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A FUTURE WORTH LIVING | CS55

an: this was a request from @carlossainzapologist and RAHHHHH they’ve given me so many ideas chat be ready to be blown up on here please enjoy knight!carlos

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The castle walls were always cold at night, the chill seeping into her bones no matter how many fires roared in the hearth. She stood at the balcony, the silk of her gown whispering against the stone as the wind tangled itself in her hair. Below, the training yard was empty, save for one figure—Carlos.

He moved like the ocean, each swing of his blade fluid and unyielding. Moonlight danced along the edge of his sword, casting fleeting shadows that seemed to mock her. She had watched him countless nights like this, a silent penance for the sin of her love. The knight was hers in duty, bound to protect her with his life, but not in the way her heart so desperately craved.

She clenched the railing, the cool stone biting into her palms. Tomorrow, she would stand before an altar, draped in gold and jewels, and vow her life to a man she barely knew. A prince who was everything a kingdom could hope for—noble, strong, diplomatic. And yet, she could barely remember the color of his eyes.

Carlos, on the other hand... She could sketch the curve of his jaw from memory, trace the faint scar that cut through his brow with her fingertips. But he had never once looked at her as though she were anything more than his charge.

She turned away, unwilling to let the tears fall where they might be seen, even by the night.

“Your Highness,” his voice broke through the stillness, low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine.

She hadn’t heard him climb the stairs. “Carlos,” she said, forcing her voice to remain steady.

He stood in the doorway, his armor glinting faintly in the moonlight. “It’s late. You should rest.”

She laughed softly, bitterly. “Rest will not come easily tonight.”

He hesitated, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You’ve...much to think about, I’m sure.”

Her heart twisted at his careful tone, the way he avoided her gaze. “Do you ever think about what it might be like to leave all of this behind?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos stepped closer, and for a moment, she thought he might say something—something that could shatter the fragile balance they had maintained for years. But instead, he bowed his head.

“My duty is here,” he said, his words as unyielding as the steel he wielded. “With you, always.”

And wasn’t that the cruelest part of all?

She turned back to the balcony, desperate to hide the tremble in her lips. His words echoed in her mind, a hollow comfort and a deeper torment. With you, always. But never in the way she longed for.

“Duty,” she murmured, tasting the bitterness of the word. “And what of desire, Carlos? Do you ever think of what you want?”

The question hung between them like a blade poised to strike. She didn’t expect him to answer; he never did. He was a master of restraint, trained to subdue his every impulse, his every want, for the sake of the kingdom.

But this time, he faltered.

“I have no right to want,” he said at last, his voice tight with something she couldn’t quite name.

She spun to face him, her heart pounding. The stoic knight who had stood at her side for years, unflinching, unyielding, looked...fractured. His jaw was clenched, his hands trembling at his sides, as though holding himself back from something he couldn’t afford to let loose.

“Everyone has the right to want,” she said, taking a step closer. Her voice was steadier now, emboldened by the crack in his armour. “Even you, Carlos.”

He shook his head, “It’s late, Your Highness,” he said, his voice cold again, the mask he wore sliding back into place. “You should go to bed.”

Her heart stuttered.

“I…” She swallowed, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. “Carlos, I—”

“Please,” he interrupted, his voice a little softer but still firm. “It’s been a long day. You need rest. Tomorrow, I’ll be here to take you to your wedding.”

The words stung, sharper than any blade. Your wedding.

Her chest tightened. She nodded, but it was a hollow motion, an empty gesture. “Of course,” she whispered, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. “I will go to bed.”

Carlos didn’t move, didn’t speak, as she turned away, her steps heavy as she walked past him and into her chambers. His silence followed her like a shadow, and when the door clicked shut behind her, the walls seemed to close in.

She collapsed onto her bed, the weight of the night pressing down on her chest. The tears came then, hot and relentless, streaking down her face. She buried her face in the pillow, her sobs muffled by the soft fabric, but the pain was no less real. How many years had she spent in this prison of her own making? How many nights had she wondered if he felt the same? And now, she had the answer.

He had never loved her. Not like that.

The cruelest part was that she had always known it. He had always kept his distance, had always put up that invisible wall between them. But tonight—tonight, she had hoped for something different. A sign. A glimpse of what could be. But instead, he had pushed her away, as he always did. As he was bound to.

And tomorrow, she would marry a prince. Not Carlos.

The thought was suffocating.

She cried until the tears were spent, her body aching with grief. The room, the bed, the very air around her felt like a tomb. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, but sleep was fitful, filled with dreams of a life she would never have.

When the morning came, bright and cruel, she woke to the sound of birds outside the window. The sun was already rising, casting its light on a future she was powerless to change.

The day had come.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her chamber, staring at the reflection of the woman she was supposed to be. The dress—gold and white, sparkling like the dawn—felt like a weight, a gilded cage around her body. Her hair, braided intricately, was pinned perfectly in place, but her heart was a mess of tangled threads she couldn’t untangle. She had spent the last few hours preparing, her hands trembling with the knowledge of what was to come. The crown, the prince, the vows.

But as she looked into her own eyes, she saw only a woman who had never been allowed to choose her own fate.

Her father’s voice echoed from outside the door. “It’s time, my daughter.”

She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears.

When she stepped into the hall, the air seemed to thicken with the weight of expectation. The guests were already seated, whispering amongst themselves, all of them dressed in their finest clothes, their faces a blur of curiosity and anticipation. The music began to play softly, and her heart raced in response.

She could feel every eye on her as she made her way down the aisle, each step feeling heavier than the last. The golden carpet stretched out before her like a path to a life she had never wanted but had been told to accept. Her father’s arm was warm and steady at her side, but his grip felt more like a shackle than a reassurance.

And then, she saw him.

The prince stood at the altar, tall and regal in his embroidered cloak, his expression composed but his eyes glimmering with the excitement of their union. He was a handsome man, noble, with a smile that promised safety, security. But it was a smile she had never truly felt for.

The thought of marrying him—of giving herself over to someone who had always been a stranger to her—gnawed at her insides.

She caught sight of her people sitting in the pews, the nobles, the courtiers, their faces filled with eager expectation. The kingdom was relying on her. They all expected this—her duty to marry and secure the future of their land. And she had always known it was her responsibility, her burden, to uphold this legacy. But today, as she walked closer to the prince, closer to the altar, something inside her broke.

This wasn’t her life to choose. This was a life written for her before she had even taken her first breath.

Her heart pounded as she neared the altar. The prince’s eyes were fixed on her now, his smile widening. He reached out, eager to take her hand, to finalize the union that had been arranged for years. But something inside her snapped.

She looked to her father, his face a mask of pride and expectation. And then, she whispered—her voice trembling but resolute, despite the tears that threatened to spill.

“I can’t.”

The words were quiet, but the silence that followed felt deafening. Her father’s face faltered, the confusion and anger flashing in his eyes as the entire room fell into stunned silence.

“I can’t do this,” she said again, louder this time, her breath shaking. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Before anyone could stop her, she turned. Her gown swished in the air as she fled from the altar, her heart pounding with every step, every beat screaming to be free. The room erupted in chaos, gasps of shock and whispers of disbelief. Her father’s furious voice called after her, but she didn’t look back.

She ran down the aisle, past the stunned guests, toward the doors. The weight of their eyes was suffocating, but it wasn’t enough to make her stop.

But then, as she reached the doors, she heard it—the sound of footsteps, fast and urgent. A figure pushed through the crowd, his heavy armour clanking as he moved with determination.

Carlos.

Her breath hitched as he came to a stop in front of her, his face flushed with exertion but his eyes filled with something softer—something she hadn’t dared to hope for.

He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. The world had stopped, leaving only the two of them.

“Carlos,” she whispered, her heart thundering in her chest.

He looked at her, his gaze gentle but firm. “You’re not alone,” he said, his voice low, raw. “I’ll be here. Always.”

And for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she allowed herself to breathe, to feel something that was her own.

He reached out, taking her hand with a tenderness she hadn’t dared dream of.

“Come with me,” he urged quietly.

Without a second thought, she nodded, her heart finally free of the chains that had bound it for so long.

Carlos led her swiftly through the palace, his hand firm around hers as they moved with purpose. The chaos of the wedding behind them still echoed in the corridors, muffled voices and heavy footsteps trailing in their wake, but they were already a world apart.

He knew every hidden corner of the palace. Every secret passageway and forgotten alcove. He had trained here for years, had wandered these halls long before he had become her protector. Now, as he led her through a narrow, unlit hallway, his grip tightened, a silent promise that he would never let her go.

They reached a small, inconspicuous door at the end of the hall, tucked away in the shadow of a grand staircase. With a glance over his shoulder, Carlos pushed the door open, revealing a small room that had been untouched by the outside world for as long as either of them could remember.

The walls were lined with old tapestries, their colors faded with time, and the floor was covered in a thick rug. There were no windows—no light except for the soft glow of torches on the far wall. The air was thick with dust, but it felt safer than any grand chamber in the palace. Here, in this forgotten corner, they could be hidden from everything, from everyone.

He closed the door behind them, the click of the lock sounding final.

For a moment, they both stood in silence, catching their breath. She was still in her wedding gown, the fabric bunched around her legs, her chest rising and falling with each breath. His hands were still warm from the grip he had kept on her, his fingers now twitching with the need to touch her again.

Carlos took a step closer, the heat between them building. His eyes searched hers, full of questions, but also something deeper—something he had fought to conceal for years.

She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. “What now?”

Carlos didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, his hand gently brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. His touch was hesitant, as if he were afraid she might vanish if he moved too quickly.

“I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. “I didn’t mean to make you run. But I couldn’t let you do this, not when I knew you weren’t ready.”

Her heart skipped at the weight of his words. He knew her. Truly knew her.

“You should’ve let me go,” she whispered, her voice strained. “You should’ve stayed out of it. This is not our fight.”

He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “It’s always been our fight, Your Highness. I’ve watched you—” His voice faltered as if the confession had come too suddenly. “I’ve watched you give everything for this kingdom, for your people, for your father. But it was never your choice, was it? Not once. And I couldn’t bear to watch you live a life you didn’t want.”

The words were like a dagger to her chest, but they were also freeing. For the first time in her life, someone saw her, truly saw her—beyond the princess, beyond the duty. He saw her heart.

“I don’t want to marry him,” she said, the words coming out with a rush of emotion she hadn’t allowed herself to feel until now. “I never did.”

Carlos stepped closer, his breath mingling with hers. “Then don’t. Not now. Not ever.”

She looked up at him, her chest tight with something she couldn’t name. “But what do we do now, Carlos? What’s left for us?”

He didn’t hesitate. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to spill from her eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Whatever you need, I’ll be there. Always.”

And in that moment, everything that had been left unsaid, all the years of longing and silence, came crashing down.

Carlos leaned in, his lips brushing against hers for the briefest of moments, tentative, searching. She gasped, her heart racing as she finally let herself feel everything she had been holding back. She kissed him back, her hands moving up to his chest, tugging at the fabric of his tunic, desperate to feel him closer.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressed against one another as though they were two halves of a whole, finally coming together. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth claimed hers with a fierce urgency.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her breath coming in short gasps as the heat between them intensified, the room spinning with a mixture of passion and desperation.

She had imagined this moment a thousand times—dreamed of it in the silence of her heart—but nothing had prepared her for the reality of it. The way his hands burned against her skin, the way his lips moved over hers with a hunger that matched her own.

Carlos pulled back for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’ve always wanted this,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

And without another word, they kissed again, this time with a fierceness that spoke of all the years they had spent apart, of all the moments they had lost. In that hidden room, within the walls of the palace that had confined them both, they were finally free.

Just as their kiss deepened once more, a sharp, urgent knock at the door shattered the fragile moment between them. The sound echoed in the small room like a warning bell.

She pulled away immediately, her heart leaping into her throat as she scrambled to straighten herself. The panic rose within her, hot and suffocating. What if it was her father? What if the whole palace had come after her?

Carlos, too, immediately stepped back, his expression flickering between concern and irritation. He moved toward the door swiftly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though it wasn’t drawn. His eyes met hers for a brief moment, and in that glance, there was no need for words. They both knew they were far from safe.

The knock came again, louder this time, followed by a low voice from the other side.

“Carlos? Open the door. It’s Lando.”

Her heart skipped. Lando—one of the knights she recognised from the court. He had always been polite, professional, and loyal to her family, but what was he doing here?

Carlos hesitated for only a moment before he reached for the latch and opened the door. Lando stood there, his expression tense, eyes scanning the room quickly. He wasn’t wearing his armor, but he was still dressed in the colors of the royal guard, his dark cloak billowing slightly behind him.

“Carlos,” Lando began, his voice low but urgent, “I’ve heard the rumors. Your princess...she’s gone?”

Carlos didn’t answer right away, his gaze still fixed on Lando, weighing the situation.

“Yes,” Carlos said, his voice steady but tinged with something like defiance. “She’s with me. No one else knows of this.”

Lando nodded, glancing quickly at her—still in her wedding gown, eyes wide with fear—and then back at Carlos.

“Good,” Lando said, stepping inside without waiting for permission. “I’m not here to make trouble. I’m here to get you both out.”

The words struck her like a bolt of lightning. “Get us out?” Her voice trembled, the reality of what that could mean slowly sinking in. “Where? How? They’ll come for us. The entire palace…”

Lando closed the door behind him with a soft thud, cutting off the room’s only escape from the chaos outside. He leaned against the door, his hands steady. “I have a plan. I know the back routes. I can get you on a train, to the border. The prince and your father will have no idea you’ve gone. But we need to move now, before they realise what’s happened.”

Carlos turned to her, his eyes dark with unspoken emotion, but this time there was no hesitation. He wasn’t waiting for her to choose anymore.

But she was frozen, her mind racing. The weight of everything was bearing down on her—her family, the kingdom, her future. She had run away from her wedding, run away from the life she had been promised. It wasn’t just a momentary flight of passion. This was real, and there would be no going back.

Her heart was torn between the life she had been forced into and the man standing in front of her. She had always known she was meant for something more, but this—this escape—felt so final. So dangerous.

The room seemed to close in around her, the walls pressing against her chest as she breathed in sharp, ragged breaths.

“I can’t... I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Carlos took a step toward her, his hand gentle on her arm. “You don’t have to decide now, but we don’t have time. They’ll find us, and they’ll make sure you marry him. You’ve already decided you can’t go through with that. So what are you going to do? Stay here, be forced into a life you never wanted?”

The words stung, but they were true. She had always been the dutiful daughter, the princess. She had always done what was expected. But this—this was hers.

She looked at Lando, then back at Carlos. The decision was there, right in front of her.

The chaos of the wedding, the pressure of her family’s expectations, the silence she had lived in for so long—it all came rushing to the surface. She didn’t have time to think anymore.

Fuck it.

The thought shot through her mind like a spark to kindling.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady now, her decision final.

Carlos’ eyes softened, relief flooding through him. He reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You won’t regret this.”

“I already have,” she replied, a wild grin breaking across her face. “But this... this is my choice.”

Lando smiled, and with a quick nod, he moved toward the door. “We’ll need to move fast. You two better follow me.”

Carlos took her hand, guiding her toward the door, but before they stepped into the unknown, she paused for a moment.

