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Gatekeeper

Pairing: BamBam x female reader

Genre: fantasy / adventure / demon au / romance

Warnings: brief mentioning of past torture / blood / curses and prophecies / this has fantastical characters such as demons, elves, and gods

Word count: 6466

A/N: Welcome to the third week of Frightful October. The theme is Demonology, and this is a continuation of my story last week set in the Enchanted Forest. It is also set in the King of Demons world.

This story could be read alone, but it has a lot of nuances from the previous story that you might wish for more information on.

The King’s Sorcerer | The Huntsman | Gatekeeper | The Secret Library | Stories Told on Hallow’s Eve

A lot of entities in Sheol underestimated his role as Gatekeeper. Whenever they approached the platform that he managed, BamBam could tell their emotions would be one of three things:

1. Shock and awe of the cascading lava waterfalls or bubbling pools that lined the pathways up to each gate.

2. Horror, because not everyone likes lava, BamBam included – it did melt exceptionally well, and he had had one too many run-ins with lava spikes over the centuries.

3. Disinterest in the Gatekeeper himself. Which was fine, he supposed. He wasn’t much to look at upon first glance. Much like any demon, he had decent enough looks, and if he didn’t smile too widely, no one would see the razor-sharp teeth in his mouth right away. His lithe body didn’t remarkably stand out as a weapon, and his good-natured ways often made people overlook how deadly he was.

Because the Gatekeeper was, in fact, dangerous. The King of Demons wouldn’t leave just any demon in charge of his dominion gates, and not anyone could master the precise nature of opening and closing them either. Some had to be routinely checked that they opened still, and others, well, it was better that no one ever entered them – not even BamBam. The Gatekeeper was an important role in Hell, and so many few respected it.

“Surely I don’t need permission to cross into the wild fields from the likes of you,” sneered a hobgoblin, and BamBam sighed heavily.

“No one can enter without permission from the overlord himself.”

“Don’t be so lazy. Just flick the switch!” cried a shapeshifter, throwing their hands up in the air dramatically.

“It’s not as easy as that. Besides, there are levers not switches!”

“I could run this platform more efficiently than you are,” commented a snobbish ogre, and BamBam didn’t even reply. For one, he had no hands, so unless the ogre had a telekinesis gift, it was rather unlikely the gates would open, much less run more productively than they already were.

BamBam was fed up with all the objections to his role. He was deadly, dammit! Didn’t anyone see this?

So, when a strange human dropped onto the centre of the platform, BamBam growled at the interruption to his perusing of a spicy novel. The man had the sense to leap up in fright, teetering on the precipice of a lava bed. His dark eyes scanned the area, and for a moment, BamBam thought the man would shrivel up and die at the teeth he could see gleaming in his mouth.

Instead, he groaned loudly. “For goodness sake!”

“Nothing good about being here, mortal,” BamBam slithered out, still annoyed that the man wasn’t cowering.

No, he looked indignant. As if BamBam was the one who put him out.

“I was told that portal would lead to Casaria! Where the hell am I now?!”

BamBam smirked, shifting closer to the man. “You’re in Hell.”

“Where are your manners?!” cried the fool, and BamBam frowned. “I’m a Lord. Surely you can tell! You didn’t address me properly. Oh, I’ve had the most terrible of times! First, the king promises me a princess if I go into the Enchanted Forest, and then I’m captured by fairies! Can you believe it?!”

BamBam could, in fact, believe it but the man didn’t even stop to let him speak otherwise.

“After the most embarrassing and undignified rescue by some elf creature that looks more devilish than anything I’ve ever seen, I was made to traipse through an unending landscape for two whole months! As if this outfit was made to be worn for more than a day!”

As the man heaved in a deep lungful of air, BamBam observed the once fancy threads were now in tatters.

“Finally, I’m taken to some palace, and they had three portals. I was told to go through the left, but I’ll be blasted to know which is left or right, and now I’m here. I want to go home, and I demand you take me this instance!”

Finally, he was silent.

BamBam had a right mind to torture this man. Not only had he turned up unexpectedly from a portal that he was unaware of, he then unleashed his discourse on BamBam, who had no interest in hearing it, when he had been right in the middle of quite the saucy scene between a demon and angel in his book. For that alone, he should push him into a lava bed and see if he came back out or not. But the last time he had done that, the King of Demons had appeared out of nowhere and decided to throw BamBam in afterwards. It wasn’t an experience he’d like to morph back together from again.

And then he remembered something the man had said. “Some elf creature?”

“Is that all you take from my tirade?! Of course, Elves exist! Didn’t your mother ever read you bedtime stories about the Fae and Elves of the Enchanted Forest?”

“I didn’t have a mother,” BamBam retorted, which made the man blanch when he realised who he was actually talking to. Good. The human needed another dose of fear.

“Good gracious, with a mouth like that, I doubt she’d want to have you suckling at her bosom!”

BamBam bristled. “Now listen here—!”

“Don’t waste your breath on him,” a new, but familiar voice purred, and both males turned to look at the newcomer. BamBam couldn’t help the devilish grin that spread out his mouth.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he crooned, though he only received an eyeroll in return. At least this time you reacted to him in some way. The last time BamBam had seen you, you had acted as if he wasn’t standing by your side at all.

He should find you frustrating, and to some degree he did. But you were nightmares incarnated, and he had always had a taste for such darkness.

The mortal, however, shrieked. “Not you, again!”

“Let me tell you, I’m not much fond of you either, Lord Seokmin. You went through the wrong portal.”

“I demand to be sent back home at once!”

You looked at BamBam, a bored expression marring your stunning face. “Could you send this insect of a man back to Casaria? I’m liable to do damage if I so much as touch him.”

“Insect?! Why I ought to—”

BamBam was already over at the Other Realms gateway, heaving the lever up and to the left a smidge. He then spoke softly to the gate, coaxing it to open and show the bustling capital of Casaria on the other side. Lord Seokmin was relieved at the familiarity and with an audacious glare at them both, marched his way through until the vortex sucked him in whole. BamBam then disengaged the gate and turned back to face you.

“It’s been a while, Curse-Breaker.”

“Not nearly long enough, Gatekeeper.”

“Come now, surely you’ve missed this handsome face of mine,” he teased and grew delighted when your insolent expression twitched in suppressed humour.

You leaned forward to inspect him. “I just can’t seem to find this handsome face you talk of. Where abouts should I be looking?”

“You are the breaker of many hearts, Y/N.”

“And you should just continue working on your acts of seduction.” You nodded to his discarded novel across the way. “Angels do it for you, huh, demon?”

“There is an angel here now,” he announced brightly, then shrunk back a little, waiting to see if the Prince of Sheol had overheard him. Thankfully nothing happened, but he thought to add on just in case, “But she fell from piety for another demon, not I.”

“A pity then.”

“Alas, I much prefer your make of—”

“You know I no longer hold an interest in men, Bam,” you said whisper-soft, and had he not the hearing of a higher entity, he would have missed it. Flashes of the time he had discovered you broken in the human realm beside the floor of a lover rushed to the surface, and you hissed, as if you too were sharing the same vision. Blinking away how that had gone for you and the handsome mortal you had fallen for, BamBam carefully brightened his expression so as not to darken your mood further.

“So, where did the portal come from? It’s not authorised by the King. He’ll be mad.”

“Jaebum doesn’t make me quake in my boots, you know.”

“I should, given I am the Devil,” came the voice of his king, and you both turned to see pure sin walking towards you. BamBam snickered, anticipating what Jaebum would do over this mishap. He certainly wasn’t in trouble. A portal into Sheol was an inconsiderate choice without his permission.

However, you blandly shrugged your shoulders. “I’ve seen you naked, Jaebum. You do nothing to invoke fear into my heart. Nor are you much more than a mediocre—”

“Curse-Breaker, have some tact,” Jaebum urged, glancing between where he came from and BamBam. “My wife thinks differently.”

“So, the news is true? A human softened the heart of the King of Demons?” you scoffed, and thunder filled the air. You didn’t so much as flinch.

“Given your past at softening, shouldn’t you hold a little more respect?”

BamBam wanted to shrink back from this conversation now. He knew his lord had a temper, and from the few experiences he had in your company, it was evenly matched with yours. And whilst he considered himself a dangerous demon, he was also pragmatic about saving his skin, especially since the time the Devil had skinned him of it.

“I’ll just leave you two,” he murmured, not listening to the fight brewing, and backed away step by step.

“Hold, Gatekeeper, I’m not done with your services yet,” you proclaimed a moment later, and BamBam stuttered to a stop.

Jaebum arched an eyebrow. “Since when can you ask for his services without my permission? He belongs to me.”

“Do not act pompous in front of me. I simply came to solve an issue we had caused. If I could just be on my way—”

Suddenly the world around them was flung sideways, and darkness covered them like a cloak. BamBam, uncaring of the argument any longer, launched into action and dashed the familiar pathway back to his control centre. This was the fourth instance of this in the past week, and he needed to figure out what gate was rebelling now. Tempers now forgotten, you joined Jaebum as you both rounded to his side.

“Which gate?!” – “What is going on?”

BamBam didn’t answer you or his king, instead he watched the unrest surge towards the Ancient Realm once more. That was the second time it had done so, the other two firing towards the Human Gateway. Jaebum, having knowledge of which gate was what on the dashboard, let out a string of curses.

“Not now!”

“What is going on?” you repeated more loudly, at the same time as the ground stopped shaking and light filtered back in. You were more frazzled than BamBam had ever witnessed, which you promptly smoothed away with an insolent expression.

“The Gods choose to cause chaos simply at the worst of times,” Jaebum muttered, glaring at the skies above. “They choose to punish me.”

“Is she closer to birthing now, my King?” BamBam questioned, and for once, the Devil answered with a straightforward nod. He had served Jaebum for centuries now, and whilst the man did frighten him, he was also aware of his emotions. The tension in his body didn’t come from your unannounced appearance. No, it was because his human lover that was carrying his child was getting closer to birthing the Antichrist.

He supposed it was also a foreign sense of the unknown for his king pulling his features tight as they were. He was about to become a father for the first time, after all.

“You got her pregnant?!”

“The baby is a blessing and I’ll have you strung up if you think otherwise,” Jaebum snapped, and you had the foresight to nod in agreement.

“I don’t mean disrespect, but surely you realise changes will happen to the realms that you own gateways to. If trouble brews behind them, they will show unrest here.”

“I’m aware, Y/N,” Jaebum answered tiredly, running a hand down his face. “I don’t have the time to solve any issues right now. I have to stay here with my bride. She hardly likes me leaving her side for long as it is. The pregnancy has required more endurance than we both expected.”

BamBam saw you swallow down your retort and gave a calculated but visibly lazy shrug otherwise. “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Look into the unrest for you. Then we can be even.”

Jaebum’s expression softened. “You never owed me a debt, Y/N.”

“But as an elf, we claim debts for our services. We will be even if I do this.”

“I can’t send you through the gateway alone. Especially into the Ancient Realm. There are multiple steps to unlock.”

BamBam nodded sagely. That was one of the Gateways he hadn’t opened in centuries. He had no desire to either.

