#Oh oh oh and the locket is a clock!

[completeoveranalysis]

[4]

Oh here we goooooo! Here’s the xxxHolic equivalent of Tsubasa's explanation moment! Where Tsubasa had a huge dramatic arc where we saw it all happen, here Yuuko just privately explains to the xxxHolic audience where Watanuki came from, just in case they haven’t been reading Tsubasa as well. And boy, what a lore to drop without any further context. 

The little black Butterfly box is… I think, off the top of my head, Watanuki’s memories? That he paid to Yuuko for a mystery wish we haven’t had explained to us just yet? I don’t think we’ve actually seen inside it yet, so it's wonderful to see the item itself - a little pocket watch detailed with two tiny birds. 

And how lovely that is! Two birds for the two twin Syaorans - they share the surface of the locket as they were both born from the same existence, and its vaguely shaped in a way that almost resembles the yin yang symbol (which is the shape of Lava Lamp’s soul). Except here they face each other, beaks touching in the middle with wings stretched out to either side, as if both are trying to protect the other which is what they have both done, several times. 

I love it I love it I love it

[cherimoyatea]

𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖… – A sequel to Tipsy

Pairing: Rafayel x You Synopsis: Sequel to Rafayel's Tender Moments, Tipsy. You miss him like crazy and send him a song that reminds you of him while being away for two months. Tags: Fluff, Romance, Long-Distance Relationship, Music related theme, Confessing. A little teasing from Rafayel’s end (no smut or anything). Oh, and I made a little reference to his 5 Stars Card Floral Promise if you notice. Word Count: 2677K Side Notes: So, I had this little fic in my head after listening to Can't Stop Loving You by Artemas shortly after Tipsy was released, and decided to write it down eventually. I recommend listening to the song to enhance the experience, but it's okay if you don't. Or maybe you enjoy the song and don’t like the story; that’s also fine. 🩷 Also: While I’m not new to writing, I don’t consider myself as professional as other writers. I appreciate constructive criticism as much as kind words, if you have any! 💕 Okay, here we go~

It's been six weeks since Rafayel saw you off at the airport and you boarded the plane that took you away from him. Six weeks since you saw his cheeky grin or his endearing pout in person. Six weeks since you sank into his arms or breathed in his familiar scent. And only two weeks left until your time at the training camp is finally over.

Yes, you were allowed to use your phone on weekends, and you counted down the days until Friday would finally turn into Saturday again so you could spend hours talking to him. But it wasn't the same, was it? It only made you miss him more...

You sigh deeply as you lie in the bed of your shared room. It's late, past midnight and it started raining a couple of hours ago. Your roommate, another Hunter, is fast asleep while you toss and turn in your sheets, unable to find sleep. Though you were used to being apart sometimes due to your irregular missions and Rafayel's busy schedule, this was the first time you hadn't seen each other for almost two months. It was harder than you had expected, and you only survived the intense training and nerve-wracking tasks during the week because you knew you'd be able to communicate with him soon. Lost in thought, you subconsciously grip the necklace around your neck, feeling the weight of the locket he gifted you on your last evening before your trip. Recalling how sad and lonely he looked, almost pleading for you not to forget him, makes your heart ache even more.

Rafayel did his best to support you from afar, by holding back his desire for you to return to him and showering you with encouraging words instead. His lingering gaze would always betray him whenever he looked at you through the phone, playfully responding in his usual cheeky way as you talked about the tough training, strict rules, and how sore your body felt. He looked at you with a sense of loneliness that tore at your heart in ways you never thought was possible. While his lips curled into a bright smile, pretending he was busy with his artwork, he was probably running a countdown on his phone, counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until you were back.

Only the constant ticking of the clock on your wall reminds you of how much time has passed since you lay down and started listening to the faint droplets tapping on your windows. You still have a few hours left until Monday morning, so you grab your wireless headphones from the nightstand and connect them to your phone. Opening the music app, you hope it will help distract you from your aching...

🎶 And the sirens sang out the sweetest lullaby It's the best I've slept in a hundred thousand nights I couldn't help myself I was hoping you would love me one more time... 🎶

...but as the soft strokes of the piano resound in your ears, you feel your heart sink further, unable to stop your thoughts from drifting to the purple-haired man you love. Every line of the song you're hearing reminds you of him and how much you long for him. Was he still awake? Maybe you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep. Without a second thought, you tap the share button on your screen and send the song to your beloved.

🎶 I'm perfectly sane, I'm fine Do you think I've lost my mind? You shouldn't be surprised Swear that I just really miss you I'd go to hell just to kiss you And I've got a couple of issues... 🎶

Your eyes grow heavier as you look at the picture of Rafayel on your nightstand, with your phone being the only source of light in your otherwise pitch-black room. It's one of the pictures you brought with you–the ones that Rafayel accidentally found and teased you about the day before you left for the training camp. You would usually hide them inside the drawer of your nightstand after your roommate caught a glimpse and almost spat out her tongue in surprise. But tonight, you decided to leave his framed picture out to find little comfort in those sunset eyes.

"Wait! Your boyfriend is Rafayel?! The renowned artist, Rafayel?? No way!!"

You chuckle quietly as you remember your roommate's wide eyes and open mouth when you asked her to keep it confidential, nodding at you excitedly. While you feel proud to be his girlfriend, causing a fuss at your training camp is the last thing you want.

''...only two weeks left... hold on, MC.''

Another sigh escapes your lips in an attempt to embolden yourself. You grab Rafayel's photo from your nightstand and give the framed version of your beloved a gentle kiss before pressing it against your chest, feeling your heart flutter at the mere thought of reuniting with him in just a few weeks. Soon, your heavy eyelids eventually close, and you drift off with the frame pressed against you, succumbing to a short, yet deep sleep.

Another week passes while your daily routine in the camp is dominated by lectures, training sessions, and intensive sports units. Like every Monday morning, you and the other hunters have to hand over your phones to your supervisors to avoid distractions and stay focused on the tasks ahead. So when you finally get your phone back on this Saturday noon, you can't wait to talk to your beloved and see his beautiful smile again.

After taking a shower, you are dressed neat as a pin, prepared for a long video chat as you tap on his name in your contact list, your heart beating in anticipation.

No answer.

''Huh?'' You frown and take a quick look at your watch. It's exactly 2 p.m., the time you both agreed on for your chatting dates. He usually picks up after the first ring and greets you with his cheerful smile, but this time is different.

You try again, but the line seems busy, and after a while, your call goes directly to his Voicemail, only adding to your confusion. The rest of the day is clouded with restless thoughts while you try to call him over and over. Your mood switches from worry to frustration, then back to sadness and irritation as you consider all the possible reasons why he stood you up.

The other hunters left hours ago to spend their free day in the town center while you declined the offer to join them and stayed back to talk to your boyfriend. But now, you bury your sulking face in your pillow and feel like crying as your phone remains silent. His phone was dead–no messages, no emails, nothing.

Hours have passed, and you're still lying on your stomach with your phone next to your pillow. As you hear your roommate enter the room after her trip to the city center, you reluctantly turn onto your back, forcing a smile to hide the disappointment you feel.

''You missed something! There was a little fair today with all kinds of snacks and street food!''

You listen patiently as your roommate excitedly describes the food stalls she and the other hunters visited, but in reality, you just want to sulk in peace.

''Oh! You wouldn't believe it! I saw someone today who resembled your boyfriend!''

You perk up your ears and look at your roommate with a surprised expression, lifting your upper body onto your elbows slightly. Rafayel? She must be mistaken.

''You're seeing ghosts; there's no way he could be here.'' You say, shaking your head with a slightly irritated smile as you shift your gaze back to the ceiling with a deep sigh. He probably just fell asleep after pulling another all-nighter and forgot to charge his phone.

''Yeah, I guess so. Because when I approached him and asked for an autograph, he drew an ugly pot on the back of my hand instead!'' Your roommate pouts as she lifts her hand, showing you the drawing. ''I mean, if he really were your artist boyfriend, he could've done better than a hideous doodle, right?''

''A pot?'' Your eyes widen as you recognize the drawing on your roommate’s hand. You jump up from your bed and grab her wrist, taking in the fine strokes you know so well. The resemblance is uncanny…

''This… this is not a pot! It's a fish head!''

You grab her shoulders, shaking your roommate desperately as your cheeks flush. Could it be? Was he really here? ''Where did you meet him? Around what time? Please, I need to know!''

After a brief description from your puzzled roommate, you storm out, rushing through the hallway of the dorm. Your heart races as you leave the camp, desperately trying to find your beloved. It's already getting dark outside and you wrap your long cardigan tighter around your body. Although the days are summery and warm, the evening chill sets in, signaling the change of the seasons. You just pass through the huge gates of the camp when you suddenly feel someone grab your shoulder from behind. You flinch at the unexpected approach and turn around to stare into a pair of familiar pink-blue eyes–the ones you've been longing to see.

''Gotcha!'' Rafayel grins at you, his bright smile wide as he takes in your surprised expression. He is holding a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers with the wrapping paper slightly crinkled.

''Rafayel!? It’s you! It’s really you!'' Your heart skips a beat as you look at him, your eyes wide, hoping they aren't just playing tricks on you. After all the yearning, he's really standing in front of you, his lilac bangs swaying gently in the evening breeze as the last rays of light quietly disappear behind the horizon. ''What… what are you doing here? Why are you here?''

''Why am I here? For you, dummy!'' He pokes your cheek, still amused by your baffled expression, trying to play it cool while his own heart bursts with joy at seeing you again. He hands you the bouquet with an apologetic smile as he notices the crinkled wrapping paper. You feel his sweaty palms brush against yours and can't help but wonder if he's a bit nervous. As if reading your thoughts, he clears his throat and quickly pulls his hands away.

''I heard the song you texted me last Sunday, and while I couldn’t ask you directly, I spent the whole week analyzing the lyrics.... and then eventually came here to ask you personally.''

You feel flustered as you recall sending him the song, not expecting it would lead to such a big gesture. Quickly, you change the subject. ''What about the fish head you drew on my colleague's hand? What was that for? You stood me up on our date earlier, and your phone was off! You could have at least texted me!''

Rafayel's bright smile fades into a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck, lowering his head slightly. ''Yeah, my bad. I was thinking about a surprise visit, but everything went wrong. I spent the whole day arguing with your authorities and making calls, but they're super strict and don't allow anyone inside their camp. So, I had to find a way to make you come to me instead... without ruining the surprise, you know?''

He rubs his chin thoughtfully, eyes drifting to the side as he recalls the day's events. ''Then my phone died, and I overheard a group talking about the tough training while I was in town, buying a power bank. I was about to approach them when a girl tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was your boyfriend. That's when I knew she must be the roommate you mentioned. But I didn't want to draw attention, so I doodled the same pot ehm-I mean fish head that you once drew on my hand. I knew you'd recognize it and come out to look for me!''

As you listen to him, your eyes widen in disbelief. All this trouble–just because of a song you sent in a moment of emotion?

''Okay, but Raf... you could have simply asked me on the phone why I sent you the song. It's actually pretty straightforward. The lyrics are about missing someone, and...''

Your words get caught in your throat, heat rising in your cheeks. Shifting your gaze away, you nervously fiddle with your sleeve, trying to come up with something that would feel less embarrassing to confess.

''…and? And what, cutie?'' Rafayel raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes, his smile softening. It's clear you're struggling to finish your sentence with your cheeks turning pink as you avoid his gaze.

''Let me help you. After analysing the lyrics and playing the song on a loop for hours, I concluded that someone must be madly in love to send a song like this during the early morning hours. After all, that’s what the title says… 'Can't Stop Loving You', isn't it?''

He leans in and gives you a soft peck on your warm cheek, catching you completely off guard. ''Now that we've solved this mystery, there’s something else I need to know…''

Your heart nearly skips a beat as you look up at him, still flustered, lips slightly parted. He's so close, that you can feel his breath on your flushed face, stirring something deep inside you. You gulp and nod, waiting patiently for the words to form on his pretty lips.

Rafayel's lips are inches away from yours, and his beautiful eyes darken as he whispers, making your knees go weak. ''Tell me… do you really memorise every freckle on my back?''

Another lyric reference. Great.

With an amused chuckle, he suddenly pulls away and winks at you, a smug grin on his face. You groan and roll your eyes, trying to hit his chest playfully, only for him to catch your wrist midair.

''You! Stop teasing me!!'' You pout, feeling a little disappointed that he fooled you and ruined the romantic atmosphere. But you can't help but chuckle along with him. He always knew how to brighten your mood and keep you on your toes, and you adore that carefree side of him. But as the hand holding your wrist loosens it's grip, your smile falters when you notice the watch on your wrist–it's almost 9 p.m. You need to be back before 10 p.m. to avoid getting into trouble for breaking camp rules.

''You didn't need to fly all the way to me, Rafayel... I'm so happy to see you, but… I need to go back in a while. You troubled yourself for nothing…'' You lower your gaze, a sad smile on your lips as you feel his slender fingers grip your chin, gently lifting your head to meet his gaze.

''What else am I supposed to do when I want to see you? It's not like I can cast your name like a spell and have you magically appear before me, huh?'' he says, as his expression softens. Rafayel locks eyes with you, cupping your cheeks in his freezing hands. While you can feel his thumbs caressing your skin, you almost tear up from the rush of love swelling in your heart as you realise how long he must have been waiting for you outside for his hands to be this cold.

He leans in, resting his forehead gently against yours, whispering softly as his hands find yours, holding them firmly. ''I heard you calling out for me and I followed... simple as that. And I would do it again, even if it means seeing you for only a moment…''

Your grip on the bouquet tightens as you look up at him, emotions flooding over you. A warm smile spreads across your lips as you finally find your voice again, your words faintly whispered.

''We still have one hour left... let's go somewhere warm, shall we?''

Thank you for reading!

Cheri 🍒

[lotusunique]

The engagement pt.2

Armando Aretas x Black Fem!Reader

In which the Reader has to attend Kelly and Dorns engagement party where an ex lover will be attending

You look up at the clock it was damn near 6:30 and you still weren’t fully prepared. Maybe it was the anxiety getting to you. On top of that you didn’t actually tell Kelly that Armando was your plus one. It wouldn’t really matter to her , you did all work together anyhow.

You vacuum and straighten up your living room, making sure not a single thing is out of place. Your personal house rule was whenever you leave for a period of time the house had to be neat so that future you wouldn’t have to clean up.

“Okay what else to do , what else to do”, you think aloud scanning your apartment. You spot your packed duffel bag in the corner beside your plant. “Hair! What the fuck”,you realize what’s missing.

You run to your bathroom and gather your products. This curl routine was not gon be easy to do within twenty minutes.

-25 minutes later-

“Okay curls poppin’!”,you say admiring how well your curly hair looks. “Let’s just hope this Miami heat gives me a few hours before the shrinkage sets in.

You quickly go to grab your outfit off your freshly made bed. Everyone knows you don’t wear your outfit while you do your hair. You smooth out the creases of the bodycon dress, eyeing how it accentuates your body.

You hear a loud knock on the door, “Shit!”, you say. “So Drug Dealers are fuckin punctual”,you groan. Grabbing your heels from the bottom of your closet you hear another knock.

“Cominggggg”, you call out. You finally make it to the door and attempt to steady your breathing.

You open the door revealing Armando in all black, his gold chain and cross pendant dangling around his neck and motorcycle helmet in hand. “How can someone look so sexy”, you think to yourself.

“H-Hey”,You stutter. “H-H-Hi”,he mocks you with a wide smirk. “Shut up”,you roll your eyes before letting him inside.

“Your place is nice”,he says looking around, eyeing the cozy loft. “You can sit anywhere you like. I’m almost dressed, i just need to grab the rest of my jewelry.”,You say looking over at him. “Cool take your time”,he says going to lounge on your couch.

You return to your room, grabbing a heart locket that matches your heart pendant earrings and your favorite tennis bracelet. You slide on your bracelet and earrings before making your way to the living room where Armando’s sat scrolling through his phone.

You look into the small mirror that’s against your wall checking your reflection before attempting to hook the clasp of your necklace.

“Why are these things so frickin hard to put on.”,you groan aloud. Before you know it, Armando is behind you, “hold your hair”,he says grabbing the necklace from your hands,you and his fingertips grazing each other, sending shivers up your spine.