“Carlos,” she whispered. He turned to her, his hand resting on her back. She looked at him with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. “Are you sure? Will you stay with me? I... I don’t want to be alone in this.”

Carlos stepped closer, his voice firm. “You’re not alone. I will always be here.”

And with that, they followed Lando through the dark corridors of the palace, the sound of their footsteps fading into the distance.

They were no longer bound by duty, by royal expectation, by anything but their own desire for freedom. And in that moment, they realised that together, they could forge a new path—one they chose.

the end.

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starheavenly · 1 month ago

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hiii!!! loving your locket comics!!!!!! just wanted to ask a few questions about your process, if you dont mind :D

whats your general process like?

do you do thumbnails, how do they look like?

roughly how long does it take you to complete a comic panel or page?

how detailed are your sketches? do you do multiple?

do you have any specific techniques for lineart?

do you typically use references for your comics?

generally, how much effort and focus do you put into your comics?

do you have any advice for drawing comics?

sorry for for the absolute bombardment of questions, lmao. just really enjoy your art and comics and very interested in the behind the scenes!! feel free to skip any questions (or this whole ask) well wishes and salutations!!! :D

Hello! I'm so glad you enjoy my comics, and I totally don't mind breaking down the process!

For a normal comic page, I would likely actually write a script since it's much easier to keep track of dialogue and actions. But since these are short, I just write it into my thumbnails.

Step 1: Thumbnails. Easily one of my favorite parts, since I get to throw all my ideas down. I do these comics on a 2-panel grid, so I don't have to worry about actual paneling, and it allows me to focus more on the setup of each shot. Think of it like storyboarding!

Step 2: Add cleaner thumbs if needed. I actually made 3D models of Deadlock and Ratchet's chest in Blockbench, so I often trace them to save myself some time! (It might look insane, but I promise, for me, it's not.)

Step 3: Lettering! I actually like to get the lettering out of the way right away since it can take a while. Ever since I started treating lettering as its own form of art, my skills have gotten better, but it also takes much longer.

Step 4: Clean sketch! I'm just now finding out that people think I’m doing lineart for these? I am not… these are all just clean sketches. Maybe doing the blackwork gives the illusion of lineart?

Step 5: Color! Most of these comics are in black and white to save time, but it also lets me focus on values and shot framing again. I add my glow overlay to the eyes, and boom, done!

Roughly how long does it take you to complete a comic panel or page?

It really depends on how complicated the panels are. I like to step out of my comfort zone. I know the Grimlock and Misfire one took longer because of how many panels there were and the fact that I was drawing characters I’d never drawn before, but I’d say it usually takes around 5-8 hours for a whole page.

Do you typically use references for your comics?

I'm literally the reference GOD- we all know this. But yes, I love using references and doing character studies. I have yet to do a study on LL Drift, but I have a few references of him that I’ve made.

Generally, how much effort and focus do you put into your comics?

I mean, I wouldn't say I don't put in a lot of effort? I put in enough. I don't know… there's a point in the clean sketch process where you can kind of just turn off your brain. I'm passionate about comics, but we can all agree there's a point in a drawing where you just zone out.

Do you have any advice for drawing comics?

I think being able to balance dialogue and visuals is super important. I don't know if you guys have picked up a graphic novel from Barnes & Noble recently, but if you open a page, you'll see a character sitting with the biggest bubble you've ever seen, filled with paragraphs of text. While I get it—being a novel as much as it's graphic—I personally like to visualize emotions more. If it means adding two more panels to make an interesting dialogue setup, I don't mind doing it. Another thing to remember is that not all panels need to have details or 100% effort. Sometimes you need to simplify and move on, and that's okay! Those two extra panels that are giving you a better stage setup might be the ones that need fewer details and less time. I would consider my comic page work and my 4-panel work very different. One is about paneling, setup, and visuals, while the other is very much like storyboarding. Both are skills you learn with practice and study.

#long post #sawyersez #my art #artists on tumblr #tutorial #art tutorial

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sombrathedragon · 5 days ago

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Soooooo I wanted to do a DTIYS for my birthday (which is in 3 days btw !! :D) but I’m too impatient to wait so you guys are getting it now !!! :D and I’m at THREE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS ?? Tysm guys !!! :D

Wrath. Sing, O Animus of the wrath of Kestrel’s daughter Peril. Murderous, doomed who cost the Skywings countless lives, hurdling up to be reborn, so many sturdy souls.

[plain text: Wrath. Sing, O Animus of the wrath of Kestrel’s daughter Peril. Murderous, doomed who cost the Skywings countless lives, hurling up to be reborn, so many sturdy souls.]

more info about dtiys under cut !!

Sooo I was trying to think of what to do for my dtiys, as I wanted to combine my 2 top interests (Wof and Greek mythology), and technically I have to thank @mythos321 for speaking about the idea of a Wof x Iliad AU in the first place lol (I have not stopped thinking about it) Sooo tada !! You guys get Peril as Achilles and Clay as Patroclus :3 (technically cause that’s the vibe I was going for here)

RULES:

I would like for you to use my Peril design :] but for Clay I don’t mind what design to use for him :D

You can relatively change perils pose! But I would like it if you kept it at a side angle like I have it :] but she can be like attacking someone, flying down, or just like I have her, just make her distraught! >:D also keep Clay grabbing onto her :3

The due date will be June 1st, but if you need an extension feel free to ask me for one !! :3

If you have questions, I don’t bite :3 (but feel free to ask me any !!)

use the tag #sombradtiys2025

NO AI OR TRACING ALOUD.

any level of artist welcome !!

PRIZES:

1st place: Fully shaded and colored drawing of oc/Wof character

2nd place: Fully colored drawing of oc/Wof character

3rd place: Sketch/doodles of any oc/Wof character

Have fun !!! :3

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silentwhispofhope · 2 years ago

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*Limping to your request box* I MISSED YOU AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA FILLED WITH FLUFF!! Is it okay to request?

💞[Skin Writing/Drawing Soulmate AU]✍️ 🖌️ - Reader is an artist and constantly draws many art in their skin because it's just so satisfying! Their soulmate Vash feels appreciated, in love, and beautiful whenever Reader's drawing appear on his skin. Their art just gives him a reason to love his skin despite skin scars 🥺 🖋️ - Reader does calligraphy, and they sometimes quote the bible doing it cause why not? Soulmate Wolfwood just looks with a soft, maybe teasing smile as he sees his soulmate's work. 😎 📜 - Reader is a poet and they randomly have ideas and prompt all throughout the day, so they grab a pen and start writing all the poetry from their head. Soulmate Knives who's intellectual and curious admires whenever his soulmate's writing appear on his skin, he just covers it from others eyes because pest don't deserve to see this beauty. 🌱

YOU CAN PICK TWO OUT OF THE THREE!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE MY FRIEND!!! 😍💝💌

- Sugar Plum Anon 💟

A/N: Just for you Sugar Plum Anon, I’ll do all three <3 I do hope you’re alright though! Please do stay safe! Since I’m doing all three, I hope you’re alright with headcanons instead of normal lil’ one shots. :)

Skin Writing/Drawing Soulmate AU Headcanons

Vash

He was absolutely scared out of his mind when he first saw the ink appear on his skin. He even went as far as to try to scrub his skin raw, and the ink was still fresh as ever. Poor blondie is wondering how the hell something like this is happening.

Meanwhile, you’re doodling like there’s no tomorrow with your ballpoint pen, tracing the outlines of your veins and doodling smiling faces.

Over time, Vash learns to just accept the random appearance and disappearance of drawings across his body. At the end of the day, it’s like a fun little game to see what’s been sketched on him underneath his turtle neck.

It takes a while for Vash to realize that it’s his soulmate doodles appearing on his skin. Warmth floods his heart each time he thinks of this, causing him to lovely trace the marks across his own skin.

He would laugh sometimes at the sudden ink smear appearing on his skin before new sketch marks appeared, your work hypnotizing him. He especially loved when you used different colors, almost painting his skin like a canvas. Eventually, he makes the move to respond.

So imagine your surprise when you find a poorly drawn flower appear on your skin. Ensue the same panic Vash experienced when you remembered you didn’t draw that.

Wolfwood

Scrubbing his skin did nothing. Seeing the scripture on his forearm made him wonder if he had perhaps gotten too drunk the night before and had gotten a tattoo.

The fancy calligraphy was choice, especially with that proverb. For the lips of the adulterous woman drop honey, and her speech is smoother than oil. Wolfwood decided that there could be worse things etched into his skin from that old religion.

You, on the other hand, were giggling to yourself. Oh, the irony of something appearing to beautiful but naughty. A snort escapes from one of your nearby friends.

He didn’t put anymore thought into it until the next day when the ink disappeared. Lowkey, thought he was super dehydrated for him to imagine that, but nope, even after drinking tons of water, the ink was no longer on his skin.

Cue some praying. He nearly has a heart attack when more ink appears on his skin. He has to go back to the orphanage and ask the elders for help on understanding the situation. Turns out it’s a soulmate thing, one which they didn’t even bother to mention until now.

Overtime, he appreciates the calligraphy he appears on his skin, particularly when new motifs appear. Wolfwood liked seeing you test new things and watch as the ink appear on his skin.

However, he was very glad to wear long sleeves when you would write down a particularly dirty proverb like 5:19. He would always end up blushing a bright red like a tomato, a huge contrast to his normal, stoic personality.

Imagine, your surprise when you notice fresh ink on your skin. For your ways are in the full view of the LORD in basic script.

Knives

He almost didn’t see the script appear on his arms, the ink nearly blending into his suit and pale skin. His fingers traced the letters he could make out. Knives immediately knew what this meant, it was his soulmate reaching out- most likely not knowing what was happening.

He tried to ignore it the best he could and kept himself covered with his cloak. Having someone would just drag him down, make it harder to reach his goal of eradicating humanity. However, his curiosity got the best of him.

Taking another look, the bleach blond quickly recognized the letters as chords with their denoted accidentals. Luckily for him, he new how to play. It was child’s play, really.

Meanwhile, your trying to understand how to play different songs only by listening too them. You were too stubborn to look them up, very confident in your ability.

And so it became a pattern for him to decipher your song you had written on his arm. He would spend hours playing the piano, watching the notes on his arm be crossed out and replaced. The composition rarely stayed imprinted on his skin for longer than a day.

Often, Knives would see lyrics being written with the chords. A little artist are we now? His small joke to himself caused a small smile. He would end up humming them, his low voice cutting through the air. It was for the sake of rhythm, he told himself.

Imagine your surprise when you saw a new. mark you knew you hadn’t inscribed into your skin, a word marked out for another.

#trigun stampede #trigun x reader #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #knives x reader #vash the stampede #nicholas wolfwood #millions knives #gender neutral reader #trigun #reader insert

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hobiebrownismygod · 1 year ago

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Could you make a hobie fanfic where you and hobie plan and paint a mural/graffiti and in doing discover things about each other? Idk I think that art can show a lot about someone and it would be cool to see that with hobie

OMG, this is such a cute idea!! What I wrote was a little bit short, so sorry if that's a problem. I'm willing to add on if you'd like more though :) I tried to include some indirect symbolism and characterization, but if it doesn't make sense, feel free to ask <3

Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x GN!Reader

Sketch with Me - Short Fic

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In a universe where color was a crime, a city where individuality was a sin, and a culture based around greed and want, Hobie Brown stood out amongst the masses. Hobie had always been a child of chaos, never conforming to the ideals others imposed on him, and never trusting the higher-ups to know what was best for him. In a world where everyone kept themselves locked under a mask, Hobie Brown used his mask to express himself even further, surpassing a limit that had been pulverizing the citizens of London ever since that dreadful election.

But that mask wasn't the only way for him to indirectly flip Osborne off.

"A mural?"

"More of graphic declaration, but yes."

"That's what a mural is."

"Eh..."

You gave your best friend a sore look, eyes running over his figure sprawled out across the couch and boredly shredded paper between his fingers. He sat up and looked back at you, that mischievous grin spreading across his face. "And I know just the place to do 't."

"No."

He blinked at you. "B-But you 'aven't even heard what I was gonna say-"

"One of Osborne's places, right? They're always swarming with cozzies (cops)." You said, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him. He nodded sheepishly, standing up and walking over towards you. "I'm not going to get myself arrested for some lousy graffiti."

"I won't let y'get arrested." he looked a bit hurt at the fact that you didn't believe he'd be able to keep you out of jail.

"You can't promise that." You replied, paying no mind to his frown.

"But I can." he held out his pinky towards you, tilting his head to the side with a smile. "I swear." You rolled your eyes at him, muttering your annoyance under your breath before you interlocked your finger with his, effectively giving him what he wanted and signing your refusal away.

"What are we gonna paint?" You asked with a sigh, moving over so he could sit next to you. He plopped down on the couch. "I don't care what it is as long as it pisses Ozzy off." he grinned, leaning back against the couch. "Lot's of color, lot's of tongues and lot's of harsh words. He won't like that ruining his pretty mansion."

You snorted under you breath, grabbing his sketchbook from the table in front, along with a half-broken pencil. You flipped through while he watched, stopping on a blank page and pressing the pencil against the paper. You hesitated, looking back at him. "So...what are we gonna paint?"

"What do you want to paint?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Mmm..." you began to sketch out a rough outline of what you wanted to spray onto that wall. He wanted colorful. Hobie leaned over your shoulder, watching as you messily drew out what looked somewhat like a woman's side profile, her hair sticking up in odd, angled spikes and a lollipop protruding from her mouth. Her eyes were closed, with long, thick lashes, and you sketched in a singular teardrop falling down her cheek.

Hobie nodded, a small smile spreading across his face. "Tha's lovely." You smiled back, putting the book down and staring at it, biting the inside of your cheek as you mulled over what else you could add. Hobie ran his finger along the outline of her hair. "Make it rainbow, lots of green and purple."

His eyes lit up as he traced his finger onto the tear. "And make this red."

"Red?" you asked with a laugh. "Tears aren't red."

"'s not about what color they are normally. It's about wot they symbolize." He said cockily, pulling out the collar of his shirt with his finger as if he was too hot. "Yeah?" You asked with a laugh. "And what do they symbolize?"

He thought for a moment. "Anger." He looked back down. "Yeah, anger. Anger at wha's going on in London, anger at those wankers up in Ozzy's parties, anger at-" he stopped himself, taking a deep inhale as he sat back. "You know what I mean" his expression darkened.

You put your hand on top of his, offering him a reassuring smile before you labeled down the teardrop as 'red'. "For the words, I'm thinking we could write words that her face will cover up." You scribbled down random things like 'money' and 'police', erasing the parts that her face covered up. "Yeah, that's cool." He said, tone returning back to normal.

"We put the A on her cheek" Hobie added, referring to the ACAB symbol he added onto all his graffiti art pieces. You obliged, writing down a small 'A' that the two of you would detail when you actually painted it later. The two of you looked over it one last time. "It's simple." you said with a slight frown. "It's perfect."

He stood up with a grin, offering his hand over to you. As you took his hand, he pulled you towards him, picking the sketchbook out of your grasp and tucking it into his vest before he spun you around.

"Let's go cause some chaos, shall we darling?"

