#Sorry Star Rail’s shorter

[poisonous-honey]

Hello...

Lately is a shitty time for me on miHoyo's games. I lost both my 50/50s both to Genshin impact and Honkai star rail. On Genshin, i got QiQi by pulling Xianyun and Gepard by pulling Black Swan. Now i'm broke and my moral is at its lowest.

I'd love some headcanons (or a scenario) about SAGAU(and SAHSRAU if you can) hearing the reader yell and cry of frustration about this. Like: "I'M DONE I'M SO FUCKING DONE!! CAN I JUST HAVE THE ONLY THING I'VE WANTED FOR WORKING AND WAITING THAT HARD!!?? FUCK ALL OF YOU I HATE MY LIFE!!!!"

Sorry. I just wanted to let it out...

Who’s Here: Reader/Player, Diluc, Jean, Mona, Keqing, Tighnari, Astral Express crew, and Gepard

Contains: SAGAU and SAHSR (Not Cult AU)

Note: Hey, hey! I'm sorry this happened to you. I also lost her to Qiqi and had to spend everything else I had to try again, 50/50s suck. Their banners aren’t gone yet though so I hope you end up getting both of them soon! (ノ_<。)ヾ(´ ▽ ` )

💛💛💛💛

It was an accident, it always is with them.

The six of them that are considered standard 5 stars never mean to ruin your chances. They care for you and your happiness, they also want you to continue to play their game. Even though they'd love to be the ones going on adventures with you, both to spend time with you and for their own benefit (Tighnari would love to study other nations' fauna, Diluc could gain new ideas for drinks etc.), they know forcing themselves into your party would never work. You'd just grow to hate them, which is the opposite of what they want.

They're jealous of other 5 stars. Sure they can join you technically whenever they want, unlike the others that have to deal with limited timed windows, but that also guarantees you want them. All they can do is break that or hope they're the lucky one chosen on Wanderlust Invocation. Not only do they have to share a space with each other, but they're also going against weapons, which none of them are remotely happy with.

It's when these emotions are at an all-time high, they're jealousy and longing, the stars will glow gold and tug on their heart.

Diluc is always at his desk when he accidentally takes it. Stewing over boring paperwork his mind will wander from time to time, eventually landing on thoughts of you. He'll find himself missing you and desiring your attention, not realizing you've started a wishing session until it's too late, and he hears you cursing the world. He feels incredibly guilty, and it only grows worse when the wind clatters against his windows. Tries to make it up to you with materials and mora. You’ll find your mail flooded with talent books, adventurers EXP, a ton of mora, and the sincerest apology he could write.

Jean would be trying to sleep. She doesn't have time to think about you during her job, so it’s when she’s on the brink of passing out she’ll start to think of you. The thought of travelling with you sounded like the best break she could get. Eventually she’ll fall asleep and dream about you, only to be suddenly woken up by your screaming. She panics and seeks advice from any and all of her friends on how to make it up to you. Ends up acting similar to Diluc, working herself to the bone to get you talent and weapon materials. She’ll pair them with a few dandelions before sending them to you.

Mona is thinking about food. During a time she forgets to set aside enough mora for a decent meal, she’ll find herself thinking about the delicacies you’re able to provide. Even if it involved fighting, it was a free source of marvellous food. Her mouth waters as she thinks about all the dishes you’ve made, only to be abruptly pulled from her thoughts when a star bumps into her and flies off. She sighs when she hears you start cussing up a storm. Knowing your current state, depressed and full of ire, is because of her, she’ll attempt to make it up to you in a way few others could. She manipulates the fates of the stars so you’re bound to get your next gold star early. A simple method she feels guarantees to make you happy and hopefully take the heat off of herself. It wasn’t simple she wishes you could praise her for it

Keqing would be reminiscing her interactions with you during lantern rite. Whenever she sees the traveller in the distance, but is too busy to stop and talk, that’s where her mind will wander when she finally gets a moment of rest. It’s at this moment of respite she’ll long to see you and the traveller again and when she’ll notice the sky turn gold. She feels incredibly bad when she hears you cry, but she doesn’t have much time to meaningfully apologize to you. The best she can do is write a letter to both you and the character she stole the spotlight from saying she’s sorry. She’ll definitely send you some Golden Shrimp Balls when she next has some for herself.

Tighnari, in a similar boat to Jean and Keqing, would be too preoccupied to miss you on a normal day. It’s when he’s out with his friends and slightly inebriated he mentions missing you. Alhaitham starts to mention how that’s a dangerous line of thought for him to have when Tighnari’s chest starts to glow gold. Everyone winces when you soon start shouting and Tighnari slams his face into the table. He’d end up gathering bunches of every flower in Sumeru and send them to you with a picture of him, Collei and Karkata. 

For Qiqi it's a little different. She can't remember the last time you've gone adventuring with her. Half the time she's too preoccupied to even remember she's already on your team. When a star falls and asks if she wants to go, she doesn't have time to check her notebook before she says yes, the star becoming hers and landing on your screen. 

Your rage and disappointment is always made evident fast, which always has Qiqi turning to Baizhu.

“Did I… Do something wrong?”

Baizhu sighs and kneels next to her, “You made a mistake, but it's alright. Come, why don't we look for an apology gift?”

The next day you open up the mail to see one from Qiqi. Attached to it are all the herbs she collected with Baizhu, her specialty dish No Tomorrow, and an acquaint fate.

Sorry… Qiqi doesn't remember what Qiqi did, but Qiqi knows Qiqi is sorry.

🌟🌟🌟🌟

Upon finishing the most recent event, you had teleported to the train suddenly before they noticed your presence leaving them. They couldn’t tell if you were in a menu or had left your computer entirely. After a while with nothing happening on your end everyone aboard the Astral Express quickly settled in, expecting to be here for a while longer. March was in her room organizing her photos, Dan Heng was going through the archives, and Himeko was making coffee while Stella and Welt were entertaining the guests. Gepard and Serval had come to visit the train that day. Pom Pom had wandered off earlier somewhere in the train and everything was relatively peaceful… Until they heard you start screaming.

March, Dan Heng, and Himeko all rushed into the Parlour car while the four already there were looking at each other in a bit of shock. It’s when they start making out what you’re saying and see Pom Pom rush back into the Parlour car did they realize you had started warping. A session which obviously didn’t go as planned.

They don't like hearing you angry or sad, so they try to come up with a plan, something - anything that will cheer you up without seeming too suspicious. All of them are in the middle of discussing when they also hear you mumble out a very quick and aggressive “Fuck Gepard.”

Everyone turns to him and his face goes red.

Plans are immediately put on hold as Stella whips out her baseball bat and attempts to smash his skull in. Welt tries to step in to stop her, Himeko and Dan Heng stand-off to the side (one more disappointed than the other), March cheers Stella on and Serval ignores her brother's plea for help.

They do eventually get around to cobbling up a multitude of jades for you to at least try again, but not before Stella nearly gave Gepard a concussion. He separately sends you an extremely long apology letter paired with a choice item to allow you to pick a 5 starlight cone of your choosing. Some of the others berate him for being so obvious, but he doesn't care as long as you're happy again.

[q1ngqve]

ᝰ VIP ROOM !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 the penacony grand theater cordially invites you to V.I.P. room 2 this friday evening for a musical!

CW; fem! reader x penacony men (separated), vaginal penetration, fingering, slight degradation & voyeurism, vibrator, bondage, ‘daddy’ (only for gallagher)

𐙚 AVENTURINE

your gasps ring in his ears as he slides one of your leg onto his lap, spreading you apart effortlessly. his grip on your thigh is tight and steady, clearly having no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

snuggled next to him on the sofa, you feel his arm draped around you, holding both your wrists together, and smirking when you squirm to reach for your dress.

your eyes dart to his face, observing his furrowed brows and the angry smirk as he stares back into your eyes, clear jealousy written in those colourful irises. he leans in close, lips just inches apart from yours, and you feel his breathing turn erratic as his eyes darken, "you love teasing me, don't you?"

"I was just saying hi to an old friend..."

"did you not see the way he looked at you?"

your head shakes cautiously, nails digging softly into your own skin, "m' sorry." aventurine pecks you on your lips, the glossy lipstick staining his own in the process.

another whimper sounds as his gloved fingers slide under your thighs, the soft pads of his black gloves resting snugly against your clothed, pulsing nub. his smirk reappears when the wetness soaks through your panties and onto his gloves, soft squelching sounds reverberate in the VIP room.

your head falls against his shoulder, wrists still bound by his hand, legs spread and trembling on his lap. your boyfriend teases at your earlobes, nipping at the tender skin, sending shivers down your spine with each bite.

his deft fingers slides under your panties, and you hear him chuckle into your ear at how drenched you are for him, making it so easy for his two fingers to slip right into your warm hole.

"who do you belong to, hmm?"

he releases your wrists, the now free hand reaching up to your throat, pulling you closer to his face again.

"—you."

"good girl."

the air gets knocked out of your chest as he pushes you onto the sofa, his fingers still pumping and curling in your pussy harshly, his pace only increasing with each cry of his name you let out.

an embarrassing squelch sounds as he removes them, and you whine at the empty feeling inside you, the ring of muscle clenching at nothing as your hands reach for his nape.

"please— need you so bad..." a satisfied hum leaves him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, pushing his fingers in again without warning at the same time. your legs tense, and your toes curl, a loud moan escaping you, only to get muffled by him stuffing your dress into your mouth.

"all of this," his lips latch onto your neck as they suckle on the sensitive spots, "is for me," littering them with beautiful hickeys that he'll admire later on, "and me only." the musical on stage turning into background noise.

𐙚 BOOTHILL

boothill grunts into your dripping pussy as your fingers pull on the roots of his hair, tugging both away and towards your core, uncertain if you want more or to escape this torment.