Doing what he says, you hold your hair in one hand, watching as he fiddles with the clasps before finally letting the necklace lay flat on your deep mocha coloured skin.

“Thanks”, you smile up at him. He towers you by a few inches,causing you to look up at him. He nods without saying another word.

“Okay, I’m ready-“,you say reaching for your bag. Before you can grab the bag, he picks it up with no hesitation. “You don’t have to do that?”,you say furrowing your eyebrow at him.

“¿Qué, los traficantes de drogas no pueden tener modales?”, he asks raising an eyebrow with a smile. (What,Drug dealers cant have manners?)

“Oh shut up”,You laugh before the two of you walk out your apartment, you locking the door behind you.

The two of you walk out to where his motorcycle is as he hands you his helmet. “Is it safe for you to ride without one on?”, you ask. “I’ve done way more dangerous shit than this. Trust I’ll be fine princesa “,he says before getting onto the bike. You follow his lead before tucking the motorcycle helmet over your head.

Of course with your line of work you’d been on a motorcycle before, but you’d never been on a motorcycle with Armando. You lean into him, getting a smell of his cologne that makes you melt. He has just the right amount on, you hated when dudes smelt like they bathed in the shit.

Breezing through the streets of Miami, clinging onto him was something you could do forever it felt like.

Holding onto him made you feel so safe and secure, like nothing mattered in this moment. “We’re here”,he says, causing your heart to somewhat sink. “I wish I could ride for five more minutes”,You mutter under your breath. He turns to you, hearing exactly what you said,”what?”,he adds a laugh.

“Huh?”,you respond pretending like you didn’t say anything. He lets out a laugh before the two of you walk to the beach house’s front door.

“Heyy!”,Dorn opens the door,embracing you in a hug. He nods to Armando in the way that dudes usually do before eyeing the two of you.

“You two together?”,He asks.

“N-“

“Yep”

You look over confused at Armando who has a grin on his face.

“So when did you two happen?”,Dorn asks giving a confused glance. “Huh? What’d ya say Kells?”,You call out, pretending , to get out of this god awful awkward situation. “Gotta go”,you speed walk over to Kelly.

“My beautiful best friend you look gorgeous”,You smile admiring your best girl. “Thank you”,she smiles, pulling you in for a hug. “Let me show you to your room.”,She offers. “Okay let me grab my plus one”,You say. You walk over to Armando and Dorn who are deep in conversation. “Can I borrow him for a few?”,you ask. Dorn gives you a quick nod before talking to the other party guest.

“Oh hey Armando. You two..came together”, she gives a sneaky smile. “Yeah”,You give a quick forced grin, essentially telling her to hurry up and show you the room. “Right this way”, she nods her head and leads you two to the upstairs area of the beach house.

“Right here is me and Dorns room, this is Rafes room and Dorns brothers room.”,she starts. “And this one at the end of the hall is yours.”,she says. “Get unpacked, relax a little and then you can meet us downstairs”, She advises before disappearing back down the stairs.

You drop your bag on the side near the bed, Armando following your lead. “Why did you tell Dorn we’re together?”, you ask, trying to whisper. “The whole point of me coming with you is to make it seem like we’re dating right? Gotta make sure we look like we’re together”,he explains. “Okay you’re right.”, you sigh.

“Como siempre”,He laughs (I always am) “Shut up”,You laugh before the two of you return downstairs.

You strike up conversation with your co workers and some of Dorn and Kelly’s families, both already knowing you because of the history you have with the two of them.

You spot commotion coming from the front of the house and a sinking feeling enters your stomach. You start to fidget with your finger-tips when you spot him.

The man that attempted to ruin your life.

[heartfullofleeches]

Table 9

Yan Customer + Fast Food Worker Reader + Yan Entities (Mascot, Bathroom Succubus) [18+ mdni]

Summary: Tired of a frequent customer's daily attempts to ask you out, you take your spite to the next level

Warnings/Tags: Food/Cum Play, masturbation, handjobs, rimming, Reader's gender unspecified but they have a peen(amab), aphrodisiacs, slight crack

"Pick up for table seven!"

Morning rush - the calm within the neverending storm. Not even a full twelve hours since you've been away from your job, and here you were manning the front as usual. You weren't scheduled to come in until noon, but somewhere around dawn your coworker made the mistake of opening the drive-through window. Pickfork or not, an angry customer banging on the glass was a safer choice that whatever resided in there. While hectic and overwhelming at times, you welcomed the morning hustle with open arms and as big a smile your weary spirit could muster. The distraction kept your mind off what was to come. The dreaded hour and number that itched at the back of your mind with each passing customer. You don't know if you have the strength today.

"Next!"

"Good afternoon... Y/n~"

Oh no. No. Your head snaps towards the clock. 12:00pm. You duck beneath the counter to check the number of table markers left. There's only one remaining - the identifying curve of the digit in the shadows a mocking grin. Spinning to your feet as if nothing happened, you will the smile of someone held at gun point at the familiar face. A well dressed individual stood before you; neat suit, manicured nails. If you had to guess, they were about your age if not a couple years older, but the twinkle in their eye and lack of wrinkles gave them that youthful patience this job was draining you of. All in all, they appeared to be just another business person grabbing a quick meal on their way to work - but you knew better.

"Afternoon! What can I get you today?"

"Oh, I'm sure we know each other well enough by now to know what I want. I'll have the usual." They point up at the menu, but their sight lingers upon you - the only feast they sought after.

A chill worse than a night in the meat locker courses down your spine as their tongue draws over their pearly whites and smooth lips. Table 9 - whereas the number marker of most booths changed with a new order, there was only one that retained its title and customer. A tiny, two seater in the right corner of the establishment - the perfect view point for the various crimes you committed on their assorted beverages.

The first indication there was something truly wrong with this person came when they had reported finding one of your hairs in their food. When you offered to replace it, they merely thanked you for your hard work and placed the stray lock in the locket they currently wore around their neck. You later found your hair to be uneven on one end when you took a shower. The limits of their depravity had no end. You once spat in their cup in viewing range out of retaliation for their insistency on joining them on a nice walk to their van for a nice reward for all your efforts. You came to your senses as soon as the spit flew, but they beckoned you and their treat over before you could throw it out - downing half of it right in front of you. You can't help but repeat the action everytime they enter despite the joy and hunger in their eyes when you pass it off.

"Right - one small vanilla ice cream in a sundae container. Will that be all?"

"Actually, I was hoping you could make it extra special for me. You see, today is my birthday and while I enjoy everything your fire establishment has to offer - I fear I am craving something... different. I do pray I'm not being greedy by saying this, but I simply can't get enough of you."

Something different? If they're referring to you spitting in their cup - what else could they want?

"They want you to jizz in their ice cream."

The plume of heavy perfume and medical herbs assaults your nostrils in the same time that her voice has on the rest of your senses. Your coworker nibbles on the straw of her beverage, offering you a wave and a wink as your eyes shift between her and the customer. They wouldn't want that.

"Ignore her - I'm sure whatever you need won't break anymore health code violations than we already have." You slowly eye the customer up and down. "I'm seventy percent sure whatever you need won't break anymore health code violations than we already have."

Gentle blush dusts their hollow cheek. They hide the curl of their lips with their fist as they glance elsewhere. "W-well.... I wouldn't be opposed to it.

They definitely want that.

Your coworker gently nudges your arm. "Eh, I say you should do it. It's their birthday after all and your break's still an hour away. I'll handle business up here until you get back."

You raise an eyebrow. "Normally you and the rest of them are quick to get rid of anyone who so much as breathes at me after I take their order." Your shoulders slump as the realization hits you. "You predicted this somehow and want to watch me on the security cameras during your next break."

"I totally did - and do. Plus, I'm fairly certain that guy isn't human either and after seeing what those hands in the ball pit can do, I really don't want to get my ass kicked unless you're in real trouble."

"Figures.... Alright, fine - I'll do it." Taking off your apron and setting it on the counter, you smack the customer's hands away from it as you finish their order. You grab the dreaded number from beneath the desk and hand it to them. They wait patiently for your command - you roll your eyes. "Don't just stand there - you know where to go."

"Hm, true - I just wanted to hear your voice longer. To picture the blessed sounds you'll make for me back there."

"Don't push it."

Your coworker thrusts her cup into your hands. "Drink some. It'll help you finish quicker."

You mindlessly wrap your lips around the bitten draw. "How is watered down diet cola supposed to help me?"

"Infused with my spit."

Oh...right. It's fairly easy to forget your coworker is a succubus when she wears contacts to hide the blacks of her eyes and your uniform hat already comes with horns. Your head swims: vision spotty as your breathing grows ragged. Startled and aroused by the soft flesh pressed against your arm, your eyes dart to her as she nestles your arm in her chest - lacey black bra poking from her unbuttoned shirt.

You shutter as she blows against your neck. "If....we ever get that priest out of the ball pit, I'm giving him your address first."

"And I love you too - now get going."

You stumble forward as she pushes you on - shaking legs and a heavy body tugging you through the kitchen; the waypoint task of grabbing a sundae cup near impossible with the weightlessness of your limbs. You tumble your way into the empty break room, dragging your work pants down to mid thigh and your shirt over stomach as you relieve the building strain in your underwear. You flinch as the drooling tip slaps against your navel; hand firm around the base. You fist your cock to full mass as the cup flies across the table; your back hunched as you lurch across the wooden surface. Swallowing the end of your shirt to stifle your panting breaths, the cold, ventilated air nibs at your bare torso and thighs.

The stimulant in your coworker's saliva taking full effect - your mind floods with crude imagery as your cock throbs painfully in your hand. Pressing the plush of your palm to your girth, your thoughts draw back to your dear coworker and her innocent ploy of placing your arm against her breast; how they spilled out of her top daily and the way she battered her eyes when she caught you staring. Rutting your cock between her tits and waiting tongue would be too much for you right about now. You thought about that annoying customer taking her place on their knees before you; eyes cloudy with love-struck awe and desire as you stroked yourself to completion and came down their eager throat.

"S...shit...hah..." You groan loudly, the shift of the table as your hips snap against your wrist perfectly masking the creak of break room door as it glides open. The figure cranes its large body and neck to peer in at you as you attempt to fix the table while still fisting your dick in one hand. You linger in your agonizing high, unaware of its presence - until it begins to whistle.

The mascot.

You turn back in time to see that hulking figure maneuver its curving horns through the doorframe as it enters the room. Its chest extends with a stale breath; unblinking eyes training on your smaller stature and leaking member. The lack of bloodstains on its apron and leather gloves tells you its been unsuccessful with its daily hunts, but something warns it wasn't after human flesh in its preferred cut.

Lambchop the goat demon. Obviously not your choice in naming, but you settled on just calling it what it was. The humanoid devil had been responsible for majority of the disappearances around the restaurant and number four on your headache list. Whether as it met your fellow coworkers with butcher knives and their fallen companions in nugget containers, it greeted you with bouquets of flowers and signals to braid your hair as you worked. It wasn't the most annoying entity, but you'd prefer to have the extra hands it keeps chopping off. You'd never seen under its mask, but considering everything else that went on here you didn't expect to see much.

The Mascot stalks towards you, lowering its clever to the floor and its head in curiousity. You chew your lower lip as its hands come up to your sweaty, quivering thighs. The skin beneath your teeth breaks as it pads a finger to your balls - eyes worked back up at you.

"Make it quick."

You don't need to tell it twice. Gripping your shoulders, the mascot spins you on your heels and takes your cock into its leathery hand, pointed finger tips curling against your abdomen. It tucks its claws into its palm as it rubs your length; the harsh, yet tender pressure to your dick making your head spin as it did the first hit of the aphrodisiac. You hear the tear of fabric and soon find the mascot's slimy tongue coursing the vein lines in your neck - teeth locking around the sensitive flesh of your collar. You whimper at the spill of your blood over its fangs and the shameful ecstasy as it suckles the area and teases your nipple between its fingers. The mascot looks down to see the bounce of your ass against its thigh as you fuck its fist with another bout of sinful cries - suddenly pushing you over as your stomach twists in knots.

"the hell are you.....ngh!"

You grit your teeth as the mascot tanks your pants and shorts down to your ankles. Its long, heavy tongue darts out and licks the precum glazed head, dragging up the underside of your twitching cock to your balls and finally pressing against your asshole. You claw at the table for mercy as the thick appendage works its grithy slime into your tight hole; large hand gripping your cheek and spreading them apart as it wriggles against your walls. Its saliva drips down over your balls as it explodes; staining your cock black as it smears the drool into your shaft as it continues to milk you off your building worth. You clench around the muscle, legs close to giving out before its strong arms and shoulders catch - tongue fucking back atop the creaking table. You reach back to grab its horns with your noodly limbs, all remaining strength lost as you cry out.

"Fuck!... slow...slow down. I can't-"

"Y/n! You almost done in there!?"

You blink away tears as you call out. "Y-yea! I'm...ah- coming... I'll be there soon!"

The mascot slams its tongue into your ass; mixture of its length and thickness reaching deeper than you could with your fingers and hitting all the right spots that made retrieving the cup a feat. You nearly forgot about it, and the whole reason you came in here with your mind void of all thoughts beyond your impending climax. You tug the mascot's horn, begging for pause so you can fit the plastic container beneath you. It completely ignores you and swats your hand away, leaving you to struggle getting it under the table as you rock back on its tongue and snout. Your tip hits the bottom of the cup as your vision whites; full body trembling as you shoot ropes of your milky cum into the container. The mascot drills you vigorously through your earthshaking orgasm, ripping another out of you before you're able to call it off through whines. It stands up and takes the cup lose in your sweaty hands, aiming your dick at its rim as the dribbles of your spend run down its interior. The mascot pulls you up against its clothed chest, patting your head and praising you with soft hums as it picks your pants up off the floor and loops the buckle around your waist all with one hand. It stares, unblinking at you glance back - awaiting its reward. You kiss its cheek as you lower your shirt.

"Thanks."

The mascot nuzzles your cheek with its nose, watching and licking its stained hand as it leaves the way it came. It looks back at the cup - almost remorseful in its stare. Looking down at the cup, you see it filled roughly halfway with your spunk - likely increase by the effects of the naturally produced drug. You cringe as you pick it up, stumbling your way back out the break room and to the ice cream machine. You glare down the dreaded box and the spirit inside as you grab its handle.

"Do not.... fuck with me today."

The machine quietly dispenses the ice cream, the creamy white mostly masking the translucent fluid at the bottom. The machine let's you go about your day with no further issue - ghost hover off, disappointed. "A kiss would've been nice."

You wobble your way to the front; clothes wrinkled and hanging off your shoulders, body sweaty and hair clinging to your face. You fix your hat as you straighten yourself against the counter, slamming the container down - clutching your chest as you breath. "Order for Table... 9..."

"Ah!" The customer snatches the ice cream up, lips aimed directly for the freezing rizz on the edge of the cup. They sight in delight, stiff posture relaxed in favor of their newfound taste of paradise. "Heavenly~ I do pray this will be on the minute in the future."

The customer takes their spoon and another bite as they hum happily to themselves, skipping towards their table. You call up the next customer who points at them.

"Can I get whatever they had?"

".....might want to rethink that decision."

[k1ngsnak3]

Little low effort Limited Life Scott doodles

Handwriting translation (and extra thoughts) beneath cut

(From left of image to right, notes I wrote in the image will be italicized and extra thoughts will be regular)

Pirate captain's jacket he stole from God knows where. I like LimLife Martyn and Scott as a siren/pirate type duo. Also the image is more of a rough draft but I like to think his jacket is very expensive looking like a pirate captain's, because he isn't actually a siren but I like the allusion to how sirens were said to kill sailors and sink ships.

Simple epaulettes that double as armour. I like to think that if the players try hard enough they can make a full armor piece into anything, kind of how irl you can mod things to make armour look cooler.

Kelp wrapping, cetacean hybrid features instead of fish. The kelp wrapping is just because of the siren thing and a very very subtle reference to the stripes on his shirt in the og skin . Also he's like a dolphin or smth instead of a fish because the way the flukes (fins) on mermaid tails are arranged is actually how cetacean tails are (one fluke on each side) and not how fish tails are (one on top one on the bottom)

Rusty hinge, Heart locket, heart gem, Pocket watch. I really like the idea that every player in Limited Life had some sort of pocket watch type device to show their hours remaining. Oh dude I should make the little points on the clock hands hearts. Scott's watch is in a big fancy locket with a massive gem on it both as a way to show how much time he's on (the gem changes colors) but also to allude to the pirate thing with treasure and gems and such. Also its rusty because he's always around water.

