with anyone before. She felt like a child. It felt nice.

When you snag her a bottle of Ambrosia- she’s swaddled in a whirlwind of emotions.

“You… You got this for me?” She asks as she takes the bottle of golden liquid.

You nod, that gentle smiling spreading across your face. “Of course. You had helped me so many times- it is only fair, my Lady-”

“Artemis-” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles- “call me Artemis, my friend.”

She finds you to be a perfect friend- a breath of fresh air from home. She may not feel any romantic feelings towards you, but she still holds you in a dear place in her heart. Her gift to you is a new bow and quiver that will never run out of arrows. The bow is enchanted and you’ll never have to fear it breaking for it will protect you for as long as you exist- in this realm or another.

Ares

Cause of Death: Blood Loss

When Ares first sees you, he is… well- he’s impressed that you stumbled upon his boon, but at the same time… He’s a tad miffed? That you found it?

At the very least he’s condescending as all hell about it:

“What is this? A little lamb came to beg me for power? How foolish. No matter how hard you struggle you will never be much more than some little shade.”

“Ah, sorry, my Lord! Didn’t mean to bump into it!” You hold up the basket in your translucent arms, “I wanted to see if I could find some new ingredients to bake with! I do oh-so miss it, sir.”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that.

He ends up allowing you to chatter on with him despite his obvious judgement on your, what he calls, “soft mortal hobby” until Zagreus comes to do his daily try of breaking out from the Underworld.

As he watches you drift away (after passing the boon and giving words of good luck to the Prince, who happily takes it), he kinda hopes to see you again

And see you again he does! He literally sees you the next day- night? Whatever, he’s never sure when he drops a boon in there- it’s damn dark-

He’s presented with a basket of treats and your gleeful greeting as you chatter that you found ingredients to make some Baklava and you thought that, maybe, he’d like to try it?

He smiles- cruel and sharp- and asks if you truly think that this is a fit offering for a god such as himself?

You shrug, saying he doesn’t have to eat it if he doesn’t want to

He laughs and takes it and you two are off chattering again: him regaling you with his war stories and you of the ingredients you had (somehow) found down here until Zag shows up, once again, the boon is passed to him (this time along with a slice of the delicious, warm Baklava. Which, he’s confused on what it is but he finds out very quickly that it’s his favorite treat).

The two of you talk a lot, which Ares is pleasantly surprised about, usually he’s the scorn of everyone- not that he cares, it causes conflict and he likes that. But you’re so calm and sweet that he just can’t get a rise out of you. Which, on one hand, pisses him off to no end, but, on the other, it’s such a nice change of pace for him. He’s used to the bloodshed and animosity of battlefields- the iron tinged air that follows after the warriors that traverse those fields. And yet, here you are: a shade that always has a treat for him when you run into him and the smell of warm sweetness wafting after you.

So when he learned exactly how you died- he was absolutely floored.

“How did you die, little baker?” He asked one day, fiddling with his knife, tilting it discreetly so that your reflection was in it.

“Oh!” You smiled sheepishly, glancing away from him and placing the bag of flour (how did you even get that? He’d have to ask you next) back into your basket. “Well- you see, I bled out.”

He raised his eyebrow, suddenly very interested. “How? You’re so…” he tilted his head and flipped his knife so that the blade pointed at him and the hilt pointed at you, he poked your arm with said hilt. “Soft.”

“Well…”

You explain that you had a little brother who had a nasty habit of getting into trouble- he was a good person, just made foolish choices- and this time, it had cost you your life. He had pissed off the wrong person and, well, when the man had attempted to grab your brother when the two of you were out walking the stalls on your break- you did the only thing you could think of: you fought.

Of course it went horribly, you’ve never been in a fight before then and, despite all the work you did with dough, it didn’t help much when the man pulled out a knife and dug it straight into your gut. But, you don’t mind too much- your brother’s alive and well and, from what you understand from asking Lord Hades, he had started to be more aware of himself and who he angered. Which made you super happy and proud of him!

Ares can’t help but feel some sort of pity for you. So much life to be taken so quickly and placed in- wait. Why weren’t you in Elysium?

You’re incredibly confused when Ares suddenly disappears (Aphrodite appearing in his place in the blink of an eye- she greets you happily and asks if you have any of Baklava to share today. You do not but you do have some Loukoumades if she wanted some. She did). You’re even more confused when the Underworld shakes and angry yelling fills the entirety of it for a solid ten minutes before all goes back to normal.

You tell Ares about it the next day and he simply hums. Keeping it to himself that he made a whole scene about you not being in Elysium by popping up and butting heads with Hades, of course he got kicked out. That still doesn’t stop him from sending angry letters that can span anywhere from one word letters (usually containing a curse word) to a 30 page essay on why you should be in Elysium instead of milling about in such unkempt places.

The first time you go out of your way to get him a bottle of Ambrosia is the day that both scares the shit out of him and makes him hate you for giving him mushy feelings.