You beamed an uncharacteristic smile at him then, and if he hadn’t swooned by such beauty, BamBam should have realised it to be foreboding instead. “Your Gatekeeper is the best in all realms. He can assist me.”

“I am the best— hang on, what did you just say?!”

Jaebum grew thoughtful. “You are not wrong there.”

“I think you’re a little wrong,” BamBam countered, darting his focus between you both.

“And I’m sure many would fail, whilst he would excel in opening locks,” you continued as if he hadn’t refuted the claim.

“Someone needs to man the gates. I’ll stay here. Take one for the team. Send Mark, you trust him best, my liege. Or how about Jackson? He’s a mighty warrior. Is Yugyeom back from the Heavens yet?”

Jaebum smirked. “I’ll have my brother come and look after the gates. He knows them better than I, given he built them. Now, aren’t you always hassling me about wanting to go on an adventure, Bam? Surely, you’re curious about what’s on the other side of that gate.”

“Not particularly.”

“I won’t do it without Bam. He’s the only one worthy to stand at my side,” you announced, staring at him deeply. If he worried about compulsion working on him, he’d wonder if that was what you were doing, but instead, he marinated the word worthy around in his head.

He was a tiny bit curious now.

“Done. You both go looking in the Ancient Realm for why there is such unrest, and I will consult my prophet for any news about what is going on here. If he tells me anything, I will send word to you. I lend my most valuable demon to you now, Curse-Breaker. Please return him to me.”

BamBam glanced at his king in shock. He puffed up his chest in honour and bowed formally to the man before stepping towards his lair to prepare. Your bemused expression held, and BamBam couldn’t help but grin back. “I’ll just prepare for our journey.”

“Pack lightly. We may be gone for some time.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t need that much stuff, Gatekeeper,” you chastised after BamBam had closed the first Gate behind you. Jinyoung was the last face he saw from Sheol, and he didn’t know if he liked that or not. Your sudden chatter seemed odd too, and BamBam realised it was because you were nervous.

He supposed he ought to be too, given the place you were entering.

“Have you been to the Ancient Realm before?” he asked, and you nodded slowly. “Oh, good. We won’t need to find ourselves a guide.”

“My mother was laid to rest here,” you mentioned, blinking several times in a row before smoothing out the emotion. You did it so often that BamBam became aware of all the little moments right before you shut them out. It felt like he was in on a secret, one you let so few see.

“I don’t know much about this realm,” he admitted, walking more confidently than he had sounded before leaving Sheol to the next gateway. He reached into his pocket for the mini version of his dashboard and angled the device near the keyhole. Gears whirled and clunk inside it before settling on a shape. He slotted the key in and turned the lock.

You visibly fidgeted.

“Do you not want to be here?”

“It makes me uncomfortable. The sheer amount of power that resides here…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “Even I don’t know what to make of it.”

“And the Gods chose to disrupt this resting spot for what reason,” BamBam mused, not really posing the statement as a question as fog seeped up around his legs. Once through another gate, he knew there was only one more, and you were teetering on edge.

He reached out a hand to touch your shoulder and felt how frozen you were. Moving his heavy backpack around, BamBam tugged out a shawl and threw it unceremoniously around your shoulders. You caught it before it slipped off and into the fog. “Thanks. And there was a prophecy once. Not told by your demon prophet, but one from my own court. It spoke of the darkest depths of the world creating new and unforeseen life causing those at rest to seek retribution.”

“You come here for your mother?”

Again, you nodded. “She needs to be our main priority whilst here.”

“What do you mean?” BamBam frowned, pausing in front of the final gate he needed to unlock. You glanced around before closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N, if I’ve sullied your mood further—”

“I was meant to be queen after my mother’s death. But I have a sister, and she is much better than me in every way.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

You gave him a wry smile. “She has the nicer traits to rule Elventia with. And whilst it was I chosen by the throne on my mother’s death, I abdicated the title. Elventia would be ruled in darkness if I sat on that throne, and our people suffered enough of that under my mother’s reign. She is partially what made me who I am today.”

“Beautiful in every way?” he offered lightly, and you smiled genuinely despite your pain.

“A nightmare, Bam. And whilst I relish in who I am now, I wasn’t once accepting of my shadows, my darkness. I don’t wish my people to be either.”

“Spoken like a true leader. No wonder you and Jaebum get along so well.”

He treasured the dramatic eyeroll you gave him. “Open the gate, keeper. If the prophecy is true, we’re here to seek out my mother.”

“For help?”

You shook your head. “To stop her from seeking out the deadliest retribution.”

“Well, that sounds dangerous.”

“I thought you were the most dangerous demon in all of Sheol?” you posed, as BamBam used his everchanging key once more. He glanced at you cautiously. “You told me that, don’t you remember?”

The vision from earlier came back, and he saw a younger version of you both in that dank stall, his hands pressed across your slashed abdomen. He had talked a lot to you to distract the pain. He hadn’t realised you were listening – or believed him.

Patting his shoulder with your free hand, you gripped the shawl with the other and stepped through into the Ancients. You shot him a determined smile. “I guess we’re about to find out how true you are to your word, Gatekeeper.”

The journey into the new realm was disorienting. Much like in Sheol, the world morphed under their feet as they travelled, leading them through ruined temples, strange and dense greenery, and beside large tombs that gave him more heebie jeebies than the prophet’s lair back in Hell. He’d rather be smited over and over by Jinyoung than enter one of them. It seems like you held the same opinion when you shuddered passing another tomb.

“The Elven catacombs are where we need to head,” you announced some way into the journey, which BamBam was equal parts thankful for the information and hesitant by the thought of going underground. The mausoleum-styled tombs you had already passed were bad enough, and they seemed to be just one level. He hadn’t asked about the destination, and you seemed to refrain from giving him further information to stew over.

He needed a distraction, and fast.

“So do you seek out women now?” he asked, and for a moment, you didn’t deign a response. Then he heard you snort. “What? It’s a fair question.”

“You ask of my love life, demon?”

“What’s so wrong about being curious?”

You side-glanced at him. “Says the male who was keen to stay on his little Gatekeeping platform and not follow me here. I wonder, is it just a little bit of praise that motivates you?”

“I’m not afraid to admit that it does,” he replied, raising his chin a little. “So often am I overlooked in my role. It’s nice to be deemed worthy of something more than turning keys, pulling levers, and assisting entities across the realms.”

“You are worthy,” you murmured, and Bam grinned at you.

“And you are deflecting from my question.”

“I haven��t… with anyone. Not since my mortal lover,” you announced, and BamBam nodded once.

“If it helps, I haven’t either. Apparently, I need to work on my seduction—HEY!” He squawked when he felt hands over his waist, but you were quick to disarm whoever had started to violate him. Turning, he saw a woman in what appeared to be acolyte robes, and eight others now surrounded them.

You canted your head to the side, your elven blade digging into the side of the woman’s neck that you held. BamBam eyed each individually carefully, searching for a weak point in their defence. However, as he was good for, he started to talk, trying to lessen the threat you presented together.

“Hey guys, out on a worshipping stroll, are we?”

“You do not belong here,” one man on his right spoke, and BamBam nodded eagerly.

“You’re right, we don’t, but whilst we’re here, how about being a little more accommodating? I’d say we don’t bite, but I’m pretty sure she does, being an elf and all. I might have all these chompers, but my stomach is really sensitive, so I don’t put in food that won’t settle well. Acolytes are too holy for my tastes.”

“You talk… a lot.”

You snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“I will tell you about it. I get pretty lonely up in my Gatekeeping position.”

“Bam, you’re not helping.”

“Oh, so now I’m not helpful, huh?” he questioned, pouting for effect. He nodded infinitesimally at you, his gaze falling towards the petite redhead on the left. You tracked his observation. “I knew I shouldn’t have followed you and my king’s orders. But here we are amongst some nice people, and you want to call me out like this? Got any more robes free, friends? Maybe I’ll stop being a big bad demon and join your cause instead. Who are we worshipping? Greek Gods? Norse legions? The bogeyman?”

“Does he ever shut up?” another robed person asked exasperatedly, and Bam grinned at her, watching her step back a little at the sharpness of his teeth.

“I can answer that myself. Nope. I hardly ever do. I like the sound of my voice and especially when it’s helpful. Such as now!”

And within a blur, you both had struck – you to the fair maiden to grab someone they were protective of more than the woman you held, and he towards the leader of them all, kicking the man in the back of his leg and disarming him a moment later.

“And look at that, I’m not even out of breath!” BamBam arrogantly proclaimed, tightening his grip on the man now struggling to get out of his control.

“We aren’t what you think!”

“Considering I’ve felt a whole lot of fighting leathers under these robes, I can only imagine,” you mentioned, shedding the robe of the girl you held. She wore a navy set of leathers to a legion he hadn’t seen before.

BamBam winked. “So maybe feeling up women is your thing now.”

The exasperated look you gave him made him chuckle. You pointed your blade at another of the group watching on calmly. “Who are you guardians of?”

“We come together from the forgotten Hallowed lands. My name is Airi, and we are protectors of the Old Gods.”

“Which one are they, again?” BamBam asked, humming slightly. “They all seem pretty old to me.”

“From the lost times of our history. The first Gods that were entombed by the current Gods ruling now.”

“To be fair, I wouldn’t say that where either of us come from, those Gods rule us,” you spat, and Airi nodded softly.

“Agreed. We are here to prevent a prophesied war. If the Old Gods rise, only those from the Hallow will stand to fight.”

“This sounds like a fantasy novel I was reading just last week,” BamBam mentioned, but you shot him a glare, so he stopped with the deflecting commentary. You wanted more information.

“You know of the prophecy too?”

Airi nodded. “Many realms do now. And since the King of Demons has chosen to create new life, we are all on edge about it coming true. We are here to stop such events.”

“Two things. Pretty sure my king didn’t realise having a baby with his queen was such a bad idea,” he mentioned, ignoring the incredulous look many of the warriors gave him. “And secondly, if you’re the ones here to stop the prophecy, we’re doomed. Considering how easily we disarmed you all.”

“It was their trap to make us listen, Bam,” you admitted, loosening your grip on the woman you held. She nodded tersely, glancing at your ears, and then darting over to a comrade.

“Her ears… she looks just like—”

“Don’t. She knows who she is,” Airi stated after some unspoken moment with you. The warrior stepped forward. “We will need your assistance with the Elven Queen. She is the cause of the unrest in these realms.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have no issue with dealing with my mother.”

They followed the warriors for some time, BamBam carefully watching each of them individually. He had noted their weaknesses and strengths by the time they got to their destination and decided he much liked Airi. The others, whilst obedient enough to their male leader Myos, seemed to gravitate towards the female more. He wondered if they put up a front by having Myos as their visible leader and Airi was actually in charge instead.

You seemed to have great respect for the woman too, and whilst he had been joking earlier about your sexual preference, he was a tad bit jealous that you paid more attention to her than him. He realised he was a creature greedy for attention and praise.

“Mr Demon,” the young maiden whispered, and he glanced at the red-haired girl falling into step beside him. “Are you truly the Gatekeeper of the Realms?”