"stay still, sweetheart."

a soft "can't—" escapes you, making him cock an eyebrow, his mouth never stopping, licking and sucking at your puffy clit. the silent command from his eyes has you tensing your thighs as his grip tightens, and you're sure his metal fingers will leave marks there tomorrow.

moans of his name fill the room as he frees on hand to slide under your dress and up to your chest, the cool metal wrapping around your boob comfortably. your body shrinks as he plays with the soft bundle of nerves, thumb and pointer finger pinching at your nipple occasionally, making your pussy clench.

his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment his tongue dips into your warm core, your juices and gummy walls sending his engine into overdrive. you swear if he were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke coming out of his back right now.

"pretty girl tastes so (fucking) good." hums when your legs clench around his head, "all this, just for me."

your eyes water as you come undone on his tongue. the sound of fans whirring before you drags you back to reality as he stands, flipping you around so that you're kneeling on the sofa with your hands on the backrest.

whines leave you as he flips your dress up and tears your panties easily. the familiar feeling of cool metal dick has you lying limp on the backrest, your hips involuntarily grinding back against him.

"eager, aren't we?"

muffled whimpers sound from you as you bury your face into the cushions, knowing that you'll be making extremely embarrassing sounds the moment he enters you.

a loud groan escapes boothill as he slides into you, the cool, hard metal of his dick a clear contrast to your soft, warm, and inviting walls, wrapping around him like a vice.

his hand slips around your mouth to cover up your obscene sounds as he pounds into you, unable to contain his hunger any longer. you're now locked in a position that allows him to manhandle and control you easily, body fully limp and putty in his arms, just the way he likes.

𐙚 DR. RATIO

a small smile adorns your lips as you stare straight ahead, looking out at the balcony and onto the stage where the musical is happening, clearly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who's burning holes through your head.

your hand inches up his thigh, nails scraping slightly with each movement, your own legs clench whenever you feel his muscles tense beneath the pads of your fingers.

an audible sigh could be heard from him when you palm him through his pants, a clear bulge forming under your hand, making your smile bigger. "someone's excited."

"shut up."

you giggle softly as your fingers wrap around the bulge, while your pointer finger draws slow circles on his clothed tip, a dark spot forming slowly on his pants from his arousal.

you yelp suddenly when you feel yourself stand and be placed into a forceful position. your elbows scrape on the table beneath you as you trying your best to stand steady on your legs all the while looking over your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face.

"what? can't take it already?"

ratio's eyes narrow at your comment before pushing down on the small of your back, making your body press harder onto the cold table surface.

something changes in the air when he huffs a laugh, his hands now gripping at your hips, holding you in place as he starts dry humping against you. he leans down, caging you beneath him as he slides one knee between your legs, and you know, you're in danger.

you squirm in his hold, hips inching forward, digging into the edge of the table, trying your best to run away, your fight or flight kicking in, knowing he isn't going to go easy on you for teasing him.

he pulls you back harshly, so hard you stumble back into his chest. "where do you think you're going?" this wipes the smirk off your face.

you shudder when he kisses down your nape to your shoulder blades, and all you could do was hold your breath, praying that he's not going to be too rough on you as punishment.

you could feel the smugness from the man behind you as he pulls himself out and slides into your panties, coating himself with your wetness, the tip sliding against your clit with each thrust.

now you're the one biting back moans, hands reaching backward to claw at his wrists, an indication that you want him to fuck you. ratio chuckles at your feeble attempt to command him, and he leans down again, this time nearer to your ear, never stopping his movements, sliding against your folds harshly.

"this is for fucking with me when you know you can't handle my teasing."

𐙚 GALLAGHER

as the curtains shut behind the two of you, you trip down the steps, pulling gallagher by his tie. your heels coming off with each step towards the display shelf at the side of the VIP room.

your grip on him strong, like a leash, leading the man before you to collide against your soft body as you lean on the shelf. one strap of your dress slips down your shoulder, a testament to your impatience to feel him against you.

gallagher's hands land on either side of your head, trapping you between the shelf and his body. the sheer size of this man completely envelops you, providing cover if anyone were to look for you behind him.

a giggle escapes you as he kisses your jaw and down to your collarbone. "couldn't wait till we got home?"

your head shakes as you bit your lower lip softly, head tilting upwards, silently inviting him to kiss you. he ignores your request, choosing instead to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, eventually resting on your waist and hip.

you whine when he doesn't kiss you where you want him too, "just wanna feel you, daddy. please?" his smug smile widens at your plea before he pulls your lower body against his own, his bulge resting comfortably on your lower stomach.

"keep it down, okay? they're still out there."

you nod, and a soft " good girl" from him weakens your knees as you relax against his hold, allowing his hands to bunch your dress upwards, freeing himself from his restraints.

your gasps are swallowed by his hot mouth against yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. your toes dig into the carpeted floor beneath you at the stretch. everything feels heightened knowing that the attendants outside the room could intrude any second and see this filthy scene adds to the pleasure.

gallagher pulls back, panting softly as he angles himself to your g-spot, only to kiss you harshly again, muffling your moans with his tongue. the mind-numbing sensations has you cumming around him almost instantly. you fall limp against him, but he doesn't give you a chance to rest, before propping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding into you roughly, chasing his own high this time.

"filthy little girl, moaning my name like that. you want them to catch us, don't you?"

𐙚 SUNDAY

a clear look of fear appears in your eyes as your back hits the wall next to the balcony, knowing you have nowhere else to run from the man standing before you.

sunday smiles as he approaches you, his hands reaching for the rope that controls the curtains' movements. "what're you planning to do with that?" the shakiness in your voice betrays you as you try to feign confidence, tilting your chin up slightly as your last resort to prove that you're not scared.

with a flourish, sunday twirls the golden rope in his gloved hands before yanking on it sharply, swiftly closing the balcony curtain. the dimly lit room takes on a more intimate aura as he reaches for your wrists, brushing his lips against them softly like a gentleman, although his eyes betray a predatory gleam that sends your knees weak.

"tug on it, and the whole grand theater will see you."

confusion flickers across your face at his warning, until you feel the bind of your wrists by the very rope he held.

drawing you closer by your waist, sunday twirls you around to face the deep red curtains as he slips his hand under your dress, inserting something cool into your heated core. a soft buzz sounds between your legs, causing you to instinctively lurch forward.

"sunday—!"

he silences your protest with a soft shush, his hands teasing your chest and clit while his hot mouth leaves hickeys on your neck. your arms remained raised slightly, fighting the urge to tug on the rope, knowing the consequences if the curtains do part.

soft cries leave your trembling lips as he increases the speed with a click of the remote in his pocket. leaning back against him, your body surrender fully, giving him full access to your body.

[elsartzz]

Mcs!!

[ghastigiggles]

For the mischievous prompts "are you sensitive there."

With lee Argenti and Ler Boothill

Or you could do a lee of your choice I feel like Boothill would in a way be a mean ler

Especially with testing out new information he finds out about those he knows

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“I must thank you wholeheartedly for your aid in my time of need! Truly, you couldn’t have arrived at a more perfect moment.”

“Save the thanks,” Boothill snorted; “I barely got you back to the Express, and your armour’s all nicked up.”

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed, I was simply too enraptured in the beauty of your battle!”

“Geeze, this guy… Look, would ya mind dressin’ down a bit so we can make sure you’re not injured?”

Once the knight had dropped his chestplate, Boothill grunted, going about a light examination while his patient waxed on about beauty or… Something to that regard. He was beginning to think the guy would never shut up until a slightly rough prod got him to gasp and stutter over his words, twitching back. The Ranger halted, momentarily worried.

“Aw, shirt – Are you sensitive there? Did it hurt? ”

“N-no, no,” Argenti easily assured him, leaning back a bit with slight fluster; “Quite the opposite; it rather tickled.”

Boothill stared, a little surprised that –

“… You admitted that pretty fudgin’ easily, huh.”

“But of course! Where is the shame? Ticklishness is, too, a beautiful trait!”

The Ranger’s stare turned deadpan, and he rolled his eyes, sneering as Argenti gave a surprised squeal and jolted – yet made no move to stop his saviour/assailant.

“All this beauty this, and beauty that…! I think you oughta start makin’ different sounds with that big mouth of yours!”

“Wait –! Wahahait!”

Across the cabin, Dan Heng opened the door with intent to leave, watched the scene for a moment, then sighed softly and turned right back around. Some things just weren’t worth interrupting; he’d leave once the two of them were gone.

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

sorry if you already answered that but I'm kinda confused on who luocha supposed to be? is he void archives or just alternative version of (?) otto (?) like himeko and bronya

Short answer: We don't know.

Longer answer:

Luocha is a reference to the Seven Swords visual novel, much like Yanqing, Sushang, etc.

It's unfinished and not officially translated in English but there's a fantranslated script being done (not sure if still being done or not) and some youtube channels with subtitles of okay quality.

It's possible that Luocha's actually Void Archives, since he has divine keys, but those could just as well be references too.

Bonus:

Sushang has bigger dick energy than Luocha.

[sunday-stellaron-hunter]

what if your name was saturday instead of sunday?? 😟😟

"Well, its not." ~Sunday said, sounding unamused as he looked at the Anon. He didn't have the time for games like this.~

[penaconys-hound]

From 1-10, just how messy are you?

- 🍸 Anon.

I’d probably say a 6. Maybe a 7. I usually try and keep places I work organized or decent looking at least, but nobody gives a hoot about how anyone looks around here so I don’t even bother for myself.

[sealedterror]

Pompom my beloved

my darling angel

[thatringboy]

Boothill got a little lost in Chapter 5; Sleep With No Bed.

A Lone Star just isn't Possible

Word Count: 11,054

Chapters: 5/?

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Outer Space, Blood & Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

The Astral Express crashes into a giant pool of Memoria floating along the edge of the Asdana system, affecting the crew, and leaving behind only Stelle and the new temporary passengers with rapidly dwindling options. Luckily, they’re saved, but Stelle and Boothill must return to Penacony to look for answers about curing this new-found Miasma Sickness. In doing so, Stelle and Black Swan dive right back into the Dreamscape, leaving Boothill and Robin with plenty of time to get to know each other, for better or for worse.