You came to him in, almost literal, tatters: your greenish, transparent form ripped in places, the few wisps of you following after your torn form like they were tied to a string. You had held it up to him in a basket, a plate of Baklava sitting next to it, along with some other treats. “Lady Aphrodite mentioned that she wanted to try my Baklava, so I made her some! Though the Ambrosia is just for you, my Lord!”

He blinked at you, taking the basket in a delicate hold. He turned it this way and that, his chest feeling… warm? He wanted to grimace at the soft warmth that thrummed through his veins, yet it was replaced with a smile as he held up the gold liquid. “Thank you, little Baker.”

It was the first time he felt something so unexplainably soft: so gentle and warm as it settled somewhere between the bottom of his ribcage and the top of his stomach. He listened as you told him how you had gotten it: with Zagreus’ help (you even got to meet Lord Hermes! It was so amazing! He had scoffed at that) he led you to a room with Ambrosia as the prize and, despite the young prince’s worry, you managed to beat the monsters and collect it, mostly, by yourself.

Ares was so flattered, but he couldn’t help the way that your tattered form made him feel a sort of worry. He waved his hands through the wisps of your body before he snapped his fingers and a small blade appeared: a beautifully constructed blade that was an exact replica of his (albeit much, much smaller). He handed it to you, telling you that you should have a proper weapon if you’re going to go out of your way to fight in his name.

Dionysus

Cause of Death: Alcohol Poisoning

Dionysus, unlike many, is incredibly excited to see you sitting there. He adores mortal souls and can’t help but look at them each time Zag chooses his boons and he has the chance to glimpse at their souls (despite his tendency to let them go completely after they die- he can’t help but wonder about them once in a while).

“Why, hello there! What’s a little thing like you doing strolling up to my boon, hm?”

He can’t help but notice the way your eyes are a tad dull, but he writes that off as the dark of Tartarus since it’s gone as fast as he noticed it. You smile up at him, absolutely beaming at the God of drink and madness. “Hello, Lord Dionysus!”

“Oho, you could tell it was me? What gave it away?”

The two of you laugh, diving into a conversation. He offers you a cup of wine and is put off with how long it takes you to decline it. He almost thought you looked absolutely ravenous as you peered into the deep red liquid. He shrugs it off and continues to chatter with you until his favorite Zagman stumbles upon the two of you. He’s quick to say hi to you and even leans down to ask you… something. Dionysus misses it, but still watches the way you stiffly nod before you pass the boon to the prince and scurry off.

He’s tempted to ask about it, but decides that he should probably ask you himself instead of trying to pry. Mortals didn’t take well to people snooping around their private lives, which he could respect.

The next time he sees you though, he relaxes you into a sort of peaceful lull as he chats with you before he drops the question.

You stare blankly at him, that dark look in your eye coming back and making his skin crawl. You suddenly laugh it off waving your hands as you tell him that a god shouldn’t worry about a little ol’ shade like you.

He doesn’t push for an answer but the question still swirls in his mind, even as you toddle off after his Zagman pops up. He decides that he’ll actually ask the Prince this time around.

He asks him point blank and Zag, despite him being hesitant at first, decides to spill how you died. You had been the black sheep of your family, never truly fitting into the carefully set path that they wanted you to follow- so you found solace in drinking from a young age. It had taken the edge off of everything, Zagreus recounted you telling him. It filled you with a warmth you had been missing all your life and you couldn’t help but indulge more and more in it until it slowly became your own personal poison. Dionysus grimaced, for once feeling a sort of queasiness in the pit of his stomach as Zagreus continued on with your story. So, one day, you had drunk yourself into a deep stupor after an awful argument with your parents. But, this time, you never woke up. Instead you woke up floating in the river of blood- the River of Styx.

Dionysus had nodded after the Prince finished the story, playing with the goblet in his hand and swirling the red wine that resides in it. He offers a bitter smile to Zag and bids his farewell (of course leaving a boon of his choice with the lad) popping off back to Olympus.

The next time he runs into you, he asks if you’re feeling alright- if you want to talk. You blink at him, confused at first until realization dawns you. You bite your lip, looking down. He’s quick to assure you that you didn’t have to talk about anything- you two could just have a good time like always. You tell him that you’d like that, not yet ready to face your past. He nods, immediately telling you about an embarrassing story about Ares and how much of a lightweight he was which had you letting out an ugly snort along with your loud cackles.

The god begins to take it upon himself to have you smiling more and maybe remedy those dark clouds that appear in your eyes once in a while. He’s pretty observant despite being piss drunk half the time, it also helps that he’s very intune to your emotions for some odd reason, so he’s quick to pick up on when you feel down or your having something the equivalent to a relapse. He has you drink just a little bit from his goblet since it’s better than quitting cold turkey. And that little bit is always enough to quench your thirst and calm you down. You’ve been needing less and less of it as the days (nights?) pass by.