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tainted-liquor · 1 year ago

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'Swing By Anytime˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Earth1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Personal Seamstress!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! TWs: cursing, you being Miles's M.J., Reader being mean as encouragement (you'll see babes trust) W/C: 1.1k? A/N: Purely for the sake of the plot, miles is like 18-20. NOT SMUT!

"Gorgeous! You're so pretty, girl! Alright, the changing room is to the left, you can put it on the hook. It'll be ready for you tomorrow when I finish making all the proper altercations." You squealed in pure joy. Since you had been a fashion major, outfits had just poured out of you like run-off. Of course every now and again there were people who wanted things custom ordered, which made you extremely happy. But you knew who your favorite customer was. And, speaking of your favorite customer, he should be here right now. There was a muffled tiny 'thwip' noise that you would have missed if you weren't straining to hear every individual sound over the beat of 'Shirt' By SZA in your studio.

You sighed with a small smile, walking to your studio's window. "Darling, I keep telling you this, I have a door, just strut through it whenever you want" you giggled as you lifted the window pane, coming face-to-face with the one and only Spider-Man. "Whatcha got for me today, my dear?" you asked as you beckoned him inside the studio, taking a set in front of the many vision boards you had pinned down to your desk. "Hey! sorry, snips, I'll use the door next time. And I brought this design plan, actually." He hummed with a smile that was hidden behind his mask. He had a habit of calling you snips due to always seeing you with some sort of scissors, not that you minded anyway. He walked up to you and handed you a folded-up piece of paper, which had a plethora of sketches for a new Spider-Man suit.

Your eyes widened with joy as you took a scan of the paper. Next to the various drawings, there was one circled design with many notes jotted down next to it with measurements, material, color shades, and substitute color shades. It was the most solid suit plan you had ever seen. You turned the paper around to see more notes, and the smaller parts of the suit enlarged. It was perfect from top to bottom. Everything you needed to know was on paper, which made your job unfathomably easier.

"You know I love you for this, right?" You squealed with a wide grin. "Fuck you! How dare you bring such perfection into my studio!" You joked, giving the Spider a tight hug. He chuckled quietly, muttering, "Had to make it easy for my personal seamstress! C'mon, snips, I'd never do that to you." he added as he gave you a pat on the back. Miles usually came into the studio to fix tears or rips in his suit, get patched up, and then swing back out. But recently, he's been talking about reworking his Spider-Suit. So, like a good 'friend' you offered to help him with his project. Of all your clients, only he had given you such a thorough and precise outfit plan.

He began to recall some of his adventures as his alter-ego, letting his mask hook over his nose as he ate some of your cookies on the ceiling. You listened to his experiences as you plucked each corresponding fabric from the fabric closet, placing them next to each other on the ground. You traced each required pattern with a white chalk pencil, referencing the measurements documented on Miles's paper and keeping seam allowance in mind. "Damn, that's crazy...so what'd you do next, B? You had to web her?" you replied as he raved about some Doc-Oc he caught on his way here. "Yeah, I got her in webs and turned her over to the police. She was dead ass putting up a fight too." He spat as he took the final bite of his cookie.

"That's insane...C'mere I gotta make sure I got this little web design right on your mask," You said as you beckoned him to come down from your ceiling. He zipped down, landing on both of his feet within seconds. You held up the small fabric sheet, allowing him to examine the thin markings where his web design would go. "Nice! Looks amazing. Wouldn't expect anything less from mi Costurera personal!" He exclaimed. You smiled delicately as you continued cutting out the patterns, leaving the spaces he wanted to spray paint on blank.

You spent the next 9 hours talking as you finished his suit and mask. He leaned back on your desk, arms crossed against his chest as you explained color theory, why you were sewing his suit inside out, and why you outlined the pattern with white chalk. It was getting dark outside, and you felt slightly drowsy as you finished the last stitches on his mask. "Alright, love, here you go. I'm pretty sure it's the right size, but put it on when you get time and come back if it's too small." you smiled as you hand him the mask. "Oh, dope! Bet." He says as he suddenly pulls off his mask, releasing his fluffy hair from the tight confines of the spandex. Your eyes widened as you slowly realized Spider-Man had casually taken his mask off in front of me.

You didn't hide that you were staring at his entire face, analyzing his features as soon as the mask came off. He chuckled as he put the other mask on, looking in the mirror on the wall to check out his new mask. "It's perfect! It's exactly like how I wanted, you're a literal angel!" he fanboys as he poses like a dork in my mirror. "How much do I owe you?" He asks as he turns around, fidgeting with the gloves of his suit as he pulled out a wad of money from seemingly nowhere. "Pshh, bitch you look amazing. Just take the suit. It's free." I insisted, leaning back in my chair and placing both feet on my desk.

His eyes narrowed as he advanced to me, grabbed my wrist, and firmly placed the money in my hand. "That was 10 hours of work. I'm NOT taking advantage of your labor." He stated, pulling off his mask purely so he could give me the most serious, slightly-offended look of his life. I nodded slowly as I put the money in my bag cautiously. "Good. Thank you, mi angelita!" He added, pressing a small kiss to my forehead. "C'mon, I'll swing you home. I know your studio closed hours ago" he reasoned as he scooped me up from my chair, throwing me over his shoulder and slipping his new mask back on. "Spidey, c'mon its really no trou-" I began

"Miles." He corrected.

I sighed as I packed up his suit, gently wrapping it in a cute little box and signing it with my infamous signature, "M.J." before wrapping both arms around his neck gently and giving him a small kiss on his temple, mentally preparing myself to swing through half the damn city at inhumane speeds.

Miles's eyes widened at the small detail, turning to look behind him slightly with a small smirk.

"M.J, huh?"

#across the spiderverse #atsv #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles x reader #miles morales headcanons #miles molares #across the spider verse #spiderverse #earth 1610 miles morales x reader

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artist-heart83 · 3 months ago

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First week of the smg4tober finished!

Decided to do every time the week is finished and show some concepts and the sketches from each day.

Day 1

You know I want to do something simple at first, but lol

This was the original sketch

But then I changed it for two reasons:

1. Struggling with the way Three would hold the remote and

2. I remember that Jub Jub got possessed by the remote, best solution ever

First time drawing some of these guys, but really love the ending result, it was worth it to stay up until 3 am

Day 2

This is like.. one of the first episodes that come to mind when I think in a favorite, I have a few more but this one have one of my favorite catch phrase: “Back by unpopular demand… ME!”

This day was meant to have an extra drawing, that was the reason why Four and Three got their hands stuck

It was this one (in the case culprit is bad written, shhhhh I was tired)

Due to time, I have to scrape it, but it help me a lot to make easy the next drawing

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Fun fact: Day 3, 4 and 5 were draw in my phone, just made a quick sketch in a note app that come in my phone and do the lineart and coloring on MediBang

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Day 3

Original idea was drawing all smgs, but due to me having to go to a little trip, I have to stop my ambition ass

I decided to draw SMG1 and SMG2 because of the fact that scrap the little doodle from the day before and because they’re my favorites and also to do my own designs

I have fun designing SMG1 clothes, it mostly inspired by @/nomono3 design (not tagging because haha I’m shy)

Day 4 and 5

Since I have to think on simple drawings due to my own limitations, maybe I would do this with the other characters or maybe not, let’s see

Mostly those drawing were the first time that my brain come with it, really fun the Mario one hahaha

Also like I said in tags, the “objection” was traced from the original because I couldn’t find one in good quality

Day 6

I was brainstorming on which au draw but then I realize how important Apprenticeship AU is for me that I didn’t think twice

Originally, the idea was drawing Exubus with Smg4 but then I couldn’t decide if I do that or just draw SMG5 and SMG6, so I make a quick poll on the server that I’m in and the guys win

Luckily, because I remember that I uploading these drawings on Twitter and then rethink the idea of making the drawing spoiler free hahaha

But hey, I like you, have the sketch of the initial idea

If you ask me how I felt doing all of these, it fun!

Still struggling drawing caps and I make my calculations and I have draw them like… 11 times or more

Boy next week have my favorite movie, favorite character and I have the opportunity to draw Niles hehehehe, I have the Revelations day sketch, I could show it but naaaah, see ya tomorrow

#smg4 #heart talks #heart sketchbook

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yatsurinamikaze · 7 months ago

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Sombre (ninth - part i) - (ninth - part ii) - (ninth - part iii)

//tw: miscarriage, blood, depression, dark stuff, angst

Miya Atsumu x Reader (Angst!)

Life in your village was… comforting. Mornings began with helping your father in the kitchen, resuming your morning runs, and feeding ducklings by the pond. With your neighbor, Mr. Kishimoto, you ventured into the rhythmic choreography of seaweed farming, where the ebb and flow of the ocean soothed the pain in your heart. The days were relatively busier. Yet, as dusk fell and night draped its veil, you found yourself in the quiet of your room with an unsettled mind, tears trickling slowly as you hugged your pillow tightly until morning came again.

One afternoon, while browsing the quaint local market, you spotted Mrs. Tanaka and a young, eccentric woman named Yuki with short, brightly dyed hair and a paint-splattered smock, standing in stark contrast. "Y/n-chan!" Mrs. Tanaka greeted warmly, her eyes crinkling with delight as you exchanged greetings. She grabbed a yogurt from the shelf and turned to leave, then paused with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, by the way, Yuki was looking for some help painting a background tapestry for the Eisa festival. Are you free to lend her a hand?"

Your eyes narrowed as you tried to decipher her smile. Slowly, you nodded, "Sure." Yuki beamed with enthusiasm. "Let's meet on Sunday at my studio by the beach. It'll be a blast!"

On Sunday, you arrived at Yuki’s studio, where she had transformed an old fishing shack into a vibrant workspace. You were greeted by canvases splashed with bright colors and the scent of fresh paint lingering in the air. Yuki welcomed you with a wide grin. “Shall we get started?” She handed you a brush and pointed to a bucket of paint. You began painting the backdrop, mirroring her movements.

After some time, Yuki began sharing her passion. “I love expressing Okinawa's spirit through my paintings,” she explained animatedly, showing you her sketches for the tapestry. “Art allows me to capture the essence of this island—the rich culture, vibrant colors, and deep connection to nature.”

You listened intently, captivated by Yuki's fervor. Your eyes traced the intricate details of her work. “It's amazing how art can convey so much emotion and beauty,” you mused, recalling your own joy in photography. “Capturing moments in time felt like capturing a piece of the soul.”

Yuki's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Why did you stop?" she asked gently. You sighed, a hint of regret tugging at your heart. "Life happened, I suppose. Moving to Osaka, starting a career, and then... other things got in the way. I lost touch with what brought me joy.”

Yuki nodded thoughtfully. "Sometimes life distracts us from what truly matters,” she hummed, continuing, “But you're back now, and Okinawa is waiting for you to rediscover its beauty through your lens."

"Yeah... maybe," you hummed along with Yuki's song, stroking the brush against the canvas. You started thinking about your old camera, making a mental note to ask your dad about it. Mrs. Tanaka entered, marveling at the progress you both had made.

Suddenly, a mischievous grin spread across Yuki's face. "You know, yn-chan, we should capture Mrs. Tanaka doing the Eisa dance! That would be a sight to behold!"

You chuckled, picturing the usually composed Mrs. Tanaka in the midst of the dance. "That would be quite a photo! Mrs. Tanaka, are you up for it?"

Mrs. Tanaka chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, my dear, you might need a faster camera for that!" The three of you burst into laughter.

Inspired by Yuki's encouragement and lighthearted humor, you returned home that evening with renewed determination. Rummaging through your belongings, you unearthed your old camera, its familiar weight comforting. Alongside it, you found a few photographs from your early days.

Standing by the window, you gazed out at the tranquil Okinawan landscape bathed in twilight's soft glow. The rhythmic lull of the ocean waves echoed a gentle reassurance, prompting a realization to bloom within your soul.

In the quiet solitude of your thoughts, you recalled Yuki's words, “Those who find contentment within themselves will be truly rich.” This resonated deeply, reminding you that true wealth lay not in material possessions but in finding peace and fulfillment within oneself.

You understood that amidst life's tumultuous journey, finding solace in passions and embracing self-love were the foundations of happiness. Each click of the shutter would capture not only Okinawa's beauty but also your journey—of healing, rediscovery, and the profound wisdom gained through embracing solitude.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of gold and lavender across the sky, a serene calm settled within your heart. With a peaceful smile, you whispered a silent promise to yourself—to never lose this part of yourself again.

You realized that true happiness begins within oneself before it can be shared with others.

I know the three parts of the ninth chapter are boring. Bear with me. :)

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misquitz · 5 months ago

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buckysgrace · 1 year ago

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Fourteen

Kim felt like she had used a whole bottle of hair spray by the time she’d finally gotten some volume to it. Her curls weren’t nearly as noticeable at this length, nor did it want to style in any of the ways that she was used to putting it in. She was so frustrated by the time she was finished getting ready that she thought it would be better to shave it off completely.

“I like it,” Billy said gently as he touched the ends of her hair. He tossed it lightly in his hands, wearing a bright smile on his lips. She shrugged her shoulders, doing her best to smile at his compliment. She still hated her hair and it left her feeling bitter, “You look very pretty.” He mumbled softly, his blue eyes raking over her features as he pressed her lips against hers. She sighed against his mouth, moving her mouth against his eagerly.

“Uh,” Sam’s voice broke them apart, “I figured we could leave early on Saturday morning. I booked a motel about half way, we’d get home later in the afternoon on Sunday.” He told them gently as he began to make himself a cup of coffee. Kim tucked her hair behind her ear, wincing at how stiff and sticky it felt against her fingers.

She felt a flush spreading over her cheeks, although Sam acted unbothered at the sight of them kissing. She honestly wasn’t sure if Billy bothered him or not. He didn’t really bring it up, nor did he ever act like he was upset with how she and Billy acted. She wondered if he cared at all.

“Okay,” She said gently, still hating the idea that they were moving. Max seemed to be just as gloomy over it as well, “That’ll work.” She looked back up towards Billy, noticing the calculated look in his eyes. She was well aware that he didn’t trust Sam, not that she could really blame him. All of his valuables had been locked up, hidden tightly away.

She didn’t know how to explain to Billy that her father really did seem different this time around. It reminded her of when she was younger, far before she noticed the hold his addiction had on him. She’d noticed newer things about Sam as well, such as he was always busy with his hands. He had many crosswords and different puzzles that he searched through. He spent a lot of time outside, collecting more than just rocks and minerals as he’d sketch them into his journal while using another book to identify them.

“Are you ready?” Billy asked softly, looking back towards her. His eyes looked softer this time as he peered at her, but she still noticed the irritation in his eyes. She felt her lips pulling into a soft smile as she nodded her head.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head, glancing towards Sam as she sent him a gentle wave. He still took Max to school, but Billy still liked to insist that he took her. She didn’t mind. She was partially afraid of what Sam might say if they were finally alone, “See you after school.” She said as she grabbed her backpack, wishing she could be a little more cheerful about her sentence.

Billy followed her out the door, taking a quicker pace so he could pull the door open for her. She grinned towards him, her heart fluttering harshly in her chest at his kind gesture. She slid into his car, cushioning herself into the seat. As September grew later, the weather changed as well. She pulled her cardigan closer as she crossed her arms tightly. Traced her thumb across the design, noting the various shades of purples and blues that decorated it. The leaves hadn’t yet begun to fall, but they were beginning to change colors.