[flower-yi]

at home, JING YUAN's presence is rarer than he likes it to be. both you and him know that it would—will be commonplace; he had warned you, during first dates, that he would not the normal partner: he could not be with you each and every moment, his priorities will always be balanced between you and the xianzhou, but one thing jing yuan was sure of was that he would love you.

you then told him it was not the matter of love. being sure that he would love you, you worried about your passing. it was another warning: will he ever stick around for a short-life specie like you? jing yuan only laughed, assuring you that it did not matter to him. you then relaxed.

(if he ignored that rueful smile of yours.)

during the times that he is home however, jing yuan does not mind the business of it all. perhaps you've gained a sense of timing when his schedule allows him to return to your abode—a well-sized estate fit for an arbiter-general of the xianzhou's partner—because it becomes cleaning day, all of a sudden, and you are immediately assigning him chores to do even if he has one foot in.

jing yuan is sometimes accompanied by yanqing during these instances. he swallowed all complaints and did half of the work on his behalf—to which you scolded him, of course, but you could not help the amused smile. it is, then, a pity that children, in his life of work, is discouraged. but perhaps he can take another disciple under his wing, train them, and then let him do his work…

then you scold him again, though he has never voiced that thought out.

(you know him too well. he wonders if you can tell what he was thinking: how he wonders if you had any children, what features would they have? Would they have the shape of your face; the softness of your smile; or even better, the kindness that swept him away?

his daydreaming is pushed at the back of his mind when you call for him, moving without hesitation, and by then, he has imagined an entire millennia with you.)

yanqing uses the image of him sweeping the estate grounds as some kind of 'blackmail'. in response, jing yuan asks him when it was the last time he did some kind of cleaning back in his own home and that silences him immediately. you do not find it amusing, however, and endear to help yanqing clean his own place.

dinner is delicious—always has been, but that is because he aids you in doing it. you are… decent in cooking, enough to be edible and can fill the stomach whenever it is needed. but for when he is home, you are ever-so-warm against his chest as his arms trap you onto him—you feel tangible in his embrace, or so he thinks, and it is always better to cook when there is another pair of hands helping.

jing yuan ends up rescinding that thought when crimson leaks from your thumb.

it is joyful, eating dinner. with yanqing's presence, the home suddenly becomes lighter. you laugh at his jokes, listen attentively to his stories and praise his swordsmanship. if you looked close enough, you would have seen yanqing's cheeks redden.

the aftermath of dinner is then taken care of you despite yanqing's insistence. dishes are washed quickly and jing yuan watches you in the dining room, chin rested on the back of his hand. you look like a scene from some kind of teledrama. he finds it strange that you are an image he has chased for millennia; a sight of domesticity, a sight of calm and peace.

(his heart begins to ache when he remembers you will be nothing but respite for him. after you, he will chase after the feeling of this love; this domesticity; this hope.

jing yuan thinks he will not find another one like you.)

"general?" yanqing is next to him. he stands, peering, but his disciple is smart enough not to pry.

jing yuan gathers himself, clearing his throat. he makes the gesture of pecking your cheek a quick one, telling you, "i will return. make sure to lock all the doors, and call for me immediately when you feel as if you are in danger."

then he leaves home, for a bit.

do not think of the future, he calms himself. the present is what matters the most.

if he is distracted, yanqing does not make it known.

[yawneneteyam]

ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters chapter seven — give us some commentary

summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [1.6k].

pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters

notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. shorter but I wanted to get something out. mentions of blacking out underwater.

⌙ pairing: jamie flatters x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter six | chapter eight

2018.

148…149… 150… 151…

your eyes were closed, the numbers in your head going up and up every second you held your breath for longer. usually, you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, but today, you were so zoned in you didn’t take notice of it. 

you were all in the tank, seeing who could hold their breath for the longest. jack had already come up, around 43 seconds in. he was watching intently from his place, now, outside the tank. it had been four months since you and jamie last had a competition to see who could hold their breath for the longest. you didn’t even care for the competition anymore, the fact of proving to yourself you could do it, mattered even more than beating jamie. 

152… 153… 154… 155…

you could feel your heartrate beginning to quicken. you opened your eyes and tried your best to try and slow it. you looked at jamie, who was ahead of you, the vision of him blurred by the water- but you could make out his silhouette anywhere. 

156… 157... 158... 

you saw his figure jerk a little. you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to make out what he was doing, but it only made sense when you realised he was beginning to sink. 

he had passed out. 

your heart was racing now. you heard splashed from above and saw other figures coming to help, but you got to him first. you tried your best to pull jamie up to the surface, but his unconscious frame was heavy underwater. you silently thanked the free-dive instructor for helping you pull him up. 

time slowed as the rest of the diving team hauled jamie out of the tank. bailey and duane had broken the surface, noticing the commotion. bailey asked you what had happened, but you didn’t register what she was saying; too busy trying to catch your breath, and watch the instructor get jamie to consciousness. 

he didn’t wake up instantly, or maybe he did.. you couldn’t tell. you weren’t sure if you were waiting for five seconds or five minutes, but jamie eventually came to when they were starting to contemplate cpr. 

you pulled yourself up the ladder quickly, realising he was waking up, but you kept your distance, not wanting to be in the way. 

“is he okay?” jack asked from against the railing. no one answered him, too busy trying to make sure jamie was okay. 

it all went really quick after that, jamie was with the medical team for a while before he was sent back to his trailer to rest. you ended up in there only 10 minutes after they cleared him. he had fallen back to sleep on the couch, his head fallen back completely. 

you rushed over to make sure he hadn’t become unconscious again. you said his name a few times but shook him when he didn’t respond. 

jamie took a deep breath before opening his eyes and letting out a groan. “y/n?” he asked.

“im sorry i came in,” you said quickly, “i was worried.. e-everyone was worried. i said i’d come check on you”. a lie. 

“it’s okay,” he gave you what you would pass as a tired smile, “i’m glad you’re here”. you tried to ignore the butterflies that let themselves into your stomach, especially at such an inconvenient time, but you couldn’t help it. 

“i wanna hang, but i don’t know how much longer i should be awake for. they told me to sleep it off,” he chuckled. 

“you’re so stupid for not coming up,” you shook your head, ignoring him. “why wouldn’t you come up?”.

he sighed, “i thought i had it,” he shrugged. jamie cleared his throat before readjusting his position on the couch, making room for you next to him. “i wanted to do well,” he admitted shyly, almost embarrassed. 

you shook your head softly, looking at him. you took in his tired demeanour; you could imagine that he would be wrecked after everything that happened. you were keeping him from resting, you knew that, but you were selfish in the fact that you just wanted him with you, so you could keep an eye on him.

“come on,” you stood up, holding out your hand, “lets get you back to bed.. in a real bed” you chuckled. jamie laughed along with you, if you could call it laughing. he felt like a shell of a man after the last hour. embarrassed he passed out, tired from the rushing and intensity of the situation, but happy that you were here. 

since your kiss, jamie couldn’t stop thinking about you. he felt helpless in a way he hadn’t felt before in his nearly 18 years on this earth. all of his thoughts were consumed by you, the thought of your lips, your laugh, your hips. he couldn’t help himself. 

if anyone came to check on him, he would want it to be you. 

“i’m not that tired, y/n. i’m fine,” jamie tried his best to reassure you, but there was an unspoken truth that you were aware of. 

“there is no way that you’re ‘fine’ after that, jamie” you shook your head, “you don’t need to lie to me,” and he knew that. out of everyone on this set, jamie knew that you were the one he could unapologetically tell the truth to, every single time. 

“i just would rather stay up with you,” he chuckled, resting his head against his knuckles. you both sat in silence for a little while longer, before you stood up and held out your hand to him. 

jamie raised his eyebrows at you, a little suspicious. you moved your hand at him again, showing your growing impatience, he haphazardly grabbed your hand. you pulled him into the back of his trailer and sat down on his bed. jamie didn’t let go of your hand as he sat next to you; he was drinking in your touch for as long as he could. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled, suddenly getting nervous under his gaze. he noticed your change in demeanour, this was the first time you had ever acted like this when he looked at you. even in the dim lights of his trailer, jamie could swear your face grew a faint blush.

“i’m not looking at you like anything,” he smirked, shrugging his shoulders. a blatent lie from him, and jamie knew it. he was looking at you like he always does, like you hung the moon and the stars. 

you shook your head, trying to ignore the butterflies that were making their presence known in your stomach. “you need to rest, flats” you said. 

he knew you were right, but he wanted this time with you more than he did sleep. “we have the entire weekend to rest,” he rebutted, “i can relax at the beach with you tomorrow.”

“you’re crazy,” you laughed.

“how so?” 

you didn’t respond, just shook your head at him. “you need to let go of my hand so you can get into bed,” you suddenly took note of his fingers that were still intertwined with yours. jamie pulled away rather quickly, afraid he was making you uncomfortable. 

“we can lay down,” he said, shuffling himself towards the top of the bed, “but i’m not sleeping yet,” 

“you say that, but i know you” you laughed, switching the tv on, “you’ll pass out, flats.”

and that he did. you and jamie watched around twenty minutes of some movie he claimed was a ‘cinematic masterpiece’ before he dozed off before the plot could even move along. “night flats,” you whispered, pulling the covers over his body fully. you knew the medical team would check on him during the night, so you thought it would be best to head back to your trailer. you managed to slip out of his trailer, after picking up for a little while and leaving jamie a note. 

you went and saw bailey for an hour before you went back to your trailer, falling asleep, ready for your first free weekend in a while.

jamie was up with the medical team at two, four hours after you left him. he was so tired when they came, he was eager to go back to sleep. but when he woke up properly the next morning, he was finally in the right mind to have a shower and get ready for the day. 

jamie knew filip and duane wanted to go to manhattan beach again, spend their day lounging away in the sunshine and the sea. he wondered if he could rope you into coming with them, but he remembered you mentioning seeing your parents this weekend. 

he was about to head out to see filip, when a note sitting on his kitchenette caught his eye. 