“Well, just those located in Sheol,” he confirmed, and the girl’s eyes rounded. He supposed he had to be known of in more parts of the universe than he realised. BamBam puffed up his chest again. “It’s a big task and not just any demon can do it.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d see a gatekeeper in all my years.”

“Years? You’re what, sixteen?”

She laughed. “Five hundred and eleven.”

“But you look barely out of your youngling years.”

“We of Hallowed blood age exceptionally slow.”

“Every day is a learning day, isn’t it?” he marvelled as she giggled again.

It was then he realised a moment too late what the girl had observed whilst he had been looking at each of them about his own weaknesses. He had been easily separated from you and entered a chamber without a door once closed. He glared at the entity before him and roared.

“Let me out now!”

“We cannot let the Elven Queen rise from her eternal rest. She holds the key to waking up the Old Gods.”

“I get that and can assure you that Curse-Breaker feels very much the same!”

“Have you ever wondered why your friend was given that name?” the woman folded her arms under her bosom and looked at him critically. “Why would an elf be shrouded in such darkness if her fate was to be anything good?”

“Screw you and your ideals of good and bad. The Gods above are wickeder than any demon I know, yet we’re labelled the bad ones. You’re trying to convince the wrong choir here.”

“Perhaps, but in this case, don’t you think it strange to travel here to stop a queen that’s already dead?”

BamBam threw himself at a wall. It didn’t budge. “Again. Wrong choir,” he gritted out, searching through his panic for a way out. He had to stop, had to think.

“If the queen were to see her daughter again, do you think she would allow her to just walk away without doing what she wants? Your friend was controlled by the queen until she killed her. Do you really think she’ll allow her daughter a second shot at destroying her?”

“I’m about to destroy you if you don’t shut up and let me think!”

“But what fun! Wasn’t that what you tried to do with us?” she asked gleefully, and BamBam decided he hated her. He despised everything in this godforsaken realm, and most importantly that he had let you be taken from him. He made a vow when he found you in the stall years back that if he ever crossed paths with you again that he wouldn’t let someone harm you.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to break that now.

It came to him in a startling moment of clarity, and before the warrior could even blink, he used his nail to cut into the tip of his finger and let his demon blood well. If he was destined to be a Gatekeeper for all of eternity, he should in theory be able to open any barrier before him. He held the belief that his blood could also be a key, and it worked. Not allowing himself the moment to be pleasantly surprised by what he had uncovered, BamBam chose to rely on instinct to find you. He moved faster than he had in a long time, darting down pathways, and pressing his blood to walls that seemed to be in his way. The longer it took, the more ruthless he became until he stopped still in the middle of a room full of eternally slumbering elven elders. He didn’t have to look far to find the one who was your mother. You looked alike and yet so different that it hurt to think of all your unspoken grievances.

“You can’t believe you’re just like her,” he murmured softly and noticed when you came out from behind the lavish glass coffin. He tracked you carefully, noticing how wound up you were. “I don’t even know her, but you’re nothing wicked like her.”

“You don’t know me either.”

“So, you tricked me to come here, is that it? You needed me to open all the doors so you could come and wake up your evil mother one more time to set the prophecy in motion?”

For a moment you didn’t speak true of his suspicions, but then you looked away, and your voice trailed out. “There is a curse on our lands. I am so graciously named to break curses, or did you miss that point?”

“Your name is not Curse-Breaker. It is Y/N. And you mean more to this world than breaking curses. Your sister no doubt believes this too.”

You swallowed back down your emotions. Your expression grew hard, cruel even. “And live with the Fae curse above our heads forever?”

“You will break it another way. You killed her once, why wake her now?”

“Because she planned to use me to waken the gods. I didn’t believe in it, didn’t want to. Turns out I was born to do just one thing in my life.”

BamBam stepped forward, shaking his head at you. “I believe you were born to do many things.”

“Like what?”

“Do you need me to praise you and list off all the reasons why, right now, when we’re in a bit of a dangerous situation?”

You blinked several times but didn’t deny his statement either. BamBam expelled a shaky breath.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. I know you’re the strategist of the family. Your sister no doubt leans on your intelligence and asks you to help her with ruling Elventia. I’ve watched you in strategy meetings in the past, so don’t think I don’t know this about you. I also know you’re fair even when you’re being cruel.”

You laughed darkly. “You saw what came of that human, BamBam.”

“After the way he cut you up, I’m amazed you didn’t take your time inflicting smaller nicks into his body until he bled out. I would have been crueller than you were in making him scream.”

“Perhaps.”

“You say more in your actions than words, and your insolent, broody mask is a cover-up to a wildly sensitive and beautiful female underneath. Who craves attention, the right kind. Who wants to be helpful but can’t abandon her shadows either – the only friends she’s had all her life.”

“E-Enough.”

BamBam was on top of you now, crowding you near the coffin. “I know that I’ve always been attracted to you and that my heart sings wildly whenever you’re near. And that you didn’t need to convince me to come here, I would willingly follow you right into the eye of a deadly storm if that’s where you were heading.”

You were shaking now, and when BamBam reached out for you, you didn’t flinch away. In the smallest voice he’d ever heard from you, you said, “I don’t want to do it.”

“Then let’s not,” he replied, using his powers to lull you into slumber. He picked you up, marvelled at how right it felt to have you in his arms and then turned to leave. He knew the Hallowed warriors would be somewhere, but he didn’t care, not when he had to get you out of here. He would cut them all down before he allowed anyone to harm you now.

In his haste to leave the chamber, BamBam didn’t realise how close he was to an ornamental figure on the wall, nor how a sharp piece of it pierced your skin, two drops of blood spilling to the stone beneath you both.

You roused some days later, much to BamBam’s dismay. Looking around the room you woke up in, you realised instantly you were back in BamBam’s lair. He observed as you clicked the pieces together and gave you a shy grin. “Sorry. I figured the best place for me to watch over you was here.”

“How did we get back?”

“I carried you.” You blanched, looking at his exposed arms. BamBam huffed. “I am stronger than I look!”

“I know, but… the warriors! Did you kill them? They weren’t bad, just working for a different cause.”

BamBam could think of one he’d loved to have killed but shook his head. “I didn’t touch a single one.”

“They let you take me?”

“They didn’t have much of a choice. I created a temporary gateway.”

Your eyes rounded. “You can do that?”

“Of course, I can. I’m not just any Gatekeeper, you know.”

“And I didn’t wake her?”

“Your mother is still sound asleep, and there’s been no further unrest coming from inside the gate.”

You relaxed back onto his bed, pulling the blankets up to your face for a moment. “This scent. It lingered with me for the longest time.”

BamBam sniffed the air, frowning at which scent you meant. He was a rather tidy demon, and the blankets on his bedding were clean enough. You chuckled. “Your scent. You. After saving me, it’s all I could smell for years.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I never thanked you for opening that gate that day. You helped me first, didn’t you? When he first harmed me. Before I tortured him. You were there before your king was.”

“I was.”

“Thank you, BamBam.”

“Thank you for not hating me for putting you to sleep in the Ancient realm. It was a chance I had to take.”

“As long as everyone is safe,” you said slowly, staring strangely at the wall. He wondered if you were connecting with your sister somehow. You relaxed again, which made him realise all was well. He had done his best and saved the world whilst at it.

“Rest,” he told you and got up, but you grabbed his hand, yanking him down until his lips crashed upon yours. The kiss was briefly intense, and his mind was still spinning even after you smiled at him and fell asleep again.

Stepping back out onto his platform, BamBam felt different. His adventure wasn’t one he was ready to take again any time soon. In fact, if the world could just stay quiet for now, he’d be more than pleased. Especially if he could convince you to spend more time in Sheol before returning to Elventia.

He was mulling over these thoughts when a sudden shadow formed over him, blocking the entire view of the platform. He gulped, looking up at Yugyeom, Sheol’s prophet. He hardly saw the entity unless there was something wrong. And by the look on his stony face, Yugyeom hadn’t quite seen a happily ever after in store for him.

“A mistake occurred whilst you were in the Ancient Realm.”

“A lot of them did, actually,” BamBam agreed apprehensively, nodding in thought.

Yugyeom shook his head. “No, one you didn’t mean to have happen. But it did. And so, the prophecy came true.”

“What? The Elven Queen didn’t wake.”

“She didn’t need to. She wished to break the curse on her family line by the daughter she created with darkness itself. Her blood was the key.”

BamBam turned to look in the direction of you peacefully asleep in his bed. He then glanced back up at Yugyeom.

Yugyeom’s eyes went unseeing, his voice dark and foreboding. “The Old Gods will rise, for Calamity has been born.”

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grxvitye · 4 years ago

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magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

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When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

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officialleehadan · 3 years ago

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Diva Distraction

HGE – Blackbird

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It took longer than Maggie liked, and more of the nasty, snide comments than she was ever comfortable with, but she finally managed to get away from the odious Countess Shavina. By the time she managed to leave Shavina with a handful of other politicians’ wives, Marcus and Ikaroa were long gone. Maggie allowed herself a triumphant smile and headed back towards the last place she had seen Zaaba.

It might have been difficult; Tessarina’s parties often had a thousand people in attendance or more, but Maggie had left a tiny spark of magic in the golden jewelry Zaaba wore, and simply followed her own spark back towards her captain. When she arrived, she discovered Zaaba in a cluster with a handful of other party-goers, arguing cheerfully about trade-routes.

“I’m telling you, if you sling around Betelgeuse, you can cut most of a solar week off the jump to Antares,” Zaaba was saying as Maggie reached her side. Once she had eased through the group, she boldly draped herself over Zaaba, who wrapped an arm around her waist in welcome “Oh, hello sweetness. I wondered when you’d be back.”

Good. She was comfortable in her role now, and remembered not to use Maggie’s name in front of anyone who didn’t already know it. More importantly, she seemed like she was in a good mood. The deal with their contact must have gone well.

“I wanted to dance,” Maggie pouted dramatically and popped her hip out. Yes, the ice-lace sleeves of her dress were a little modest for one of the courtesans, but her behavior would make up to it. Besides, it wasn’t unusual for some of the higher-priced arm-candy to hide away the most tempting of their goods. The benefits of being exclusive. Zaaba must have noted her costume change, but she didn’t comment. “You promised me some fun.”

“I was having plenty of fun myself,” Zaaba snorted, entirely amused at her antics. “I was talking shipping lanes with these fine gents. They might have a job or two I can advise on.”

Better and better. Zaaba had managed to find a group of nobility and rich businessmen who were always looking for a way to keep their money off the books. Zaaba must have proven herself already by knowing her way around a starship. Now they were interested in continuing the partnership. It was a start, that would lead to a great deal more if Maggie had anything to do with it.

“A pleasure, I’m sure,” Maggie purred to their onlookers, and stretched ostentatiously to make the most of her close-fitting gown, before she offered them an inappropriately-deep curtsy. It was a common trick among the court climbers and courtesans to flatter those with more money or rank than themselves. It also gave them a good look at her jewelry, which was very expensive, and to take note of her accent, which was pure Upper Class Core. “Will you hate me terribly if I steal my darling here away? She’s left me languishing without her company all night.”