“What do you think about all of this?” Billy asks her seriously, looking unsure of what he thought as well. She watched him for a moment, wondering if he even wanted to leave.

“I don’t know,” She said at last, “It seems sudden but maybe he really does want to keep us together.” She shrugs her shoulders softly, hoping that Sam really was trying to do his best for them. She still felt like she didn't trust him and felt even guiltier for thinking like that.

“At least we’ll be out of this shithole,” Billy mumbled, “Thank God.” He said underneath his breath, but part of her was unsure if he really meant his words. She settled back into her chair, watching as the scenery changed around them. She bit her lip as he rested his hand against her thigh, giving her skin a gentle squeeze. She felt warmth beginning to spread through her veins as she turned to look at him, feeling desire beginning to build inside of her.

She slowly slid closer to him, feigning an innocent smile as he looked towards her curiously. She let her fingertips drag across the material of his pants before she moved to his fly and began to work it down. She struggled for a moment, leaving him to lift his hips up to assist her. She bit back a giggle, wondering if he wore his tight pants on purpose. She cupped his dick in her hand, slowly beginning to pump him as she watched his cock began to throb to life.

"Fuck," Billy breathed out, looking down at her as his fingertips tightened across the steering wheel. She watched as he grew in her hand, amusement sparking inside of her as a million questions began to grow inside of her mind. However, she felt like it wasn't the right time to ask how all of this occurred. Instead, she brought her other hand down to squeeze at his warm balls, enjoying the change in temperature, "Mhm, wanna feel your mouth." He told her quickly.

Kim licked around his fat tip, brushing the precum across his skin with her tongue. He groaned as she lightly pumped him in her hand, and she enjoyed the feeling of how warm he felt against her palm. She flicked her tongue across his slit, teasing it as she moved her other hand down to cup his big balls.

Billy gasped softly, his cock throbbing underneath her touch as she wrapped her lips around his thick length. She strained to widen her jaw enough for a moment as she stroked him in her hand, slowly beginning to bob her head up and down the length of his cock. She moved slowly, only taking his cock halfway before she moved back down to his tip.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed, his eyebrows furrowing together as she glanced up towards him. She watched the way his tongue flicked against the corners of his lips, licking away a groan as he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. She felt a warm sensation filling her chest as she rolled her tongue along his heavy cock, “You fucking whore.” He spit out and she fought the urge to move a hand to touch herself.

She hollowed her cheeks, pressing his thick cock deeper inside of her mouth. She moaned softly as she traced her tongue along his cock, licking around her veins as spit began to leak from her lips. Billy groaned, shuffling in his seat like he was fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward.

She twisted her hand around the base of him, letting her drool seep down his cock and coat his balls. His groans were slowly becoming louder, ringing in her ears as she bobbed her head a little faster. She felt her eyebrows knitting together as his tip hit the back of her throat and she shut her eyes tightly, fighting the urge to gag around him.

“Feels so good,” He breathed out roughly, his words lightly broken from the pleasure that he was experiencing. She wished she could make him sound like this all the time. She enjoyed the way he’d whimper and moan underneath her touch. She wanted more of it as her fingers squeezed against his balls, “Dirty little whore.” He mumbled, moving one hand from the steering wheel to grip her ass.

She gagged, sliding his cock further down her throat as she jolted forward in surprise. He groaned louder, his cock sliding against her throat as she slowly pulled away. She gasped, drool falling from her lips and onto him as she roughly pumped him in her hands. She sighed, enjoying how wet and slippery he felt against her.

“Feel good?” She asked gently as she placed a kiss on the head of his cock. She continued to pump him, her eyes slightly widening as Billy traced his fingers along her wet cunt. She could feel the material of her panties sticking to her skin as she slowly rutted herself against his fingertips, “S’nice.” She breathed out, her eyes feeling heavy as she slid her lips around his throbbing dick again.

“It feels so fucking good,” He responded gruffly, lightly grinding his hips up to meet her eager mouth. She moaned, bobbing her head quicker as the urge to taste him on her tongue grew, “So wet.” He sighed blissfully as he slid his fingers underneath the band of her panties. He traced them along her folds, brushing against her clit before he curled two fingers inside of her.

She moaned around his cock as she took a sharp inhale from her nose. She pressed her mouth down further, squinting her eyes together tightly as his cock filled her mouth. Her lips pressed up against his balls, her nose against his tuft of hair as she gagged around him. He exhaled sharply, the car jolting for a quick second as his hips snapped forward. He was pressed in ever further, causing her to gag again as he spilled his spunk inside of her mouth.

She pulled away quickly, her lungs burning from lack of air as his cock slipped from her mouth. She wiped at the corner of her lips, quickly swallowing his cum so she could breathe again. Her cheeks were hot as she panted, giggling softly at the blissed expression that was written across his features.

“You taste good,” She teased him playfully, continuing to wipe at her mouth to make sure she had all of her salvia wiped away. He chuckled, shuffling in his seat as he reached down to adjust himself back into his pants, “I think today will be a better day.” She teased him softly, admiring how handsome he looked.

“Mhm,” He bit his lip as he pulled into the front of the school. He bit his lip, glancing around quickly before he pulled her forward and kissed her roughly. She giggled softly, licking her bottom lip before she hastily pulled away. She could feel her cheeks burning as she confirmed that no one had seen, “Remember, don’t let him be a dick to you. Stand up for yourself, you can do it.” He nodded his head encouragingly.

“Okay,” She said softly, although she didn’t have any confidence in herself. She gripped her backpack, pulling it onto her lap as she glanced over at Billy. She chewed on her bottom lip, figuring that Jason would find some way to make fun of her hair, “I’ll see you tonight.” She said breathlessly, already hating to think about what the day would hold.

“I love you,” He reminded her softly, “Only a few more days and we can start all over.” He tried to sound cheery, but she hated the thought of that too. She wished she was homeschooled suddenly. Perhaps she could convince her father to do that, “I’ll see you tonight.” He smiled, one that she really did return. She really did feel special to have him.

“I love you too.” She said gently before she hopped out of the car. She pulled the backpack over her shoulders and headed in front of the car. She sent him one last wave before she walked inside of the school, feeling a sense of dread wash over her as soon as she stepped through the doors. She spent the first fifteen minutes in the library, wishing that Jason and his friends had developed food sickness and were unable to come to school.

She never got that lucky. Her first class with Jason arrived far too quickly and he seemed to be even more in a mood today. She had shuffled herself between a group of girls, hoping that at least in this position he couldn’t try to stick anything else in her hair.

“I like the new haircut,” He grinned as he looked down at her, his pockets shoved arrogantly in his pockets, “It suits you better.” She breathed out harshly as her heart pumped harshly inside of her chest. She tried to calm herself down, to relax herself but it didn’t seem to be working. Jason headed back towards his friends who were laughing, like he had actually said something funny.

She thought of what Billy said and found herself standing before she knew what she was doing. Her eyes were wide for a second as she clenched her fingers together in a fist. Her face was red as her hands shook and she was sure this was the first time that some people would be hearing her speak.

“Jason,” She drew in sharply, fully aware of the whole classroom turning to face her. Jason quirked an eyebrow, looking at her a little amused as he waited, “You’re a dick. And maybe that’s because yours isn’t that big, but it doesn’t give you the right to be mean to me.” A round of gasps filled the room before it was filled with laughter. Jason’s eyes were wide, looking at her in shock. She breathed in deeply.

“And your breath smells,” She said at last, tilting her chin up and straightening her shoulders out, “So please leave me alone.” She didn’t get to notice his exact reaction before she was getting tapped on the shoulder. She turned, already knowing she was in trouble by the look on Mr. Holt’s features. More snickering followed as she sighed in defeat, pulling her backpack up to her shoulders as she followed him to the principal's office.

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“Why would you say that?” Sam asked as he drove, the car quiet as the scenery rushed past them. She held her backpack towards her chest, the car holding an odd tension. It wasn’t even the afternoon yet and Kim felt like it was dumb for her to miss an entire day of school just because she’d stuck up to Jason. He never got in trouble for any of the things he’d said to her.

“What?” She turned towards Sam curiously, furrowing her eyebrows together in confusion. She wasn’t sure what he meant extra. She didn’t even think she’d said anything bad, not in comparison to the things that Jason had said to her.

“You were very mean to that boy.” Sam said softly, speaking gently as he drove. She felt her jaw dropping, unsure if she was hearing her father right. Jason had been making her life hell for weeks now. She didn’t really say that he had a small penis, only that he was acting like it was small.

“He put gum in my hair. He’s said so much worse to me. I only stood up for myself.” She defended herself quickly, tucking her hair behind her ears as she spoke. She didn’t feel like Sam had a right to scold her when he had no idea what had been happening recently. He hadn’t been in her life for years now, he couldn’t just pick up like nothing had happened. No matter how badly she wanted that to happen.

“Monkey,” Sam sighed deeply. The old nickname pulled at her heart, making her look down towards her shoes, “There’s no telling what that boy is going through at home. You shouldn’t have done that.” He told her quietly, bringing up something that Kim didn’t even consider. She inhaled deeply.

“It doesn’t matter,” She crossed her arms bitterly, “We’re moving anyways.” She mumbled as she looked out the window, wondering if it really would be better. She only had to get to May. Then she would graduate and not have to worry about it.

“But he will remember those words forever,” Sam pointed out in a soft manner. He was wanting her to think about what she did, “Just think about that.” He said in a gentle manner. She huffed in irritation again.

“I didn’t say anything bad,” She mumbled underneath her breath, rubbing her fingertips across her cardigan again, “Just that he might have a small penis.” She mumbled underneath her breath as she chewed on her bottom lip. She was surprised to hear Sam snort. He shook his head and she couldn’t tell if it was because of her words or if he was irritated with the way she was acting.

The car ride turned silent again, tense as Sam drove on. Kim hugged her backpack tighter to her chest, breathing in harshly. She hated how terribly Sam was making her feel. She felt like she was being punished for something small.

“So, Billy,” Sam drew out softly to fill the car ride with conversation, “Your mom really let you two live together?” She felt her eyes widening as she stared out the window, twisting her fingers together as her heart hammered in her chest. She breathed in deeply, doing her best to relax as she reminded herself that it was a simple question.

“Uh huh.” She said gently, hoping that the conversation would go away quickly. She felt like she no longer knew how to speak to her father. So much had passed between the two of them that she no longer felt safe to share anything with him.

“She didn’t have any complaints?” Sam asked, sounding a bit in disbelief. She was sure it was referencing them sharing a room. Sure, that had been pushing it a bit but Sam had yet to protest about that. Kim rubbed her tongue along her teeth, glad that Sam hated Susan enough that he hadn’t gone to speak to her. She didn’t think Susan would expose them, but she really wasn’t too sure. She wanted to keep it all safe.

“No,” She said with a shrug of her shoulders as she reached up to tug at the ends of her hair, “You don’t like him?” She questioned at last, thinking that she already knew the answer. Sam didn’t really make an effort to discuss Billy with her at all. She figured there was a reason for doing so.

“I never said that,” Sam quickly defended himself, looking over a little surprised, “He’s a little brash. I just, I guess I didn’t picture you with someone like him.” Sam said at last, shrugging his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. Kim tried not to get defensive so fast, but she couldn’t help it.

“What do you mean?” She knitted her eyebrows together as she placed her backpack on the floor. She turned in her seat, moving at a better angle so she could look at Sam while he spoke. He sighed, dropping his hand against his lap as he glanced towards her again.

“I always thought you’d be with someone that looked a little softer,” Sam nodded his head as he did his best to express his thoughts, “Not so rigid.” Kim felt as if she had just been slapped by the way Sam was speaking about Billy.

“He’s not rigid,�� Kim defended Billy hotly, “He’s just been through a lot. He’s kind to me and he loves me. That’s all that matters.” She said quickly, knowing that Billy could look a little rough around the edges from the outside. But he really was sweet and kind. Kim didn’t care if Sam liked him or not.

“He seems close with Max.” Sam said softly. She glanced towards him, trying to figure out what his tone meant. She paused for a moment, feeling like he was searching for something to accuse Billy of.

“They’re good friends,” Kim replied coolly, “There’s nothing to worry about. Billy and I are happy.” She brushed away Sam’s worries, feeling like it was far too late for him to pretend like he cared. Other than the first afternoon he’d returned, he hadn’t offered any explanation over what had changed. Other than the fact he had found a new wife.

“He doesn’t like me.” Sam said briefly as he glanced towards Kim again. She looked at him for a moment, thinking of how desperately she had missed him a few days ago. Now, she was just irritated with him. She didn’t like that he was pretending like he had any say in what she did. He wasn’t around, so he couldn’t judge her for what she’d done.

“No,” Kim nodded her head in agreement, “He doesn’t.” She said stiffly as she pinched her fingertips together again. She looked away from Sam, feeling awkward as she shuffled her shoes against her backpack. She wished that Sam hadn’t been there to answer the phone when the school called.

She felt like Billy had been fairly understanding around Sam. He hadn’t been drinking, in fact Kim hadn’t seen any alcohol in the house since Sam arrived. She appreciated that and grew to appreciate Billy even more. Even if he didn’t like Sam, he was constantly looking out for her. Even Max, though she doubted that he would admit to helping her out.

“Is there a reason for that?” He said after a brief pause, acting like he really didn’t know the answer to his question. She glanced towards him again, feeling a little hurt as she began to open the wound in her heart.

“He knows that you left,” She said underneath her breath, “His mom left him too.” She said at last, speaking a little softer this time around. She still felt bad for Billy. She didn’t understand how Rosemary could just leave him. He deserved to be happy too. She wondered if they would’ve still gotten together had their parents never married. She wondered what he would be like now if he still lived with his mom.

“He’s coming with us then?” Sam asked quietly. She looked over him in surprise, knitting her eyebrows together. She realized then that Sam had never invited Billy to come along. She parted her lips in surprise.

“Yeah,” Kim said quickly, “We’re a package.” She said at last, nodding her head just as fast. She wouldn’t go anywhere without Billy and she knew Max felt the same way, though she probably wouldn’t admit to it. They were all tied together.

“How about pizza and a movie tonight?” Sam replied instead, changing the topic completely. Kim sighed in relief, thankful that the awful conversation was over with. She hoped that Sam realized just how important Billy was to her now. Billy was bound to her in a way that Sam would never understand.

“Sure,” She nodded her head in agreement, “That’s fine with me.” She shrugged her shoulders as she tucked her hair behind her ear again, feeling more relief flowing through her. Sam never questioned too much and Kim was glad to have secrets of her own. She wasn’t sure how he’d react if he ever found out the truth about her and Billy. Not to mention if he knew who Max’s possible father may be.

They fell into silence again, not quite peaceful as he drove around. At first she wasn’t sure how Sam was able to find everything so easily, but then remembered how small Hawkins was in comparison to San Diego. Not to mention that he had always been good at directions.

Kim breathed in deeply as they pulled into Family Video. She unbuckled her seatbelt, watching as Sam shifted and pulled out his wallet. He glanced over at her as he fumbled with more cash than she had ever seen on him before. She felt her eyebrows widen, surprised that he wasn’t blowing it.