“next time you’re up for it we can actually finish a film together. see you in the morning, superstar”

he couldn’t help the involuntary smile that found its way to his lips, or the way that his cheeks suddenly felt hot. he really was wrapped around your little finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

with a shake of his head, jamie quickly made his way over to filip’s trailer. 

“bro, what’s the rush?” filip asked from his couch after jamie barrelled his way into the trailer.

“i think i’m in love with y/n..” he blurted out. 

he and filip sat there in silence for a while, jamie being completely checked out after the realisation of how intense his feelings were for his castmate. 

“well..” filip sighed, “congrats on being the last one to find out,” 

[floating-mid-air]

Safe and Sound

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Fun Fact: Future Trunks was my first love as a kid, so it's nice to finally write something with him in it. This is also a bit shorter than my usual fic length, but I'm happy with how it turned out. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. 

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Paring: Future Trunks X F Reader

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You slide the glass door open, stepping out onto the balcony. The crisp air of the night sends chills down your spine. Gently, you shut the door, not wanting to wake Trunks. You lean over the wooden railing, taking a deep breath, the fresh air invading your lungs. It's been a long day… a constant string of lengthy, neverending days. Bleeding into even worse nights.

You shift your gaze upwards, staring at the night sky. Small amounts of light illuminate from the stars, with no moon in sight. You weren't able to sleep. You never can, tossing and turning for hours before coming outside. Nights are just always the worst. Nothing is worse than absolute silence, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. 

Your heart flutters, your entire body growing stiff, as a loud creak comes from behind. Your body enters fight or flight mode, and in a split second, you instinctively press a button on your watch. A gun materializes from it, appearing in your hands. You aim it straight at the figure's head. "Woah, easy there." A familiar voice invades your ears. You immediately recognize the man standing in front of you as Trunks, his blue hair tousled, giving him a charming case of bedhead. Trunks holds up his hands. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You sigh in relief, slowly bringing the gun down. Your hands tremble with every movement. "Fuck… sorry." You call out faintly, pressing the button once again. The weapon disappears from your hands. He takes a few steps towards you till he's standing right by your side. "Did I wake you?"

"No, not exactly." The blue-haired man shakes his head. "I just… can't sleep when you're not beside me." You turn to him, taking in his features. His blue eyes lack their typical shine, with notable bags under them. It looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Your relationship with Trunks is complicated. You've never really had the time or the luxury to define it. Sometimes, you feel like a couple… other times, you feel like strangers. And yet, every night, you're beside him. Whether you sleep or not.

 "Rationally, I know we're not in danger," You mutter, turning back to the scenery. "But… every time I close my eyes. I see it. I see… him. It's like he's haunting me."

Trunks places his larger hand atop of yours, gently stroking it with his thumb. "I know what you mean. I get jumpy every time Goku's in the room." There's something about his touch that puts you at ease. Even the simplest gesture can calm your mind. He somehow always knows exactly what you need. You tilt your head, resting it on his broad shoulder. "We're timelines away. You're safe. We're safe."

"I know…" You speak softly, leaning on him. "It just feels like we can never catch a break. Things are too quiet; it's unnerving. There's this small voice in my head that won't shut up. Everything is just too… good."

"We deserve good. After everything we've been through." He intertwines his hand with your own, his long fingers tangling with yours. "There's been so many days… where I didn't think I'd wake up the next. I'm not sure if there will ever be a day when I'm not on edge. I know it's hard… but we can finally breathe for once."

"I don't know if I can. I feel like I'm always looking over my shoulder. Just waiting for the next awful thing to happen." You take a deep breath. "Though, there is one thing that makes me happy here."

"Yeah?" His eyebrows shoot up, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "What's that?"

"Well, it's us. Well, technically, not us. But the younger versions of ourselves." There's a piece of you that envies your younger counterparts. But it's greatly outshined by the comfort you find in it. They get to have the childhood you never had. "They're just so happy and carefree."

"I know what you mean. They get to have the lives we never had the chance to live." He laughs. "Though, they don't seem to like each other much." You've noticed that, too. The pair do not get along at all. You've seen them interact a handful of times. Little Trunks usually sticks to Goten like glue. Opting to stay away from the younger you. 

Several times, you've watched the miniature versions of yourselves fighting. Both physically and verbally. You'll never forget the looks on their faces when they found out that you and Trunks are kind of an item. They were appalled; it was hard for the kids to understand how any version of themselves could end up together. You, however, find all of their interactions adorable. But at the same time, it's a bit strange. It's like watching yourself... but it's an entirely different version of you. You see bits and pieces of yourself in her, but it's also like she's a completely different person. She looks like you did; she sounds like you did, but she hasn't had to grow up fast like you did. So maybe that's where the discrepancies stem from.

"Well, yeah," You grin. "The whole apocalyptic society made you so much less annoying."

He lightly swats your arm. "You're such a jerk," you giggle at his words. "But you're my jerk." 

"Ya… I guess I am." You sigh. Trunks is your rock. He's your stability. You haven't had a home in a long time… but your home is with Trunks. Whether it's a destroyed society or an alternative timeline. He's all you need.

"Hey..." He calls out to you softly. "Talk to me. I wanna know what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours."

"It's just. I wanna be carefree like that." You squeeze his hand, desperate to feel him closer. "I don't want to have to fear for my life... or yours ever again. First, it was the androids. And now it's that monster. It feels like it'll never end. Even if Goku and your father help us and take down Black. It feels like there will be something else around the corner."

"Hey, listen to me," he whispers, cupping your face with his hands. The warmth of his hands envelops your cheeks. "We're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You mean way too much to me. Everything I do. It's all for you… for us… for our future."

"You see a future with me?" Your eyes widen. 

"Are you serious? That's not even a question." The man scoffs at you. "I want you. I want to spend my entire life with you. And even after that. You're all I need."

"Trunks..." You breathly call out, your voice barely a whisper.

"I'm not done." He cuts you off. "I love you. And don't you ever forget that."

His words ignite a fire within you, filling your body with a warm sensation that causes your face to burn hot. "I... I love you too." Before you even know it, you're returning his affection. You know things will get better. As long as you have Trunks by your side. The first step to recovery for you is a sense of safety. And here in this moment, with Trunks by your side. You've never felt safer.

"Come on." He grabs your hand, pulling you back towards the door. "Let's get back to bed. We both need some sleep." He leads you back inside, straight to the bed. Maybe, for once, you'll actually get some much-needed sleep. 

[blissfullyapillow]

General Disclaimer! Spoiler Warning for 2.1 story quest!!

Hello!! Oki oki with that warning out of the way, Here's my request: Caelus,Jing Yuan and Aventurine reacting to the player crying during the 2.1 quest.

I mean as the quest progresses the sadder the player gets. Besides Aventurines whole backstory, what really makes player crumble is how they relate to Aventurines plight. Just being so tired, constant survive mode, the desire to end it.

Eventually player just pauses just to cry saying "you son of a.... Aventurine.. *sniffles **sobs* me too.. *sniffles* me too..." before collecting themselves after crying a bit to completing the quest, relating to Aventurine a bit too much.

(and at the end as he walks towards the black hole, player says "My Kakavasha,, ill see you soon")

If youre uncomfy feel free to decline! Thank you in advance :)

Notes: Hi Shiromayyyy, I apologize for the long wait! I hope you don’t mind me adding my own little spin on this. I’m also sorry that it’s a little on the shorter side, but I do hope you enjoy it! I really loved writing this request :>

Masterlist

I struggle to contain the brimming enthusiasm that threatens to overflow, anxiously waiting for Honkai Star Rail to finish loading. I thoroughly enjoyed the previous quest in Penacony and played it until the late hours of the night on the day of release. I can only imagine where the storyline will head.

Albeit, I’m still feeling apprehensive about certain characters, namely Aventurine and Sparkle. I understand there’s clearly more to be shown about these two, but the way Aventurine presents himself honestly irks me to the core. I simply hate people who behave the way he does, and I truly do not see myself ever liking his character. Of course things could change, but well…

With a sigh, I dismiss such troublesome thoughts from my mind. My eyes light up with uncontained delight as the game finally loads and I find myself back in Penacony. It’s time to see what this quest has in store!

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Oh.

I’m sure my face reflects my conflicting emotions; my heart lurches at the revelations being presented to me. Aventurine’s backstory is truly heartbreaking. I was adamant about my distaste for Aventurine previously, as I even discarded the free lightcone I received with his face on it, but now I can’t help but feel swayed. 

I pout as I click for the dialogue to continue. I can’t believe I’m actually relating to Aventurine… and how tragic his story is. Living through such an experience is truly… atrocious.

As the story goes on, my mood takes a nosedive. I find myself relating more than I’d like to Aventurine; the constant survival mode, being so tired of life’s unfortunate circumstances, and just wanting to end it all..

My eyes tear up as Aventurine, or I should say Kakashava, bends down to be at eye level with his younger self, a black void serves as an ominous backdrop for their important conversation. 

My feelings slowly build to a breaking point and I’m forced to pause the dialogue. I fail to detain the tears that threaten to escape my eyes, and a sorrowful sob slips past my lips. "You son of a.... Aventurine.. I can’t..” It all feels a bit too much, so I allow myself this moment to cry and collect myself. 

Honestly, these feelings I harbor for Aventurine surprise me. I never would’ve imagined myself relating to him as much as I do, but here I am.

I take a few deep breaths and calm myself before finishing this touching cutscene. As Aventurine walks off into the black hole, I whisper "My Kakashava, I'll see you soon…”

I complete the rest of the quests for the story, enjoying every twist and turn the story provides. Penacony is easily my favorite storyline so far, and I can only imagine what else Honkai Star Rail will come up with!