“Bad form, Captain,” one of the men around them said. Maggie eyed him. She didn’t know him on sight, but that just meant he wasn’t higher nobility, or someone she was specifically looking out for. She did know the man beside him, and his presence made the situation much more interesting. “Don’t worry Miss. We won’t keep her attention much longer.”

“I’m sure not,” Maggie said graciously, and presented her gloved hand to him. He kissed it, marking him as distinctly not nobility, and she beamed at him, just barely visible under her veil. She aimed herself at the second man. This would take a little more caution. He was Imperial Intelligence, and she didn’t want to out him if he was undercover. Her veil would certainly hide her own identity, but there were ways around that. “My friend, I’m certain we’ve met. Do refresh my memory?”

“Where are my manners?” he replied and bowed over her hand, but didn’t kiss it. His current character must be nobility. “I am Riklyn Talfys, Knight of Carrier India.”

“Sir Talfys, of course. I should have remembered,” Maggie said smoothly. Knights were all invited to the bigger functions on their Carriers, and there were often close to ten thousand people at those occasions. Including, as it happened, Maggie herself. More importantly, it was an opportunity to tell him who she was, and not to out her. It wouldn’t take him long to figure her out if she wasn’t careful. Better to just tell him. “I saw the Sign and Order at the last Year-End ball on Pacifica. It was most impressive.”

The Sign and Order was a demonstration put on by the Empire’s Knights. Every Carrier had them of course, but it wasn’t considered a notably interesting event of the occasion. The phrase Sign and Order, however, was an Intelligence pass-phrase, keyed by the use of Carrier Pacifica’s name. More importantly, it was a pass-phrase that was for Maggie’s use only, and assured the recipient that she was in no danger. Sir Talfys was too well-trained to show any sign of surprise, but he wouldn’t miss it.

“The Sign and Order of Pacifica is very impressive, or so I’m told,” he replied with the appropriate pass-phrase, acknowledging her message. He would of course pass along that she had checked in, and where, but when he did, he would find that she was exactly where she told Luka she would be. “Do let me know if I might be of any service.”

“I would not hesitate,” Maggie said, and looped her arm through Zaaba’s, who was looking somewhat confused by the interchange. “Do pass my greetings along, won’t you? Now I hope you will excuse us. There are so many people here, and I promised to speak to them all.”

They made the appropriate gracious noises, and Maggie pulled Zaaba away from the group with as much haste as she dared. She might not be worried about Talfys outing her, but the fact that he was in the group meant that he was watching someone. At best, her involvement would make his life more complicated. At worst, she would endanger herself and his mission.

“That was abrupt,” Zaaba commented when they were free and ambling towards the door. “What’s the hurry?”

“One of those men is an associate of a friend I would rather not name,” Maggie explained, careful to keep any suggestion of Talfys’ actual occupation out of her words. “A friend who deals in a sort of business we don’t want to be involved in.”

“That bad?”

“Not bad. just complicated. He won’t bother us but- Ah, Tessarina darling, I was trying to catch you!” Maggie cut herself off and transitioned to bright, overly-loud excitement as they very nearly crashed right into the hostess of the party. She had very much hoped to avoid Tessarina, but she had to admit, there was no better cover in the room. Tessarina’s attention would blot out everything memorable about them. “You look just divine, and what a magnificent party! A triumph of hospitality, and you attention to detail is unmatched!”

“Darling, I so hoped I would see you here!” Tessarina crowed, entirely willing to lie through her teeth rather than admit that she had no idea who Maggie was. She was gowned in a blinding dress encrusted with what were undoubtedly real diamonds that made a white-to-red gradient down her body. Her hair was full of more, and a train of glittering mist, magical in nature no doubt, swirled down off her back in a diamond cascade. It was a beautiful dress, certainly, but Maggie couldn’t help but sniff, just a little. It was gaudy. “Wherever have you been hiding?”

“Of you know me and my distractions,” Maggie said joyously and snapped her fan out, sending silver glitter in every direction. It caught in the hems of her dress and sent a constellation of frost-flowers up her skirt. Zaaba looked both impressed, and somewhat taken-aback by the display, and also eyed her own coat with a certain amount of alarm. “Thank you so much for your lovely invitation. It truly is most spectacular. Why, you simply must plan my next little gathering.”

“Tell me when and where, and I will make sure everyone who’s anyone attends,” Tessarina promised exuberantly, still a little confused around the eyes. Good. She hadn’t recognized Maggie. It was for the best, since Maggie intended to never see Tessarina again if she could help it. “Now, you simply must forgive me. There are so many people to see.”

“Of course, of course,” Maggie assured her. They traded air kisses to either cheek, and then Tessarina was gone, accompanied by her usual posse of suck-ups and hangers-on. Maggie waited until she was gone to breathe a sigh of relief. Zaaba was staring at her. “What?”

“You’re a little scary, aren’t you?” Zaaba said, and let Maggie usher her towards the exit, and their escape to the Blackbird that was waiting for them in port. “Mission accomplished?”

“Mission accomplished, and Ikaroa settled in case you were worried,” Maggie told her cheerfully as they collected their coats from the coat-check by the door. “Let’s get out of here and have a properly fun sort of party back on the ship.”

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scarofthewind · 4 years ago

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Slashers x Chubby!Reader || Lingerie (NSFW)

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you are having a good Thanksgiving, if you don’t celebrate it then I hope you are having a good day! I am horrible, I know I need to get out the mini series as finish the Farm Life series for Ushijima as well as do a part 2 for the sad thing I posted the other day.

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, chubby!reader, fem!reader, praise kink, authority kink

Characters: Thomas, Michael, Jason, Bo, Vincent, and Brahms

word count: 2.2k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt:

★ You could tell by the way his shoulders sagged, that Thomas was having a rough day. He’d been busy all day ‘hunting’ and cleaning the mess he had down in the basement and at this point he could barely keep his eyes open.

★ So, being the good little lover you are, you waltz upstairs and prepare for a show. You take a nice hot shower and get yourself all cleaned up before slipping into the lingerie you had saved for a special occasion.

★ Although, as soon as you put on the baby-doll flowing top and the string of underwear that had came with it, you frowned. The mirror in the corner of the bedroom stared right back at you as you grew more self conscious by the second. Would he even like this? I look terrible - I look like the Pillsbury dough boy.

★ However, your negative thoughts were soon interrupted when Thomas stepped into the bedroom and froze at the sight of you.

You chewed your lip nervously as you stood there facing him in all your glory; Thomas’ eyes darkened and you swore you heard a deep grumble from within his chest as he approached you slowly. “And what did I do to deserve this?” He asked with a grin, cupping your face in his hands.

“You looked stressed so I wanted to make you feel better,” You replied, looking down slightly. “Do you like it? I don’t think it looks right-”

Thomas pressed a finger against your mouth and you closed it, reveling in the feeling of his hands traveling around your body. His large calloused fingers squeezed every bit of flesh they could find and Thomas almost blew a fuse seeing the small covering of underwear you had on under the sheer gown. “I think you look absolutely beautiful,” He said gently, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “The color looks good on you, but,” He trailed off, making your heart beat in anticipation.

“As much as I would love to sit here and stare at you in this, I’d rather it be on the floor,” Thomas chuckled when you blushed, letting him drag you over to the bed and letting you sit down, his large frame towering in front of you. One hand gripped your chin and you craned your neck to look up at him, “Be a good girl for me and spread those pretty little legs.” You obliged.

Michael Myers:

★ It was your anniversary and you were determined to surprise your bastard of a lover before he returned from terrorizing the town. You made sure to pamper yourself, taking a long shower and relaxing in the tub, using the best perfume and lotions you had.

★ You even went as far as buying lingerie, which you examined on yourself in the bedroom. The straps on the legs were kind of tight but you shrugged and fixed pieces of your hair.

★ The only thing that annoyed you was the belts around your thighs; they made them look so large, almost as if the belts were about to break. As you went to take them off, you heard the front door slam shut and you bolted to the bed, making yourself look as appealing as possible.

Holding your breath, you made to push your chest forward, exposing more of your breasts to the room and you waited for Michael to come bounding up the stairs. “You will not believe what-” Michael came into the room aggravated, but stopped as soon as he looked at you. He blinked a few times before a large smirk appeared on his face. “Is this my anniversary present from you?” He asked and you beamed in excitement and shock.

“You remembered our anniversary?” You sat up a bit and his eyes followed the curve of your breasts.

“Of course I remembered, your presents downstairs,” He replied, advancing towards you and groaning when you spread your legs for him to step between. “What the actual fuck, (Y/N)? Are you trying to kill me?” He growled seeing the small string of fabric that covered your pussy.

“Do you like it?” You asked shyly and his eyes flew to yours as he grabbed your face in his hands.

“I love it so much that I almost hate to take it off,” You giggled at his statement and his hands ran down your body, snapping the straps on your thighs, earning a whimper from you to which he grinned at. “We are keeping these on.”

Jason Voorhees:

★ There was no particular reason as to why you stood in the doorway of your bedroom in nothing but lingerie you had covered with a bath robe. Your eyes wandered over Jason’s figure at the kitchen table, his back to you as he continued piecing together his mask that he’d accidentally broke.

★ You slipped the robe off, letting it fall to the ground before walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder.

★ You didn’t say anything, but the minute Jason’s hand traveled up your arm and to your shoulder in a loving manner, he shot up out of the chair and turned to you with a flustered expression.

He had known from the second that his fingers couldn’t find any article of clothing that you were naked; he just wasn’t expecting the strapless lingerie you wore, framing your body so nicely. His eyes raked over your body a mile a minute, trying to take in all of what was standing in front of him. “Do you like it?” You asked meekly and blushed as Jason nodded his head quickly, moving you both to the couch, sitting you in his lap.

His rough hands gripped the skin on your sides and you grimaced, knowing he’d probably hate the fat poking out beneath the top of the lingerie. However, Jason only nuzzled his face against your neck as a sign of assurance, his hands continuing to move all over your body. You couldn’t deny the feeling of arousal sweeping over you the more you were being felt up by him and you could already feel his cock hard beneath you.

When his hands cupped your breasts you let out a soft moan and Jason’s eyes locked with yours, realizing that you had been waiting patiently for him to take you. He could cum from the thought alone of you dressed up for him like this; only for his eyes to see and his hands to touch. “Jason please,” You whined, letting out a small gasp when his hand traveled down to your aching cunt, his eyes widening when he realized you were wearing a thong. He groaned as he moved the fabric to the side, exposing your bare pussy to him. There was something about the small piece of clothing that turned him on; he kept those on you for the rest of the night.

Bo Sinclair:

★ You could hear Bo torturing someone from across the street in the house you were in and by the sounds of pain coming from the female he had locked up, he was in a mood.

★ So you decided to cheer him up by sorting through your clothes and finding the nicest set of lingerie you had, slipping it on and preparing your trap. You called him on the phone as told him that there was something you had to show him immediately.

★ You watched him run across the street and you waited in the lounge chair by the window; you caught your reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room and you frowned, readjusting your position a few times and growing more and more self conscious by the second.