Also extra thoughts on drawing Scott in general cause this is my first time drawing him ever. I wanted to draw him rounder because it fits hit personality in terms of shape language because he's a very friendly, social person does well not because he's really good at pvp but because he knows how to play the other players.

[snakegorl212006]

Inspired by the latest FF16 request, the reader from our world gets their secret reviled via their journal which had old polaroid photos of their latest trip to New York before getting isekai by truck-kun.

Side Note: Your work always makes my day, thank you. Also you are amazing.

------------Clive + Jill-------------

-Clive and jill would gosp about it to themself -like if there S/o tells them that there from another world, they would gosp about what questions they should ask -Jill is less surprise then Clive for you abilities seemed odd -none of them would ever bring up the fact that you left your diary open and they just happen to find it laying around for anyone to see -your secret is safe with them

---------Joshua + Jote-----------

-jote would want to confront you about it but she doesn't want you not to trust her after peaking in your book when cleaning 

-....yeah Joshua thought your diary was an actual book with a weird ending. Until he saw a page about himself 

Joshua if he got caught:

-he would never admit he read it all even if you told them the truth 

-he just nods his head and acts surprise about it all

-they wouldn't care that you’re from another world but would feel bad about you and how there’s a little to no chance of returning home

-they hope you find a home with them 

------------Cid---------------

-would genuinely feel guilty for reading a snippet of your journal -he would admit that he saw what you wrote about your past -he feels horrible that you were taken away just like that -by a truck,he probably thinks it some beast -other then that he doesn't care that much about his lover being from another world -the hideaway is full of outcast so you just fit right in

S/o: hey cid.. I’m not from this world

Cid:

------------Benedikta----------------

-she wants to feel angry that you never told her about this -but she also feels angry that your home was strip away from you just like that -half is genuine and half is just pity -she would confront you about what was written and would ask why you never said anything -it would hurt her a lot if you hide this part of your life from her but i don’t think she would be salty about it -she has stuff from her past she would hide from you too coughpast relationships cough -I don’t think she would get rid of your journal but would prefer if you didn’t hide anything important from her

--------------Dion + Terence------------

-would NEVER tell you that they took a peak in your book -but they would also feel bad that you were taken out like that -once you tell them where you’re from, they would ask a bunch of questions -”who’s truck-kun?” -”(name of place your from) sound like a nice place” -”what’s a ‘florida man’” -” why is the sound of a clock a ‘app’” -would encourage you keep this secret as well -Terence would make sure your journal is safe and tuck away -Dion would buy you a locket for your book -both would ask you to tell them stories about your home land

--------Barnabas +Sleipnir---------------

-oh they knew from the beginning -Barnabas would find out everything about you big or small -Sleipnir would think it laughable that you would hide this from them -but they would wait for you to come clean first -sure you’re from another world big deal but that might come with a advantage -lets say the world of FF16 was the videogame we all love -if Barnabas finds out about you playing 16 , he would utilize you so his plans can succeed -you could see the future after all

---------Hugo-----------

-would look but wouldn't care to bring it up -it’s your choice if you wish to discuss your origins and at this point it doesn't matter -he loves you and would go to hell and back for you -you're from another world? Ok that’s nice what do you want for dinner -I just don’t see him caring that much -it doesn't change the way he sees you in fact it just amplifies your uniqueness

[iquestionlife]

”A gift?”

Thank you @annaarcana for your request! I hope i did it justice <3

Castin x Baroness

Genre: Fluff

~Summary: Just Castin being the standard and giving the Baroness her a birthday gift~

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The sounds of various things rung in her ear, the winds blowing, the sound of various types of footsteps of people she knew walking around their manor. Some imperial maids, some Intacian maids, as well as guards patrolling and sometimes chatting with each other filled her ears. A clock could be seen hung on the wall making it’s usual -and rather tedious- sounds , often merging with the sound of paper rustling.

The baroness was inside her office working on her papers and, next to her neatly stack of papers was tea and some pastries.

Despite the rather calm and productive atmosphere she felt a sense of unease pool at the bottom pits of her stomach.

Where was Castin?

.

.

.

Yep, his plan was royally screwed. Frankly, Castin had some level of confidence to be able to pull this whole birthday thing off ,but now he was somewhat doubting himself.

Asking some of the Imperial maids had gotten him nowhere. Nothing. They either gave him polite shrugs or suggested he ask Lilia.

Turns out, he also wasn’t any help. Though Lilia did suggest getting her something that was meaningful.

But what?

Castin knew damn well, that she was not one to celebrate such ‘menial’ and ‘unimportant’ days. God, he could hear her voice in his head already.

He had done anything and her birthday was literally tomorrow. He even asked Reyes…much to his mild irritation. Yet, even Reyes didn’t have an answer.

Walking around the town, his eyes searched around for anything that could be worthy. Something meaningful. Something she’d appreciate. Something she’d like.

A necklace with a locket in the shape of a book caught his eye. It was silver and clearly handmade ,but of good quality.

Finally, he had his idea.

.

.

.

“Castin what did you do this time—“

“Come on babe, have some faith in me,” He grinned from ear to ear. Honestly, it would be endearing had he not dragged her from working. Furthermore, yesterday he’d been out the entire day with a simple ‘ oh, yeah im going out for a bit! Love you!’ .

“Pleaseee? Just close your eyes if you love me.” He asked one more time, to which the baroness just sighed and obliged much to her disgruntled disagreement.

The sound of shuffling and moving around filled her ears. Then paper, then..some sort of metal on wood? The weight on the bed shifted, she could feel him sit next to her cuddling into her side to which she relaxed next to him sighing despite still having her eyes closed.

“Alright open up your pretty little eyes”

And sure enough once she did, she saw a gift box, small but neatly wrapped in a mix of white and silver box. Eyes widened, and she glanced right at Castin who was back-hugging her his face nestled right on her shoulder ,his smile absolutely infuriatingly handsome.

“Happy birthday~”

“…Castin this is…you did not—“

“Ah-Ah-Ah-. Shhhh. No. Nada. No. I did. Today is your birthday. The day you were born. To you, it’s another day ,but to me had you not been born i would not have married my smart, gorgeous, sexy wife. So, no complaining.”

She looked at him ,uncharacteristically a bit flustered, her ears pink. Reluctantly, her once tense shoulders slumped against him and she stared at the box unsure. She reached out for it carefully, holding it gently. As if it were the most precious thing she’d ever received. Castin squeezed her ,as if silently encouraging her with a large grin on his face that it was okay and she could take her time.

Unwrapping the gift carefully, she pushed the wrapping paper aside and was met with a rather elegant small box that felt…like it had a lot of love put into it. Nothing like her jewelry collection and yet…somehow she felt like it was a comforting embrace and Castin was just adding to that with his cuddling. Does he not know the effect he has on her? Certainly not.

Opening the box, there laid a necklace with a locket in the shape of a book, then Castin’s hand covered her’s. He guided her hand to the locket and opened it.

A literal book. It was a literal miniature flip book with pictures of them drawn in a way to show them dancing.

Cradling the necklace in her hand she turned her head to Castin and kissed him before whispering a small yet grateful and vulnerable.

“Thank you…”

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Thank you once again for the request! I hope this was to your liking! <3

[unknownteapot]

In light of Courtney mentioning they would possibly want to direct a movie some day during the Q+A, what do you think a Smosh movie would look like with this current cast? Would it be similar to the original Smosh Movie? I'm imagining something similar to Smost the Sitcom Live, like a sitcom comedy maybe? Anyway you don’t have to answer, I’m just curious 🤗

anon, you are NOT ready i was BORN for this question and i'm about to type up a storm so strap in!! thank you for sending it in!!! me being a yapper + film student is not boding well for me rn...

i completely see what you mean about a sitcom/comedy type thing, their vibes during ssl were immaculate, but i also think if they *were* ever going to make a movie it'd be something vastly different from what they've done before just to keep it fresh and give people something never seen before. which is why..

i propose to you: a horror comedy about the cast getting stuck at the smosh office overnight (more below the cut)

hear me out HEAR ME OUT god im so passionate about this. this type of premise would avoid the cast having to play characters per se, they'd kind of just play 'themselves' so it's easier for the existing smosh fanbase to transition to this new movie format without it feeling gimicky/overproduced- the movie begins with just a typical end-of-video outro into the camera for smosh games (maybe only main cast and not freelance? bc full cast might be too many people for a movie idk) and then cuts out to the cast getting off the soundstage like hehe good shoot whatever whatever. but. wait a second. why is it past midnight?? quickly they're realising everyone's gone and its WAY late and they're locked in. all the clocks have stopped around the office. phones are all out of service (but show a weird little digital snake symbol as foreshadowing to something ;)

so now they're like uh-oh. what the fuck do we do. and promptly the cast splits into groups/pairs that all deal with this in their own way the movie would cut back and forth between. maybe amanda and angela deciding to steal alcohol from the kitchen and then snoop on people's desks?? finding out ian has a love locket of anthony in his drawer?? damien grows mushrooms under his desk??? olivia collect's people's candy wrappers?????? idk it could be ANYTHING which makes thsi SO FUNNY to me

BUT this is where the horror comes in, because suddenly people start going missing. and its not fun and games at all. the air feels weird, its like 3 am, everyone's losing their shit a little bit. they start regrouping to see who they can find "hey have you guys seen Angela?" "No, but Courtney just went missing too." "Guys I don't feel well.." AND LITTLE BY LITTLE. THEY START SEEING APPARITIONS. SMOSH CHARACTERS. WHO HAUNT THEM.

like i'm sorry. tell me it would NOT be hilarious for Mental Illness to come haunt the cast in an eerie ghost form??? Augustus??? insulting the cast (but hitting truths about them) making them think about their life decisions??? COURTNEY FREAKING MILLER???? JUST YELLING???? TELEPORTING AROUND THEM AND SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF THEM>?>>>>??? god the jumpscares they could do with this insane INSANE. BIZANKA???????????????? im

BUT NOT JUST SMOSH CHARACTERS- fnaf characters in their eerie ass suits, chica demanding Amanda why she held the door so hard that one time and didn't let her in meanwhile everyone is terrified and somewhat sobbing

so now its CHAOS, they're trying to stick together to avoid getting haunted, they're trying to find their missing friends, they're running around to the footsteps of animatronics, when suddenly they find a door to some storage closet open. they walk in.

there they are!!!! all their missing friends lying passed out on the floor and.. what's this strange hissing noise and why is it kinda foggy in there.. "Oh my god!" Amanda yells out in relief that none of this was real (or was it), "There's a gas leak at the smosh office!" And then promptly passes out. So do they all. THE END.

maybe a post-credits scene of ian and anthony coming into the office in the morning and finding a MESS and them all passed out like god. we gotta put baby gates in here or some shit. they keep messing stuff up!! OR BETTER. they dont know about the cast at first and look at each other with knowing smirks like "wanna go get high :)" and then they head towards where all their friends are passed out and we find out it was actually their secret 'gas leak' spot where they get high on the regular from the gas. ian pouting like "damnit. they found our secret spot :(" anthony shruggs like "oh well" and then they prance around the room trying to huff the gas like idiots and also pass out.

more insane ideas idk how to incorporate yet:

a comedic bit where Amanda bonds with Chica from fnaf and reads her tarot cards (amanda would SO be the person to chat her up after getting over her initial fear and be like 'hey, you just need love, honey. i get it, we've all been there') and its this insane horror yet adorable moment where these two world collide?? BONUS: if the rest of the cast hide in a corner and look at her like "how is she doing this???"

Tim the IT guy actually turning out to be a hologram that haunts all the computers with snake graphics (from that one smoffice sketch 'it could happen to any one of us!') and actually gets his energy from sucking out ram from people's devices

Props and shit moving!!! just so much potential

INNOVATIVE FORMAT:

AND a great way to introduce horror elements could be through this whole 'found footage' thing- you know how in some movies you find like someone's security cam recording etc etc. they could SO integrate elements of that because the smoffice is primarily for content creation so there's LOTS of cameras everywhere

"Hey uh.. guys I think this camera's still rolling." And its us watching footage of that room through it MASTERFUL. or people recording tiktoks and we watch through their screen recording but we see stuff in the background moving before they do YEAH. the HORROR OF IT. god i love movies

okay for everyone's sanity i will now stop i was actually not expecting to type this much- anon who sent this ask, i owe you everything!! im now obsessed with this idea i wish this was real w o w

[bunny-theia]

Goth Leon fluff!!!

AHHHH IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SINCE I SAW ART OF GOTH LEON BY @larvamars ON HERE AND IT'S THE BEST THING EVER

As a result of me obsessing over n°1 how perfect the art is, and n°2 how adorable goth Leon is, I've decided to write a mini fluff story about reader x an older goth Leon.

Reader is fem! Leon is reader's husband!

Enjoy! ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

It was a cold evening coming home after work, and you were getting ready for dinner with your husband, Leon.

As the alarm clock on Leon's side of the bed changed to 6:45pm, you started hurrying, flipping through clothes in your closet like a maniac to find a good dress. Your mind kept flipping between "yes!" and "no!" every time you looked at something, until you sighed and sat on the carpet, thinking intensely. Racing thoughts circled you like an intoxicating stress tornado, until Leon knocks on the door.

"Honey, are you okay?" He called out. *God he was sweet.*

He opens the door at your lack of a response and kneels in front of you, obviously wondering what's wrong.

"What's-..." he cuts himself off as he sees a few clothes strewn over the edge of the bed and the open wardrobe. Then, he continues.

"What's wrong, love?" As he looked at you with kind, loving eyes, his hand ran through his hair, golden and silky. His roots were growing in, but he kept them, saying he was trying a new look.

"I can't find anything good to wear... none of it feels right for where you're taking me."

"Oh honey, don't worry about any of that. I got you the perfect thing for tonight," softly, he gets up and walks to the door, reaching to the other side and pulling a deep blue dress off the handle. "I got you this, I want to see you wearing it tonight."

Your heartstrings were plucked and strummed with a warm and loving force at his words. He always adored getting you gifts, going into shops at any moment he could to pick something for you, taking up classes to make things, even relearning how to play guitar so he could serenade you before work one time. He adored the look on your face when you were happy, when you felt *loved*.

After a moment of silence on your behalf with a goofy little grin on your face, he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead, cold metal piercing jewellery tickling your skin. As you look back up at him in his black suit and lacey cravat, he walks out the room to give you time to yourself, letting you calm down and get ready.

When you emerge from the room, all dressed up and smiling (even wearing the silver locket he gave you), he opens his arms and envelopes you with them.

"You look so beautiful, my love. Are you ready?"

"Mhm!"

[nonexistent-introvert]

Remembrance (Paper Stars pt 4)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count 2.4k

Content: Joel being a Dad, arguments, angst, fluff

A/N: A new chapter after just 3 days?? Im shocked too. I recently started watching The Mandalorian and took some pretty generic quotes from it. Anyways, lots of Joel content in this one.

Paper Stars Masterlist

    Joel was sitting in your living room again. He had made the habit of coming over to talk to you when he was free after he put Sarah to bed. You sat down beside him with a huff. “Welcome back to therapy Joel Miller, how can I help you today?” You joked, “Haha.” Joel deadpanned, glancing at the clock. When he first came over, he was afraid that he was keeping you up late to which you admitted that you had a ruined sleep schedule anyways and it was proven when he had woken up in the dead of night and noticed that the lights in your house were still on. A bad habit that he constantly nags at you to change.

   “Joel, what the hell?” You picked up his hand, a gesture that took him by surprise until he realised what caught your attention. “I accidentally cut myself at work, no big deal.” He explained, pulling away his hand that was filled with cuts, his fingers had plasters all over them. “Were you cutting wood or your fingers?” “The plasters were from my guitar and the cuts from work. It’s fine.” He insisted. You narrowed your gaze at him, “You’ve been playing guitar for decades Joel, I’ve never seen injure yourself till this point, even when you first started out.” “It’s just a precaution, in case wood shavings get into it.” Joel insisted, looking away from you, a sign that he didn’t want to continue with this conversation. You bit back the urge to ask anymore, gently settling his hand back on his lap. 