⋆｡˚ Aventurine’s Reaction ✧˚ 

Saying Aventurine feels startled is an understatement. He’s genuinely just so… surprised? He remembers you mentioning just how much you didn’t like him during the previous story quests. He didn’t mind, truly, since he’s been met with such scorn his whole life.

Yet, seeing the tears cascade down your face causes something to stir within him. He doesn’t entirely know what it is, yet he feels it. He can’t pinpoint a name for this feeling, but it’s there, and… it makes him feel alive.

It makes him feel significant, in what little way this may mean. And, oh- he struggles to control his facial expression as you bid him a farewell. 

He feels conflicted; he understands opinions can change and that they’re valid, whether he agrees with it or not, but… well..

He feels that he just may like you more than he’s willing to admit. 

｡𖦹°‧ Caleus’ Reaction ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

As you run around penacony with him, eating ice cream cones and causing your usual havoc, he takes this opportunity to gather his thoughts.

He’s seen all sorts of reactions from you before, ranging from downright goofy expressions to one’s of allure and intrigue. 

Yet, seeing you cry stirs feelings of turmoil within him. On one hand, he’s touched that you’re really enjoying his adventure’s and finding people you can connect with on a deep and personal level.

 Nevertheless, it still pains him to hear the obvious pain in your voice as you speak to Aventurine. 

He hopes that future stories bring out more positive feelings for you, and in the meantime he’s more than willing to engage in the many side quests you pick up for him to do. 

Secretly, he loves hearing your laughter when his dialogue options appear, and the way your eyes shine brightly whenever you scroll to his character. 

He’s become quite fond of you. 

ᨐฅ Jing Yuan’s Reaction 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

Jing Yuan finds your reactions to Penacony’s story line to be quite amusing in its own way. He’s thoroughly enjoyed tagging along as you discovered the hidden truths of the Planet of Festivities. 

Although, he would’ve preferred if your tears were spared. He’s used to heartbreak and pain through his experience as the general on the Xianzhou Luofu, however it does not making witnessing it any less grievous. 

Which is why he’s overjoyed as you begin to perk up, exploring the festivities Penacony has to offer the player. It’s entirely all too humorous when you hunch over in laughter at the interaction taking place on screen. 

Many times he’s been shocked by something you’ve said or done; one time, an out of left field, wholly absurd comment left him utterly flabbergasted, yet he struggled to hold back tears of mirth all the while.

Jing Yuan enjoys seeing what choices and decisions you make as you play the game since your personality shines through each and every decision you make. 

He can’t wait to make another appearance in the story, if only to see your elated smile of surprise as he appears on the screen. Oh, you have no idea just how charming you can be, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t consider himself thoroughly enraptured by your charm.

[nogenderbee]

DAMN FINALLY REQUEST ARE OPEN!! Can I get the Astral Express crew with an extremely fatigue reader? I'm also really fatigue and I even struggle with going from point A to point B even if its like from my room to the kitchen.

Omg yes!!! So happy to do some Star Rail for a change!! Also help why do I relate- Like I'm trying to do silly little PJSK dances so my condition won't be this bad but omg it's still not great... But here it is! Hope you like it vodka <3

Also sorry for Himeko and Welt being a bit shorter-

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt with fatigue!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff but can be read as platonic too!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miya-akane (not tagging you since you'll get notification either way)

✧ I feel like March would somehow relate to your problem... I know she had LOTS of energy in game but just listen to me!!

✧ she's not necessarily fatigue but she is a bit lazy after long adventure where walking around Express can be hard for her

✧ so she'll never make you walk and let you sit down whenever you need! If you're with others, she'll offer to wait for you even if they prefer to keep walking for whatever reason

✧ she also rambles or keeps the conversation going so you can forget about tiredness a bit and so the time passes quicker

✧ if you were getting into trouble by your condition, she definitely did protests-

✧ anyway, if you want to get your condition up, she definitely knows a lot of fun ways and will do her best to help you find something for you!

✧ when both of you are after adventure, you may as well be sitting in the same room, refusing to go out so someone has to bring you food so you won't starve yourselves-

"C'mon it's finally time to take a break from all this walking! I'm sure others can wait and we get to talk a bit more~"

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✧ Dan Heng wad actually a bit mean the first time you felt too tired to walk...

✧ he'd complain that you're slow and that you're just slacking him down but he quickly feels bad and depending on how close you are, he either offers to sit down for a bit or to carry you for a while!

✧ but don't get used to being carried as he'll do it for 5 minutes max and then he puts you back down so you can walk by yourself

✧ he's definitely getting softer as the time passes tho!

✧ he'd try to drag you out of your room as much as possible so you can get your condition up but if you're stubborn person and simply refuse to, he'll eventually give up

✧ definitely tried convincing you to get out with things like "if you won't get out you won't get dinner" but if you won't get out, he'll bring dinner to you in the end because he doesn't want you to starve...

✧ even tho you prefer to stay indoors, he won't usually stay with you as he does have to walk around as Trabilazer so there's a high chance of him not being by your side most of the time...

"C'mon hurry up already. I carried you literally 5 seconds ago, you can walk for at least 2 minutes..."

Why he so mean idk ToT he just seems like that

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✧ Himeko would actually be caring towards you!! She'd try her best to understand if you don't want to move much

✧ she stays in Express for most of the time herself so she'll most likely be around you when others are gone exploring and so

✧ has no problem bringing you food, she just wants to make sure you stay healthy!

✧ but she does try to get your condition up by encouraging you to at least take small walk around Express with her and may even offer you your favorite sweet as treat for doing good job!

✧ she honestly is the type to not care much as long as you stay happy and healthy

✧ she often stays in the Express but if you'd want to go on adventure, she'll be more than happy to go with you!

✧ she's pretty supportive during it too, maybe she won't necessarily carry you but she sits down along you whenever you feel like taking a little break

"Hey, since others are gone walking around Jarilo VI, how about we take a small walk?"

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✧ Welt would most likely scold you for not taking care of yourself and explain how it's important for you to move at least once a day and so

✧ he'll still bring you food tho! Just be prepared for small scolding every time he enters...

✧ definitely tried getting you out of your room and even on expeditions by suggesting going to your favorite cafe on the way or so

✧ if he does manage to get you out for adventure, his scolding actually stops and he's pretty supportive!

✧ he'll let you rest whenever you need and even often drop some "I'm proud of you"s since he sees you're trying your best

✧ trust me when I say he'd love to carry you to help you out but I feel like he has a back of old men so he can't-

✧ instead he'll sit down with you whenever you need and maybe bring you some water or so to calm down

"You're doing a good job, don't give it up, alright? It's alright to take a break so ask for it whenever you need."

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[constesplanetarium]

꧁•⊹٭𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.٭⊹•꧂

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Ghosts/Spirit Harem x GN! AFAB! Reader (Part 1)

UPDATE!

Darkness rating ) 6/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), also light mentions of sex.

There’s also light possession, so I want to add Dub-con (dubious consent) into the list.

Word count: Around 6k. Sorry that it’s so long lolz, don’t worry, the next part will be shorter :)

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The giant doors to the dark, cold mansion slowly and loudly creak open, the moonlight from outside pouring into the empty entrance hall. Not a soul in sight, as always. A couple shivers spread throughout your body, and with a huff, you point your flashlight all around the room, seeing every single cobweb, and the giant chandelier hanging above your head. Two statues line the beginning on the railing of the stairs in the center of the hall, both of them looking like two sorts of creatures. You can’t really tell what it is. Odd.

Ah, should you wear a mask? This house is old after all, so much dirt and debris could be inhaled here.

You find yourself mindlessly wandering the hall, thinking about every rumor that has been passed around in your town.

The haunted mansion on the hill. That’s what some people called it. Most had other creative names such as “that hellhole” or “that creepy ass house”, one time you even heard that this place was “The devil’s funhouse”. Every rumor you had heard involved people disappearing, or even dying in this mansion.

How creative. What’s next, is the boogeyman going to come after you?

You point your flashlight to the stars leading up to the second floor, and you marvel at how the wood doesn’t seem like it’s rotting at all. It looks so pristine, like it was just cleaned. Do people come here often after all? A couple stomps on the first step beneath you also don’t break or seem like it’s rotting either.

Maybe there is something odd about this house. It’s hundreds of years old, and it looks so nice, yet no one’s been in here for centuries. And even after that, this place looks decently clean, besides the couple cobwebs. The townsfolk were planning on demolishing it a bit ago, but had stopped after some “disturbances on the property” had occurred, and this place was blocked to the public. In fact, the way you had to climb that big ass gate just to get here was appalling. If nothing else, you’re leaving with something from here. Maybe as a souvenir, maybe to sell, it doesn’t matter.

With a small shuffle of your shoulders, you swing your backpack down onto the grou-

Your whole body jumps, causing you to yelp as you turn to the source of the sound behind you. What was that? That loud bang? You see the door that you had just opened shut without warning, the hall enveloped in mostly darkness again, the only light being from your flashlight, and the moonlight that’s creeping through the windows. You scramble your stuff back onto your back, pulling the dusty handle.

It’s stuck. It’s stuck. It’s stuck.

You feel a flash of anger and pound your fist on the door. Whoever the fuck this is from town, it’s not funny! What the fuck?! Ugh, it’s probably one of the guys that told you to go here, maybe it was fucking Jacob or something. Your grumble curses to yourself quietly and slip off your backpack off again, rummaging through it just to pull out a pocket knife. At least you have a form of defense. You heave your backpack on your back and wave your flashlight in several directions, attempting to scare off whatever's there. If something even is there.

The wood under you creaks after every couple steps you climb on the stairs, and you decide to take a left on the branching part of the stairs. You anxiously take a glance behind you after getting to the top, and expectedly, you see nothing. With a small sigh, you walk through the rest of the hall, and decide to stop at a door on the right. The clean doorknob surprises you, and yet again, it’s a bit more proof that someone might live here.