Before you had time to change your mind about your plan, Bo flew through the door, making you jump a bit in your spot before his eyes met your figure and he let out a low whistle. “I thought you might need a break,” You smiled sheepishly and he raised an eyebrow at your statement, making his way towards you. “I know it’s a little small, when I bought it I was-”

“Shut your mouth,” Bo snapped at your words, knowing very well what you were trying to say. Resting his hands on the arm rests of the chair, he leaned above you, pressing his forehead against yours, “You look beautiful. I don’t want to hear another self degrading comment come out of that pretty little mouth, do I make myself clear?” He titled his head slightly as he examined your flushed face as you blushed in embarrassment.

“Yes sir,” You replied and he hummed in approval, his eyes darkening as he pressed his lips to yours, his hands starting their journey in caressing your body. His lips moved along yours heatedly and you let out a gasp when his fingers dipped down between your legs; Bo let out a surprised sound and backed up, looking at your spread legs and smiling to himself at the sight before him.

“Crotch-less panties? Aren’t you a naughty little girl,” He grinned ear to ear when you blushed deeper, a loud moan coming from your throat as he dove in.

Vincent Sinclair:

★ You don’t expect to get such a rise out of him when you walk into the room wearing a beautiful set of lingerie, covered by a satin robe.

★ Vincent barely looks up from the book he’s reading, and when he does, you drop the robe and lean against the door frame. You grimace slightly when you feel your back crease, creating what some people call ‘rolls’.

★ Vincent slams the book shut before making his way over towards you with a heavy look of desire in his eyes.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask,” He teased, pressing an open mouth kiss against your neck as he pressed you against the wall. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you let out a small moan from the feeling, his loose strands of hair that had fallen from it’s messy man bun, tickling your arm.

“D-Do you like it?” You asked between moans as his hands cupped the swell of your ass, groping the flesh there like a cat kneading a blanket. You could feel his cock twitch against your stomach, his pants did nothing to hide it at this point. A shiver ran through you when he groaned against your neck, pulling back and resting his head against yours, looking you in the eyes.

“I love it, you look breathtaking,” He cooed, moving some hair from your face, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “I love you in everything, especially your birthday suit.” He grinned when you let out a small laugh from his statement. “Don’t let those negative thoughts ruin the moment; forget about all of them and just focus on us okay?” Vincent pressed another kiss to your lips, letting out a sigh of relief when you kissed him back in agreement.

Brahms Heelshire:

★ You fiddled nervously in the lingerie you had on, trying on different pieces to see what would look the best. You’d already been through half the drawer and you were sure Brahms would come looking for you if you didn’t hurry back soon.

★ Both of you had been working hard lately to keep the house in utmost perfection and you decided to make a nice dinner and spend quality time together as a break.

★ However, nothing looked appealing to you, especially not anything that didn’t cover your stomach or backside. Groaning in frustration, you bent down and rummaged through the drawer again, not noticing the man behind you.

Brahms watched you with eager eyes, taking in your beautiful form before him and slowly coming up behind you. “I don’t like this.” His voice grumbled from behind you and you nearly jumped out of your skin, feeling his fingers trace along the thong you were wearing. As if not bothered by it, Brahms looked through the drawer and picked out a nice pair of lace panties and held them out to you. “Put these on.”

You stared at him for a moment before obliging, slipping out of the thong and putting the lace underwear on. As soon as you did, Brahms hummed to himself in approval. “You look quite ravishing, my love.” He cooed, his hands tracing over your exposed skin and his eyes watching your face as you blushed. “Have I ever told you why I prefer women with more on them than those twig women out there?” His hands traced along the underside of your breasts.

“I don’t think you have,” You replied and he let out a noise of surprise before stepping closer to you so that there was barely and inch between your bodies and faces.

“The more there is, the more I can claim,” His eyes gleamed as they stared down at you, your body trembling with arousal as his fingers dipped into the lace panties he’d chosen for you, the pads of his digits finding your clit and rubbing it gently. “You like it when I leave marks on you, isn’t that right pretty girl?” He smirked and you nodded. “Good, because tonight I’m going to remind you why you are perfect just the way you are.”

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mvrtaiswriting · 4 years ago

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We were 18. - Jotaro Kujo.

Me?? Posting something about Jotaro?? How strange. This piece of work is also dedicated to two of my comfort characters, Kakyoin and Joseph. This artwork is really important to me, it really holds a special place in my heart so.. enjoy!

Neutral reader x Jotaro Kujo

Jojo’s bizzare adventures: Stardust Crusaders (spoilers)

SFW | fluff

Trigger warning: usual jojo violence, reference to grief, insomnia.

Word count: 1760.

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Since you returned from your tumultuous trip in Egypt, your life has never been the same. Once you came back to your hometown, not a moment passed by when you didn’t remember the terrible scenes you’ve witnessed during the fight with Dio. The memory of Kakyoin’s death was still so vivid in your mind and the more you tried to shake that thought out of your head, the more you kept reliving it – over and over again.

There were times when you swore you saw Kakyoin among a crowd of people; times when you could just hear his voice calling your name. Every time you closed your eyes Avdol, Kakyoin and Iggy were there. You barely slept anymore – most of the times you did so, you had nightmares about what happened in El Cairo. You lost count of how many nights you have spent crying in your bed, curled up in between your sheets in the silence of your lonely house. Living alone didn’t help; you were used to sneak into one of the crusaders’ room whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on or, simply, a place where you could feel safe. It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up squished between Kakyoin and Jotaro or trapped in one of Joseph bear-hugs. But now, you were thousands of kilometres away from the rest of the group, alone in your cold bedroom. There was no one to go to, and no one you could talk about how you felt. It was just you and your painful memories. No one would understand what you’ve been through – how could they? How could you ever explain how intense the 50 days you spent with the crusaders had been?

Another nightmare woke you up, as per usual. You gasped loudly as if you just started to breathe again after a long apnea and quickly sat down in the middle of your bed, holding onto your sheet. You started shaking as your chest moved up and down with rapid movements trying to catch your breath, tears streaming down your face. You were staring at the void in your pitch-dark room, trying to control your sobs and make yourself realise that you were back to reality. You stretched one of your arms to reach the lamp on your bedside table, curling yourself up while you slowly started to calm down. Wiping out the tears from your cheeks with your jumper’s sleeve, you finally dragged yourself out of bed and slowly went to the kitchen, making yourself some tea.

As you sat down to drink your hot beverage hoping it would bring you some comfort, you started to rehearse your dream - as if you could just replay it in your head as one would normally do with songs or movies. It wasn’t very different from any other dreams you had.

Kakyoin’s body was lying lifeless against the roof Dio had thrown him onto, his expression crippled by the excruciating pain he must have felt. An enormous wound had completely swept away part of his body, leaving a big opening in the middle of it. You were screaming at him at the top of your lungs, begging him to spare the last bit of energy he had left in his body. But the ending was the same every damn time; he would use his last breath to reveal to Joseph the secret of The world, Dio’s Stand, and launch his last attack with Emerald Splash. You woke up every time you tried to reach Kakyoin’s body. You were never able to say goodbye to him - not even in your dreams. The same thing happened with Avdol and Iggy too. You never got the chance to see them one last time, because you were busy fighting elsewhere.

You sighed loudly, stopping yourself from having another breakdown and sipping some tea from your cup. It was in that exact moment, that the phone rang. It was 3:00 AM where you lived, so you expected one of the boys to be on the other end of the telephone. You and the rest of the crusaders exchanged your numbers the last time you saw each other at the airport and had kept in contact ever since. To your surprise, the person you talked the most was Jotaro. You were about the same age and had created a strong bond during your trip, even if you would have never bet on it. Kakyoin used to always joke about your crush on Jotaro, always encouraging you to give it a shot. But things turned out to be too frenetic and dangerous to engage any sort of romantic relationship. Despite that, you would never miss a chance to sit next to each other or just spend most of the time together. The two of you even kissed at one point, but never talked about it again – not even during your strangely long phone calls.

Crawling your feet on the floor of your kitchen, you got up and finally answered the phone: “Hello?”

“Hey.” Jotaro’s deep voice replied. “How come you’re awake? It’s late where you are.” he added.

“You called. Is this a good excuse?” you said lightly laughing, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

When the sun rose, you were still talking to Jotaro. He asked you about your dream – he knew about your insomnia and your recurring nightmares and just wanted to be there for you. He wasn’t the best at comforting, and most of the time he never dared to say a word; but you knew it was a sensible topic for him too, and the fact that he would let you confide in him was more than enough.

“It’s a big deal for me too.” he said. You just hummed, allowing him to talk freely about what was going on inside his head – and heart. “Sometimes I can barely breathe. I just wish everything was over.” he cut short, clearing his throat immediately after finishing his sentence. Hearing those words from him just broke your heart; he always showed himself as a cold, calm and collected person and never allowed his emotions to have the best of him. He could often come off as an emotionless brute, but you knew it was all a façade that hid a more sensible and soft side of him. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, only broken by the sound of your breaths. “Don’t hang up.” you said ultimately, letting out a big sigh.

“I won’t. I’m here.” His voice replied, sounding velvet through the telephone.

The plane landed after what felt like an eternity, the flight from your country took countless hours to arrive in Japan. At the airport, a member of the Speedwagon foundation was waiting for you, Holly standing next to him. As soon as you got closer to them, Holly quickly fell into your arms, hugging you tightly. ‘I’m so glad you’re here!’ she squeaked, while cupping your cheeks in her hands and showering you with affection. You let out an embarrassed laugh, and after that warm welcome you finally reached the car. You seated in the backseat, tiredly resting your head against the window of your car’s door. You took a quick look at the clock and closed your eyes, trying to get some rest.

When you arrived, Holly gently woke you up. The car was parked in front of the Kujo’s residence, the place where it all started. A fast sequence of memories flashed in front of your eyes as you meticulously watched the house in front of you, remembering exactly how you felt when you arrived the first time, and how you felt when you left. Holly placed and hand on your shoulder and nodded, indicating to you Jotaro’s room. “He wasn’t in a great mood today, he hasn’t been in a while” she said hopelessly. “Just excuse him if he speaks to you rudely.” she added, feeling sorry for the harsh manners her son always displayed. You reassured her smiling, before walking to his room.

Once you stood in front of his door, your heart started beating so loud. A part of you was dying to see the boy you heart belonged to, the other was afraid to see him broken into pieces. But that was the reason why you went there in the first place. You didn’t want to leave him alone anymore. He needed a shoulder to cry on as much as you did – maybe more, if it was possible. You had to be there.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps came your way before the door opened, revealing Jotaro’s figure towering over you.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing he-“ he tried to ask, before getting interrupted by your hug; you almost pushed yourself against his body, making him take a step back to not lose balance. You wrapped your arms around his strong torso, breathing in his perfume and holding him as close as humanly possible to you. Being in his arms felt like being at home – a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. It wasn’t long before Jotaro reciprocated your hug, hiding his face into your hair and leaving a soft kiss on your head. He closed the door behind you and just held you in his embrace, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being reunited with you. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” he said, not even trying to let you go. You hinted a small laugh, rubbing his muscled back with your right hand. “I can imagine.”, you replied. He slowly distanced himself from you, placing his hands over your cheeks, staring at you with his eyes full of tears. He was scanning every inch of your face and figure, almost as if he wanted to convince himself that you were real, that you were there. He rested his forehead on yours, locking his gaze on yours, making it impossible to break eye contact. “I don’t want to lose you anymore” you whispered. “You saved my life so many times, in so many ways. I always thought it was the wrong time, I always ran away from my feelings but..” you continued, but before you could finish your sentence, he quickly put his lips on yours – shutting you up with a kiss. You could feel tears running on his face. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer to you, reciprocating the kiss.