   Joel glanced at you, guilt welling up in his chest at the withdrawn look on your face. He knew you were worried, but he couldn’t tell you the actual reason behind his cuts yet, not now. He shifted in his seat, rubbing his palms together. “Are you having trouble sleeping?” You questioned, noticing the locket around his neck. He snapped out of his daze, “Oh, um, not really. It’s been better, just on some days.” He picked up the locket, fiddling with it. “I just wear it around these days, Sarah noticed it one day, said it quite suits me.” It was a lie, Sarah said that you suited him as a partner, not the locket. You grinned, jumping up excitedly before scrambling up your stairs. 

   When you came back to him, there was a bracelet around your wrist. The very same bracelet he had given you then. His eyes shone in delight, “That was weeks of pocket money, I’m glad you kept it.” Joel laughed, you frowned, “You’re such a liar Joel.” The smile on his face disappeared, “I asked you then! You said it didn’t cost much.” Joel grinned, pulling you closer as he admired the bracelet on your hand. “It didn’t, but it was still a lot for a high school student’s pocket money.” You shook your head at him, smiling softly at him. 

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   Tommy couldn’t seem to be able to wipe the smile off his face ever since he saw you. A warmth settling in his chest upon seeing you again. He had spent most of his savings just to afford the plane ticket here to see you. 

  “Cheers!” You downed the alcohol in your hand, “Can you believe it? We’re finally of drinking age.” Tommy said. You beamed at him, “Fucking blessing, I can drown in my sorrows openly now without worrying that the FBI would come after me or something.”You remarked, Tommy snickered, taking another mouthful of his beer. 

   “I wish Joel could be here with us. The three of us again.” You glanced at Tommy, the both of you haven’t talked about Joel in the longest time. The last time Tommy had mentioned him, well, Tommy didn’t seem to be on the best terms with his older brother, you were at least glad that it seemed that was water under the bridge. “Is he well?” You questioned, heart pacing at the mere mention of him. “Keeps to himself a lot more now, older and more mature. Other than that, I think it is still him. I don’t see him as often nowadays.” Tommy shrugged, he was never as good as Joel when it comes to concealing his emotions. “He’s been busy, trying to raise a kid and all. I heard that things between him and Lorraine aren’t all that well either. We try not to butt in, you know Joel, he doesn’t like people in his business, wants to fix everything himself.” “Guess that didn’t change.” You remarked. “If Joel wasn’t stubborn, the sun would rise from the west.” Tommy snarked. 

   “You know, Joel doesn’t show or tell it but, he misses you too.” Tommy said. You poured yourself another glass of whiskey. “Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you guys had just been a bit braver and told each other about your feelings for each other. Maybe we would be happier.” You swallowed, “Tommy he doesn’t-” Tommy shook his head, “And if he does?” Tommy challenged. You shook your head, riding it of the thoughts, of the hope that was rising, it was dangerous, the hope would hurt you deeper. “Tommy I can’t-” “Just think about it, entertain it for a while. What if?” You took a breath, calming yourself down. 

    “Then he’ll get over it, we all do.” 

     “Over what?”

     “Any feelings he has towards me.” 

     “Are you saying that you no longer-” 

    “Yes.” A short and concise answer.

“I don’t see him that way anymore.”  

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    That was the biggest lie you have ever told anyone. 

   You never did get over Joel and you weren’t sure if you ever would.

     “Is there something on my face?” Joel said, looking at you. You snapped out of your daze, looking away from him in embarrassment. You have just been caught staring, what the hell was wrong with you? “Shut up.” You told him, standing up from the couch as you headed up the stairs. He sent you a confused look before returning his attention back to the soccer match that was playing on his TV, a single beer in hand, one that he had been trying his hardest to make last, one that you had so generously granted him. 

   “What did you need to talk in private about?” Sarah bounced up from her chair, shushing you as she closed the door. “Dad can’t hear about this.” You furrowed your eyebrows at the teenager. “You alright? You’re not hurt or anything are you?” Your eyes scanned Sarah, she shook her head. Sarah moved to the calendar that was sitting on her table and brought it over to you, pointing at the day that is circled, “Dad’s birthday” written in blue ink with doodles of a birthday cake. “Are you planning on doing anything for Dad?” Sarah asked. You stiffened, you were never good with gifts or planning any kind of birthday events. Joel was always alright with not receiving anything since you were kids but now that Sarah was asking, you suddenly felt obliged to. “I..” “Actually, never mind. I just need ideas on what to get Dad. It’s his 30th birthday, a milestone I would say.” Sarah explained. “I’m sure Joel would appreciate a card.” Sarah stuck out her tongue in disgust, “That’s boring.” You thought of the man that was sitting downstairs,            

   “Uh.. a bag of coffee beans?”  “I don’t know how to choose coffee.”    

   “A jersey?” “Dad doesn’t even like wearing jerseys.” 

   “A mug.” “That’s generic” 

  You exhaled, not knowing how to please Sarah. “Well, he has been complaining that his watch is slow and he has to fix it every time.” Sarah's eyes widened, “That's it! I’ll get him a watch!” Your jaw dropped, “Do you even have money for a watch?”

Sarah smiled, “Money isn’t the problem here, could always sell some hardcore drugs for some.” 

   “You’ve spent too much time with Uncle Tommy.” You sighed, Sarah laughed, “and you and Dad.” “You did not just lump me in the same group as Tommy and Joel. I don’t talk like a wannabe criminal.” You defended. “Just that day you were telling them about how just resorting to crime would make life so much easier.” You stuck out a hand to stop her, “Ok I get it, Sarah Miller.” 

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      Joel knew trouble was brewing the moment he parked his truck in the garage. Well, trouble has been brewing for a few days now. The arguments between him and Lorraine got more often as the days passed. She was supposed to be someone he looked forward coming home to but he has been intentionally taking more projects and working late, he could use the extra money anyways. 

     The sound of Sarah’s cries greeted him the moment he stepped foot into the house. Lorraine sat on the couch, trying her best to ignore the cries coming from the room upstairs, an annoyed look on her face. He merely glared at her before running up the stairs. She sat next to her toys. “What’s wrong?” Joel asked, scanning Sarah when he noticed that her knee was scraped. He frowned, “It's ok babygirl, it's ok.” He gently pulled Sarah’s hands away from her face, while blowing gently onto the scrape. Joel picked Sarah up with ease and headed into the bedroom, placing her onto the bed before heading to get the first aid kit in the washroom. 

   “I’m sorry.” He apologised while applying the alcohol onto the scrape, Sarah’s cries grew louder, cries that broke his heart. “I’m sorry” he kept muttering to Sarah. When he was done with the scrape, he placed everything back into the first aid kit and placed a kiss on Sarah’s head. Sarah’s hands clutched onto his shirt and he found himself leaning down further for her to hug him. He pat her back, muttering assurances into her ear as he tried to calm her down. 

    Joel poured himself a glass of water, he felt Lorraine’s gaze on his back, one that he’s trying to ignore too. Anger rose in him, anger that he may not be able to contain if they talked, the exhaustion from a day of work would not be helping either. “Joel.” She called out to him, he felt himself clenching the glass just a little harder but still found himself sitting down on the armchair across from her. He didn’t say anything, raising his voice and arguing with her was too exhausting. 

   “Joel, I just can’t- “ he turned to look at her. 

   “Joel, I can’t do this anymore.”

   “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” Joel snapped. Lorraine was crying, tears falling from her eyes as she stood up. “You’re just going to leave?” Joel questioned, standing up to stop her. “I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry.” She apologised. “What about Sarah? It’ll break her heart.” He tried to reason. “Joel I can’t- I can’t sit here and waste my days. I’m not ready to be a mother!” Joel fumed, he wasn’t ready to be a father then either, who gave her the right to just walk out? “Lorraine you’re being ridiculous.” He said. “Our relationship has been rocky anyways, I can’t stay home and take care of Sarah. I can’t live this life.” She shouted. Joel clenched his jaw, “Leave then. Sarah deserves better.” He snarled. Lorraine’s jaw dropped at his words, “You’re not the good guy Joel.” Joel’s eyes widened, “I’m not the good guy? I’m not the one leaving! I’m the one working like a horse to pay the bills and you know what I come back to? A mother who ignores her child’s cries! Sarah is four! You’re supposed to be looking after her, it was only a scrape but what if it had been worse?” Joel raised his voice. Lorraine flinched, picking up the luggage she had packed that was hidden behind the door. “I’ll go back to my mother’s. The divorce papers should come soon.” She declared before slamming the door. 

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   “What the hell?” It was the only response that came out of you upon hearing Joel’s retelling of his story. You stood up, Joel wasn’t sure if it was emotionally driven. You came back with two beers, “Here you need it.” Joel shook his head. “I’m good.” You were surprised to see him refuse but didn’t insist. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking anyways. You placed the beer on the table, an offer, in case he changed his mind. “Fuck, I think I need something stronger to digest what you just told me.” You downed the beer in your hand.

   “The people around her were enjoying their youth, pursuing dreams. I see why she did that.” Joel said. You gave him an appalled look, “Does that not apply to you? You gave up dreams too!” Joel shook his head, “I stopped blaming her for it. It’s tiring. Sarah is enough, glad that I still have her.” You couldn’t understand Joel, you didn’t know how he was so forgiving. “I never said it was a good reason to leave, I just understood why she did that.” He clarified. You moved closer to him, letting his warmth warm you too. “Were you guys happy?” You questioned, half expecting Joel to not answer. 

   “I wouldn’t say happy, it was tough but there were its peaceful moments. When I would come back and be greeted with smiles. When she tried her best to take care of Sarah.” You hummed. 

   He sat up, deciding to lighten the mood a little. “Hey, this Sunday’s dinner you coming?” He asked, changing the topic. You took another sip of your beer, “I’m always there.” He smiled, “Tommy ain’t joining us.” “Why? He finally got himself a date?” Joel shook his head, amusement evident on his face. “It’s just us it seems, Sarah said she’s going over to her friend's house.” 

  “Aw, a date.” You joked, “if you want it to be.” Joel laughed. 

  “Well, you better make it special.” Joel raised his eyebrows, “you challenging me?” You nodded. “Yeah of course I’ll make your first date special.” “This is not my first date Joel!” You defended, shoving him playfully. He chuckled, “Your first actual date. I guarantee your previous ones would seem like playdates.” You shoved him again. 

   “Don’t be cocky Miller.”

   “Sunday dinner, 7pm.” He declared with a smile.

  “Yes, Joel. Should I dress up?”

  “You look pretty enough, darling.”

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While antiquing, you find a locket with a beautiful portrait inside. Thinking they must have sold it by mistake, you track the owner down - only to discover he's much more than you thought.

You walked into the antique shop, greeted by the familiar bell's ring. The air smelled like old books and polished wood, a comforting scent you'd come to associate with the store. It was your Aunt Lucinda's shop, filled to the brim with trinkets from the past. Each item, from the brass candlesticks to the porcelain dolls, held a story.

Aunt Lucinda was right in the thick of it, on her knees in front of boxes filled with new items. Seeing you, she stood up, brushing dust off her knees. "Morning," she said, smiling. "Would you help me with these?"

You laughed and nodded, removing your jacket. "Of course, Aunt Lucinda."

You and Aunt Lucinda were close; she'd raised you after your parents passed away. Together, you shared this love for antiques, each piece a whisper from the past. She was more than just family; she was your friend.

You started with the first box, digging through the assorted items. This was the best part – every object had a story, and discovering it was exciting. You pulled out a clock, a fan, and a tea set, carefully setting them aside.

Then, your hand closed around a small locket. It was beautiful, with intricate designs etched onto its surface. You held the locket up to the light, examining it closer. It was gold, with a delicate chain and a small clasp. The outside was etched with intricate, swirling patterns, the work of a skilled jeweller.

The real beauty was inside. A black and white photo of a woman was tucked safely in it. She was strikingly beautiful with high cheekbones, expressive eyes, and a confident smile. There was something about her that held your gaze, something timeless and captivating, but also strange.

Turning to Aunt Lucinda, you held out the locket. "Look at this, Aunt Lucinda. This feels personal. I think it was sold by mistake."

Lucinda accepted the locket, peering at it with her reading glasses. Her brows furrowed, a soft "Hmm" escaping her lips. "This came in last week," she said, handing it back to you. "It was a man who sold it. A bit awkward, he was. Country accent."

Your curiosity piqued. "Do you remember anything else about him?"

She pondered for a moment, tapping her fingers on a box. "Dark hair, blue eyes. Quite tall. Oh, and he had a bit of a strange look about him."

You rose a brow. “Strange how?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing I could put my finger on, exactly.”

Odd, but there wasn’t a shortage of odd in Pinecoast. "Do you have his contact information?" you asked, hope lacing your voice. "We should ask him about this."

Lucinda nodded, rising from her chair. She had a habit of keeping the contact details of the people who sold to her, at least for a little while. She rummaged through a drawer, finally pulling out a notebook filled with names and numbers. Her finger trailed down the list until it paused. "Here he is," she said, pointing at the name Levi and a phone number next to it.

"Thanks, Aunt Lucinda," you said, holding the locket. "I'll give him a call at lunch.”

With Levi's number saved in your phone, you went back to sorting through the new items. Yet, even as you carefully examined each piece and decided on the markup, your thoughts kept drifting back to the locket.

The antique shop was filled with the usual afternoon bustle. Customers trickled in, attracted by the charm of vintage and history. Aunt Lucinda was at her element, making conversations, sharing stories about the items, and handling transactions with her usual flair.

You, on the other hand, preferred the quieter sanctuary of the backroom, filled with shelves of unsorted items. The room smelled strongly of age and mystery, and every piece in the room was a story yet to be told. It was your favourite part of the shop, a private realm where you could dig into the past without interruptions.

Even amidst the silent company of antiquities, the locket was a constant presence. An insistent whisper in your mind that lured you away from your work. Finally, giving in to your curiosity, you picked up the locket once more.

The woman inside was indeed beautiful. Her features were finely drawn, her expression serene. Her eyes, however, were odd. At first glance, they seemed to be a normal part of the black and white photograph. As you studied the portrait further, you noticed something unusual about her pupils. They were slanted, almost like... an animal's.

A shiver of excitement passed through you. The locket was becoming even more fascinating. The woman in the portrait, so elegant and yet with such peculiar eyes, was a riddle you yearned to solve.

You closed the locket gently, lost in thought. The antique shop carried on its usual pace around you, but for now, you were drawn into the world of the locket. Who was this woman, and what was her story? And, most importantly, what would Levi have to say about it? You decided then and there - you would call him as soon as lunch hour hit.

Time passed at a crawl, but eventually you decided to call Levi. The first attempt went unanswered, his voice message greeting was curt and slightly awkward. You left a brief message and decided to try again later.

The second call was picked up after a few rings. "Hello?" A gruff voice, tinged with a thick country English accent, filled the line.

"Hello, is this Levi?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yeah, this is Levi. Who's this?" His tone was a bit wary, but you caught a note of curiosity there as well.

You gave him your name, smiling even though he couldn’t see it. “I work at the antique shop where you sold some things last week," you explained, keeping your voice steady.

There was a pause, then he said, "Oh, right. How can I help you, then?"

His use of your name sent an unexpected flutter through your stomach. You found his awkwardness charming and somewhat endearing. You took a deep breath and plunged into the reason for your call.

"We found a locket among the items you sold. It has a picture inside," you explained. "It felt... personal. We thought it might have been included by mistake."

Another pause. Then, a sharp intake of breath. "A locket?" he sounded horrified. "Bloody hell, I've been looking everywhere for that. It wasn't meant to go to the shop."

You felt a rush of relief. Your hunch had been right. "I thought so," you said, your tone gentle. "I’m glad I checked."

"Yeah, thanks," he said, sounding genuinely relieved. "I'll swing by tomorrow to collect it."

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. "Actually, I could drop it off after work," you offered. "If you're not too far, that is."

His surprise was evident. "If you’re sure. I live just outside town, by the woods. Are you sure it wouldn't be a bother?"

"No, not at all," you assured him. "I'll text you for the address later."

"Alright, then. Thank you, Grace," Levi said, sounding deeply grateful.

After hanging up, you found your heart beating faster. The call had gone well. Not only had you connected with the locket's owner, but you also had an opportunity to meet him. The mystery of the locket was one step closer to being solved, and you couldn't help the thrill of anticipation that rushed through you.