Hah. Ghosts my ass. Are you kidding me? Maybe you’ll file a police report after all of this. You turn the knob and creak open the door, ever so slightly. Pointing the flashlight into the room, you’re suddenly met with a very comfortable-looking room. You can see yourself in the giant body mirror, and the bed looks... Uhm.

Is that a lump? Is it moving?

Your eyes go wide, and you stare in horror as whatever is under the blankets suddenly rises up and pulls the covers off themselves. You don’t even wait around to see who it is, as you shut the door and bound back down the stairs, stopping at the main doors as you desperately pull on the handles.

It doesn’t budge, of course.

Ah fuck, why even bother?! You turn and make a quick right, down another hall. But right after you make the turn, you catch a dark, tall figure staring down at you. Unmoving. Just staring.

Fuck no.

The hard, tile floor under you echoes loudly after each step as you bound down the hall, your steps finally silencing as you run on the carpet into what seems to be a sort of study. You would admire how big and spacious this is for a study, and you can see just how many books are on the shelves, but you don’t have time for that. You slide yourself under a small table, and shut off your flashlight.

Now you just wait.

Unfortunately, you don’t have to wait long, as whoever was there steps into the study, and seems to take a glance around. Their heavy breathing seems to echo around as their steps get closer and closer to your hiding spot. You hold your breath and almost decide to start praying to whatever god exists right then and there, but your muscles relax as the figure starts to walk away, with a small hum of an old tune you don’t know.

You wait about a minute to make sure they don’t come back, and you shuffle out your hiding spot, fidgeting with the pocket knife in your hands with a small, shaky exhale. Holy shit, you gotta get out of this house.

But how? Through a window? No, the noise of the shattering would draw the person over, and there’s the risk of broken glass shards in your skin. There could be a courtyard in the back, where you could leave that way. But wouldn’t there be a fence surrounding it? Or maybe some hedges? Hmm.

Your phone doesn’t have any service here either, it was like that as soon as you stepped onto the grounds of the mansion, damn it.

Might as well give the courtyard idea a shot. With a couple taps on your hand, you switch your flashlight back on and take in your surroundings. Okay, to the courtyard would be through the main hall, and… Fuck. How would you get there? You grumble annoyingly and peer into the hallway, making sure the figure is completely gone, before making your way back into the main hall.

Just as eerie as it was before, ugh. You stand there for a moment, swiveling your flashlight around until you find that hallway. Taking a couple of steps over-

A loud bang makes you instinctively turn your head, and you’re met with a creature beyond comprehension. So ugly, so grotesque, so…

You scream and try to turn to run away, but you’re forcefully knocked off your feet. You look up fearfully at the creature. But, it’s gone.

A man has taken its place instead.

A man dressed in some fancy, old suit laughs over you, clutching his stomach as he laughs so hard, his heart might just come out. His glasses are a bit crooked on his face, and you can see a couple rings on his left hand. His dark, dirty blonde hair is messy and certain strands are falling over onto his face. But the most interesting thing is that he’s semi-transparent. You can see right through him, just like a glass, or a fish tank. “Ahem, I… I apologize.” He clears his throat and bends down, gazing at you in wonder. “A human? Ah, now what’s a human doing here in the mansion walls? Are you lost, moonshine?”

Oh. Oh my.

Wow, what a nice voice he has. You find yourself nervously fidgeting with your clothes and flashlight as you stare up at him with no words.

“Ah, are you scared?” He frowns and bends down, offering his hand out to you. “Please don’t be scared, moonshine. I just like to joke around quite often.”

That was joking around? That… Thing?

But the way he’s looking down at you… He probably doesn’t mean any harm, right? And he isn’t trying to kill you now, so…

You take his hand instinctively, but it just phases through. Oh right, ghost. You look up at him and frown as he has a stupid smile on his face, giggling. “My apologies.” You get back up on your feet and brush yourself off, that fall did kind of hurt. You wouldn’t be surprised if you wake up with a couple bruises.

“Now, back to my last question, what’re you doing here, hmm?” He tilts his head from side to side and looks at you, humming as he does so. “I won’t chastise you for anything, I’m just curious.”

You stammer out some excuse. It’s best not to tell him you went out here on some ghost story rumor.

But you never expected to find an actual ghost here.

“Ah, a little visitor?” The man cheers and swirls around you, jokingly thrusting his arm through your chest. “Now, what do you plan to do while you’re here, hmm? Perhaps a house tour?” He giggles and flexes his hand through you as a shiver spreads itself through your body, and you move out of his way quickly. “Ah, it’s been so, so long! How many years has it been, hmm? Ah,” He snaps his fingers together. “Alexander must know the answer. I must ask him later, huh…” It’s already difficult to keep up with this… Whatever he is. “I know it’s been more than 200, hmmmmm…” He drones out his question as he floats all around you, dragging his hands and fingers across your body. It’s a bit uncomfortable. “Well, no matter, ahem.” With a snap in your face, you flinch and look up at him in front of you. “Welcome!”

Eugh. He already gives you the heebie-jeebies. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the hallway leading to the courtyard. It’s right there… “I understand that this place isn’t too… Pristine. But I can turn on the lights for you if you’d like?” He flicks over to a candle, and it suddenly lights. With a small point to the chandelier, the dark hall is suddenly lit up with a soft, amber glow. “We don’t have… Electrical lights here in the main parts of the building, such as the hallways, per say, but we have some lamps here and there. Mostly in our rooms. We also have a oven and fridge that work quite fine.” He chuckles and you can’t help but tune out some of his words. He talks so much, the hell… “We stole both the fridge and oven. Isn’t that funny? Ah, Dalton almost broke the oven that one time, I remember he…” You subconsciously tune out his voice in favor of the hallway, it’s right there.

Freedom. Right there, huh?

“Now, what’re you looking at, hmm?” Cold hands suddenly grasp your head and force you to turn back to him, and he leans in close. How the fuck can a ghost grab you? “I would prefer you to only look at me, now. Aren’t I the star of the show at this moment, darling?” He cooes quietly in your ear and you let out a shaky exhale. Man, he can sweet talk, but in this scenario, it’s a bit more frightening than enthralling. “I’m not your everyday, ordinary ghost that you hear in those little children's tales. I do hope you understand that.” Yeah, he isn’t as nice as you thought, I guess. Luckily, he lets go pretty quick and looks in the direction of your gaze. “Ah, down there? Would you like to explore more?” It looks like your input isn't even needed, as he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers with his. He’s just cold. Cold all over. He tugs you lightly and leads you down the hallway, and you slip your flashlight into a little water bottle section of your backpack.

“This hallway can lead to the kitchen, a bathroom, the first floor of the library, the courtyard…” He hums as he shows you around. Every couple of steps, the candles in the hallway seem to light on their own, lighting up a path for the both of you to take. You even get a good glimpse of the paintings on the walls, some of them just being flowers and fruit, and some of them being people. You even see your little tour guide on the wall, smiling at you eagerly. The other people are the other inhabitants of the mansion, you presume.

… Now why do you feel like there's more than one pair of eyes on you?

“I never told you my name, did I?” He tugs you over as you both make a small right, stopping at two large doors, decorated with gold engravings. “It’s Oliver, or you can give me a cute little nickname.” He pulls the right door open with his other hand, and chuckles to himself. “How about Olive? Maybe Ollie? Or maybe it can be something like darling, dearest, maybe sweetheart?” He tugs you inside the open door, and lets go of your hand to shut the door behind you two. “I would prefer the latter three, just so you know.” Not even 5 seconds passes by, but he’s grabbed onto your hand again and is tugging you into the dark room. “Ah, I forgot, welcome to the library.” As soon as he says that, the big chandelier above lights to reveal probably the biggest library you’ve ever seen. You didn’t even know it was possible to have this many books in one place. There’s a small pathway with a long rug, leading to a sort of gothic, spiraling staircase.

“Hmm, he should be here, he’s been reading more recently…” He mutters and leads both of you up the staircase. “Ah, you probably don’t know who I’m talking about. I’m looking for our ‘leader’, I guess you could call him that. He just keeps Alex and Dalton in order most of the time, since they’re always fighting.” With a small chuckle, you both are suddenly at the top of the staircase, and you’re met with an elegant little study in the middle of the room, showcasing a couple of sofas with a small wooden table in the middle.

Oliver leads you to the study, taking a small glance around and he scoffs. “He isn’t here, huh…” He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, as he takes a seat on the sofa and pats the spot next to him. “Come here, sit! You’re probably exhausted from running around this whole time.” You set your backpack down on the floor with a thud, leaning back and finally getting a chance to relax. “We’ll just stay here for a while longer.” Oliver slips off his glasses, and suddenly pulls a small piece of cloth out of thin air, wiping them down as he hums the same tune you don’t recognize. Well, it does sound a bit familiar, but what is he humming, anyway?

“Clair de Lune, I’m sure you’ve heard of it?” Indeed you have. So that's what it was. “Austin happened to be playing it on the piano when I was passing by, and it’s gotten stuck in my head.” He sticks his glasses back on and leans back on the cushion, looking over at you. “Do you like classical music? I’m fond of it, personally.”

You just shrug your shoulders and give him an awkward smile. You don’t have any strong feelings about it, really.

He laughs quietly at your response, and shuffles closer to you. “Are you scared?” He scratches at your thigh jokingly and grins. “Does the mansion frighten you? Oooh….” He shakes his hand around jokingly, making you break out into a small smile. What an idiot.

Oliver looks relieved that you’re smiling. “Don’t let the whole creepiness of the mansion bother you, darling. It’s not so bad. I mean, hey, I’m pretty nice, huh?” Well, he IS the only one you’ve met so far…

You find yourself conflicted. You really want to leave as quick as you can but…

How are the other inhabitants of the house? How do they act? Are they as nice as Oliver, or more sadistic and condescending?