“I have loved you since we were 18.” he whispered.

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thekisforkeats · 4 years ago

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Ooh jm + shy kiss for the prompts?

Ohhh good one! I had to think about this a little and actually wrote up a bunch that didn't quite work at first. But! Here it is!

Set somewhere in the first few minutes of 160, in those weeks between arriving at the safehouse and Hazel Rutter. Featuring autistic Martin trying to navigate social situations because that is evidently what I write now.

(Incidentally the term "weak ties" was coined by a Stanford researcher in 1973. Link to the relevant paper. Credit where due, and all.)

(No beta no edits we die like archive assistants.)

It takes Martin a week to convince Jon to come down into the village with him.

If he's being honest with himself--and he's trying very hard to be honest with himself these days, so he can identify any Lonely-type thoughts--he really just wants to show off his boyfriend to the nice lady at the little shop in the village where he's been picking up essentials.

Martin is a naturally friendly person, or maybe a naturally personable person. This was not always the case; he had to practice a great deal to memorize all the scripts to smooth social interactions that other people seem to navigate without thinking about it at all. It can be horribly exhausting, just going to the shops. It's one of the reasons the Lonely appealed to him; how much easier to just move through life without having to recite all those canned lines?

Now that he's out of its grip, he's come to realize how much those interactions matter. He's been reading a lot on the internet about depression and social interaction, about social circles, and one thing that caught his eye is the idea of "weak ties," those people we're not exactly friends with, but who we see on a regular basis and who help us feel connected to a larger community. People who don't really know us and yet know something about us that helps us feel seen. The bus driver who gives you a familiar nod every morning. the barista who's prepping your order as soon as he notices you in line, the shop lady who tries to keep your favorite tea in stock.

So Martin is trying to cultivate those relationships, to feel part of a wider community, rather than just relying on Jon. He thinks that maybe if he'd had more of that, before, if he'd tried harder to go through the world being seen, he might have handled Jon's coma and his mother's death in some kind of healthier manner.

Maybe not, of course, but he's going to use any tool he can to keep the Lonely at bay.

At any rate, even beyond being very good at social scripts, Martin does genuinely like people, he's a good listener, for an autistic guy he's practically a social butterfly. And Elspeth is a nice lady, maybe mid-40's, the kind of person who runs a shop because she actually likes interacting with a stream of customers on a regular basis. So she's just the sort of person for Martin to practice his "weak tie" skills.

Because, naturally, one of the key benefits of "weak ties" is that they are the sort of people you get to be public about your relationship with when none of your closer friends are around.

Yeah, no, all of the above is just flimsy justification, if Martin's being really honest with himself. He's just madly in love and wants literally everyone within a 500-mile radius to know.

That morning, Martin makes a big show of how badly he wants to spend time with Jon, no really, but he really does have to go down into the village.

"We're out of tea!"

"I don't think we have anything for dinner!"

"But I really want to keep listening to you talk about Scottish history!"

And so on.

Jon gives him a tolerantly amused look, and Martin flushes. Is he that transparent, or is Jon just that good at reading him?

"I suppose I can go into the village with you, Martin," he says, eyes glittering. "Since you're so terribly interested in the House of Stuart. I'd hate to leave you wondering what happened to James II."

Martin would feel guilty, but he can tell Jon is pleased to be "indulging" him, and it's not like Martin hasn't been listening to Jon infodump about whatever random facts Beholding's been given him all week.

They hold hands all the way down into the village, and it's nice, to walk through the place and be seen, together. It's comfortable. They'd held hands on walks before, long ago in London, before the Unknowing, but back then they hadn't been sure what they were, hadn't managed to broach the delicate barrier between "friends" and "something else." Now, they're "boyfriends," and Martin keeps finding himself wanting to go up to each person he sees on the street and shout, "This is my boyfriend, Jonathan Sims!!"

By the time they reach Elspeth's shop, he's feeling a little giddy.

He pushes open the door and the little bell rings, and Elspeth looks up from behind the counter and smiles. "Martin!" she says, and Martin's whole body warms in a very pleasant manner, that this woman he's only known a week remembers him. "Oh, and this must be the elusive Jon." She gives them one of those teasing smiles people give to new couples, glittering eyes and amusement at the silly things people do when they're in limerence.

"Yes," Martin says, and suddenly the words stick in his throat. "Yes, this is... is... umm..." Oh, why has he suddenly frozen like a deer in headlights? Why can't he remember the right words?

"Jonathan Sims," Jon says smoothly, stepping forward to offer the woman his hand. "And yes, I'm Martin's boyfriend."

It occurs to Martin, all at once, that neither of them have said that out loud to anyone else. No wonder he's frozen up.

Elspeth glances at the burn scars on Jon's hand only briefly, then smiles--and it's a genuine smile, not one of those pitying ones people sometimes put on when they see scars like that--and shakes said hand. "Pleased to meet you," she replies. "Elspeth Douglas." She has the Highland accent, but softened; she spent her 20's and 30's in London, she's said, and came back to take over the family store when her father fell ill. The similarity might be part of why Martin likes her--that and the fact that it seems that helping her sickened parent improved her life.

"Ahh, yes. The not-so-elusive Elspeth." Jon actually flashes a grin, which Martin finds remarkable. Since when is Jon... friendly? Well, maybe he's trying for Martin's sake. If so, Martin very much appreciates the effort.

The woman behind the counter laughs, and says, "How can I help you?"

"Oh," Martin manages, his brain catching up and letting his mouth work again, "we're just here for tea and things."

"Of course," Elspeth says. "I'll be here when you're ready."

They turn away, to go deeper into the aisles.

"She seems nice," Jon says almost absently. "Shame about her fa--" He pauses, and frowns. Shakes his head, looking irritated. "You didn't tell me about that," he grumbles.

"No, I didn't. But thank you for trying to keep it in," Martin says.

Jon sighs, lowering his voice. "It's becoming harder and harder to separate what I've learned on my own from what Beholding gives me. How much of my thoughts are mine anymore? Did I actually memorize all those facts about the House of Stuart, or am I getting the... mental Wikipedia page, as it were?"

"Seems like a thing you'd know," Martin comments offhandedly. He's focused on figuring out what kind of rice to buy. He wants to try his hand at sticky rice, which really should have calrose, but Jon likes jasmine rice. Do they get both?

He doesn't want to think about Beholding, and how much of it is Jon anymore. He prefers just thinking about it as something like a smartphone app Jon can use without having to actually have a phone in front of him. He does not want to think about how much of his boyfriend has been potentially consumed by some kind of eldritch thing that feeds on fear.

He really doesn't want to think about the idea that maybe soon, Jon won't even need rice anymore, and will just live off statements, no matter how much he jokes about his partner's "eating habits."

Jon has been talking as Martin's been staring at the rice, but Martin hasn't heard any of it. He's brought back to himself by a squeeze of Jon's hand in his.

"Hey," Jon says softly. "You okay?"

In Jon's voice, Martin hears all the concern that Martin himself has been feeling. He forces himself to look at Jon, and sees bright green eyes staring out of a deep brown face. He realizes he's gotten used to the color of Jon's eyes; before the coma, Jon's eyes were brown, like a deep carnelian, and so large and dark sometimes Martin thought he could fall right into them and be happy drowning there. Now they're green, bright and disarming, and Martin's pretty sure this is why Jon still wears glasses he no longer needs, to hide those strange eyes behind plastic lenses.

Those eyes are looking up at him intensely now, and Jon's brow is furrowed, and his mouth is pulled into a frown in a way that highlights one of the worm scars near his lip, and all of it is adorable, but it's also disconcerting for the contrast between the softness of his voice and the intensity of his expression.

Is Jon as afraid of losing Martin to Forsaken as Martin is of losing Jon to Beholding?

Martin frowns at him for a moment, then sighs. "I just..." He has to look away, back to the bags of rice. "I just... don't like thinking about that. Beholding, and... all of it. I just... I just wish..."

"You wish we could be normal." Jon's tone is still soft, and filled only with love and no sort of guilt or self-recrimination.

"Yeah," Martin says, still staring at the rice.

There's a hesitation, and then Jon says, softly and slowly, "You know... normal people deal with these sort of difficult things, too. There's so much out there that can hurt people... the things we deal with, they're weirder than most of the rest of it, but..."

"Yeah, I know, Jon, I just..." Martin hunches his shoulders. "Don't want to lose you again," he finally mumbles.

Jon hesitates a moment, and then he leans in to give Martin a soft kiss on the cheek.

Martin flushes bright red--Elspeth's right there!--and turns to stare at Jon. "W-what... what was... that for?!"

Jon, too, is blushing. "I just... ah... I just... wanted you to know that... that I'm... here. You haven't... lost me. Or anything."

"Oh," Martin says. "Well. Thank you."

There's a moment where they just look at each other, and then Jon blurts, "...Can I kiss you again? It's just, I haven't all morning, and I really sort of wanted to spend the morning cuddling, but you wanted to come down to the shops..."

"Here?!" Martin stares at him.

"We can go behind the shelves if you like," Jon says, blushing furiously.

For some reason, this makes Martin giggle, and then he leans down to brush his lips to Jon's. Softly, shyly, as if they haven't been kissing each other all week, because he really is terribly aware of the fact that there are other people around.

"Tell you what," Martin says as he pulls back, surprisingly breathless despite how short the contact of their lips was, "let's finish up the shopping and then we can cuddle all afternoon."

Jon smiles up at him. "Promise?" The smile widens. "You're not going to drag me around to introduce me to every villager individually?"

"I was not--!" Martin glares at him, but now Jon's smile has become one of those shit-eating grins he gets sometimes, and Martin can't stay mad at him at all.

"You knew," he accuses, but there's no heat in it.

"I had a hunch," Jon says, humming. "I didn't want to spoil your fun, though."

Martin rolls his eyes, and then reaches out to take Jon's hand again. "Well, then, we'd better get to it. Jasmine or calrose? Rice, I mean."

"Both, I think," Jon says. "I find myself very much desiring normality of late, and rice is a terribly normal sort of thing."

#wow this got long #thanks for the prompt i loved writing this!#the magnus archives #tma #jon sims #jonathan sims #jon the archivist #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #otp: one way or another together #my writing #my fanfic #writing #fanfic #prompt fill #season four

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peachsayshi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 10 - Intimate (2)

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: this chapter was a bit difficult for me to write and I think it's because it turned out to be sort of a filler chapter! Also, please excuse any errors - I am definitely posting this half asleep lol! but I am really excited to share the upcoming ones! I initially said that this was going to be 25 chapters but I outlined the rest of the story and there will be more! Hehe I do plan on doing the few extra one-shots in the end, so I hope you enjoy.