“Get whatever you think Max will enjoy,” He paused as he opened his door, “Billy too of course.” He nodded his head. Kim felt a smile pulling onto her lips as she took the money in her hands, glad that Billy was slowly being accepted.

She shuffled into the store with Sam, following behind him as she browsed through the different selections. She debated for a few minutes about renting Romancing the Stone again, but in the end decided to try Blame it on Rio. Sam shuffled behind her in silence.

“They like horror movies,” She said softly, “Do you have any suggestions?” She asked Sam, watching the way he adjusted his glasses over his nose. He thought for a moment as they moved through the different titles.

“Gremlins is always good,” He suggested and Kim had to admit that she didn’t mind that one. Mostly because she thought the little animals were cute, “The Shining?” He asked finally, looking down to her to see if she agreed with it. She shrugged her shoulders, figuring that it was something. She couldn’t remember if Max had watched it or not.

“Sure,” She nodded her head in agreement as he handed her the movie. She glanced at him again, glancing into his warm brown eyes, “Do you want to pick anything out?” She asked, feeling odd for feeling so shy around him. He was her father, there was no reason for her to be acting so different.

“No,” He smiled at her, “These are good enough for me. What about popcorn?” He asked her as they walked over towards the concessions. She nodded her head, suddenly feeling like she was a little girl trudging along after him. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a movie with him before. She wondered if he had seen many with his new wife and with the kids he shared with her. The thought made her sad. She thought that they had probably seen more of the real him than she had.

“Sure,” She glanced at him again, “Do you know how popcorn was invented?” She asked, suddenly missing Sam’s voice again. He smiled as he picked up a few bags along with a bag of M&M’s.

“I think it was invented with the Aztecs,” He said, looking like he was deep in thought for a moment. He ran his fingers across his stubble as he pondered on it. She looked at the white that was poking through. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he had looked much older than the last time she’d seen him, “Do you want to get this? I’m going to see if there’s any Lemonheads.” She nodded her head, trying to snap out of her thoughts as she carried everything in her arms.

She stepped towards the checkout desk, glancing over her shoulder one more time to make sure that Sam really was browsing through the candy. She felt silly, knowing that she was too grown to be worried about him leaving. She breathed in sharply as she turned around, noticing a familiar face.

“Hi,” Kim drew out quietly, still feeling awkward about approaching Steve, “I think this is it.” She shuffled the movies forward, feeling a little tense. She didn’t know how to speak to him, or if she was supposed to. She stared down at the counter instead, beginning to pick the polish from her nails.

“Hey,” He smiled brightly as he began to ring everything up, “Did you have a good birthday?” She was a little surprised at his question, but found herself slowly relaxing. She nodded her head as she tucked her short hair behind her ear again.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Thank you for the card and everything.” She said, glancing up at him. She met his big brown eyes, thinking about how they had once made her stomach churn and her tongue falter. He bit down on his bottom lip as he slowly rang the movies up.

“Sorry you had to spend it with Billy,” Steve chuckled, like it was funny, “He seems like a debby downer.” He mumbled underneath his breath as he began to type numbers into the computer. She looked over curiously, wondering how it all worked.

“He’s not bad once you get to know him,” She said honestly. Steve had an eyebrow raised as he turned towards her again. She smiled bashfully, knowing that it was true. She paused for a moment as something else was weighing heavy on her chest “Steve, I don’t like girls.” She whispered quietly, so quiet that she made sure that no one else heard them.

“Oh,” Steve’s big brown eyes widened, “Oh shit.” His lips were parted, like he had no idea that she was speaking the truth. She felt her cheeks beginning to burn at the way he was staring at her. She shrugged her shoulders softly, trying to do her best to play it all off.

“I don’t know where that came from,” She admitted, wondering if it was more rumors about her, “I mean if I did, which I don’t think I do, Robin would for sure be on the list. I mean I’ve never been with a girl before so I guess I don’t really know, but I’m in a relationship with a guy who I really love so like -” She began to ramble, using her hands to speak as she did her best to explain herself. She didn’t want to be rude, but she didn’t want to think that Robin had a chance either.

“It’s alright,” Steve held a hand up, “I get it.” He said quickly, shutting her down before she began to speak for hours. She felt her cheeks burning even brighter as she nodded her head, grateful that he stopped her from speaking for too long. She didn’t want to make a complete fool out of herself.

“Do you hate me?” She asked him softly, looking up at him in worry. She didn’t know much about Steve, but she didn’t want anyone else to hate her. She was really beginning to get along with Robin as well and feared that this would ruin it.

“No,” Steve said quickly, “I guess I shouldn’t have pushed so hard.” He shrugged his shoulders as he looked away from her. They stayed awkward for a moment as she tried to think of the best way to explain how she felt.

“I don’t want to hurt her feelings.” Kim admitted, worried that she would crush Robin’s heart. Heartbreak wasn’t any fun and she certainly didn’t want to be the reason someone else experienced it. She didn’t want to lead the other girl on at the same time. She breathed out, wishing that things could be easier.

“Are you ready?” Sam approached just as Kim slid the cash over towards Steve. Steve looked up curiously before he began to flip through the cash, counting up the part that he owed her. Kim pulled her elbows off of the counter.

“Oh yeah,” Kim tucked her hair behind her ears, “I was just talking.” She shrugged her shoulders, hoping that Sam hadn’t overheard anything that they’d said. Sam pushed his glasses up again, looking at Steve curiously.

“Oh, you’re one of Kim’s friends?” He asked, tilting his head in interest. Kim felt her eyes widening as she took the money from Steve, wanting to get out of here as fast as she could. She was sure that she and Steve were not friends and really didn’t want him to confirm that in front of her father.

“Uh yeah,” Steve nodded his head, “You could call us that.” Kim picked up the bag, suddenly feeling shy as she met Steve’s smile. She was surprised at his answer, flattered even. It felt nice to have someone else say that they were friends with her.

“Cool,” Sam smiled towards him, “You know, you’re the type that I imagined Kim would be with. Not that there’s anything wrong with her boyfriend but B-” Sam began to ramble and Kim felt her eyes widen as she jolted forward.

“Dad!” She cut him off quickly in embarrassment, before he could spit anything else out, “He’s just, he’s just kidding. Have a good day.” She smiled stiffly, her face burning as she pushed her fingertips against Sam’s back and nudged him towards the door. She moved them forward quickly, ignoring Steve’s curious glances as her heart pounded roughly inside of her chest. For some reason, she didn’t think about Sam talking to anyone about her being with Billy.

“What did I say?” He looked at her confused, “Oh, I see.” He nodded his head, like everything had become apparent to him. She felt her eyes widening in fear.

“You see nothing,” She said quickly, hoping to reassure him that nothing was wrong, “That was so embarrassing.” She muttered as she held the bag close to her chest. She pulled the door open, leaning over the seat so she could put the bag of movies and popcorn in the backseat.

“You liked that boy at one time, didn’t you?” Sam was grinning from ear to ear as he pulled the door open. She looked over the console, sighing in relief as she nodded her head. It wasn’t a lie. She had a crush on Steve once upon a time.

“Yes,” She said quickly, “That’s it.” She agreed as she pulled herself into the chair. She began to buckle herself in, feeling her nerves beginning to slide away. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.

“I won’t tell Billy,” He said at last, as he climbed into the seat. She grinned in response, but was well aware that Billy already knew, “Why didn’t you give that boy a chance?” He asked as he slowly buckled up in his chair. Kim felt like grumbling.

“He got someone else pregnant.” She said at last, hoping that this would change the topic completely. It didn’t seem like Sam didn’t like Billy, more so that he didn’t trust him. Which Kim thought was pointless. She trusted Billy more than she trusted Sam.

“Oh.” Sam said simply, his eyes a little wide at the thought. She bit her lip, wanting to remind him that Susan was pregnant with Kim far before they got married. She wondered if Sam knew how hypocritical he was acting.

“Could you just,” She breathed in deeply, “Drop me off at the car garage?” She asked at last, thinking that Billy was the only one that could calm her right now. She bit her lip as she thought about how calm the alcohol had made her at the cabin. She shook her head, beginning to scratch at her arm.

“You want to watch Billy work?” Sam questioned. She nodded her head, feeling like that was better than sitting around the house and talking to him. She realized that she missed Sam a lot, but it was like every little thing made her irritated too. She didn’t understand what was boiling inside of her.

“It’s fine,” She shrugged her shoulders, “I can work on homework.” She didn’t think that Billy would mind if she did that. Nor did she think that any of his coworkers minded. They were all fairly nice.

“Why don’t you practice driving? I can teach you,” He said with a smile, looking a little thrilled at the idea, “I’m excited for you to see your car.” She nearly hated to tell him the truth, but she didn’t want it to be apparent that she was lying about driving too. In all honesty, she was excited about having her own car.

“I’m excited too,” She said gently as she twisted her fingers together, “But Billy already taught me how to drive. He set my test up for Friday.” She said as softly as she could, hoping that she wouldn’t offend Sam. In her defense, it was already two years past when she could’ve gotten her license. It was almost silly to suggest that she wouldn’t have practiced at least a little bit.

“Oh,” Sam nodded his head, a look of disappointment crossing his features, “I could take you up there.” He suggested lightly. Her mouth felt dry as she thought about it. She was already nervous about taking the test and didn’t think that Sam being there would help her any. Billy always made her calm; she wanted him to be there with her instead.

“You don’t have to,” She reassured him, not wanting to hurt his feelings either, “I’m sure Max will want to see you.” She said, knowing how excited Max was with Sam being there. Kim felt guilty suddenly, so guilty that it made her sick to her stomach. She needed to tell Max what she knew.

“I’ve seen a lot of Max,” He was speaking just as soft, “I’m very grateful for that. I’m not complaining, I’d never complain about spending time with her-,” He sighed to stop his rambling, “I only meant that I haven’t had much time with you.” He said at last, glancing towards her. She felt sick all over again, but in a whole different way.

“I guess we’ll have a lot of time in San Diego.” She suggested, unsure of how she was supposed to take the tension out of their relationship. She chewed on her bottom lip, fearing that she was being too harsh to her father. She didn’t think it was a bad thing to keep him at a distance, just to protect herself.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed as he turned his attention back towards the road, “We’ll have plenty of time.” He nodded his head and reached for the dial on the radio.

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“Hey,” Billy looked at her worried as she approached him. She held onto her backpack straps, smiling bashfully, “You’re out of school early.” He looked worried suddenly and she figured he was right about that. She pulled a smile to her lips, hoping to diminish his worries. Nothing bad happened today.

“I told Jason he had a small penis and they sent me home early.” She said quickly, almost too quick. She blushed, realizing she was speaking a little too loudly as one of his coworkers turned towards them. He chuckled before turning away. Billy paused as he wiped his sweat away with his forearm.

“What?” He laughed looking at her in disbelief, “You really said that?” He asked in shock as he set down the tool he was holding. She looked away quickly, wondering if it was some forbidden thing to talk about a guy having a small penis.

“I already got lectured about it,” She mumbled as she shuffled her shoes into the hard floor, “I feel bad.” She admitted, thinking about Sam’s words. Billy tilted his head towards her, looking at her curiously. She noticed them that he looked amused as well, a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Don’t feel bad,” He said seriously, shaking his head like it was ridiculous for her to suggest, “Maybe the asshole will leave you alone now.” He mumbled as he began to wipe his dirty hands clean with one of the towels resting near his station. She stared for a long time, watching the way he twisted the towel around his thick digits.

“But what if he has a bad home life?” She whispered softly, glancing towards him as the thought continued to echo in her mind. She really didn’t want to be mean. She was just so frustrated earlier. Now, she was regretting it entirely. She inhaled, thinking about how awkward it would be in class the rest of the week.

“Doubt it,” He nudged her forehead softly with one of his clean fingers, “Wanna take a break with me?” He asked her and she nodded in response. She slid her backpack off of her shoulders, following him out the door.

“Just think,” She said softly as she leaned against the wall with him. She watched as he pulled out a cigarette, “We’ll be in sunny California soon.” She didn’t mention how gloomy San Diego could get too. It was better than Hawkins, she was sure of that. It especially didn’t get as cold.

“Have you told anyone about moving?” He asked after he took a drag from his cigarette. She watched how the smoke easily rolled off of his tongue. She had an urge to lean forward and kiss him, to taste him on her tongue.

“No.” She answered finally as she tore her eyes away from his pink lips. She glanced down a little bashfully, knowing that she probably should’ve told at least Addi by now. In her defense, she had been forced out of school early today. “Kim.” Billy told her softly, the tone of his voice making her drag her shoes along the ground. She glanced towards his observant eyes.

“I know,” She sighed heavily, “I just don’t want it to be true.” She admitted at last. She wasn’t sure how she would get along in another school. Especially without Addi. She had been her only friend for so long.

“You like it here?” Billy knitted his eyebrows together, looking at her in disbelief. She peered at him, fighting the urge to smile at how horrified he looked at the moment. She shook her head softly, diminishing his concern.

“I like that it feels like I have friends, real friends,” She said at last, thinking about how nice it was at lunch the other day. It even felt nice to have Steve refer to her as a friend, “Not like the girls back home.” She admitted, rubbing her arm as she temporarily thought about Cindy and her other so called friends. She was worried that she would run into them again.

“I bet these friends will keep in touch,” Billy promised her softly, his blue eyes soft as if he understood what he meant, “What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” He asked as he stomped his cigarette out. She bit her lip, thinking about how they’d been cooking dinner together nightly. Billy really was a good chef.

“We’re having a movie night with pizza,” She said softly, smiling at the way his eyes narrowed, “I think daddy feels bad.” She admitted slowly as she pressed her thumbs together slowly. Billy turned to face her, his shoulder resting against the wall.

“He should.” Billy said simply. Kim sighed as she nodded her head, knowing that there were plenty of things for Sam to feel bad about. Still, she didn’t like to make Sam feel guilty. She already felt awful for how she had been acting earlier.

“I feel so angry with him,” She said at last, feeling a ton of emotions rushing forward at once, “He just thinks he can take us back to California like he didn’t leave us behind before. I don’t know how to talk to him.” She spit out all at once. She was worried about being left alone in California. At least here they had some kind of support with their friends. She was afraid to go to California and have nothing.

“Have you told him that?” Billy asked, looking a little surprised at what she had to say. She shook her head no bitterly, knowing that she didn’t have the guts to admit that to Sam, “Try talking to him.” He spoke softly, like he was giving her the gentlest push forward. She breathed in through her nostrils.

“It's hard,” She replied, although he looked like he disagreed. She thought that it would be similar to him trying to talk to Neil about what Neil had done to him, “He just doesn’t like to talk about stuff like that.” She said honestly. They were both similar to not wanting to confront anyone about serious things like that.

“Probably not,” He agreed as he linked his fingers through hers, “He knows he’s in the wrong. And a pussy.” He said at last, nodding his head like it was the final word. She shook her head, a smile forming on her lips.

“Billy,” She shoved him gently, giggling, “Stop it. I’m being serious.” She told him as she looked up into his pretty blue eyes. She wondered when they had gotten so close to one another. She looked over the freckles on his cheeks and nose, then at the hair that decorated his upper lip.