“I can’t say the others are too nice.” Well that answers your question right there. Though, it’s always important to have an unbiased party, like yourself. He sighs and pushes himself up against you. You didn't even know he had scooted that close until you felt his cold thigh against yours. Is he even cold through clothes? “Alexander's more annoying, Dalton is rude, and Edmund… Well, I guess he can just get carried away with hospitality. He won’t even give you room to breathe. I’m a bit better in that department.” He chuckles it off and looks down at you. “It would be best to just stick with me, alright?”

Well, it’s not like you can really rely on anyone else except him right now. You nod, but take quick notice the way his smile twitches at it’s corners. “If you see one of the others, just go and hide for a while. I’ll come find you.”

You tilt your head and voice your concerns about his suggestion. I mean, if he’s so nice, what’s stopping the others from helping you as well?

“It’s just… They might get a little ‘overprotective’ with you. We haven’t had a visitor for so long, you know?” He fidgets with the rings on his left hand as he speaks. “Usually people only get to the gates outside the grounds before they’re driven away by the other spirits living here, but I’m not sure how you got a pass in…” He grins and caresses your head, playing with your hair as he whispers into your ear, “Did you sell your soul now? Ah, but there’s a heart there still beating.” He places his hand over your heart, and all of a sudden you can feel and hear your heart pounding right in your head. You wince at the feeling, what the hell? “You’re shaking. Are you scared, darling?” Oliver cups your cheek, placing a kiss on the corner of your eye as you blink away a tear forming. It’s so uncomfortable.

You try to push him away from his chest, but your hand phases through as he laughs at you. “Ghost, remember? Well, maybe not a ghost, but similar.” His hand rubs your thigh, and you try to laugh alongside him. “I can touch you, but you can’t touch me. Funny, right? It works the other way around, too.” Your body feels weird, but it’s not bad.

Why did his kiss feel so good? Warmth spreads throughout your body as you look up at him, suddenly desperate for that comforting feeling again. You reach up for his neck, using your hand to push him closer to you. His body feels warm now. What did he do? What the hell was that? His arm sets itself around your waist as he pushes you closer to him, and he grins. “Why’re you so frightened? It’s just me.” His sweet talk sounds so nice now. Oliver. Oliver. Oliver. Oliver.

… What were you thinking about again? Wasn’t it Oliver? It was, wasn’t it? Your heartbeat is still pounding in your head, but do you even care? You don’t, don’t you? Does Oliver care either? His heavy breathing fills your head, almost distracting you from your jumbled thoughts, and you can barely hear what he’s saying. It’s becoming muffled. Something about you being pretty?

“All mine, right?” You tilt your head into his hand, snuggling into his palm as you stare at him in confusion. He sets a small kiss on your forehead and laughs. He’s so handsome. “It’s nothing, never mind.” He leans down and whispers against your lips quickly, “It’s nothing at all.” and then he presses his lips against yours. Ah, they’re so warm. You clutch at his hair as you both deepen the kiss, and you start to hear him moan softly on your mouth.

“Thank the lord I got to you first, you’re all mine.” His breathing is shaky and frantic as you both go back in to kiss each other. You can feel his hands snake down to your hips, then under your pants as he starts to fidget with your panties. No way, it already feels this fucking good, imagine him rubbing your-

All of a sudden, the candles start to flicker in and out, distracting you from the kiss. Oliver looks just as surprised, and then he clicks his tongue and backs away, that warm feeling vanishing from you in almost an instant.

What the hell just happened again? You both were talking about the other people in the house, and then…

That’s it? You could swear there's a small gap in your memory or something…

Eh. Whatever.

Oliver sighs and gets up, brushing himself off. “Dalton's probably throwing a tantrum, or maybe it’s a couple of the servant spirits fighting. The candle’s don’t usually flicker like that unless something else is overpowering the magic.” He scoffs, and looks down at you lovingly. “Stay here in the library, okay? I’ll be back in a bit. Stay on the second level.” He pats your head, and in the blink of an eye, he vanishes through the floor, leaving you alone.

Finally getting out of here sounds like a good idea, fantastic even. You snatch up your bag by the straps and are about to turn, but you feel someone else watching you. Is it the same eyes as before?

… No. It’s someone different. Who could it be? Is it out of malice? You swivel yourself around to get a better look around the place, but you don’t see anyone. Maybe they’re hiding? You frown and take the pocket knife out of your pocket, starting to walk in between bookshelves to find that mysterious person.

The books seem to be dust-free as you drag your fingers across them. Some of the books happen to catch your eye, since they’re in a completely different language altogether, and you know damn well it’s not english. Or any human language for that matter. Maybe you can snatch one up and take it once you leave? It could sell for some good cash. Slipping the book out of it’s place, you analyze both the cover and it’s back, realizing slowly that there's no publisher or author at all. Huh.

You look up from the book to keep looking around, but your eyes meet with someone hiding behind a shelf, peering at you curiously. Well damn, that was fast. You’re already running into Oliver’s roomies. Now, who is this?

Hmm. That doesn’t look like a “Dalton”, maybe Edmund?

… Ah, no, he didn’t like that one. So he must be Alexander.

“You’re the visitor, aren’t you?” The man shuffles uncomfortably behind the bookshelf, and it doesn't take you long to notice his odd attire compared to Olivers. It looks like he’s wearing a sort of black shirt with some ribbons and frills, with a couple buttons unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest. At the same time, you also take notice of the stuffed animal he’s holding, and raise a brow. It’s a big, fat chibi-like rabbit, with huge floppy ears, with several different colors of patching, ranging from a dark purple to a light green. His black hair covers his right eye a bit, and is sticking out in certain places.

You nod slowly, and he steps out the bookshe- Wow, he is pretty damn tall and muscular. He towers over you, but bends down a little to get a better look at you, and vice versa. His eyes are a light blue, mixed with a sort of light purple, and his lips part a bit in wonder. “A new visitor, it’s been so long…” He whispers and his face breaks into a big smile. “Do you hear that, Pochi? A new visitor. Say hi.” He brings the stuffed rabbit up to your face, and you giggle at his little gesture. Pochi’s so cute, with its little tongue sticking out. “Oh, Pochi, be nice.” He grumbles and pounds the stuffed animal on the head.

Oh. Did it just move? You shudder at the thought of a rabid stuffed animal chasing you around, but return his smile once you see that it’s returned.

“Uhm, so, what’re you still doing here? In the library, I mean.” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “You’ve been here for, uhm…” He reaches up and fidgets with some locks of his air, still holding Pochi in his left arm. “Did you happen to be here with Oliver?” You nod, and watch his mouth shift into a frown. “He didn’t make any sort of advances on you, did he?”

Uh.

Should you lie?

Alex sees your hesitation, and takes that as a yes. His brows furrow and he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Ugh, he’s so pushy. If you my want advice, stay away from him. And stay away from Dalton too.” As soon as Dalton's name leaves his mouth, he scowls and hugs Pochi tighter to his chest. If Pochi really is alive, I don’t think Pochi would feel very comfortable right now. “Dalton would just toy with you, and then possibly pull your hair out while he’s at it. He’s no good.” So this is why Alex and Dalton fight often, there's clear dislike here.

If he doesn’t like Oliver or Dalton, how is Edmund?

“Oh, Edmund? Uhm,” The candle’s amber lights flicker again, and he sighs. “He’s okay, I guess. He’s too… Flattering with guests, but he's better than the other two.”

You purse your lips, and he suddenly looks away, bashful. “Uhm.” So does everyone just hate everyone else here? How has this mansion been standing for so long? You sigh and start to walk past him, feeling the chill of his body as you pass by. “Wait, where are you going?” He murmurs and starts to float beside you, still clutching onto Pochi.

You don’t even know yourself, but anywhere but here.

“Oliver told you to stay here, didn’t he? Is that why you’re leaving? You don’t want to see him?” It’s the partial truth, but that's enough. You nod and start to make a break toward the stairs, but he grabs your arm. He’s really cold too. “Wait, ah…” Alex tugs you closer to him, pressing you against both Pochi and himself. Yeesh. It's so chilly. "Come to the sewing room. It, uh, happens to be close to mine, and no one goes there except for me. You won’t find Edmund, but you can relax and just pass the time there until he’s available. He’s probably with Oliver solving the magic issue.”

Ugh, who the hell can you trust in this house? But it’s not like you’re going to get far running away from him, maybe he’ll send Pochi after you if it’s really alive. You agree, and watch a small smile form on his features. “Good, that's good. Come with me.” With a light tug of your arm, he leads you out of the library, peering into the hallway to make sure no one else is passing by. “It’s not a long walk, we’ll be fine.”

“What do I think is going on?” Alex fidgets with Pochi’s arm as he speaks. “It’s probably a couple of the servant spirits. Oh, you don’t even know what they are.” He laughs a little and points to the left, signaling you to keep walking in that direction. The candles keep flickering as you two pass by. “They’re a sort of lesser being than us, but they still have their own thoughts and feelings. One of them isn’t enough to overpower the magic here, but if a large group of them start fighting, it does make things flicker here and there.” he says. “They’ve been having arguments too, recently. Would you like to hear the reason why?” He has your attention. Now, what’s the reason?

“A group of them were cleaning Edmund’s study, and some of them had spilled ink on some of his manuscriptures. They’re all really devoted to their work, you see. Any mistake that they make is punishable to the highest degr-” He suddenly stops in his tracks, and puts a finger to his lips. “Do you hear that?” He smiles, and suddenly there's a loud bang that echoes throughout the hall, along with some yelling and mystical laughter. The laughter doesn’t sound like Oliver. “Those are the spirits laughing. I guess this fight wasn’t too serious.”