The first time you get Dionysus Ambrosia is the same day that he almost swears that he’ll marry you. He’s quick to grow emotional with the sheer fact that you went out of your way to get something so special for him, his face almost splitting with how wide of a smile he has on his face.

“You got this for me, man?” He says, holding up the bottle in his hand and inspecting it like it’s a precious jewel. “You know this stuff is hard to come by, super hard.”

You nod, the clouds far from your eyes now. “I had to thank you some way and punching a couple of Shades to get my hands on that was worth it.”

“You punched people for me?”

“Of course.”

He fights the urge to squeal and pops the top off, summoning another cup and pouring some in it. “Here’s to us!” He says as he hands you the cup.

He’s honestly never had so much fun just existing with one person. After that he’s never far from you, one usually not seen without the other around- even despite the Underworld not being Dionysus’ favorite place, he can’t help but be willing to venture down there to see you in person (he’s been trying to convince his wonderful Uncle Hades to let you come up with him to Olympus for a little bit- he’s even got his dad and (other) Uncle in on it. Hades officially hates all of them). His gift to you is a matching goblet that will supply you any beverage of your choice. It also has the double power to protect you from all that wishes to harm you, but you’ll learn that in due time. It’ll be more fun that way, Dionysus muses.

Hermes

Cause of Death: Falling

Usually, Heremes wouldn’t have taken the time of day to chatter mindlessly with a shade. But, it was a different story when that shade summoned him through bumping into his boon- now it’s just interesting!

“Eh? Who’re you? It’s kinda strange for a shade to be here and not my Cos, huh? Did something happen to him? You his stand in or something? That’d be kinda funny because you don’t seem like his stand in- not buff enough or something like that.”

You blink slowly taking in the words of his mile a minute speech as he continues to prattle on. You take a seat in front of the quick mouthed god, getting yourself comfortable as he flutters about and chatters. Not like you minded- he filled in the places where you couldn’t with steady conversation. You nod to some of the quips he makes, just to show you were still listening.

He decides then and there that he likes you a lot and that you should meet Charon. As soon as Zagreus pops up to collect the boon- he grabs the back of your robes and goes zooming off with you in tow. You wave to the panicked prince, allowing yourself to be dragged around. He continues to chatter on and on, only taking a break when he reaches the Boatman (who was not expecting a Shade to be accompanying the God of Messengers). He sets you down, tries to introduce you two to each other- realizes he doesn’t know your name, so you end up telling them your name- and then is quick to say goodbye, after he gives a scroll to Charon, and shoots off.

You end up staying with Charon after learning a bit more about the quiet boatman and Hermes is quite pleased when he realizes that he’d be seeing you around a lot more. He’s quick to flutter about you and chatter for a few quick seconds before zipping off. You wave at him.

The process repeats for a while before he finally takes a moment to really sit with you, Charon having gone to pick up more souls and lead them down the River of Styx. He chatters on aimlessly, asking little questions here and there before he decides to ask the million dollar question: “How did you die?”

You blink slowly as him before murmuring that you fell from a very high place, you head cracking open on the rocks at the bottom and now here you are. He asks why you were messing about on a high place, as that seemed to be something most mortals avoided doing. You explained that there was a kitten stuck in an old root on the ledge and you couldn’t just leave her. So, you crawled onto the branch and put her back onto safe ground, but the root gave way and then you went tumbling to your doom.

Hermes is surprisingly quiet throughout the entire exchange until you reach the end and he says: “you’re a real bleeding heart under all that quiet, huh?” You nod solemnly and he laughs, pulling you into a side hug. How could something with such a fleeting life be so selfless with it? He squeezes you harder before he stands up and bids you farwell, shooting off once again. And, again, you wave as he goes.

He grows attached to you quickly afterwards, bringing you little things that might help make you more comfortable down in the Underworld. Of course Charon is there to keep you company which he’s happy about- and he voices that exact thought to the boatman, who just grumbles out a long: uuuuaagghhh as his reply. He pats his arm and says that he knew he’d get it.

When you manage to get your hands on a bottle of Ambrosia- he’s completely blind sided that he almost trips on his own feet. His face flushing a deep red as he takes the offered bottle.

“How’d- how’d you get this?” His speech is all jumbled and jumpy, though he tries to keep the giddy excitement bubbling in his stomach as bay.

“I saved up my coin,” you said, nodding to Charon who nods back. “And bought it from Charon. I would’ve fought for it, but I’m no warrior.”

A smile splits across his face and the wings on the side of his head flutter. He’s quick to scoop you up and hug you, floating up with you as he does.

Hermes is an absolute giddy mess with your offering, not sure if he should kiss you or simply remain holding you. He had a special place for you before but this just solidifies his adoration for you. His gift to you is a pair of boots with wings on the side of them- an exact replica of his (in your size! Somehow-). He promises that they’ll help you get anywhere you want quickly, also the two of you match! How cute is that?

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