“So am I,” He said more seriously as he held her hand to his chest, “You’re very forgiving.” He was leaning over her as she spoke. She felt her heart fluttering in her chest as jolts of electricity raced up her arms. She wondered how his touch still affected her in such a manner.

“You are too,” She said, tilting her head as he turned away with a snort, “You are. You just won’t admit it.” She let her hand drop from his chest, wishing that he would believe her. He was still seeing Neil, it really wasn’t that different from her letting Sam back into her life.

“Mhm,” He said softly, still looking like he didn’t believe her, “Do you want to help me?” He asked her, looking curious at what her answer would be. She looked at him surprised, her eyes widening a bit in interest. She wasn’t sure that she cared about getting dirty, but working with Billy seemed to be a fun idea.

“Can I?” She questioned him seriously, wondering if she would even be allowed to do so. She didn’t want him to get in trouble with his boss, but she was curious to know how a car worked. Billy nodded his head.

“Yeah, it’ll be easy,” He said eagerly as he opened the door for her. She walked inside, glancing back at him in interest as she waited to know what they would be working on, “I just have to change some brake pads. You can get in the car.” He said as they walked back to the car he had been working on.

“I’ll just sit in there?” She asked him, feeling a little disappointed that she didn’t get to do anything cooler. Her reaction must’ve been obvious by the look of amusement that crossed his features.

“No,” Billy chuckled as he pulled the door open for her, “I need you to press down on the brakes.” He explained easily. She smiled, thinking that it sounded a little better than just sitting there.

“Oh,” She said with a nod of her head, “I can do that.” She insisted, feeling like that sounded fairly easy to do. She sat down in the car, beginning to pull the seat belt over her before Billy stopped her.

“You don’t have to do that,” He grinned as he let the seat belt slide back into place. She blushed a little bit as she nodded her head, pushes her short hair from her face, “The car will be off.” He said quickly, nodding his head as if to confirm with her that the car would stay off. She bit her lip.

“Heard loud and clear,” She told him seriously as he shut the door. She grinned as she rested her hands on the car steering wheel, thankful that he was letting her do something he enjoyed with him, “Do I press down now?” She asked once he disappeared underneath the car.

“Yeah,” He spoke a little loud. She giggled at the sound of his voice coming from underneath the car, “Press down now.” He repeated and she followed his command. She waited for a second before she pressed her foot down harder on the brakes. She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as she waited.

“You’re sure you’re hitting the brakes?” She heard at last. She glanced down between her feet, nodding in confirmation that she was pressing down on the brakes. She looked up again, glancing out the window but was still unable to see him.

“Yes,” Kim said confidently as she pressed down harder, “Do you see it now?” She asked, unsure of what was happening underneath the car. She wondered if it was really that easy to see if someone was pressing down on the brakes.

“Stay just like that,” She listened as he slid underneath the car and rose. Her eyes followed his movements as he opened the front door and bent inside to peer down at her feet. He bent further, his hand taking a hold of her ankle and lifting it, “That’s the gas.” He told her softly as he moved her foot onto the brake pedal. She flushed, feeling a bit dumb.

“I knew where it was,” She tried to answer confidently, though she had a feeling he could see right through her, “I was just testing you.” She replied sheepishly, wondering if she should really be trusted on the streets. Billy nodded his head, chuckling a bit.

“I know you were,” He reassured as he poked her nose gently, “Keep your foot on that pedal now.” He clarified as he shut the door behind him again. She watched as he walked away and disappeared again. She kept her foot on the gas, leaning her head forward to rest against the steering wheel as she groaned in embarrassment. She wasn’t sure how people were so smart with cars when they seemed so complicated.

It only took about ten minutes for Billy to get it fixed before he was rising again and letting her know that he was finished with that task. She still had a bashful smile on as she rose from the car, wincing over the situation once again.

“Sorry,” She mumbled as she held her hands over her chest, “I don’t know if I’m ready for my test.” She admitted at last, wondering if she should’ve practiced driving a little more with Sam earlier today. Billy knitted his eyebrows together as he peered at her.

“Why are you sorry? It happens to the best of us,” He shrugged her off as he returned his tools onto the desk. His features were light and airy as he peered at her, “You’re more than ready. Don’t doubt yourself.” He reassured her. She wondered if anyone else believed in her the way that he did.

“Yeah, sure,” She shrugged her shoulders as she looked away from him, suddenly feeling shy, “Maybe I just need to practice helping you more.” She teased him lightly as she looked back towards him. She liked the light smile that was plastered on his lips as he watched her.

“I’m fairly good at teaching you stuff, yeah?” He bit his lip, looking quite pleased with the way she squirmed underneath his gaze. She rubbed her elbow softly, giggling softly. She couldn’t deny him that fact at all.

The next few hours passed blissfully long as Kim caught up on her homework, staying to herself as she waited for Billy to finish. Person after person left before he was the only one that remained with her.

“Can you help me with this?” He asked. She nodded her head, walking towards him curiously. She looked at his hands, noticing that they had been scrubbed clean.

“What is it?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows together as Billy's hands moved to her waist. Her eyes widened as she was lifted onto the hood of the car. She giggled, shifting a bit as she tried to get herself comfortable, “What are you doing?” She asked.

“Repaying you,” He said simply, looking at her with a smirk as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her panties. She breathed out in awe, gaping as he ripped her panties in half. She squealed, looking at him surprised as he discarded the material, “I’ll get you a new pair.” He replied cheekily as he dipped between her legs.

She was unable to protest as his lips peppered against her thighs, tickling her skin softly as he sucked and licked at her thighs. She breathed in deeply, leaning back a bit as she glanced around to confirm that they were the last two that remained.

His lips pressed against her clit softly, giving her the softest kiss before he dragged them against her folds. She moaned, licking her lips as he lightly sucked on her pussy. She rolled her hips forward slowly, enjoying his warm tongue against her skin.

“Feels good,” She whimpered as he shifted her up higher on the hood of the car. She sighed, her legs parted widely as he flicked his tongue over and across her wet folds. She rolled her hips forward blissfully, her fingers linking in his sweaty curls, “Oh god.” She moaned, rolling her hips forward.

He groaned against her drenched heat, his tongue dipping along her slit and up towards her clit. He peered up at her with dark eyes, keeping her legs spread further apart as he puckered his lips around her clit. She whimpered at the feeling, jolting at how good it felt.

He groaned as he pulled away, his lips wet with slick as he stuck his pinky finger in his mouth. He watched her as he swirled the finger around in his mouth, wetting it before he dipped it between her ass cheeks. She gasped, sitting up a little bit as he slid it inside of her puckered hole.

“Billy,” She shivered at the sensation, her eyes widening as he slid two fingers into her cunt at the same time, “Oh. Oh, Billy.” She breathed out harshly, her chest feeling tight as he curled his fingers against her wet walls. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair again as he began to lick at her pussy again.

Her nipples felt unbearably hard against her clothing as she rocked her hips forward, her bottom dragging against the hot hood of the car as she began to grind against his fingers and mouth. He grumbled in response, using his other hand to hold her still as he languidly licked her clit. His movements with her fingers became more intense, rocking them deep inside of her.

Her head fell back as her fingertips curled up against the hood of the car. She whimpered, fighting the urge to jerk her hips forward as Billy’s tongue roughly flicked against her sensitive clit. She sighed, her lips parting at the bubbling pleasure that was building deep inside of her tummy.

“S’nice,” She spit out, her toes curling inside of her shoes as Billy’s fingers curled up against her bundle of nerves. She cried out, enjoying the way his tongue moved across her wet pussy. She listened to the way her wetness coated his fingers, how it dripped down his skin as he continued to fuck them into her, “Gonan cum.” She hissed, her hips jerking forward even under his strong grip.

He moved his fingers harder, pressing them deeper inside of her as he continued to stretch both of her holes out. She whined, feeling like she was coming undone sooner than not from how stimulated she was at the moment. She licked the corners of her mouth, trying to keep from drooling.

“Billy,” She chanted, her mind feeing fuzzy as she tried to grind up against him. He pressed down her hips harder, holding her still as he quickly removed his fingers from her drenched holes. He moved his mouth away, rubbing her clit furiously the same way he’d done on her birthday, “Oh, fuck!” She whined, her muscles clenching tightly together as she gripped his forearm. She cried out, her legs trembling as the muscles inside of her exploded.

She squirted again, making a mess all over the hood of the car as she continued to writhe and wiggle against his hand. Her eyes crossed as she moaned loudly, her legs trembling and snapping together from Billy’s tight hold.

“Fuck,” He breathed out in awe, his eyes looking dark and full of lust, “Holy fuck.” He leaned forward, gripping the base of her neck to kiss her harshly. She moaned against his tongue, tasting herself as her tongue poked and prodded against his. She whined, rubbing her hands along his chest.

“S’lot,” She giggled shyly, still feeling a little intimidated by the action, “Messy.” She said simply, her mind feeling too fuzzy to create full sentences. Billy chuckled, licking his bottom lip.

“It’s fucking hot,” He stated and she could tell that he really meant it by the bulge that was formed in his pants, “C’mere.” He gripped her hands, slowly helping her slide off the other side of the hood. She stood on trembling legs, giggling as she kept a tight grip on him.

“Hi,” She breathed out, her chest flush against his as their lips were nearly pressed together, “I want you.” She mumbled, pressing herself closer to him. She didn’t care if she got his uniform all wet. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her cunt instead.

“Mhm,” He mumbled softly as he dragged his lips against hers, “Tonight.” He promised, earning a soft groan from her. She pressed herself against him again, hoping that she could change his mind.

“You’re a little cock slut,” He smirked at the way she squirmed in response, “Be patient. It’ll be better that way.” She nodded her head, although she wasn’t happy with his answer. She peppered kisses along the side of his mouth.

“Be good to me,” She teased lightly as she dragged her teeth along his skin, the same way he’d done to her before, “I want you so bad.” He groaned softly as he moved his hand down, cupping her ass in his large hands.

“You’ll have me,” He promised, peppering a kiss against her lips, “You always have me.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove stepcest #tw stepcest #billy hargrove x original character #stepcest #tw pseudocest #Dancing in the Dark

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the-duke-of-nuts · 2 years ago

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The Florist and The Tattoo Artist

Day 1: Tattoo Shop/Florist @dukexietyweek

Author’s Note: It’s Spooky Gays week bbs! You all remember last year when I said I'd write a fic to this exact prompt based on my post? Of course you do! I of course did not write it yet B U T don't scroll away just yet I promise there's something. I've written a little snippet (I say snippet as if it isn't literally half of one of the chapters) on one of the scenes that happen in the story but I made sure to write in a way where you don’t really need the whole fic to understand what’s going on. With that being said enjoy I guess!

Summary: Pretty much just Remus coming up with a tattoo design for Virgil and asking him out on a date.

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: Food Mention, I guess Remus mentioning his ass I don't know there's not really much here so I think just those should be fine

"Y'know for a tattoo artist I'd expect you to have at least one." Virgil commented as he started watering the beautifully grown plants in the shop. "Oh I do I gave myself a tentacle sword one on the right side of my ass." Remus answered casually. "How did- Y'know what I don't wanna know." The tattoo artist cackled at seeing Virgil shake off the impressive yet disturbing thought.

"Trust me I'm gonna get more soon. So what about you, have you ever thought about getting a tatt?"

"I mean... I wouldn't mind getting one I just don't know of what." The florist shrugged as he finished watering the plants and walked back to the counter. "Well for starters where do you want it?" Remus asked. Virgil thought about it for a moment. Despite the florist's appearance he never thought that far ahead about where'd he even get a tattoo let alone hoped for one in the first place but knowing the tattoo artist, the mustached man would probably come up with a big or possibly suggestive kind of design for him so he went the safe route.

"I don't know probably like..." Virgil started rolling down his sleeve and pushed his wristbands and bracelets out of the way and pointed to his wrist and forearm. "On my wrist or forearm or somewhere around there." "Hmm..." Remus suddenly took Virgil's arm and started lightly tracing the design he had in mind on the emo's wrist area. The florist fought back from shivering at the touch already knowing the smug words that would come out of the tattoo artist's mouth if he did or looked back up and saw how much he was blushing but luckily Remus was still distracted with figuring out the design.

How did we get to this... One moment we're working across from each other and I'm trying to kick you out of here as much as possible on the daily and next thing I know I can't get enough of your stupid flirting...

"Got it."

Virgil immediately snapped out of his thoughts once he heard Remus speak again. "I think something like a stormcloud with patches on your wrist would look good. Something like... OOH! Do you have any paper?" Virgil looked under the counter and found his sketchbook and handed it to Remus with a pencil. The florist mentally hoped and prayed the tattoo artist didn't carelessy flip the pages too fast and see the drawing of him on the very last page.

If he asks or says anything just tell him it's Freddie Mercury but edgy.

But Virgil instantly relaxed when Remus thankfully started sketching the design on the first empty page he spotted which was in the middle of the book.

Remus was known to be fast with his sketches but he made sure everything was detailed and perfect to the point where he didn't even need to use the eraser. After a minute or two Remus finally finished the drawing and looked at it satisfied. "Like this."

Once the tattoo artist flipped the sketchbook over to reveal the design, Virgil stared at it amazed. When Remus said a stormcloud with patches he certainly delivered. It was so detailed that the emo even immediately knew what colors he wanted it all to be.

"Woah holy shit that actually looks pretty badass!" "Thank you! I tend to give only the best for my Muses~" Remus winked smirking as he put the sketchbook back down.

Wink at me with those damn pretty eyes one more fucking time and I'll give you something to be smug about

Virgil cleared his throat blushing. "I'll think about it." "Cool just let me know and I'll give it to you for free." The florist went wide eyed at hearing that. Normally people would be grateful for not having to pay for a tattoo but the thought of Remus possibly needing the money one day just didn't sit right with Virgil.

"What? Ree no no no I can't but what if-"

"No butts except yours getting the tatt for free Vee Vee!" Remus booped Virgil's nose to which the florist sighed defeated trying to swat the tattoo artist's hand away. "Fine." Virgil playfully huffed and crossed his arms looking away. "Good..." Remus suddenly smirked. "Fair warning though tatt's on the wrist hurt like a bitch but I'll gladly hold your hand if you need me to~" He teased wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up." A flustered Virgil playfully hit a cackling Remus' shoulder.

"But if you really wanna pay me back I'll also take a date as a form of payment~"

"Not that I'm immediately saying yes or anything but what did you have in mind?"

"There's an Italian restaurant down the street... I know how much you love pizza and bread sticks~" Remus took Virgil's hand and kissed it smirking as the emo's face became even redder.

Can you stop making me wanna fucking kiss you for 10 seconds!?

"Alright fine you had me at the pizza and bread sticks." Virgil said not letting go of Remus' hand. The tattoo artist beamed at hearing that. "Really? Well how does tonight after we both close sound?" Virgil couldn't help but smile at Remus' eagerness. He missed seeing that pretty spark of excitement in the tattoo artist's eyes. "I'd like that." "Yes!" Remus fist pumped whispering victoriously to himself.

"You won't be disappointed-"

The tattoo artist was cut off by his phone alarm ringing to which he dramatically sighed and turned it off.

"Looks like my lunch break is over... Meet back outside of here later?"