***

As the day came to a close, Aunt Lucinda locked the door to the shop, her face aglow with the satisfaction of another day well spent among her beloved antiques. Turning to you, her expression turned serious.

"Promise me you'll be safe, Grace," she said, her voice laced with worry. "It's getting dark and you're heading towards the woods."

You nodded, understanding her concern. "Don't worry, Aunt Lucinda. I'm just dropping off the locket. I'll call you when I get back, alright?"

Lucinda seemed somewhat relieved by your reassurances. "Alright, then. Remember, safety first."

You both walked to your respective cars parked by the shop. As Lucinda drove away, you pulled out your phone to check the address Levi had texted you. It wasn't too far - a house located on the outskirts of town, close to the woods.

As you started your car and began driving, a sense of excitement fluttered in your stomach. This wasn't just about returning a locket anymore. It was about the mystery behind it, the intriguing woman in the portrait, and, now, meeting the man who had unintentionally set you off on this journey - Levi.

The sun was setting as you drove towards the address, casting long shadows across the quiet town. The anticipation of the meeting ahead tingled at the back of your mind. Who was Levi, really? How did the locket come into his possession? What was the story behind the peculiar eyes of the woman in the portrait?

Lost in thought, you didn't realise how quickly time passed until you saw the woods approaching in the distance.

As you followed the winding road towards Levi's address, you noticed how the hustle of the town gradually faded into a serene quiet, replaced by the lush green canopy of the woods. After a few more turns, you arrived at the edge of the road where a quaint cabin-like cottage was nestled.

It was a picturesque sight. The house was an inviting mix of warm wood and weathered stone, framed by tall trees and a carpet of greenery. Wildflowers in a myriad of colours dotted the front yard, blending with climbing vines that adorned the walls and window sills of the cottage. The setting sun cast a soft golden glow over the scene, making the cottage look like a picture straight out of a fairytale.

Feeling an undeniable charm emanating from the place, you got out of your car, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of the woods. The locket, carefully wrapped and tucked into your bag, seemed to thrum with an unspoken story.

Climbing from the car and approaching the door, you pressed the doorbell. The sound echoed slightly inside, followed by a bit of scuffle. A bark followed, high-pitched and excited. Then, the door swung open just as a small corgi rushed past, tail wagging furiously as it sniffed at your feet in enthusiastic greeting.

Standing in the doorway was Levi. He looked just as Aunt Lucinda had described - tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a lanky yet muscular build. There was a rugged handsomeness about him that you hadn't quite expected.

"Hey," he said, his country accent stronger in person. He flashed an awkward, slightly nervous smile. His eyes, shadows by that dark, messy hair, seemed to hold a hint of surprise, probably at the sight of the corgi greeting a stranger with such affection.

"Sorry about Annalise," Levi said, scratching the back of his head. "She's not usually this excitable around strangers. She must like you."

Annalise, the corgi, wagged her tail in agreement, her tongue lolling out happily. You couldn't help but grin at her, reaching down to pet her fluffy head.

Levi's presence was indeed intimidating, his tall frame looming over you. Yet, you noticed how he seemed to be trying to make himself smaller, almost as if he was aware of the effect he had. This made you feel slightly better, easing the unusual shyness that had taken hold of you.

"I have your locket," you said, regretfully tearing your hand away from Annalise to pull out the small package from your bag.

His eyes lit up with relief as he took the locket, cradling it gently in his hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "Thanks. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "It's no problem, Levi. I'm glad I could help."

Just as you were about to turn and leave, Annalise decided she wasn't ready to say goodbye. She started barking at your feet, running circles around you.

Levi chuckled, his laugh a low, rich sound. "Looks like Annalise won't let you leave just yet. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

The invitation was unexpected. Yet, the warmth of the cottage and the prospect of spending more time with Levi (and Annalise) felt inviting.

"That sounds lovely," you agreed, a small thrill of excitement coursing through you.

Stepping into Levi's cottage, you were instantly struck by the warm, inviting atmosphere. The place was filled with charming antiques, each holding their own piece of history. Levi, despite his obvious awkwardness, exuded a genuine kindness that made you feel at ease.

He led you to a small kitchen at the front of the house, his strides long yet unhurried. The kitchen was a pleasant mix of modern appliances and vintage decor. Antique spice racks lined the walls, holding an assortment of colourful jars. A vintage kettle whistled gently on the stove, next to a set of ceramic mugs that looked like they were from the Victorian era. A charmingly old wooden clock ticked away peacefully on the wall.

Unable to resist, you admired the antique items openly. "These are lovely," you murmured, reaching out to gently touch the ceramic mugs. "They're definitely Victorian, perhaps even from the aesthetic movement."

Levi looked surprised at your knowledge. "You know your stuff," he said, sounding impressed.

You shrugged modestly, a shy smile playing on your lips. "I guess working at an antique shop has its perks."

Throughout the exchange, Annalise followed closely at your heels, her tail wagging non-stop. It wasn't until you sat down at the small kitchen table that she seemed to calm down. Bending down, you ran your fingers through her fur, her eyes closing in contentment at the attention.

While Levi attended to the coffee, your eyes wandered around the kitchen, coming to rest on a collection of family photographs hung on the wall above the table. The black and white images depicted moments from a time gone by, telling a story that spanned generations.

The first photograph that caught your eye was one of a man and a woman. The woman was immediately recognisable – the same striking features from the locket, but she was years younger.Oddly, her eyes were normal in this photo. She was standing close to a man, presumably her husband, both happy and in love.

The second photograph was a group picture featuring a much younger Levi, flanked by his parents and grandparents. Even as a child, his striking blue eyes stood out. The older woman, his grandmother, shared the same unique eyes.

A third photograph showed a larger group - Levi along with multiple brothers and sisters. You studied each face, noting how most of them had normal eyes, except for Levi, his grandmother, and one of his sisters. You felt a strange chill run up your spine as you realised their eyes resembled those of the woman in the locket.

Your gaze lingered on the photographs, a whirlwind of thoughts running through your head. What was the significance of those distinctive eyes? And why did only a few family members have them?

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when Levi placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. "Hope you like it," he said, his voice pulling you back to the present.

"I'm sure I will," you replied, turning your attention back to him. Yet, you knew that the mystery behind those unique eyes and the intriguing family photographs was far from being solved.

As you both settled at the kitchen table with your mugs of coffee, the conversation began to flow more naturally. Levi asked about your work at the antique shop, his questions revealing a genuine interest.

"I can't apologise enough for the hassle," he said, running a hand through his dark hair. "The locket wasn't meant to be in that box I sold to the shop."

"It's no hassle at all, Levi," you assured him, your gaze wandering back to the photographs above the table. "I was happy to come out here. Plus, I got to meet Annalise," you added with a smile, looking down at the corgi snoozing contently at your feet.

His lips quirked up into a shy smile, his blue eyes softening. "I'm glad you like her. She certainly likes you."

Changing the subject, you started to talk about his home. "Your house is beautiful. I love all the antiques you've collected; but isn't it difficult living this far out of town?" you asked, recalling the lack of a car outside.

"I manage," he replied with a shrug. "I get most things delivered, and I enjoy the quiet of the woods. And I..." He paused, seeming to consider his words. "I don't drive."

That surprised you. "Really? That's unusual."

Levi nodded, a bit of discomfort crossing his face. "I guess you could say I'm a bit of a shut-in. I prefer it this way." He quickly added, "it's not something I like to discuss."

Your curiosity was piqued, but you respected his privacy. Instead, you took another sip of your coffee, savouring the rich flavour. Meanwhile, a myriad of questions swirled around in your head – about the locket, Levi's family, his reclusive lifestyle, and those unique, piercing blue eyes.

After you finished your coffee, you checked the time and realised how late it had gotten. "I should probably head back, it's getting late," you said, standing up from the table.

As you declared your intention to leave, a soft lull fell over the room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather a peaceful one, filled with the quiet ticking of the antique clock and the soft whistling of the wind outside.

"Of course," Levi nodded, his voice understanding, as he moved to lead you to the door.

Annalise, roused herself from her nap, tail wagging as she followed the pair of you.

Reaching the door, you could feel Levi's eyes on you, as if he was grappling with something. The slight furrow of his brows and the way his lips pressed together in thought hinted at an internal debate. Not wanting to rush him, you simply waited, your fingers brushing against the worn texture of the door.

"Grace?" he finally said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "I... um, I was wondering... would you like to come by again? Maybe for another cup of coffee?" His words hung in the air, filled with hope and a little bit of uncertainty.

You felt a warm smile spread across your face at his words. Teasingly, you said, "That’s unexpected, especially from a self-proclaimed shut in." Your heart fluttered at the sight of a faint blush creeping up his neck, his blue eyes dropping to the floor in slight embarrassment.

"Well," he started, lifting his gaze back to meet yours, the blush still evident on his cheeks, "I am usually a shut-in; but, I think... I'd like to get to know you better, Grace."

The honesty in his words brought a sense of warmth to your heart. His confession, the awkwardness of it all, felt so genuine, so raw that it was endearing. His company had been a source of comfort to you tonight, in ways you hadn't anticipated.

"I'd like that too, Levi," you found yourself saying, the words coming out much easier than you thought they would. His face brightened up at your acceptance, a beautiful smile that reached his eyes, making them twinkle in the dimly lit room.

With a contented sigh, you stepped out into the cool night air, a sense of tranquillity washing over you. As you turned to wave him a final goodbye, you realised how fondly you were already thinking of Levi, this enigmatic man with a locket and a secret.

The drive back home was filled with thoughts of him and his charming little cottage, the locket, and those fascinating blue eyes. You found yourself already anticipating your next visit, wondering what other secrets and stories were waiting to unfold.

***

Over the next month, life took on a rhythm. The antique shop kept you busy, and the free time you had was mostly spent with Levi. Aunt Lucinda, ever the matchmaker, teased you constantly about your budding relationship, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your time with Levi was usually spent at his cottage by the woods. He would show you his antique collection, each piece with a story to tell. Evenings were reserved for 'bad horror movie nights' - just the two of you curled up on his old, comfortable couch with a pile of snacks, laughing at the ridiculous plot lines and cheesy effects.

But amidst all the comfort and laughter, something was gnawing at the back of your mind - the picture in the locket and Levi's eyes. Every now and then, you'd find yourself looking at him, studying his face, trying to catch a glimpse of those odd, slanted pupils that you'd seen in the photograph.

One evening, you found yourself back on Levi's couch, beer in hand and a rather terrible werewolf movie playing on the screen.

As the moonlight filtered through the window, it hit Levi's face at an angle. For a brief second, you saw his pupils shift, resembling the ones in the picture. It was brief, but it was there.

Surprised, you turned to him. "Levi," you started, your voice cautious, "your eyes... they just..."

He seemed to understand what you were about to say, because he turned his face away from you, hiding his eyes in the shadow. The action felt heavy, like there was more to it than just a simple reflex.

The room went silent except for the terrible movie continuing to play in the background. You felt a flurry of emotions - surprise, concern, but above all, a growing curiosity. This man, who you had grown so fond of, had a secret. And you found yourself wanting to know what it was.

You watched Levi, the way his broad shoulders stiffened and his posture closed off. His face was turned away from you, shadowed and unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable.

You could have let it drop. It would have been easy to return your attention to the movie, to ignore the sudden shift in the room. But looking at him now, the vulnerability he was showing, the shame he was trying so hard to hide, you found you couldn't ignore it.

"Levi," you began gently, turning on the couch to face him. You laid a reassuring hand on his arm, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. "Your great-grandmother had the same eyes in the locket," you continued softly, “and some of your family in the pictures too."

You felt him stiffen slightly at your words. The movie played on, but your focus was on Levi, on coaxing him out of his shell. This wasn't about idle curiosity anymore; you could see that he was genuinely worried, that this secret was something that he held close, something he feared sharing.

"It's okay, Levi," you murmured, your hand moving to gently squeeze his arm. "You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready. I just want you to know that... whatever it is, it doesn't change how I feel about you."

At your words, you felt him relax a bit, his posture losing some of its rigidity. He still didn't meet your eyes, but he turned towards you a bit, a silent acknowledgement of your words.

You waited, giving him the space to process your words, to decide what he wanted to do. There was no pressure here, no judgement, only acceptance and understanding. You hoped Levi could see that, and that, whatever his secret was, he knew he didn't have to bear it alone.

After a pause that felt both too short and too long, Levi turned back to face you. As he did, you found yourself looking into his eyes again. They were different now. His blue eyes, always so captivating, were even brighter now, almost glowing in the dim light of the room. The pupils, the ones that you had only caught glimpses of before, were clear and distinct now - oddly shaped, almost like that of an animal.

Despite the initial surprise, you found yourself drawn to them. There was something wild and beautiful about them, something incredibly captivating. "They're beautiful, Levi," you found yourself saying, your voice almost a whisper.

At your words, he gave a soft, incredulous laugh, his gaze dropping to his hands. "You don't have to say that, you know," he mumbled, clearly not believing you.

“I mean it,” you replied, reaching out to brush a gentle hand across his cheek. “I meant it when I said you don’t have to tell me anything, too.”

“You deserve to know.” Taking a deep breath, as if steeling himself, Levi began to explain. "I'm not... entirely human," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Neither is any of my family. It all started with my great-grandmother. She was bitten by a werewolf."

His words hung in the air between you two. The idea, the reality of it, felt both strange and incredible at the same time. You had seen werewolves on the big screen, read about them in books, but the concept of them being real, of Levi being one, was something you had never imagined. Yet somehow… you believed him.

"It’s not like the movies," he continued, his gaze back on you, eyes glowing intensely. "It wasn't a curse. It became a part of her, a part of us. It runs in the family, you see. Some of us, like me, we have...traits we struggle to hide even in human form."

The confession hung in the air, his words wrapping around you like a cocoon, leaving the two of you in this intimate bubble of shared secrets and raw honesty. Despite the strange revelations, you found yourself comforted by his words, by his trust in sharing such a secret with you.

Your hand found its way back to his arm, squeezing gently in reassurance. "Levi," you said softly, "It's okay. I understand. And it really doesn't change how I feel about you."

Levi seemed to crumble at your words, his gaze dropping to where your hand rested on his arm. The glow in his eyes seemed to flicker like a dying flame, disbelief clear on his face.

Levi looked down at your hand resting on his arm. "Grace, it's more than just the eyes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed, a look of determination crossing his face. "Every month, I transform. It's painful, terrifying. My body shifts, bones snap, I’m not me anymore."

His words hung in the air, the room growing quiet except for the soft hum of the movie playing in the background.

"And it's not just the transformations. It's every day. Trying to keep my eyes normal in public. Trying to hide who I am."

He looked away, his hands clenching into fists. "It's why I moved out here. Away from everyone. It's easier to hide. Easier than seeing the stares, the questions."

Levi's words trailed off, his eyes distant. "I've lost so many friends...relationships...all because I couldn't hide who I am. I didn't want to put anyone else through that."

It was a self-sabotage, an attempt to push you away. But you didn't budge.

Before he could continue, you leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. It was a simple, comforting kiss. A way to tell him without words that you weren't scared. That you were here, that you understood. And that his secret, his true self, didn't change how you felt about him.

You pulled back, a soft smile playing on your lips. Levi sat there, still as a statue, his eyes wide with surprise. His bright blue irises, now faintly glowing with their animalistic slant, stared back at you. It was as if he was struggling to comprehend what just happened, unable to believe that you hadn't fled.

The silence in the room was palpable, the only sound being the muted movie playing in the background, creating an intimate bubble around you both. And then, after what felt like an eternity, Levi's eyes softened. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned in and met your lips again.

This kiss was different. It started off gentle, mirroring the softness of your initial touch. His lips moved against yours, timid at first but growing bolder with every second. It was sweet and chaste, a mere taste of the affection you'd come to share.

His kiss grew desperate, his hands reaching up to gently cradle your face. He kissed you with an intensity that left you breathless, a raw hunger laced with a hint of vulnerability. His fingers tangled into your hair, holding you closer, as if afraid you'd slip away if he let you go.

It hit you then. The desperation, the raw need, it was a reflection of his isolation, his loneliness. He had been deprived of this – of closeness, of acceptance, of love – for so long. This realisation made your heart ache for him, made your resolve to stick by him even stronger.

As you returned his kiss with equal fervour, you hoped that he could feel it too, feel your promise. That you were here, and you were here to stay.