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“Tell me you’re mine…”

You blushed at the thought of Satoru’s words, painfully aware of the knot that tightened in the pit of your stomach which then tugged at your lungs, slowing your breath. You reached for the seasoning packets, ripping open the colored wrappers to prepare the ramen broth. You watched as tiny circles began to form from the bottom of the metal pot, bubbling it’s way to the surface. You could hear the shower still running from your bathroom, a bit relieved that Gojo was taking his time because you wanted to bask in the few precious minutes you had to yourself to try and quieten your racing thoughts.

You couldn’t focus on the task of preparing dinner because the word “mine” slipping from Gojo’s lips in a feverish claim was playing on a loop in your head. The way his tone darkened with urgency when he held his body close to yours sent goosebumps to run up your arms. You couldn’t figure out where the possessive streak came from or why he felt the need to assert his dominance over an act that should not have been as intimate as it felt. You folded your arms over your chest, subconsciously pinching your skin as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

There was a difference when you made your own personal comparisons in the safety of your mind versus Gojo bringing it up in the bedroom. Somehow admitting your confession to him made you feel vulnerable and his reaction didn’t make it any better, appearing to be competitive about the entire situation.

That doesn’t make any sense, why would he care? you wondered.

You never actually paid attention to how Gojo felt about your ex-boyfriend. For the most part he’s always been nice to him. Although the two of them weren’t the closest of friends, they seemed to get along whenever you all hung out together. You never would have anticipated that Gojo would be…

Jealous of him ?

That he would resent him?

Honestly, you didn’t even have an explanation for what it could possibly mean.

“ Pay attention…”

Gojo’s voice startled you, you didn’t even realise he was standing right behind you until you noticed him reach his arm forward to reduce the flame, stopping the water from bubbling over the pot.

“Whoops! Lost my train of thought for a second...” you lied, refusing to look in his direction in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch you blushing.

“That’s a safety hazard, you know?” he teased, still standing dangerously close behind you as he reached for the dry noodles himself and placed them into the pot. “You need sharp eyes when cooking otherwise you’ll end up having an unnecessary accident.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you as you circled to face him. Gojo had borrowed one of your black silk scarves, using it as a makeshift blindfold since his own was now tumbled between your bedsheets on the floor. You could smell your coconut and hibiscus body wash off him, the scent combining with the residual cologne on his clothes. An easy smile spread across that handsome face, his relaxed demeanor contrasting the state he was in when he first knocked on your door.

He’s your friend, you reminded yourself. What happens in the bedroom doesn’t mean anything…

It shouldn’t mean anything.

“Whatever you say, sensei ...” you chirped, burying your wayward thoughts. “Why don’t you grab those mats and I’ll bring these over to the table”

You assembled the two bowls, adding a little extra broth for Gojo because you knew he preferred it that way. Meanwhile, he had placed the two mats on the opposite side of the dining table, taking care not to disturb your work set up.

“Here you go,” you said, as you slid the bowl in front of him while he took his seat.

“Thank you!”

At first you both sat in silence, Gojo was responding to a few unanswered text messages but you were studying him with curious eyes, waiting for him to give you an explanation for his sudden visit.

“ Sooo, you want to tell me what that was all about?” you asked.

“That being?”

You waved your chopsticks in the direction of your bedroom, raising your brow before replying, “That being the sequence of events that just transpired…”

“ Stress relief ...” Gojo explained in between bites as he casually tucked his phone back into his pocket.

You thrummed your fingers against the warm bowl in your hands, fidgeting with the chopsticks in the other. “Well, I’m glad I could help you unwind, I guess...”

He flashed you a wicked grin, “Me too, because I need a repeat of the show...”

“I can’t look at you when you say that,” you remarked, focusing your attention onto the noodles and growing shy at his comment.

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little…”

“I don’t understand why, that was fucking hot ...”

Your face burned, the heat radiating all the way to the back of your neck from his words. You cleared your throat as you rolled your eyes at him, desperately trying to brush off his statement in a cool manner. You could feel the knot in your stomach, the thoughts you were having crept back into your mind as you tried to hush them away.

You decided to shift the conversation away from the bedroom and back to Gojo instead. If he wasn’t so flustered by his own emotions, you might have accepted his excuse of needing to relieve stress but you knew there was more to the story.

“Did something happen at work?” you questioned.

Gojo chuckled to himself, “It’s funny how you won’t even acknowledge my compliment... ”

“Are you really going to make me pry a proper answer out of you?” you huffed, and he could hear your annoyance in your tone.

Gojo wished that he didn’t have to get into this particular part of the conversation with you, knowing full well how it was going to bring down the mood.

“No, nothing happened at work,” he said with a sigh, “I was with Rina. She asked me to stop by her shop…”

You knitted your brows in confusion, “That’s kind of random.”

Gojo nodded his head, “I thought so too. She initially told me that she wanted to get my opinion on some new items she was dropping for her menu. Turns out I was only there because she wanted to know how long you and I have been sleeping together for…”

You choked at his statement, his nonchalant words nearly going over your head.

Gojo kept eating, unphased by your reaction. “Need some water?”

“Y-yes…no, ugh, nevermind …she asked you how …”

“ How long you and I have been fucking… ” Gojo replied, flicking his index finger back between you both to fully clarify his statement.

The knot in your stomach cinched, a wave of nausea swirling in your gut as you placed your chopsticks down.

“How... how did she even find out? ” you whispered to yourself as you slumped against the back of your chair.

“She saw us at the park.”

“ Oh .”

You and Rina have both had your fair share of arguments before but sometimes when her emotions got the better of her, Rina’s outbursts often came with her sharp tongue. Over the years you had to explain to her that her words carried more weight than she thought, and in turn she became more conscious around you. However it suddenly dawned on you that Gojo might have been on the receiving end of Rina’s unfiltered anger.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning with frustration. “What did she say?”

“ Hmm ?”

“What did Rina say to you?”

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “don’t worry about what she said to me. I know she didn’t mean anything by it...”

“But you were upset when you got here…”

“Let’s clarify something, Rina was upset because she was hurt. I was just annoyed by the situation. There’s a difference...”

You wished he would take your conversation a little more seriously and not brush it off with such ease but sighed knowing full well that Gojo wasn’t going to tell you what exactly happened which meant that Rina must have said something deliberately hurtful towards him.

“ I’m sorry… ”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You picked up your utensils, “For dragging you into this unnecessary drama I started. I should have just told Rina what was going on between us…”

Gojo paused after slurping a noodle, “well, why didn’t you tell her?”

“She’s been overprotective recently… ” you explained, not wanting to get into the details that the reason was purely based on your break up and how terrible you have been about getting over it. “I knew that if I told her about our arrangement she would analyze me to death over it and I didn’t want to deal with that…”

“Fair point,” Gojo acknowledged with a hum.

His short responses unsettled you, and you found yourself overcompensating to make up for it. “I’ll talk to her and smooth things over and I’ll make sure she apologizes for whatever it is that she said to you. She shouldn’t take her frustration out on you just because she was upset with me...”

Gojo nodded his head but you could clearly sense that he was not in the mood for any serious conversations right now. Taking himself out of this particular topic, Gojo quickly changed the subject after you made your last statement.

He kept the rest of the chat lighthearted, distracting your worries by telling you little anecdotes he had about his co-worker, Nanami. You suddenly found yourself giggling when Gojo revealed that he practically stalked Nanami for an entire day just so he could force the man to hang out him.

“I feel bad for the poor guy, you completely terrorize him,” you stated, clearing the table once you were both done eating.

You made your way over back to your kitchen where you rinsed off the bowls before placing it in the dishwasher. “You’re free to hang out if you want,” you offered, noticing Gojo get himself together as he was preparing to leave.

“I think I distracted you enough for tonight,” he replied.

You walked him to the door, following in line with his long strides. Just as he was about to reach the handle of your front door, he stopped before turning to face you.

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation about what is going on between us,” he stated, his voice low and serious.

You blinked a couple of times in surprise before parting your lips to respond, “I know I don't owe anyone an explanation but I know what Rina’s feeling and the only way I can see myself fixing this problem is by telling her everything. We never keep secrets from each other and I would probably be equally as hurt if she chose to hide something from me too... ”

Gojo pressed his lips together, navigating the words floating in his mind before reaching his hand out to touch your fingers.

“I get it but I just…”

“ Just ?...”

He exhaled, “I don’t want you overthinking anything between us, okay?”

“Don’t worry, even though we are terrible at sticking to our own rules, I am fully aware of where we both stand…”

You notice the relief wash over Gojo’s face as he slips his fingers away from your touch, “Good, because I like what we are doing.”

“I-I like it too…” you replied almost instantly, your heart racing at your own admittance.

The sorcerer left you a bundle of nerves when he said his goodbye. The knot in your stomach made its presence known, twining itself around your insides as you couldn’t escape this foreign emotion that seemed to have infiltrated your body.

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CHAPTER 11 - FRIENDS

#Gojo Satoru x reader #Gojo x reader #Gojo Satoru x ofc #Gojo x ofc #Gojo Satoru x female reader #Gojo x female reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x rader #jjk x ofc #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fan fiction #Gojo Satoru #Gojo

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anomallysm-writing · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Jealous Jonathan x Male reader? Like all he wanted was his boyfriend to come over to meet his family and in true Dio fashion, he tries to ruin Jonathan's relationship w reader!

Whether it be in fic or headcanon form is up to you dude, I'm excited to see your future content! :)

Thank you so much for your confidence in me! I love Jonathan, and I love male reader scenarios, so I’m excited you’ve requested this. I sort of assumed you meant younger Jonathan, so that’s when this takes place.

jealous! Jonathan Joestar x male! Reader

Fun Day

3rd person

“Jonathan, you have befriended another boy?” Jonathan’s father asks him with a sincere tone. He replies gingerly, “Yes, Father. You are not upset with me, are you?”. He sighs and answers, “No, my son, why would I be? Every boy needs a boy friend of his own, to play ball and run around,”. These words calm the boy substantially. “Thank you, Father.” he says to him in joy, confusing the man slightly.

However, his adoptive brother, Dio, is listening in. He smirks to himself, and thinks about how to teach this brat a lesson. Another way to bring his brother happiness? Another way to lower his spirits. Mr. Joestar smiles at his son and asks, “Well, how about you bring this boy to the manor so that I may meet him?”. Dio’s smirk grows into a grin at this, ‘They are making it too easy! I will just get the boy all jealous!’. Jonathan’s smile grows greater, “Oh, Father, I would love for you to meet him! May I ask if he is able to visit tomorrow?”. Mr. Joestar agrees on this time, but reminds Jonathan that it would be best to ask sooner rather than later, as it is growing dark.

“I have no other way to occupy my day tomorrow, I would love to visit your estate, JoJo!” Y/n tells his friend gleefully. Jonathan replies, “Hooray! My father would like to meet you tomorrow.” “I would like to meet him, too,” Y/n begins, “but that must be tomorrow, and you must head back today! The sun has almost set. How about we meet at noon?”. He confirms and says his goodbyes before heading home for the night.