He stops in front of two double doors, but instead of the gold engravings that the library had, the wood is black with a large engraving of some creature you can’t comprehend. He holds his hand out to the knob, a small click signaling to him that the doors open, and he twists the handle. “This is, er, my personal work room. Though, I don’t have anything out at the moment…” He pushes the door open, and a large chandelier lights, showcasing the ballroom-like room to you. There’s a large row of mannequins on the left side of the room, and papers scattered all over. A nice patchwork sofa stands on the right side of the room, alongside a side chair covered in the same patchwork. “Oh no…” He whispers and lets go of your arm, rushing over to clean up every paper. You flinch as the door loudly shuts behind you by itself, but you don’t hear the lock click. A good mental note.

“I’m sorry, I forgot I, uh, hadn’t cleaned up from last night.” Just a single look at papers lets you know that he was designing outfits for Pochi to wear. The sketches look similar to how his current outfit looks, with the same black frills snd everything. Ah, did he want him and Pochi to match?

How cute.

“Sorry, it’s just something I’ve been working on to pass the time. One can only play piano and bake for so long.” Alex throws the papers onto a random desk, and he awkwardly smiles. “Come, sit.” He sets Pochi aside on the chair, and takes a seat on the sofa, patting the spot next to him. God, it’s like Pochi is staring into your soul. “Pochi never likes wearing clothes. He always tears it off, so I’m trying to design something comfortable for him.” He fidgets with the frills on his sleeves as you take a seat, and takes a glance at Pochi, before returning his gaze back to you.

So Pochi is alive? Good to know.

Ah, wait a minute, does he design human clothes? Or just for stuffed animals? Well, he does have mannequins, but they’re all naked. Maybe he was planning to design something?

“Oh, well, yes I do, but I haven’t had a model recently.” He frowns. “I used to design clothes for Edmund, but only twice.” He stops and gazes at you, opening his mouth to say something, but he closes it, disregarding the thought. But he still doesn’t break his gaze.

Was he going to ask you to be his model?

“Uhm, no, it’s nothing. It’s just that you would make a good model…” His voice loses its touch as he goes on, and he starts to blabber out endlessly. You can’t even get a word in. “You’re very pretty. I like your hair, your eyes, your skin. I could dress you up forever in outfits and you would look just as beautiful as the last, uhm,” Oh god, what the hell? His eyes pierce into you, and you can’t help but notice the little fidgeting habit he has once he starts to ramble. “You have very nice teeth and lips, I love to see you when you smile.” You look away from him, not sure whether or not to feel flustered or scared. He might mean well by it, but does he have to word it like that? You jump once you feel his cold fingers graze your collarbone, and you glance back at him to find him much, much closer than you would’ve preferred.

But to be completely honest with yourself, you don’t mind. You didn’t really mind Oliver either. They’re both, admittedly, really, really handsome.

Ugh, get your head out of the gutter.

His lips part as he climbs on top of you, breathing hard. You stumble back on the couch, feeling your pocket knife fall out of your pocket, as you gaze up at him. “I love your beating heart, right here.” Wait, wait. Your hearts pounding all in your head. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Why does this feel so familiar? Has this happened before?

“You would make a good doll for me.” He whispers lovingly in your ear, sugaring his words just enough to make you melt. It’s hard to hold back. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” It sounds so nice. You could get drunk off of this feeling.

His lips brush against yours as he pants, kissing you gently as you lock your legs around him. “Oh, sweetheart…” He groans, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire as he nibbles desperately at your bottom lip. Your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck, and his to your hip. You can feel his warm tongue against yours, and you roll your eyes up in pleasure.

Why were you ever thinking about leaving? Of course you could be his model. It’s not like you have anything outside this mansion anyway waiting for you. Alex's here for you. That’s all you really need after all.

… Something in your head is telling you to stop, but should you? Ah. Wait.

You break the kiss with him, panting heavily as he looks down at you in confusion. “What? What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asks, his confusion turning into concern. You shake your head and get up, brushing yourself off. Oh jeez. What was that fuzzy feeling in your head just now?

Was he kissing you? You reach a hand up to your lips and feel your cheeks get hot. You glare down at him on the couch and scowl. Are you kidding me?

Alex looks away with a small chuckle, and you can feel your anger bubbling. “Partial possession,” He starts, “If you really didn’t want to kiss me, your mind would’ve taken control over your body and broken the connection.”

What?

He looks up at you with an odd grin, and he exclaims out in joy. “S-So you see? You truly want me, don’t you?!” His hands are trembling in excitement as he talks to you, laughing insanely at his own delusion. “You do, right, visitor?!”

Is it a delusion? Even if his words are true, he… Ugh!

“Ah, wait!” He yells as you quickly bound out the room, but taking a swift glance back, you notice that he’s not making an effort to stop you. The last glimpse you get of Alex is him peering out from the sewing room, the same way he was gazing at you behind the bookshelf.

You don’t even know where you’re running now. But it’s not like you care anyway. Fuck your backpack, fuck everything in there. It’s time to leave.

You run down a side pair of stairs leading down to the main hall, but you end up in a completely random hallway that you haven’t seen before. All of these corridors are starting to look the same, it’s getting confusing.

You peer into the empty hallway, and have to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

It’s the same exact figure that was looking for you before.

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

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happy spooky month everyone! gonna be writing about some ghost (spirit? poltergeist? idk) boys these next few weeks :) 4 to be exact!

planning this to be a 7 part series, 2 for the intro (this one), then 4 (one for each boy), and then 1 for the finale :)

this first part you get to meet two boys, and then the next part you get to meet the other two!!

you’ll get to learn more about each boy with each part, and maybe yall will get to smash idk

i promise the next part will be shorter <;)

i dont even like how this one turned out but boohoo i gotta post, maybe ill rewrite it or smth

part 2 is here!

[mouwrites]

This is my first time requesting something but can I request a song name "out of my league" by "Fitz and the tantrum", it's lloyd x f reader,it's ok if you don't want to!

Also congrats on 400 followers!

Thank you!! Sorry this one came out a little shorter, I thought the ending was perfect and didn't want to spoil it hehe,,

Word count: 836

Ninjago - Out of My League (Lloyd) (400 follower event)

The view really was beautiful. Way up in the mountains overlooking Ninjago City, the streetlights looked like little stars, and none of that obtrusive noise could be heard. Only the sound of rustling wind and gentle breathing filled the chilled night air. 

Lloyd stood bent over a railing on the lookout point, half-reclining against it with his elbows planted on the top. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to appreciate the peace of this quiet place. It was always nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of being the Green Ninja, and this was one of his favorite spots to do so.

“Hey.”

Lloyd nearly jumped out of his skin, his elbows slipping from the rail and causing him to faceplant into the railing.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” 

And suddenly there you were, at his side, face twisted with concern. 

Lloyd instantly forgot the pain in his face when he saw that it was you, and the sting immediately shifted to his pride. Of all people to do that in front of, why did it have to be you?

“Y/n!” He yelped, cringing at the high pitch of his voice. “What are… what are you doing here?”

You smiled softly, looking out over the city. “Same thing as you, I think.”

The look you gave him prompted him to speak, but Lloyd fumbled with his words. Maybe it was because you were so drop-dead gorgeous, or maybe it was the irresistible way you carried yourself… whatever it was, it had Lloyd hooked on you worse than sugar from the first meeting.

“I… just… enjoying the view, heh. You know.”

You giggled, turning your back to the city and leaning on the railing. Lloyd mimicked you.

“I’m glad that it’s you I ran into up here.”

Lloyd suddenly felt guilty at thinking the exact opposite a moment ago, but the guilt was immediately overshadowed by disbelief.

“Me? You’re glad to see me?” He pointed to himself, looking around to make sure that he was the only “you” you could be referring to.

“Yes, you, Lloyd,” you smiled, cocking your head amusedly. “I’m glad to see you. I feel like this is something that not many people can really appreciate.”

Lloyd’s shoulders relaxed a little as he looked around. “Yeah. The quiet, the isolation, the view…”

“I knew you’d get it.”

Lloyd turned to you with a little smile, accompanied with darkening cheeks when he saw the way you were looking at him. Was that… affection in your eyes? Surely not, he told himself. His brows furrowed as he reminded himself that you were way out of his league, and there was no way you could feel anything for him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Well,” Lloyd looked away bashfully, wondering if he should actually voice what he was feeling. “Maybe not nothing. Whenever I see you, I’m just so enchanted. You’re wonderful, Y/n.”

“Lloyd…”

“I know, I know. You’re way too wonderful for someone like me. I get that. But sometimes I just wish…” He broke off with a single, sad “hah.”

His head drooped, and he shook it slowly back and forth. “I wish I was…”

“Lloyd,” you said again, more firmly this time. Lloyd looked up at you, surprised to see an amused grin on your face.

“Look at you, talking like that. Saying the same things I’ve been thinking since the moment I met you!”

Lloyd’s eyes went owlish, and he blinked a few times before shaking his head in disbelief. “Wha—you—me? But I’m not—”

“Lloyd, you’re the wonderful one! You’re literally the Green Ninja, and handsome and charming besides!” Your cheeks reddened at your words, a clear sign that you were shy to admit it, but you meant what you said.

Lloyd closed his eyes, shaking his head yet again. He put a hand to his temple, rubbing it as if suddenly fighting a headache brought on by confusion, or disbelief. “Hang on. Let me get this straight. You think I’m wonderful.”

“I do. And you think I’m wonderful, too,” you breathed, your heart soaring as your own words met your ears.

Lloyd was still clearly struggling to grasp the situation, and he was about to say something again but you silenced him with a kiss.

He stiffened at first, surprised. But soon he was melting into your touch, wrapping his arms around you to hold you closer.

When you parted, you just stared at each other, eyes reflecting starry amazement.

“Y/n,” Lloyd whispered, afraid to speak any louder with your incredibly close proximity. “I love you.”

You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder with overwhelming glee. “I love you too.”

Lloyd laughed, lifting you by the waist and twirling you around once. “I’m wonderful, you’re wonderful—this is…!”

“Wonderful!” You finished, laughing now too. “I think wonderful people belong together.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Lloyd set you down, pulled you away from your shoulder and into another sweet kiss.

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