Pulling back, Levi looked at you, his eyes wide and questioning. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a hope mixed with fear. He was waiting for something, seeking some form of assurance.

You realised he needed to hear it, to know that you weren't just going along with this, that you genuinely wanted this. So you took his face in your hands, locking eyes with him, and poured out your heart.

"I want you to know something, Levi," you began, your voice steady and clear. "I'm not here because I feel sorry for you. I'm not here because I think you need saving. I'm here because...because I care for you."

There it was, plain and simple. You watched as Levi's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief flooding his features.

"I like you for you," you continued, your hands moving to gently cup his jaw. "You're kind, you're intelligent, and you're incredibly sweet. Yes, you're a werewolf, and it's a big part of who you are - but it's not all you are."

You paused, letting your words sink in, watching as Levi's eyes flickered with an array of emotions.

"I'm curious, yes," you admitted, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. "That's because I want to know you, all of you. I want you to feel comfortable sharing your life with me, whenever you're ready."

His eyes searched yours for a long moment, perhaps seeking any sign of deceit. But all he would find was honesty, warmth, and an affection that had been blossoming since that first meeting at his front door.

"I want this, Levi," you said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I want you. We can take this at your pace, alright?"

His eyes held yours for a moment longer before something seemed to shift within him. His shoulders relaxed, and a soft sigh of relief escaped his lips. "You know," he murmured, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. "I've wanted this since that first cup of coffee we had together."

His words hung in the air, and you felt a surge of warmth rush through you. This wasn't one-sided, he felt this too. His confession added another layer of intimacy to this moment, a shared understanding, a shared want.

"I've spent so long hiding..." he trailed off, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "It feels good not to. With you."

His words were like a balm, soothing any lingering doubts you may have had. You saw a spark in his eyes then, a glimpse of the man he was beneath the secret he had been forced to carry alone. There was a newfound confidence in his gaze, a certainty that hadn't been there before.

Before you could respond, he was leaning in, capturing your lips with his once again. This kiss was different, though. It was a promise, a claim. It was Levi, without the fears, without the reservations. It was pure, unadulterated emotion, and you found yourself lost in the sweetness of the moment.

The world outside ceased to exist as you melted into each other, the taste of his kiss the only thing that mattered. The whispers of doubts and the uncertainty of the future faded away. For now, it was just you and Levi, wrapped up in each other, lost in the beauty of this shared intimacy.

[goommh]

Robin Cardieux

HEY IS THERE A FAN OR ANYTHING IN HERE?

The air in the room was more alike a liquid, warmed and congealed by the harsh gray walls. A sweaty detective choked on his breath and coughed as he made eye contact with the stale, stained woman across from him. A clock ticked steadily above.

"A-hem. Ah, excuse me. Swallowed wrong." The detective wiped a glob of spit from his mouth, opting to move his gaze away from the glossy eyes of the woman and onto the small folder lying on the desk. He tapped a callused forefinger down on the corner of a weathered photo. A small-mouthed potter stared into the camera with hollow cheeks and pained, narrow eyes, poorly feigning a smile. The divorce hit hard, and her own children requesting that she not get custody hit even harder; she spent the last short months of her life alone in a three-bedroom house. Easy pickings. "Do you recognize the woman in this photo? Robin Cardieux?"

"No. Not at all."

SSAHAHA, SERIOUSLY, CHILL OUT BEFORE I BOIL ALIVE.

"Now, are you really sure, she's not familiar at all?" The detective's speech was quick and unbroken, like he was afraid if he stopped to breathe, the world would explode. "Because see the necklace she's wearing here in this photo, this silver locket here, her family said it was made out of her grandmother's wedding ring, custom made, and it went missing after she died. You understand, the family's been looking for that locket, and see, someone'd seen you wearing a locket just like it earlier today, infact we believe you may have it on your person right at this moment..."

But his rambling words went in one ear and out the other, as a much bolder, more obnoxious voice overtook it:

AH, FOOL! HEY, HEY I TOLD YOU, DIDN'T I! I TOLD YOU NOT TO WEAR IT! YOU NEVER EVER LISTEN TO ME!

Be quiet! You're making this difficult!

IT WOULDN'T BE SO DIFFICULT IF YOU'D LISTENED TO ME. AND IF YOU FREAKED THE FUCK IN.

Goddamn it, just shut up!

"Amelia?" The detective held her in place with a cautious stare.

"Oh. Yes. What was the question?" Amelia rubbed her eyes. They itched fiercely; a burning, seeping itch which crept like a vine from her tear ducts into the depths of her eye socket.

He tapped the photograph once more, one brow raised. "Are you at this moment in possession of the locket in the picture here?"

"Uh, no."

STUPID. HAHAHA! STUPID.

You aren't helping, asshole! Just let me– A gag caught Amelia's throat, ripping out an awful grinding noise. A loud voice followed, familiar but not quite right: "WELL – actually yes, yes we are. Yes I am." The speech paused. For suspense, of course. Then suddenly it got quiet, faux secretive. "But... it wasn't mine. I bought it off a man. Yes I did, Aric, his name was, Aric MacCailum, over the Internet -- he met me on a dark, lonely street corner for the purchase!" As she spoke, the detective reached for his clipboard, sighing in relief at the excuse to stop looking into those strange, vitric eyes.

Amelia leaned back, satisfied, as he wrote. It was worth it to lose her next researched victim in order to get out of this. Subtly she moved a hand to her mouth, covering up a deep, shuddering groan which bubbled up through her throat. "Ye-.. Yes siree. That is what happened." 

"Aric MacCailum... Alright, do you have any records of this interaction happening?" He glanced back up with a skeptical crook in his brow, aiming at the bridge of her nose. "Text messages, phone calls, E-Mails?" He circled his hand slowly as he spoke, casting out the words. "Do you have the address where this occurred?" 

But Amelia's gaze in return seemed quieter, out of breath. Her chest spluttered like a faulty engine. "No, no. He told me to delete everything and pay in- in cash. He wou- wouldn't.." She suddenly doubled over, pressing a hand firmly against her mouth as she began to retch. A fowl dark-red liquid burst from her nose, splattering against the table.

HEY SHOVE IT! I'M TRYING TO GET US OUT OF THIS!

No, it's not working! You can't just take over my body whenever you feel like it! Give it back!

NO, NO! YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING!

The wavering figure jerked explosively forwards, jamming her tensed lips into her elbow to hold back the barrage of vomit. Rotten blood filled her sinuses and streamed down her arm onto the white concrete floor, soon joined by a steady flow seeping from her eyes. The detective startled and leapt out of his chair, pulling a radio from his belt. "Shit -- Hey, we need medical!"

AGH, FINE, FINE! IF YOU WANNA BE SO IMPOSSIBLE...

A shadow moved behind Amelia's vision, blotting out all but a few blurry spots of light. She suddenly had a feeling like somebody had grabbed her neck and was wringing it like a wet washcloth. She tried to gasp for breath but was only met with an audible wet click as her throat sealed shut. In the distance as her consciousness faltered, she could hear a door opening, men shouting instructions, the thump of her body hitting the floor...

---

The air was thick like a blanket, like a stolen breath, and filled with a soft, constant chirp; gentle as a bird's wing but an alarm nevertheless. Cold, velvet-lined sheets covered a stiff but cozy bed which emitted the scent of sterility, chemicalistic and sharper than a scream--

HEY HEY WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD. THIS IS OUR CHANCE!

--A metallic conditioned breeze blanketed the room with faux-safety, faux-comfort, like a child's worn quilt, sewn by a neighbor; by the time she realizes the work that went into it, she'll have run out of time to meet its maker. The darkness too was familiar, though less nostalgic and more--

OH CUT THE NARRATION. THEY'LL BE BACK SOON.

Jesus, good morning. Amelia lay frozen, letting her mind catch up with her reality. Something felt wrong. She blinked, then scowled. Six, move your ass over. I can't see.

OH SHIT.

The shadow shifted out of her vision, flooding her already opened eyes with a blaring light. She squinted up and around at the bleach-white walls, blank except for a standard analog clock and a framed picture of a landscape. Her head creaked as it shifted around. Every time she moved her eyes, it felt like something ripped behind them. Breathe in, breathe out. The room was calm. We are in a hospital.

SSSAHAHA, YES!

You sent me to a hospital.

WELL, I SENT US TO A HOSPITAL. BUT YES.

WE ARE ALREADY IN TROUBLE WITH THE COPS.

YES WE ARE! SO GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP SO WE CAN LEAVE.

Amelia dragged herself slowly into a sitting position, head lagging about a foot behind the rest of her. Her vision fluctuated between painfully clear and completely blurred, eventually settling on a sharp, shiny fog. Hearing wasn't much better. Every extremity felt cold and numb. Something tugged at her arm; she yanked it out without looking, and winced as the tape pulled out some hairs. A red bead grew and rolled into the crook of her elbow.

STUPID! YOU'RE GONNA PASS OUT AGAIN IF YOU LET THAT BLEED.

No I'm not. Did I really bleed that much?

YOU WERE LEAKING LIKE AN IDIOT. OH, AND GUESS WHAT: THEY DEFINITELY GOT A BLOOD SAMPLE. FURTHERMORE: IT DEFINITELY MATCHES THE SAMPLE THEY ALREADY HAD. 

I'm sorry, and who's fault was that?

YOURS. IT WAS YOUR FAULT. I HAD IT HANDLED!

She gritted her teeth and pressed her weak, blue fingers against the new hole in her forearm. It stung. Not a feeling she was unfamiliar with. The floor tilted and swayed like stormy waters as she swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Her head launched forwards, threatening to throw her onto the ground; she drove her feet into the tile flooring to keep herself upright. We need to get out of here, she grumbled. Now. As far away as we can.

OOH, FINALLY, FINALLY! IT SUCKS SHIT HERE. TAKE ME TO DUNCAN, I WANNA SEE THE TRAIN.

Amelia hummed, thinking. Not a bad idea. We still need to visit that library anyways. She sucked a deep breath in through her teeth and straightened her spine, bracing her arms back on the sheets. Something cracked in her back, a deep, wet sound that made her cringe. Her elbows faltered as she lifted herself up, sending her back to the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. Give me a kick.

SEHEHE, GLADLY!

She relaxed her shoulders and tried to force her mind blank, feeling something fade away inside. A calm immediately returned to her brain, something she hadn't felt since she worked at the library. She rested her arms loosely on her lap and breathed deeply, using only enough energy to keep herself from falling. It never worked if she was tensed for it, or if she--

Suddenly it felt as if somebody had bitten through her brain stem. Razor sharp pain radiated from the core of her head. She surged forwards off the bed and towards the window. Half-running, half-falling, she hit the sill hard. With shaking hands and mosaic vision, she fumbled open the lock on the frame and shoved it open with an exciting pop. Rushing under the adrenaline, she lifted herself trembling into the window, and then through it.

[silvergolddraco28]

Suppressed 3

Heartbreak

MK paced the dojo glancing at the clock and the sky, taking note that the sun was slowly starting to come out from being the mountains. ‘Where is he?’

Mei yawned, watching her friend fret. “MK, he’s going to be fine. You gotta chill.”

“I’m really worried, Mei... You saw that rogue clone! He took the staff right out of my hands like I was a child playing with a stick!” MK gestured rapidly to the older girl.

Mei huffed, pushing herself off the couch and over to the other teen. She tossed an arm over his shoulder and pulled him into a half hug. “Macaque is going to be fine . He’s fought the Monkey King before and lived. Right now he’s just sneaking around. Our Emo Monkey is good at that.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Dragon Girl.” Macaque chuckled as he popped out of the shadows. He grunted as MK threw himself at him.

“Easy Kid. I'm a little sore.” Macaque allowed the teen to hold him before he was dragged to the couch. As the teens began to chatter about what to eat for breakfast, Macaque opened his hand holding the large marble-sized pearl in his fingers. The pearl gave a soft glow before its images shone down to the table like a projection.

“What’s that?” MK asked, clinging to the monkey’s arm.

Mei tilted her head, eye lighting up. “Is that like some sort of magical projector?” She practically half climbed onto MK for a closer look.

“One of Wukong’s memories,” Macaque replied. The trio watched as the pearl began the memory from the beginning showing everything from Wukong’s perspective.

“This looks like it took place after the journey but before the fight with DBK,” MK noted the clothing Wukong wore. “Why does that look like something you’d wear Macaque?” the teen asked. It was odd seeing his mentor dressed in a dark purple tunic-like shirt with sleeves, black loose fitting pants, simple black shoes, and a blood-red scarf around his neck with his nose buried in the material. He looked to have just finished crying recently from the way his eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

“…cause those are my clothes.” The immortal’s voice came out small and lost. Amber eyes were locked onto the small orb, tracing the form of the younger king.

“Why does he have your clothes?” Mei asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know...” Macaque trailed off as Wukong moved his hand behind him and knocked on the wood, turning his head to partially look at his shadow. The younger King in the memory began to speak.

“I know it's been a while, Mihou... Sorry I haven't talked to you, but I haven't really done anything worth telling the past few moons. I was able to find some of your clothes. I put them in a special chest that should keep them from being eaten by time along with some of your puppets...” Memory Wukong softly rambled to his shadow.

MK turned to the monkey. “Mihou?”

“That’s what the Shade thing kept calling you.” Mei realized, eyes wide.

“I don’t use that name anymore.” Macaque mumbled, unable to tear his eyes from the memory. His brows furrowed as he watched, conflicted. ‘It hurts too much to hear that name.’

MK narrowed his eyes before snapping his fingers. “Liu’er Mihou! That's where I've heard it before!”

Macaque visibly flinched before glaring at the kid. “I don’t use that name anymore.”

“Why?” Mei asked, glancing back down at the memory of Wukong talking to his shadow.

MK cringed. “Mei... I think we're dead naming Macaque....” MK said, elbowing her side.

“Oh....” Mei gave an apologetic smile scratching the back of her head. “Sorry.”

Macaque simply sighed before refocusing on the memory. ‘I suppose dying does make that technically a dead name.’

“I know you always wanted cubs Mihou... I... I know of a way...” Memory Wukong trailed off reaching under the scarf for a silver locket, opening it to reveal a lock of white fur. “I just hope this will be enough.”

Macaque’s attention snapped back to the pearl. “What?” He whispered, claws digging into the couch.

Mei and MK gave each other confused looks.

“Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?” Mei questioned MK.

“Well, in the legends it mentioned there was a special river that could get anyone pregnant just by drinking its waters. The pregnancy was for a few days at max I think.” MK stated, brows furrowed.

Macaque ignored them, heart racing. “He didn’t….” The old warrior covered his mouth, fighting back an unexpected wave of tears as grief and longing welled up in his heart.

Memory Wukong stood tucking the locket back into the scarf as his form changed. Golden fur became long shiny silver locks tied up in braids, golden eyes became dark purple with golden flecks, cream skin turned a semi dark shade of tan his tail fading behind the drastic changes while a set of silver earnings hung from his ears shaped just like the very moon. Memory Wukong thoroughly checked the ‘illusion’ having a satisfied smile. “At least one good thing came out of being able to shape shift... The cub will take after you... I’ll make sure they know their mother is you and you alone my shadow...” Memory Wukong softly spoke with a determined look in his eyes.

Macaque choked back a sob, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Wukong, you fucking idiot .” Mei and MK’s jaws went slack.

“God damn, Monkey King looks hot like that...” Mei gaped, eyes wide.

“Why would he? He-I don’t-why?” Macaque shook his head, ears folding back. “Why didn’t he ever say anything?” His voice broke as he took in his old appearance. His silver fur that was now tainted and hidden.

“Mei!” MK hissed, pulling her close to him. “I think we might be missing something kinda important and now is not the time!”

“Oh come on Mk! You're thinking the same thing!” Mei countered.

Movement caught their attention as the Memory Wukong left the shack he called home glancing back before holding out a hand. He seemed to grip something before twisting it slightly, opening a small portion creating a small silver doorway before heading inside. He made a fast track through a massive palace looking for something before he came to a single door with a moon carved into its face. Gently he opened the door looking side the semi-messy room littered with notes on rune magic and prototype puppets hanging on the walls. Memory Wukong entered the room heading directly to the nest-like bed in the center. With a determined look, he dug in the pillows before making a sound of victory. He had pulled out a soft-looking beep purple blanket covered in little moons. “Perfect.” Memory Wukong smiled before leaving the room, gently closing the door behind him before calling his cloud.