Courtesy of one of the servants, Jonathan sets at the designated time. Letting his father know where he is off to, he starts the walk to his friend’s house to escort them back to his, and then spend the day with his family. Upon retrieving Y/n, they casually chat, and then head back together. However, they aren’t alone. Dio watches carefully, getting to know Y/n from behind the scenes. Once they are at the house, he sneaks back inside to greet the “new friend”.

Laughing at a comment that Y/n made, Jonathan doesn’t notice his brother before his friend does. “Oh, hello there! What is your name?”. Jonathan’s heart stops for a moment as he realizes this day might not go as smoothly as intended. Bowing to the newcomer, Dio introduces himself, causing Jonathan some unease, but this goes unnoticed by the boy immersed in the blonde’s presence. The blue-haired boy asks to simply enter the mansion to show his friend around, when really, he just doesn’t to be Dio’s company.

“I presume this young man to be the one you have told me of, Jonathan? What is your name?” Mr. Joestar asks the two boys. His son simply nods in response. With the most politeness Y/n can manage, he introduces himself to his friend’s father. The man seems pleased, so he feels more welcome. Dio approaches from behind, causing his brother’s nerves to induce immediately. ‘What tricks are you up to now, you fool?’ he thinks to himself. “My dear brother, may I show your friend around with you? I know what it is like better than anyone, wandering about this place with no idea of where I may be at any time.” Dio begins to ask, but before an answer is provided, he turns to Y/n and says, “You know, I am not his brother by blood. I was brought here through adoption. This kind man I now call Father was willing to take me in after my own passed away.”. The newer boy stares deep into the other’s ruby red eyes with interest at the powerful history they hold.

Mr. Joestar clears his throat and states, “That is indeed the truth. Now, it is lunchtime. You have not eaten yet, Y/n? You may eat here with us. I will get the servants to prepare a meal for all of us,”. Breaking his gaze with the cunning boy, he turns to the man and concurs. Jonathan lets out a sigh and offers to take a walk with the fellow before him.

At the meal later, a casual conversation occurs. Jonathan is finally off edge, as Dio has not pulled anything tremendous thus far. He is, however, trying his very best to eat in a civil manner. More than usual, that is. Much to his dismay, Y/n has noticed it, but chooses to ignore it to be polite. And yet, his eye simply must be caught by the way Dio holds himself. Fueled by honor, confidence, and independence. His mysterious yet hypnotic demeanor which had secured a firm grasp upon the attentions of many. But Jonathan had not noted the way his good pal couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of his brother, being too busy trying his darnedest not too look a fool in front of the one and only peer of his who had captured his heart so sweetly. Quite sad, in all honesty. He had only taken notice at around the final gulp of food he took. It didn’t take long for him to be on edge again after that. In fact, he felt very discouraged, and almost was not able to finish what little he had left on his plate.

“Hey, Y/n?” He begins after everyone has finished, and the dishes had been dealt with.“Yes JoJo?” “What do you think of Dio?”. The question sent a wave of shock through Y/n. Why would he ask that? The h/c boy turns to face his friend and says calmly, “I respect him. He is interesting. But not very suitable for friendship, really.”. Jonathan did not know how to feel about that. He doesn’t want to be friends with him? But he respects him? Interesting? It did little to soothe his nerves. Y/n notices that his friend appear lost in thought. With a sigh, he tells him, “JoJo, we have been friends for a while. We know each other well, better than most do, no? Ah, you see…” Jonathan looks into his eyes, and then he clears his throat and continues, “you might hate me for this. But I think you hating me is better than you thinking I like your brother more than I like you.”. All of the sudden, the blue-haired boy’s nerves were forgotten about entirely. He couldn’t help but be confused, and yet, hope shined through him. He may not be alone. “You see, JoJo, I love you. More than fellows. And not in the brother way. I want you to be my husband someday. Although I have never seen a couple consisting of two husbands, perhaps we could be the first I have seen?”. Jonathan’s blue eyes lit up with a flame greater than ever before. He was over the moon! He attempted to keep calm, but couldn’t help a wide and toothy grin, as he replied, “I would love that more than anything, my dear friend.”.

On the walk home that evening, when the boys were sure that nobody was watching, they slipped their hands together into one, each being elated enough to tear up slightly. They shared that tender moment together in peace and seclusion, safe in the company of no one but each other. And this time, Dio had not thought to tag along. He was positive that he had absolutely enamored the new kid, beyond the wits of his brother. How wrong he was! In the end, it was Jonathan who enamored him. Or was it Jonathan who was enamored? It matters not, all that is important is that these two boys are now happy together, and ready to face the challenges of the future right by the other’s side. The leaves fall as they chat about the beautiful aspects of life, but to them, the most beautiful aspect of all was their solidarity.

The end

I’m sorry if that was really cheesy, obvious, or redundant. Or really anything of the like, really. Please give feedback if you have any. If my memory serves me correctly, this is the first fan fiction I have ever written, so it’s probably terrible, I don’t know for sure.

#jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #fan fiction

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itstimetotheorize · 4 years ago

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The Signal Towers forever unfinished meal, a sudden loss in control

We have always theorized that the tower eats the souls of the viewers until they are left as nothing more than empty husks who are ready to take their own lives. The viewers... are forever meant to be lost within the tvs perfect false world, until they are fated to pay the ultimate price for their viewership, the price being of course... their bodies and souls!

Fans have always suspected that the bodies of the viewers were sucked through the tvs in order to be added to the giant flesh mass within the tower, However, later on, many of us began to speculate that the viewers might have only been added to the body of a much larger creature and that the giant eyes seen near the end of the game were never part of the various viewers within the pale city, these giant eyes...could very well have been an entity of their own!

If this mass of flesh and eyes was the true culprit behind the destruction of the pale city then perhaps despite its many victims, the thin man was the one exception to its hunger. Due to its reliance on the thin mans powers, many of us had assumed that the eye chose to keep him locked away deep within its many layers of walls, halls, stairs and rooms in an effort to corrupt his mind and force him to do its terrible bidding .

And yet something doesn't make sense...of all the enemies that were seen throughout the game, the thin man was the only one shown with a thin and frail body. The hunter, the teacher, the doctor and the viewers were all quite fat when compared to the thin man, but why? Everyone within the city was fated to be fattened and distorted until the time came for them to be consumed by the tower, so why was the thin man the only one who was so... thin?!....unless....his fate was not much different than theirs.....but still different in its own way...

Where am I gong with this?... well, when we see thin man, he is noted to spend the majority of his life sitting in a tiny room somewhere deep within the tower.

As thin man ages over time, several of us began to notice something odd, something that was so obvious to begin with that we didn't even bother to question it at the time....The tiny room that held the thin man prisoner... may not have been just a room!...but else could it have been?

well, before monos power was used to restore the eye entity to its original tower form, the area he was trapped in was technically still nothing more that a part of its body!.

Considering that mono fell deep within the depths of towers flesh, this room could very well have been symbolized to not only be monos life long prison...but a space that would forever remain empty...a space that could never be filled by just anyone. If we think of the tower as a body with its own organs in the form of different rooms, then what if the tiny room we saw mono imprisoned in...was symbolized to be the Towers own stomach!.

Many of us had originally theorized that perhaps the thin mans energy and soul were no exception to the eye entities wrath. If this is true then this would mean that unlike the rest of the viewers who were forced to wait until their time came to be fully consumed by the eye, the thin man was forever doomed to be slowly eaten away by the tower as his power was used to send out its transmission to the rest of the world!. If the room is truly the towers stomach then this would mean that with each passing year, the tower slowly ate away a little more of the thin mans body and soul, until eventfully, he became nothing more than the thin, frail old man that we saw him as in the game. The thin man...may have been truly trapped within “the belly of the beast” this entire time!

However, unlike the rest of its victims, its possible that the eye restrained itself from adding the thin man to its fleshy body, why exactly would it do that? because it needs the thin man to continue living of course!. It is the thin mans power that allows it to spread its hypnotic spell throughout the tvs of the world

So then, what if unlike the rest of its victims, the eye looked upon the thin man not as a dish that should be eaten whole, but rather as a meal that should never be finished! After all, If it is to continue in its never ending desire to feast upon the world, then it needs the thin man to exist and allow its vicious cycle of consumption to continue. Rather than leave the thin man to the same fate as the other residents of the world, the eye could very well have chosen to throw a piece of him up, out of its stomach and back out into the world in order to feast upon his newly born flesh and soul over and over again, that newly born form being of course...MONO.... and as he continues to relive a new life outside the tower, the one piece of his “remains” continues to suffer within the tower itself.

Yes, it truly seems as though nothing can stop this horrific force of flesh and eyes, the world is forever there to be consumed by it, through the use of others.... nothing can ever hope to stand in its way, it is in control …or is it?....

On April 1, 2021, the twitter page became increasingly active , however, it was not acting like its normal hauntingly scary self as it presented a “new game”

Naturally this was supposed to be an April fools joke to the public. However, despite this, many fans began to question why the twitter needed to act as someone else... just to present a joke? it could have very easily done this with out changing its tone.

As the day went on and as we continued to view a variety of goofy replies, something bizarre occurred, once April fools day came to a close.

The original twitter page was coming back!... but something felt off... rather than take back the twitter page to its original form, it was almost as if it was struggling to take back the account from some foreign entity. For those that do not have a twitter page or have gone through every single comment on the account, you should know that many of us have come to realize that the holder of the account could very well have been the flesh void within the tower, in other words, the twitter page was a representation of the eye entity itself communicating with the public!

As April fools ended, the original twitter page took back control of the account...albeit in an a horrifying manner.

Naturally, the strangeness didn't end just then and there, of all the things to say to the public to explain the sudden and bizarre change in the twitter accounts activity, the original twitter page simply stated that a “rogue signal” interfered with its communication.

Despite the fans delight in welcoming back the original twitter and being done with April fools, the twitter decided to instead continue with the recipe contest in an effort to select a winner. As the contest ended the twitter revealed to everyone that it had taken everyones joke recipes and had tried them out for itself. In an ironic turn of events, the twitters favorite dish was revealed to be a mono’s soup!...what's most peculiar about its choice of dish was how it commented that this soup was “Nearly as good as eating the real mono”!

If the twitter page is a representation of the eye entity within the tower and if the tower is truly feasting upon the viewers of the world... then does this mean that the thin man is also just another part of its meal?...maybe..... And I know what you are thinking, “this was just an April fools joke, just something to make fun at”...but what if it wasn't?...ever since the release of little nightmares 2, the twitter page began to hint at certain details of the game in the form of cryptic messages.

The twitter page has even stated to us, on multiple occasions, that it lives to make us suffer, it is the one who is in control and we are nothing more than soon to be residents of its world that will be infected with escapism,

There is no way of escape....and yet... how was it that a “rogue signal” was capable of interfering with its control? unless....something BIG interfered!?.... but who or rather what could have possibly been powerful enough to resist or even fight against the eyes control? Of all the times to present such a struggle for control, why chose now?.... unless....has their been a shift in power within the little nightmares world?... If so, then what the heck is it, or rather, what caused it!? We may not know what it was right now, but something lead the eye entity to lose its grip on the false reality it had maintained for thousands of years......was it mono?... or is it something that has just entered the range of the pale city?..... I guess we will just have to wait and see...for now that’s just a theory, a little nightmares II theory!

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