"Sounds good."

Remus smiled at the approval and before he could turn away and leave Virgil tugged him back to him and kissed his cheek causing him to freeze and blush. "Now go before I change my mind and you mess up your schedule and if you do, that won't be on the lips tonight." Virgil teased. "Yes Sir~" Remus smirked and quickly ran out of the shop and back to his job. Virgil chuckled and shook his head.

I'm in love with a dork.

#dukexietyweek2023 #dukexiety #virgil #virgil sanders #remus #remus sanders #ts virgil #ts remus #sanders sides #thomas sanders #dukey writes

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earthwormjimnocontext · 1 year ago

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How did you get into Earthworm Jim in the first place?

Oh it is a long and bittersweet story.

Spring of 2019, I was in 6th grade. I was at my mom's house, this was back when my best friend Tom, was dating my mother (that's how we met and became friends), and was watching some sort of WatchMojo countdown on my TV in my room (I think it was for funniest game endings) and Earthworm Jim appeared on #2. It immediately caught my attention. Something in me immediately wanted to know more about it. So I went downstairs and asked Tom (he was a twitch streamer so I figured he knew the most about video games) "What's Earthworm Jim?"

Tom was so excited he jumped up and told me "I'll tell you in the morning!" And so the next morning, he set up his Xbox One and sat me down to play Jim HD. I fell in love with the game immediately, I've only ever really played this kind of game I only affiliated it with Mario and DuckTales (I was a Wii U baby) and it felt more like DuckTales with the 2D animation. It spoke out to be as being unique being weird being funny I could use a gun, I can use myself as a whip! And it was challenging the levels were memorable. When I struggled my way to the end for the first time, I was so mad because I found out that Tom set the difficulty to me to easy so I didn't get the ending, that by the time he got home he heard me cursing and yelling from outside "FUCK YOU, I'M BEATING IT ON ORIGINAL." I played the game all over again.

Then, Tom showed me the cartoon in the summer. I was already into stuff like the Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain because it was on Hulu, so the Earthworm Jim cartoon hooked me. Not only did I love something but I love something with a friend, this was me and Tom's show, whenever mom would be sleeping for work (night shift), the two of us would go out to Popeyes, pick up some chicken (she prefers KFC), some root beer, (there is a local brand that has the absolute best and it was made with honey) and then watch the show together all throughout the summer. I very frequently borrowed his DVD.

Then it became fall and I was a 7th grader. I had the worst English teacher I could have possibly had, she wanted everything on paper if you go over to her to get some revisions on a computer she would demand that you print it you print it and then she points out the revisions so you have to type it out again and then you have to print some more. she tried to force paper on everybody including the parents, it was a nightmare. So while she had an audiobook on I started to doodle. And what was on my ASD laced mind?

This. I wrote it down on tests and papers to let myself know that I was doing a good job. My doodles were not very good at first and I never really considered art because I just hated coloring originally. Then Christmas came, and I got given an Earthworm Jim lunch box, and it was my favorite Christmas present of that year. That Christmas was the last Christmas with Tom and my Mother...

And then came January of 2020. I went to Magfest on an invitation from Tom, I got to play the original version on a Super Nintendo and my mom was just laughing at me failing everything because even though I could beat the HD version easily I never touched the original. One night I accidentally left my journal at the dinner table and Tom found it, it was filled with Jim sketches. He immediately brought it to me and gave me constructive criticism and praise, I felt absolutely proud because I never really got complimented on that kind of thing before on something that wasn't math. One last grace before...

February of 2020. Tom and Mom broke up. Their relationship didn't work out for a number of reasons, and Tom had to leave to go somewhere to find a job. Before he left, he gave me his copy of the Earthworm Jim cartoon, installed Jim 3D on my mom's computer, and I gave him some traces I did of the Jim 3D bosses.

Then the pandemic happened right on my birthday, and right at the perfect age of turning 13, and having the ability to interact with the internet.

I'm sorry for the long ass story that's genuinely what happened.

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ssukidesu · 1 year ago

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Inextricably Knotted (an Inukag + Jane Eyre AU) [Chapter 5]

Summary: Kagome Higurashi was orphaned as a baby and raised by her cruel aunt until the age of ten, after which she went to school and learned the art of service and self-suppression. Now eighteen, Kagome takes a job as the governess of Shippo, the young ward of the great and mysterious Lord Inuyasha Taisho.

But as Kagome gets to know her bemusing master, a ghost seems to haunt his estate, hinting that there is a long-lost secret hiding on the third floor.

(Read on AO3)

tag list: @heynikkiyousofine @xanthippe-writes

Chapter 5: Hot and Cold

The following day, Kagome did not see Mr. Taisho once. He may have been in town for all she knew—or he could have been held up in his office with a rare abundance of work. This did not affect Kagome in the slightest, though when she noticed herself actively looking for him whenever she ventured into the halls, she did feel quite perplexed at the curious preoccupation. In some semblance of self control, Kagome managed to convince herself that it was only out of desire to reobtain her hairpins that made her seek him out. He never did return them, after all, and she had few spares.

But she never got the opportunity to ask for them, and she instead focused even more intently on Shippo’s final lesson, which was geography.

She spun the globe with her finger tips as Shippo watched from her lap, engrossed.

“Show me where I came from!” he demanded, and Kagome smiled softly at him.

Her lesson on Africa interrupted, she spun until she found their neighboring continent, and then brought his little finger to point right at his home country. In quiet fascination, he drew his finger from that point all the way to their current home.

“A long way,” he said to himself.

“Yes.”

Kagome brought them back to their lesson, which was over not ten minutes after, and then went to the dining room for dinner. She squashed down the hope that he would be there—a hope that would have been disappointed—and felt her thoughts drift back to Shippo’s small digit tracing across aluminum land and ocean.

It had been a long way. She wondered if Mr. Taisho went himself to fetch the boy, or if he sent someone in his stead. How had that first interaction gone? As cold as he could be sometimes, she imagined her master bringing the infant into his strong arms and holding him close, hushing and feeding him in carriage and on ship. This was perhaps entirely off base—and yet, she couldn’t get the image out of her mind.

Before retiring to her room, Kagome asked Kaede if the house had any paints and paper on hand. A quick errand later, and she was behind her own door with more supplies than she’d ever seen in one place. She shucked off her day clothes and unfastened her simple bun—it was all she could do with her remaining pins—and began sketching a draft.

When her candle finally expired hours later, Kagome nearly collapsed into her bed after setting the page to dry.

A single stroke of gold paint marred her pale cheek, much more cracking in the creases of her fingers.

There was none of that color left.

Kagome awoke to the sound of laughter.

It was a demonic sound—deep and grating. She sat up, waiting to see if it would sound again. A few moments of silence passed, and she kicked off the sheets, thinking it must have been a dream. She shuffled over to her vanity, feeling the paint on her hands, and scrubbed them in the basin.

But there was the sound again—a gruff and evil guffaw—and it was closer. She heard steps, slow and creaking, right outside as the creature walked down the hallway and right past her door. Every muscle in her body froze, her knees locking into place as she stood as silently as she could, both to hear movement and to avoid alarming whatever it was that her room was occupied.

It moved along, the steps receding further down the hall. Kagome waited an extra minute to ensure it was far; then, she struck a match and lit a fresh candle in a holder. She pressed her ear to the door in one final test of its proximity, and she turned the knob.

There was no one outside; nor was there sound of any kind, laughter or otherwise. She turned to the left—to the direction of the other bedrooms on the hall—and would have ended her trek at Kaede’s door, had not the alarming stench of smoke begun to curl into her nose. She continued along down the long hall, a terrible rock in her stomach at the realization that only one bedroom after this point was occupied.

Mr. Taisho’s.

With every step, she grew more convinced of the fire’s location, and once the realization fully waxed, she began to run toward the door she had never once before touched.

The smoke escaped through the crack along the threshold in whirls and wisps. She began by pounding on the wood, but she soon thought that the emergency warranted her uninvited breach. The knob was not locked. She pushed it open, a great cloud of smoke making the room’s contents almost imperceptible.

With the exception of one thing: a ravenous flame, viciously and mysteriously crimson, its core nearly violet. It consumed the drapes around the bed—which she realized with overwhelming panic was indeed occupied still.

Her voice lurched from the depths of her throat: “Mr. Taisho!”

No response or movement. She stepped closer, smothering her nose and mouth with the thin cotton of her nightgown’s sleeve. She could see him under the sheets, which had not yet caught flame by some miracle. His persistent unconsciousness was almost certainly due to the smoke.

“Mr. Taisho, wake up!” she cried again, to no avail. She looked about her and could make out a large wash basin against the wall. She picked it up, lugged it over to the bedside, and dumped it right onto the drapes’ strongest flames.

Some of the water splashed Mr. Taisho, stirring him finally. Some smaller flames still ate at the bed curtains. Her mouth was forming another plea for him to rise, but before she could say it, her master abruptly and wordlessly sprang from his bed. She thought he would go for the curtains, but then he was charging her—Kagome stumbling backward out of instinct—and he shoved her against the wall with a savage grunt, his arm pinning flush beneath her throat and across her clavicle. His free hand braced itself on the wall beside her head, claws digging into the aged wallpaper and splintering the wood beneath.

The smoke and darkness were so thick that they muddled his features, as close as they were now to her face. But what she could see was this: his golden irises were glossed over, still half asleep, and the whites of his eyes were red—whether this was from the smoke or something else, she couldn’t know. His fangs were bared, and angry purple stripes marred his cheekbones. She was petrified, stupefied; but she knew in her heart that his violence was not directed to her.

“Mr. Taisho?” she whimpered, clutching his white sleeve where it hung loosely off his rigid forearm.

The moment his name left her mouth, recognition cleared his soulless eyes, and he uncurled his lips, all but the tips of his elongated fangs now hidden.

“Kagome?” he asked, his voice so filled with grit that it sounded like an animal’s. He loosened his arm above her chest and took a step back. He put a hand to his face, as if he was on the brink of loosing consciousness again.

“Mr. Taisho, the fire—it will ignite again if we don’t put out the rest of it.”

“Damn—“ he cursed, whipping around to assess the danger. He ran to the bed and tore down the fabric, snuffing out its flames with the water on the hardwood.

“Careful!” cried Kagome, rushing up behind him.

But the flame was out, and he appeared unharmed. He turned to her again, the foggy darkness providing little visibility between them. But she could still discern the gold in his irises. She wondered if he could see her with a superior vision; self-conscious, she folded her arms over her chest. The cold water licked at her feet, and a shiver wracked her frame.

“Kagome,” she heard him say. He came to her side and slipped an arm around her shoulders to guide her to his chair. After she was seated, he circled to her front and knelt to face her at an equal height. “Are you alright? What happened? What did you see?”

The window beside the chair provided enough light for her to see his concern clearly, along with his appearance. The ties of his sleep shirt were loose beneath his neck, and a triangle of olive skin peaked out. His hair was notably smooth—as if sleeping hadn’t tangled it at all—and the first traces of stubble peppered his jaw, as white as the hair on his head.

She remembered his question. “I’m alright. I woke up because I heard… a strange laugh.” She stopped to swallow and clear her throat, chafed by her shaking voice. “Then, I smelled smoke and followed it here. I saw nothing. But, sir—I think someone has made an attempt on your life.”

“Indeed—it certainly seems so.”

Kagome felt herself choke on the smoke permeating the room. He fumbled to open the window, and after a moment, she regained herself.

“Stay here,” he began. “I must see about the rest of the house.” His hand found hers on the armrest, and he chased her distracted gaze. “Under no circumstances should you leave this room—not until I can be sure it is safe. After I leave, lock the door behind me, and do not open to anyone other than myself.”

Kagome could find no words, the adrenaline in her system jumbling her thoughts. He seemed to notice her befuddlement, and he brought a tender hand to cup the side of her neck. The pad of his thumb traced the column of her throat, the point of his claw a mere tickle. “I’m sorry about earlier, when I arrested you. I mistook you for someone else.”

She nodded her head in forgiveness, eyes unwavering. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Instead of responding, he stood and approached the chest at the foot of his bed—unharmed, somehow. From it he pulled a red coat. Returning to her, he wrapped it around her small frame. Its warmth spread through her limbs instantly.

Rising to fulfill his mission, he repeated his charge: “Remember: none but me. Stay here, and stay silent.”

The door clicked behind him, and she rose to secure the lock. The silence that followed was near unbearable; out the window by the chair, nightly sounds of owls and wind proved the only noises. Kagome resumed her seat, Inuyasha’s red coat lying heavily around her frame, and pondered how long he would be gone. When twenty minutes passed, she stopped listening for horrific screams or dramatic crashes and instead tried to pass the time by investigating her surroundings. The coat itself was her first victim; she could not discern its fabric or follow its stitching—all was foreign to her. It was odd how heavy and warm it was despite its thinness.

The bookshelf beside her was her next locus of scrutiny. Most of the books there regarded various sciences—alchemy, psychology, pharmacology, and so on. A couple of them had bookmarks stabbed into their middles, but the dust atop them told her it had likely been years since he’d touched any of them.

Once nearly forty five minutes passed, Kagome felt lethargy fill her limbs as her adrenaline waned. She slid down to a semi-lounging position and pulled the red coat up to her chin like a blanket.

Her heavy eyelids regained their strength at the sound of a knock. His voice confirmed her hopes: “I’ve returned. Let me in.”

She did as she was told. When she met him at the threshold, his ragged face spoke of exhaustion.

“Did you find the assailant?”

“It has all been dealt with. None of us are in danger,” he assured as he walked past her to enter the room.

“How can that be? Has someone been found out and thwarted?”

He turned his back to her and braced a hand on his fireplace’s mantle. “I cannot speak details to you—and please do not push for the reasons—but I can and will assure you that this will not be happening again. We are safe.”

“But, sir—“

“Enough,” he barked, turning his head to shoot her a warning glare.

Swallowing, she rose and shed the cloak, draping it over the chair. “Well then, I’ll return to my quarters.”

“Wait—“ he exclaimed—ever changeful, he was—nearly leaping from his place to take hold of her hand and halt her steps. Upon his grasp, she noticed something on his forearm.

“Mr. Taisho, you’ve been burned,” she began, lifting his limb closer for her inspection. She started to pull fabric from flesh at the small spot, but halted for fear of hurting him.

He looked surprised at his own injury, having not noticed for the shock, she supposed. He stared at the burn for a long moment, and then lifted his marred skin to his nose. He sniffed it, and a mysterious look of knowing anger twisted his face. “Don’t mind it. It will heal in time.”

Kagome bit her lip in worry. “I suppose you do heal rather fast. But is there anything I can do to help it along?”

His expression melted then; his lips turned up into a soft smile, and his eyes emitted amusement. “You’ve already saved me once tonight; that is enough.” He took a breath and regained his serious composure, meeting her eyes. “How can I repay you? A philter of mermaid tears? A banshee’s claw?”

Kagome’s grin was sheepish, her eyes darting between different members of his face and the room’s various furnishings behind him. “You owe me nothing. I only did what was right.”