Macaque cradled the pearl close, disbelieving eyes following the shifted form of the king.

“Who’s room is that?” Mei loudly whispered to the other teen.

MK gripped her shoulders and very seriously whispered back. “The hero and the warrior were like the Sun and the Moon.” He very purposefully jerked his head towards Macaque and her eyes grew wide.

“I'm shutting up...” Mei clamped her mouth shut as past Wukong let the cloud drop him off in a nearby clearing.

”The river should be a bit of a walk from here... Better get moving.” Memory Wukong began the trek easily, quickly making his way to the water.

Macaque shook his head. “This is crazy. He couldn’t have. He would have told me.” His fingers trembled around the pearl. “He knew how much it meant to me.” The warrior jerked back to the present as MK placed a hand on his shoulder. The boy frowned, squeezing the monkey’s shoulder in a comforting manner. His breath hitched and he almost seemed to plead with the kid. “He wouldn’t keep this from me. Not this.”

“Macaque... I don't think it worked .” Mk softly stated, biting his lip.

The scene swiftly changed to Memory Wukong bowing to the women of the river asking questions while getting answers before being handed a bowl. He pulled out the locket from his neck, opened it, and took out the silver lock to drop in the water. The water glowed before turning as black as night with specks of silver and gold. Wukong gently picked up the bowl and gulped down the liquid making a face when he finished it. The women cheered while the younger women congratulated him before one of the older women took him aside.

”Child... What you are doing is the first of its kind even to our people. There is a great possibility the babe will be stillborn or be born too early to safely stay alive.” the elder gently warned Wukong of the risks.

“I have to try. ” Memory Wukong told her, eyes watering. “ I miss him.”

A wounded noise escaped the warrior. “ Wukong… .” Macaque clutched his scarf as tears started to trail down his cheeks. Oh, Sunshine. Why didn’t you tell me? Mei somberly moved over to the other side of the simian, giving him a side hug.

Time went forward with Wukong’s stomach becoming heavy with a cub... Until something went horribly wrong. Wukong was doubled over in obvious pain, blood leaking from his stomach. ”Quickly help me rest him near a tree! The babe is coming early!”

Macaque silently wept as the memory continued, eyes never leaving the form of the man he loves and the child he never learned of. ’No… no please no!’

”She's out! She’s not breathing!”

”The cord wrapped around her throat... She’s stillborn... I'm sorry child.” the elder stated to utterly exhausted Memory Wukong looking at the small child with bloody tears. Gently he cradled the cooling body of the infant and simply let out cries of grief and utter despair. The purple blanket with little moons slowly becoming red with blood. The pearl started to grow foggy, becoming unclear with echoes of the king’s mourning cries.

The two teens had buried their faces in his scarf as the king’s shadow wailed. Mei hugged the warrior firmly, rubbing circles on his back. MK just cried into his shoulder holding him steady.

Macaque chucked the pearl away from him and dropped his head into his hands with a broken sob. The two teenagers just held him as he fell apart. He wept quietly, but fiercely. His whole body trembling as waves of grief and guilt wracked his form.

Once Macaque was completely cried out both teens gently laid him down to sleep off the revelation. Tucking a spare blanket over the ebony monkey before retreating to the kitchen. Mk paced around the small kitchen chewing on his nails while he thought.

“Monkey King had a stillbirth... He never told anyone about it and no one ever found out since he went shape-shifted as someone else...” MK groaned flipping into a seat. “I feel hungry, but seeing that pearl just made my appetite vanish.” The teenager muttered to the dragon heiress typing frantically on her phone. MK sniffled, turning to face the girl. “I hate this. Monkey King is out there stuck with some twisted version of himself. Macaque just cried himself to sleep. And we are stuck here.”

“MK, we aren’t exactly powerful enough to fight Monkey King toe to toe, much less this warped version of him... But this warped version seems to have some weaknesses.” Mei pointed out, wrapping an arm around the young man.

MK glanced at her, brows furrowed. “Weaknesses?”

“He’s got a scatterbrain attention span, plus I don't think he can read modern Chinese.” The older teen explained.

MK snorted. “Powerful demon. Can’t read. L.”

“Tag and reblog!” Mei cackled. “Anyway, I ordered food to be brought here, hope you like American style breakfast MK.”

MK huffed, dropping his face onto the small table. “…thanks, Mei.”

“Welcome.... You think Macaque will be alright with pancakes? I don't think I've seen him eat anything but noodles and fruit.” Mei genuinely asked, turning back to her friend.

MK shrugged. “Fruit pancakes? He might like blueberry pancakes. I know Monkey King is a vegetarian, but I don’t know about Macaque.”

“With those teeth?! Get real MK, they are carnivores like RedBoy.”

MK sat up. “Monkey King is still Buddhist. I saw him use those teeth to bite into a coconut, Mei. A coconut!”

“Those are really hard to open.” Mei stated, amused at her friend’s exaggerated horror.

“I know we’ve seen him like crush mountains and all that, but it still scared the shit out of me.” MK shuddered. “Anyway, how long do you think we should let Macaque sleep? I feel bad about waking him up but….”

“Let's wait until the food comes. Then see if we can wake him up but if he sleeps anything like Monkey King nothing short of a bomb going off will wake him.” Mei shrugged.

“Gee. I hope not.” MK sighed, dropping his head onto the table. “I want a nap.”

“Why not go snuggle on the couch with Macaque then? Pretty sure monkeys socilize through cuddling.”

MK considered it. “Would that be rude? Eh. Whatever. He’s somehow more physically affectionate than Monkey King. It’ll probably be fiiiine.” He stood up with a yawn and smiled over at his friend. “Are you okay being awake by yourself?”

“I’ll be fine Mk. Not the first time I've had to wait for food.” Mei replied.

“Okay.” He gave her a quick hug. “Wake me up when the food is here.” With another yawn he turned and walked back over to the couch. His heart broke a little at the sight of Macaque curled up into a small ball against the side of the couch. He sighed and slipped under the blanket next to him. Macaque’s tail curled around his arm and pulled him against the monkey’s back. “This is fine.” MK mumbled, already starting to fall asleep.

“Thanks, kiddo.” A quiet whisper caught the teen’s attention. MK just hugged the monkey tighter and fell asleep.

Here’s my discord user if anyone is interested to chat with me!

silvergolddragon28001

[cherrythepuppet]

Outbreak

TW: Drug mentions, Gun Violence, Cursing, Injuries, Lots and Lots of Violence in general!

Stone and Dante: ZeddyZi

Sora: @small-world-au

Cinnamon: Me

Cinnamon stood behind the bar cleaning some of the glasses and putting them away while Dante was on the phone "Let's talk about this in the morning, okay?" Dante mumbled before hanging up the call and setting the phone down

He turned to Cinnamon and She tilted her head as if to silently ask “You alright?” to which Dante nodded “Just some entitled lady…” He chuckled "Fun day, huh?" Cinnamon asked sarcastically "Yeah… What are you still doin’ up? It's late," Dante told her

Cinnamon looked up at the clock that was over the exit and it read 11:40 PM “It's not that late..” She shrugged “And it's still today” She added setting a glass down then crouching down to grab a hidden box

She turned back to Dante then held out the box for him "Here," she said "What's this?" Dante asked, grabbing the box from her "Your birthday," Cinnamon replied. Dante opened the box, he pulled out a small locket bracelet similar to the one around Cinnamon’s neck

"I didn't really know what to get you so… I figured we could just match?" Cinnamon explained while she watched him examine the locket “I also put our photo in it…” She mumbled as Dante stared at the bracelet

Dante stared at the bracelet for a moment before he put it on his wrist "You like it?" Cinnamon asked "Where did you get the money for this?" Dante asked with a small chuckle "Drugs. I sell hardcore drugs" Cinnamon shrugged

"Oh, good," Dante jokes "You can start helping out with the bills" he added, laughing a bit "Psh- yeah, you wish," Cinnamon laughed before letting out a small yawn ”Alright Cin, You get to bed… I'll finish up” Dante told her

“No, no… I-im fine” Cinnamon muttered but another yawn and Dante quickly scooped her up in his arms as she slowly began falling asleep in his arms, He walked upstairs to the bars second floor where their bedrooms were

He opened her bedroom door and then gently set her down in her bed “Night, Honey…” He smiled slightly giving Cinnamon a small pat on the head before turning and closing the door

ALMOST TWO HOURS LATER…

Cinnamon was awakened to the downstairs phone ringing after letting it ring for a few moments, She sat up in bed and stretched then got up and quietly made her downstairs and saw the phone still ringing

She hesitated before picking it up and answering "Hello?" Cinnamon asked into the phone and then recognized the voice on the other end "Cin!" The voice yelled, "I need you to get Dante on the phone!"

"Sora, what time is it?" Cinnamon asked, but Sora was cut off when the Phone call suddenly disconnected "Sora? Hello?" Cinnamon said into the Phone, Cinnamon sighed as she set the phone back down "Phone's dead," Cinnamon groaned before she started looking around instantly noticing the eerie silence

"Dante?" She called out but no reply as the radio suddenly started playing "It appears that what we initially reported as riots seem to be somehow connected to the nationwide pandemic," the radio spoke

"Dante… Where the heck are you?" Cinnamon frowned. She turned to look at the Radio "We've received reports that victims afflicted with the infection show signs of increased aggression and-" The Radio continued

"That's nearby…" Cinnamon mumbled as she listened leaning closer to the radio. The broadcast was abruptly interrupted by a police officer "We need to move everybody out of here now! There's a gas leak. Hey! Move! Get out of here!"

"There seems to be some commotion coming from behind the…," "Lady, get the hell outta here right-" suddenly the radio broadcast was cut off and there was a loud explosion outside as Cinnamon heard dogs barking

"Uh… what was that?!" Cinnamon asked, now seeming more worried. She looked around and a second explosion went off within the city "Dante?" Cinnamon yelled with a frightened tone. She looked out the front window and saw people running down the street screaming and being tackled

She quickly stepped away from the window and moved a table to barricade the door "Dante!" she screamed as she looked around "What is going on?!" She asked while Three police cars drove past the window causing her to get spooked and turn around to hide behind the bar counter

Cinnamon curled up into a small ball then heard the back door swing open and slam shut “Cin?! Cinnamon?!” She heard Dante shout as he ran into the bar and saw Cinnamon hiding, He quickly crouched down to her and checked her for injuries

"Cin! Are you okay?!" He asked "Yeah, I'm fine," Cinnamon told him before Dante let go of her face as Dante searched the counter for something "Has anyone come in here?" Dante asked while he grabbed a box, He opened the box and pulled out a revolver "No," Cinnamon replied "Who would come in here?"

"Don't go near the doors! Just…" Dante told her as he started loading the revolver "Just stay there!" He finished "Dante, you're kinda freaking me out… What's going on?!" Cinnamon asked, sounding worried

"It's the lady! Something isn't right with her. I think she's sick!" Dante explained "What kind of sick?" Cinnamon asked but Suddenly, a loud bang come from the other side of the front door before whoever or whatever it was began to slam into it

"Dante?!" Cinnamon exclaimed once she saw the table she moved up against the door shift until it was thrown out of the way and the door was soon pushed open and the lady fell to the ground "Jesus! Lady!" Dante yelled as he and Cinnamon both jumped back slightly together "Dante?!" Cinnamon shouted

"Cinnamon! C'mere, c'mere!" Dante said as he pulled Cinnamon behind him. He wielded his revolver as he tried to protect both of them "It's okay…" Cinnamon mumbled to herself in an attempt to calm herself down, but the lady pushed herself off the ground and twitched slightly

"Ma’am!" Dante yelled "Ma’am, stay back!" Dante demanded, but the lady turned to them "Miss, I am warning you!" Dante shouted "Oh, my God…" Cinnamon said with wide eyes as she watched the lady start sprinting towards them. "Don't!" Dante yelled before he shot the lady once, killing her

Both Dante and Cinnamon were silent for a moment. Then Dante rushed Cinnamon out of the bar through the back exit "Go! Go!" he told her grabbing her by her arm pulling her out of the bar and into the alley

He turned then grabbed Cinnamon by the shoulders and whispered, "You shot her…" Cinnamon said, sounding shaken "Cin?" Dante began as Cinnamon was breathing shakily "Listen to me, there is something bad going on! We have got to get outta here! Do you understand me?" Dante said to her, sounding serious

Cinnamon hesitated but nodded with a quiet "Yeah" before the sound of wheels halting to a stop sounded "C'mon…" Dante muttered before He grabs Cinnamon by the hand and quickly heads for the car that

When they get close, they find Stone in a stolen car in the driveway. He gets out and approaches the pair "Where the hell have you been? You have any idea what's going on out there?" Stone asked "I got some notion," Dante grumbled as he pulls Cinnamon towards the car and opens the back door

Sora sat in the backseat of the car and helped Cinnamon into the car but then noticed the blood on Dante’s vest "Holy… You got blood all over you!" Sora exclaimed which Dante ignored at the moment

Cinnamon climbs into the backseat of the car "It ain't mine," Dante said to Sora, "Let's just get outta here." He added "They're saying that half the people in the city have lost their minds," Stone replied while climbing into the driver's seat

"Can we please just go?" Dante asked, getting into the passenger seat "Some sort of parasite or something," Stone continued while he got into the driver's seat as Dante slumped down in his seat

"Hey, Cinnamon, how you holding up?" Sora asked while he turned around to face Cinnamon and Stone reversed out of the street "I'm fine…” Cinnamon mumbled as she brought her knees up to her chest

Stone flipped through the radio stations, only to find no signal "No cellphone! No radio! Yeah, we're doing great!" Stone groaned, sarcastically "They say where to go?" Dante asked "He said, ah…” Sora answered, "Army's putting’ up road blocks on Eight Blocks on the highway. No getting into Travis County," he explained

"That means we need to get the hell out," Dante told Stone, "Take 71" "71, that's where I'm headed," Stone muttered. Soon they arrived at an intersection where a police car drove by and Stone turned right

"Did they say how many are dead?" Cinnamon asked "Probably a lot… Found this one family all mangled inside their house-" Stone was cut off "Stone!" Dante glared at him "Right. Sorry…" Stone said with a sigh

They continue driving and turn left, passing a bloodied car that has crashed into a telephone pole "Jesus Christ, how did this happen?" Dante asked quietly "They have no clue. But we ain't the only part of town. At first they were saying it was just the pier. Now they're going on about the graveyard, the entertainment square…" Sora explained

"Are we sick?" Cinnamon asked, making Dante look at her with worry "No. No, of course not," Dante told her, but Cinnamon didn't sound entirely convinced "How do you know?" She asked "They said it's just us, people in the city. We're good," Sora added while making a turn right at an intersection

“We're fine. Trust me," Dante reassured her "All right…" Cinnamon mumbled. She still didn't sound entirely confident, They approach Highway 71 and begin to drive through it but It's congested due to traffic

Suddenly, they see an ambulance drive past them. It's difficult to move forward, and they wait until the traffic clears But they still find themselves caught in a traffic jam. Suddenly, they hear the whir of a helicopter's blades and see a helicopter fly over

"Oh, this is bad!" Stone yelled "Everyone and their mothers had the same damn idea!" he honked the horn "We could just backtrack and-" Dante begins to say, but he's cut off by the driver of the car in front of them

"Hey, what the f!ck, man? Let's go!" the man yells at the car in front of him

Suddenly a runner runs up from the left and starts attacking the man sitting in the driver's seat in the car in front of them "Holy shit!" Dante yelled as a second runner starts attacking the woman in the passenger seat next to the driver

"Oh my God…" Cinnamon exclaimed while she and Sora both stared in horror, "Stone," Dante said while he began to shake Stone’s shoulder desperately "Stone!" he yelled, trying to grab his attention

Stone, who is stricken with shock, is brought back to reality by Dante yelling "Holy shit!" he responds

He puts the car in reverse and backs up as the two runners chase after the vehicle. One of the runners slams violently into the backseat window but fails to break it. Stone quickly puts the car in drive and drives off onto another street, narrowly escaping the two pursuing infected

"What the fuck just happened?!" Stone exclaimed "What the fuck just happened- did you see that!?" "Yes, I saw it!" Dante yelled back while looking at Stone “Goddamn!" Stone groaned as he takes a deep breath and steers the car towards the left

"Turn here!" Dante says while pointing to the left. Stone turns and finds an RV blocking their way as civilians run through the street. he slows the car down and looks around nervously for a path forward

"Come on, people! Move!" Stone yelled, trying to get the civilians to move out of the way "No, no, no, no, no…" Dante muttered "What are they running from?" Sora asked, sounding nervous "Get us out of here," Dante demanded "I'm trying!" Stone yelled as a civilian bumped into the truck, causing Stone to suddenly hit the brakes

"Oh no," Cinnamon said nervously "We can't stop here!" Dante yelled "I can't fucking drive through 'em!" Stone screamed "Then back up then!" Dante yelled back "They're behind me too!" Stone replied "There!" Dante said while pointing to an opening on the left "Hold on!" Stone told them

Stone successfully steers through the opening and approaches an intersection in town. As they pass through, Sora looks to the left and calls out "Look out!" Almost immediately, a car crashes into the side of the truck. The car flips over and everything goes black…

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Dante slowly began to regain his consciousness "What?" he muttered softly, blinking and looking around as he groggily came to, He saw civilians running for their lives and a Runner attacking the passengers of the car that crashed into them

He looked at Cinnamon and she seemed dazed as she was sitting up in the car, her clothes torn and dirtied. She didn't seem injured, but she looked like she was in shock, Dante had wide eyes as he looked at Cinnamon "Get back, Cin… Get back!" He told Cinnamon, and she did just that

Dante began to kick out the windshield of the truck. He kicked the window three times before it broke and glass shattered everywhere. He kept kicking until the windshield shattered completely, allowing him to break free from the vehicle

Dante slowly climbed out of the truck as civilians ran for their lives, avoiding the Infected around them. Dante stood up and was attacked by a Runner, but he pushed the Runner back

Sora, who had regained consciousness by this time, came to Dante's rescue and knocked the Runner out by striking it with a brick. They looked at each other, and Cinnamon was still seated inside the truck

"Dante?" Cinnamon asked "I'm here, I'm here!" Dante said with a relieved expression on his face. He reached out his hand to Cinnamon, who took it and stood up with him as Sora checked on Stone

"Come on, gimme your hand" Dante added gently Cinnamon grabbed his hand and he assisted her with her balance as she limped "What's wrong?" Dante asked with a concerned look on his face

"My leg hurts…” Cinnamon mumbled "How bad?” Dante asked her “Pretty bad,” Cinnamon replied with a nervous nod "We’re gonna need to run," Sora spoke up which got Dante's attention. "Oh my God…" Dante mumbled, looking at what Sora was looking at. He saw a group of Infected running in their direction

Dante pulled his revolver out from his back pocket and handed it to Stone, "Keep us safe!" he demanded of him. Then he picked up Cinnamon and held her in his arms

Dante carries Cinnamon through the streets of Ramshackle, as Stone leads the way. They see civilians desperately running away and fighting off the Infected. The Infected try to attack the three survivors, but they keep running as quickly as they can

"Dante, I'm scared." Cinnamon told him "Just keep your eyes closed!" Dante responded as Sora occasionally looked behind to make sure the coast was clear. Suddenly, a Runner tackles a man to the ground in front of Stone. he steps back quickly to avoid being attacked "Watch out!" he yelled

The three continue running down the street. They see a car speeding out of control and driving towards the nearby gas station

Cinnamon gasped, but before she could finish her sentence, the car crashed into the fuel pumps, causing a huge explosion. "Oh my God…" she said, staring at the large fire with her mouth wide open

Sora flinched slightly at the explosion but turned to check on the two "Keep running!" he yelled and they continued running, They turned right onto the next street while the road on the left was blocked by fire and flaming people fleeing from a burning building

"Those people are on fire!" Cinnamon exclaimed "Don't look, Cin," Dante told her, and she nodded quickly While They approached a fire truck parked on the road. Stone looked both directions and pointed to an opening on the right side "Over there!" he yelled and they ran as fast as they could to reach the opening

The firetruck was blocking a large mass of Infected that were trying to break free, As they pass through the opening, they hear the crash of two cars hitting each other nearbyIt knocks some civilians down

"We're gonna get outta this, I promise," Dante whispered gently to Cinnamon. They continue running down the street. In front of them, they see a movie theater with a police barricade set up outside, as officers wave civilians into different directions

A car on fire rolls in from the street behind them and crashes into a parked car, causing an explosion "Get back! There's too many of 'em!" Stone yells while waving to the left "This way! Through the alley!" Sora added

The three enter the alley and Sora opens a fence gate, holding it open for Dante and Cinnamon As Dante walks down the alley towards Sora, a nearby Runner attempts to attack him. Dante manages to hold the infected back, but Stone kicks the infected down onto the ground

Then he shoots the infected once in the head with the revolver he got earlier, killing the infected before it could bite them "Goddammit…" Stone mutters "We're almost there. We're almost there…" Dante told Cinnamon gently to try and calm her

They continue running down the alley, which has a fence on the right side. One of the Infected is trying to climb through a small opening in the fence. Sora yells, "They're getting through the fence!" as they run forward towards him "Keep going! Find a way out of here!" he yells at them

Stone runs to the back door of the nearby bar. He opens and holds the door open for them and nods towards the bar door "C'mon! Dante!" he yelled as Dante, Cinnamon, and Sora ran into the bar. Stone attempts to hold the door shut but the arms of some Infected keep him from closing it

He is forced to hold the door shut and faces Dante "Get to the highway!" he yells at him "What?" Sora asked "Go- You got Cinnamon. I can outrun 'em!" Stone explained "Stone?!" Sora exclaimed "I'll meet you there!" Dante yells after some hesitation, He starts running towards the front entrance of the bar and out the door

Stone shouts at him once more "Hurry!" while Dante, Cinnamon, and Sora leave the bar "Dante, we can't leave him!" Sora cried "He's gonna be fine," Dante told him

The three run through the opening in the half-wall and onto a dirt trail that leads to the nearby highway. As they run, the Infected chase them from behind. "We're almost there!" Dante yelled "They're getting closer!" Cinnamon yelled, referring to the Infected chasing them while The sound of a helicopter can be heard in the distance

The trio passes an overturned ambulance and sees another Runner crawling out from underneath it and starts chasing them. They continue running along the dirt path. Suddenly, they hear gunshots and see that the Infected behind them have been shot by bullets. Cinnamon screams

"It's okay! we're safe, we're safe," Dante told her gently. Suddenly, they hear a voice. It's a cop, and he's armed with a rifle and has a mounted light in the distance"Hey! We need help!" Dante called out. The cop demands, "Stop!" "Please, it's my daughter! I think her leg is broken" Dante replied

"Stop right there!" the cop repeated raising his gun at the three making Dante pause "… Okay, we're not sick," Dante told him

"We've got two civilians outside the perimeter, please advise," the cop said into the radio "Dante, what about Stone?" Sora asked Dante "We're gonna get you two to safety and go back for him, Okay?" Dante muttered quietly

"Sir, there's an injured girl-" the cop hesitated "But…" he sighed "Yes, sir," he replied "Listen, buddy, we've just been through hell. Okay, we just need-" Dante was cut off by the cop again

The cop raises his gun and aims it directly at Dante and Cinnamon "Oh, shit…" Dante muttered as The cop pulls the trigger but Dante quickly turns and is shot in the side as Cinnamon screams and falls from Dante's arms

“DANTE, CIN!” Sora cried rushing over to Dante as the cop hovered over them with his gun, and Dante groaned in pain while holding his side "Please… don't.." Sora pleaded as Dante reaches out his other arm towards the cop

The cop was about to shoot but was suddenly shot in the head and collapses as Stone enters the scene with the revolver still drawn and sees Cinnamon lying on the ground and whimpering

"Oh, no…" He whispered to himself. He checks the soldier for any sign of life before approaching Sora gently holding his face before the two look over at Cinnamon, Dante turns and crawls towards Cinnamon, and she whimpers in pain

"Okay, move your hands, Honey" Dante tells her. Stone looks towards Dante as the revolver is still held in his hand, Cinnamon grabs Dante's shoulder in pain and looks into his eyes "I know… I know this hurts…" Dante told her "You're gonna be okay! Stay with me!"

He reaches down and scoops her into his arms, trying to comfort her "Alright, I'm gonna pick you up. I know it hurts. Come on, please, I know it hurts," he said softly. Sora watches in horror as Dante holds Cinnamon in his arms

She's losing a lot of blood due to a bullet going through her chest "Cinnamon…" Dante sniffed at the realization that she was limp "Don't do this to me…" he said "Honey, Don't do this to me…" he begged as he cradled her body in his arms…

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[joysmercer]

June 2013; pre-uni anubis reunion/grad party at the millington residence; nina and joy.

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"you look like hell."

nina nearly drops the beer bottle she'd been nursing in shock. it's nearly 3:30 in the morning; she had assumed that everyone else had more-or-less passed out hours ago, leaving her here alone. but now, joy stands in the doorway, the pale stream of moonlight from the window revealing dark circles under her eyes that rival nina's own.

to her own surprise, she gestures up to the couch she's leaning against. "come sit," she says.

joy hesitates, then nods and comes to join nina on the floor, grabbing a cushion as a backrest and folding her legs neatly before her. even in exhaustion, everything about her is careful, calculated. nina's always simultaneously greatly disliked and heavily admired that about her.

"wanna swap?" joy asks. nina stares at the juicebox (undoubtedly taken from alfie) being extended towards her. "i could use something stronger, and like i said earlier, you look��"

"i'm fine," nina says on-cue, but grabs the juicebox and hands over her beer anyway. she takes a sip and immediately makes a face. "ew, grape."

"no tradebacks," joy smirks, but says nothing more.

they sit there in silence for a while, the ticking sound of a faraway clock their only other company.

nina's almost forgotten that the other girl is even there when joy's voice suddenly cuts through the stillness: "do you think things would've been different if i never left?"

"if you never—?" nina asks, and then it hits her. "oh."

she can feel joy stiffen besides her. "it's not like i forgot," nina adds hastily, "but i didn't know you, you know, before. so it feels less like you came back, and more like you just, y'know, came."

"so you ignore the fact that i knew everyone and everything before you even set foot in this country."

"that's not what i meant."

joy sighs and leans back against the couch, her eyes shut. "i know. i know."

"but i do, sometimes. think about what could've happened, i mean," nina says, mostly to cut the awkwardness but partially because it's true.

"do you think…do you think things would have been different?"

she knows joy isn't asking about the cup, or the mask, at least in the broad terms that outline the obvious answer to that question—that no, nina would have still gotten the locket one way or another, she's sure of it, and it doesn't take a genius to realize that her status as the paragon would have also been found out eventually.

she looks up to the balcony above the foyer, where the boys are asleep. fabian is in one of those rooms, or, at least, she thinks he is—she hasn't actually seen him since their reunion, if you could even call it that.

she had loved him once, and he, her—but neither of those things lasted. she had hated the girl next to her for that same reason, and vice-versa once again, and now here they are. but it's more complicated than just that, because there was also the other girls, whose protective streaks were never meant to be activated in tandem, and the boys, desperate to prove themselves for reasons they themselves couldn't quite explain, and the others, who always knew there were secrets in the house and covered for their friends without question.

the fact of the matter was that joy leaving disrupted a fundamental balance, and nina's arrival only moved the fulcrum farther away from where it started, and the cracks that resulted from all that would probably never fully heal.

"yes," nina answers. her eyes meet joy's. "we would have been happier. eventually, anyway."

"i think—" joy pauses. "we would have been good for each other. good to each other."

the words hang heavily between them, an apology, a confession, and a simple statement of fact all rolled into one.

joy hands back the bottle. it's empty. nina turns it over in her hands, feeling the smooth glass under her fingers. it's so fragile, so perfect. nina impulsively throws it across the room.

joy gasps and covers her ears as it lands in the fireplace and shatters into a million pieces they can't see. nina smirks. joy smiles, then giggles, then roars with laughter, and then nina joins in.

because, in the end, it's the only thing they can do.

[deathdetermineslife]

Hehe hello :3

💍, 🫧, and 🪼 for the ask game, if these weren't answered yet?

- @puppeteeredheart

IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE! TURN IT UP!

(also 🪼 was answered here)

💍

in my head we are married. so married. we don't wear matching rings though. he keeps a picture of me in (what I choose to believe is) his locket. will attach picture below ↓. I'm a big necklace and locket person and me personally I would keep a lock of his hair in it. not a lot, just a small enough piece to keep inside a trinket I'll wear!

some people think it's a clock? I like that idea also but I love the idea of a locket more.

🫧

OKAY SO I HAVE A LONG LIST AND WILL OFFER MANY AN EXPLANATION FOR EACH (some of these only make sense in my head but that's okay) ((also, warning for mentions of kiyos backstory, which include referenced csa))

cherry waves by deftones - I said I'd offer an explanation for each of these but I honestly only feel this way bc of vibes

old friend by mitski - something about the lyric "I haven't told anyone, have you?" reminds me way too much of his backstory and it devastates me daily

please just stay dead by nicole dollanganger - a backstory thing again. "this time please just stay dead/and I guess I can't blame you, but I hate you all the same"

13 angels standing guard round the side of your bed by silver mt. zion - haunting. I don't have a better explanation

hard times by ethel cain - backstory, again. I actually made an art piece inspired by this for his birthday last year! it's on my main!

helena by my chemical romance (specifically the nicole dollanganger cover) - vibes. hes very,,, "death coded" character. so the imagery of hearses and death fits him.

gommene gommene by kikuo - self explanatory. fun fact, right after I finished trial three for the first time, I hit shuffle on my Spotify to have a good cry and this song came on. I haven't recovered from that.

alligator blood by nicole dollanganger - vibes. also, "grow up weak or grow up tough"

family tree by ethel cain - I have an illustration cookin up in my brain I wanna draw for this...

first love/late spring by mitski - I had a dream like three years ago about him and this song was playing in the background.

sweet dreams are made of this by marilyn manson - vibes. and like, disturbingish dark alternative music reminds me of him

iowa by slipknot - same as before

pet by a perfect circle - ↑ (also this song just fucks so hard)

bernadette by iamx - do you see the vision. do you see it. do you see the vision please—

insomnia by iamx - the lyric "oh my god, you're beautiful" did something to me when 10 year old me heard it for the first time then eventually I found Kiyo and thought "no so actually this is so him"

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers - I found this song in 2021 when someone made a post "no but this is his song" on TikTok and I agree whole heatedly everytime I go to cry to it I end up crying harder bc it's actually just so him it hurts </3 "I hate you for what you did, but I miss you like a little kid"

who is she? by I monster - back story. it's such a hauntingly beautiful song too. it fits him perfectly. "a misty memory, a haunting face. is she a lost embrace? I call her name, across an endless plane. shell answer me, wherever she may be."

heroin by badflower - same reason as last one. hauntingly beautiful. it's a beautiful song and it needs more recognition. "now she's in me, and I can't let her go" (I mean her spirit is literally inside this man like, hello)

I can't decide by scissor sisters - y'all remember when this was big in the fnaf fandom? yea same reason.

after dark by mr kitty - my ex like, fourish years ago told me this reminded her of Kiyo and I haven't let that go

I love you by HIM - vibes. fucks so hard, fantastic song

heaven tonight by HIM - same reason ↑

televangelism by ethel cain - made kiyo art inspired by this. I'll link it here, it's probably my favorite Kiyo art ever (ignore the hard times quote)

august underground by ethel cain - deep foreboding tragic instrumental. also made art for this.

hate me! by leæther strip (specifically the funker vogt remix) - vibes again. the beat, mostly.

the mind electric by miracle musical - reminds me of his trial

evelyn evelyn by evelyn evelyn - self explanatory

rule #4 by fish in a birdcage - I can't explain this one it just does

we will commit wolf murder by of montreal - same thing. just reminds me of him. no reason.

you are the moon by the hush sound - just a sweet and lovely song that makes me think of him. "you will see your beauty in every moment that you rise"

life fades to a funeral by carnifex - dark instrumental, also the title

summit song by nicole dollanganger - ↑ another instrumental

memoir #2 [06.12.09] by maria pseftoga - sad creepy instrumental

all of these songs are very good and I recommend all of them. also there's tons more but I have Kiyo art I wanna make and don't wanna spend all my time on this teehee