Mr. Taisho, expression inscrutable, sluggishly tugged her hand until their chests were nearly flush, knocking the breath from her lungs and tossing her heart into a gallop. He looked down intensely at her face. “I insist. The thought of giving you nothing in return makes me furious. I can’t help but want to please you—I admit that I felt so even before tonight’s incident. I knew when I first met you that…” he anxiously clenched his jaw, then continued, “…that you would do me good in some way. I felt it.” He brought her hand to his chest.

“Mr. Taisho—“

“Inuyasha, please. At least when we’re alone.”

Kagome blanched, then blushed. “Sir, I couldn’t—“

“I beg you. After doing me so great a service, it feels wrong hearing you call me by so distant a term, one that I’ve shared with men who would not deserve to have their names uttered by so sweet a voice.” He brought up his free hand and brushed his fingers along her jaw. “Name your desire, and I’ll fulfill it.”

She thought it strange that he should command her to refer to him as an equal—but she knew that his domineering tone was more a result of habit than intent. She was starting to understand him more clearly as a man frustrated by conventionalities, and his fits of brazenness were, to him, rebellions against them rather than advantages of them.

If Kagome wasn’t careful, she would lose herself in his eyes. A voice in her mind was yelling to run away—not for physical danger, but for some other ethereal risk. She was teetering on the edge of something; she wasn’t sure what exactly it was, but she suspected it had something to do with his hands, one on her face and one clutching hers, and his eyes, which were hungrily observing her lips.

Her voice found its strength. “All I ask is to return to my room.” She tried to take a step back from him, but while his fingers left her jaw, he retained her hand.

“So you will go?”

“I’m cold, sir,” she observed, then bashfully corrected, “Inuyasha.”

Her voice seemed to bring a physical reaction; his lids drooped, his nostrils flared, and his grip tightened. “Cold?” he echoed, his voice not far from a growl.

Kagome nodded.

He looked down at her skirt, the bottom of which was drenched. Her pale and pruning feet were visible beneath.

His trance was broken. “Cold—yes, and still dripping wet. Go, then: change your gown, and grip from the night whatever rest it has remaining to offer.”

“Only release my hand, and I’ll do so.”

His thumb traced the skin of her knuckles, his eyes pleading with her for something she could not decipher, and purportedly could not deliver; he let go. Kagome took two backward steps before turning from him. Her fingers reached for the knob, and his voice pierced the silence once more.

“Kagome?” he ventured with a suddenly playful lilt.

Kagome sucked in a breath. Turning, she quavered, “Yes?”

A smile. “You have paint on your cheek.”

Eyes widening, Kagome whipped herself around and twisted the knob with an anxious yank. “Goodnight, sir.”

She shut the door before he could answer.

#inextricably knotted #inukag #inuyasha #fanfiction #things are chugging along nicely!#The next chapter just needs editing #cheers to almost 15k words already lol

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EMERALD CITY

THE SPELLBOUND AND THE SPELLCASTER

As the aroma of breakfast wafted into the women's room, Nami stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. She could feel the weight of the previous day's revelations pressing upon her mind.

The knowledge of her origins as a descendant of powerful witches was both thrilling and daunting, and it occupied her thoughts throughout the night as she pored over the ancient grimoire Gideon had lent her.

When Nami stretched herself on the bed, she noticed that Robin was no longer in the room. The archaeologist was likely already up, possibly exploring the vast library that Gideon's house boasted.

The navigator swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up, her mind still abuzz with the information she had uncovered in the grimoire.

The book was a treasure trove of knowledge, and she had found herself engrossed in its contents. It detailed various spells and rituals, each one more fascinating than the last. She had learned about the history of the witches, their connection to the ancient civilization that once thrived on Emerald City, and their ability to harness the power of the nature itself.

Her fingers traced the faded illustrations as she delved deeper into the world of magic. She discovered that the witches had mastered the art of controlling the weather, manipulating clouds, and even creating storms at will. It was no wonder that the Emerald City, perched high above the skies, remained concealed from the world, protected by the formidable powers of the witches.

Throughout the night, she made notes, sketched diagrams, and memorized incantations. Her mind raced with possibilities of how she could utilize this newfound knowledge.

Nami got up from the bed and, after washing her face and getting dressed, she took a moment to adjust the gold bracelet on her wrist. Her thoughts turned to her adoptive sister, Nojiko. Memories of their shared past flooded her mind. Nojiko had been there for her through thick and thin, supporting her dreams and offering a loving presence during their tumultuous upbringing.

"I wish I could share this with her," Nami whispered to herself, and wondered if Nojiko would find it fascinating, or if she would be concerned about the dangers that came with wielding such powers.

Lost in her thoughts, Nami slowly made her way out of the room and into the main living area of Gideon's house. The delicious smell of breakfast grew stronger as she approached the dining area, and she could hear the chatter of her crewmates.

The crew was gathered around the large wooden table, their hungry gazes fixed upon the mouthwatering spread before them. Gideon sat at the head of the table, a warm smile adorning his face as he observed them.

Nami took her place, sitting beside Robin, who had returned from the library with a few books tucked under her arm.

"Find anything interesting?" Nami asked, curious about what Robin had discovered.

"Indeed," Robin replied with a mysterious smile. "Gideon's collection is quite extensive, and there are mentions of Emerald City's legends and rituals. It seems we're on the right track." Nami nodded, happily.

Her eyes lingered on the beautifully arranged dishes. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation, and she couldn't help but marvel at the culinary skills of their resident chef. The plates were adorned with colorful fruits, fragrant pastries, and an assortment of delectable treats that promised to satisfy even the heartiest of appetites.

Zoro, on her other side of the table, wasted no time in grabbing a plate and piling it high with food. His eating style, characterized by a voracious appetite and a lack of finesse, was a stark contrast to Sanji's meticulous and artistic approach to food.

Sanji's eyebrow twitched as he watched Zoro's seemingly never-ending feast by his side. "Oi, Marimo! Must you eat like a wild animal? Show some decency and savor the flavors," Sanji chided, his voice laced with exasperation.

Zoro, undeterred by Sanji's remark, continued to devour his food with single-minded determination, barely sparing a glance in the chef's direction. "Mind your business, curly." A playful smirk danced across his lips as he relished in the opportunity to rile up his fellow crewmate.

Nami rolled her eyes at their constant bickering. "Honestly, you two. Can't you enjoy breakfast without arguing? We're guests in my Grandfather's house, so try to show a little restraint."

As she scolded Zoro and Sanji, her attention shifted to the end of the table, where their captain sat. True to his nature, Luffy attacked the food with the same untamed enthusiasm as Zoro, if not more. He shoveled spoonfuls of rice into his mouth, barely bothering to chew as he devoured his meal.

Gideon, observing the chaos with a hearty chuckle, couldn't help but find amusement in their antics. His laughter echoed through the room, a deep and infectious sound that seemed to fill the space. "Ah, the joys of youth and boundless energy!" Gideon exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Luffy, his mouth full of food, grinned widely at Gideon's reaction. "This is awesome! I love breakfast!" he proclaimed between hearty bites, his voice muffled but exuberant.

Nami shook her head, exasperation evident in her expression.

Gideon's laughter subsided, and he spoke with a warm and understanding tone. "Nami, my dear, let them be. Youth is a time for spirited appetites and boisterous laughter. It's a precious gift, one that should be embraced and celebrated."

Nami sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She couldn't deny the truth in Gideon's words. After all, it was their youthful energy and unyielding spirit that had carried them through countless adventures and triumphs.

Gideon turned his attention to Nami, his eyes curious and attentive. "Nami dear, have you come to any conclusion about how you might ascend to Emerald City?"

Nami nodded, her smile growing as she leaned forward to explain her plan. "Yes. After studying the grimoire you lent me, I found a spell that might help us achieve that feat. But it won't be as simple as just flying up there. We'll need a combination of science and magic to make it work."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "First, we'll need the Thousand Sunny, our ship. It has been heavily modified by Franky to withstand even the most extreme conditions. The Sunny will be our vessel to ride up into the sky. With the knowledge from the grimoire, I can create a specialized weather pattern that will interact with the Thousand Sunny's Coup de Burst. This will generate an upward force that should propel us toward the Emerald City."

Nami glanced around the table, observing the varying expressions of her crewmates. "It might sound complex, but it's essentially using weather patterns and currents to our advantage. The Coup de Burst will give us the initial boost, and then we'll ride the rising currents up to the sky. Of course, it won't be an easy task, and we'll need to adjust the ship's coatings and apply certain spells to ensure a safe journey."

Gideon nodded, absorbing the information. "That's quite a daring plan, Nami. But tell me more about this spell. What does it do, and how can it help you control the electromagnetic charge?"

Nami reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment with inscriptions and diagrams. "This spell is called 'Aeromancy,' an ancient magic used to manipulate the weather and the air currents. It can help us control the charged particles in the clouds and create a stable path for the ship to ascend."

"As the Thousand Sunny rises through the charged air," Nami continued, "we'll need to maintain a delicate balance, using the spell to navigate the currents and keep the electrostatic repulsion in check. I believe we can do it."

Usopp scratched his head, "But wouldn't it be dangerous to sail the Sunny through thunderclouds?"

Nami nodded, "Yes, it would be too risky without proper precautions. But with the spell and my weather expertise, we can ensure a safe passage."

Franky chimed in, "I can modify the ship to withstand the electrical charges and reinforce the hull for the added pressure."

Nami smiled, grateful for the crew's unwavering support. "And that's not all. We'll also have Brook use his soul projection to scout ahead and assess the path we'll be taking, if we need."

Gideon nodded, his expression impressed. "It sounds like a well-thought-out plan. I must say, Nami, your knowledge of weather and navigation is amazing."

Nami blushed slightly at the compliment. "Well, I've always believed in the power of knowledge and science. With the crew's trust and teamwork, I'm confident we can make this journey to Emerald City a success."

Luffy, who had been listening with great interest despite his mouthful of food, grinned widely. "I don't get all the technical stuff, but if Nami says we can do it, then I'm excited for this adventure!"

Chopper raised his hoof with an inquisitive expression. "Nami, how different is this gonna be from the Knock-Up Stream method we used to get to Skypiea before?"

Nami considered Chopper's question thoughtfully before responding. "With the Knock-Up Stream, we had little control over where we ended up in Skypiea, and it was a bumpy ride, to say the least. However, this time, we'll have the advantage of being able to navigate and adjust our course as we ascend. The spell will help us guide the Thousand Sunny in a more controlled manner, making the journey smoother and safer." The answer seemed to ease the tension on the reindeer's little shoulders.

Zoro, leaning back in his chair, crossed his arms. "Hmph, as long as it gets us to the destination, I'm fine with it."

Robin, intrigued as always by the mysteries of the world, leaned forward and asked, "Gideon, could you tell us more about the ocean above the clouds? Is there anything particular about it that we should be aware of?"

Gideon's eyes sparkled with knowledge as he began to explain. "Of course, Robin. The ocean above the clouds is a place of both beauty and danger. It is known as the 'Opaline Skysea.' Just like the gemstone opal, it shimmers with a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting the light in mesmerizing patterns. It is awash with hues of blue, pink, purple, and gold, creating a breathtaking sight that few have been fortunate enough to witness."

"The Opaline Skysea is not like the vast expanses of the regular seas you've sailed," Gideon continued. "Instead of water, it's made up of a mystical and ethereal substance, almost like a liquid cloud. This "liquid cloud" substance possesses unique properties that make it both fascinating and perilous. It can support the weight of ships and living beings, allowing navigation akin to sailing on water, but it also poses challenges due to its ever-changing density and viscosity.

Gideon went on to elaborate, It's ethereal nature means that it can be affected by different magical and atmospheric conditions. For instance, during certain celestial events, the colors of the sky and the sea intensify, creating a stunning spectacle that few would ever forget."

"But be cautious," Gideon warned, his expression becoming more serious. "It is also home to powerful storms and turbulent weather phenomena. Thunderstorms are particularly common, accompanied by brilliant displays of lightning that dance across the skies like living creatures. These storms can be destructive, and navigating through them requires utmost skill and preparation."

Nami interjected, "That's where the plan will come into play. By carefully analyzing the weather patterns and using the spell to manipulate the currents, we can avoid the most dangerous areas and find safer routes through the Opaline Skysea."

Luffy's eyes glowed with excitement, and he pumped his fist into the air. "Let's do it! Onward to the Opaline Skysea and Emerald City!"

Zoro sat cross-legged on the lush grass, a little distance away from Gideon's house, but with it still in his sight, his three swords laid out in front of him. With a meticulous focus that bordered on reverence, Zoro methodically ran the whetstone along the length of each blade. The soft scrape of steel against stone created a harmonious rhythm, a tune only his ears could truly appreciate. As he sharpened, he could feel the subtle imperfections giving way to a pristine edge.

As he worked, his senses extended beyond the physical realm, tapping into his Haki to sense the movements and auras of his crewmates.

Inside, he could feel the concentrated energy of Nami, Robin, and Chopper as they gathered maps, books, and tomes, their minds engaged in the meticulous planning that was a hallmark of their navigator, archaeologist, and doctor. He could almost hear the pages turning and the rustling of parchment as they worked.

Sanji's presence was detectable through the familiar scents of spices and ingredients emanating from the kitchen, where he was gathering supplies.

On the porch, the camaraderie of Brook, Franky, Usopp, and Jinbei created a lively atmosphere.

He felt Luffy's presence, a carefree and peaceful aura that only deep slumber could bring. Zoro's lips quirked into a small, fond smile. His captain's ability to find tranquility anywhere, even amidst the flurry of activity, never failed to amuse him.

But it was Nami's presence that lingered in Zoro's senses, a subtle thread of warmth and familiarity that tugged at his awareness. He couldn't help but be attuned to her aura, delicate yet vibrant.

As he continued to sharpen his swords, Zoro's focus was interrupted by Gideon's approach. The elder's presence was palpable, his aura carrying quiet strenght and a warmth that transcended the tragedies he had faced. His voice broke the tranquil sounds of the surroundings as he spoke.

"I may not possess extensive knowledge about swords, but even to an outsider like me, it's clear that your three katanas are more than just tools of combat. They seem to be intertwined with your very soul."

Zoro glanced up at the elder, his gaze meeting the man's knowing eyes. He felt a surge of gratitude for the understanding that emanated from Gideon's words. "Yeah, they're a part of who I am," Zoro replied, his voice steady.

The swordsman couldn't help but think that Nami was fortunate to have crossed paths with this good-hearted old man, someone from her own bloodline.

Gideon's gaze held a depth of insight as he continued, his words carrying a subtle weight between the lines. "It's fascinating how the bonds we form with objects and people can shape our destinies. Sometimes, those connections are even stronger than we realize."

Zoro's brow furrowed slightly at the enigmatic remark, his curiosity piqued. He had a feeling that Gideon was alluding to something more, something beneath the surface.

As if sensing Zoro's unspoken question, Gideon's lips curved into a faint smile. "You know, young boy, sometimes what lies between the lines is just as significant as what is spoken outright."

Zoro's grip on the sharpening stone tightened imperceptibly, his thoughts swirling. He wondered what Gideon could possibly be implying. Was there something that even he hadn't fully grasped about his own connection with his swords?

"Is there something you see that I don't?" Zoro found himself asking, his voice quiet but earnest.

Gideon's smile remained enigmatic, a glint of knowing in his eyes. "Perhaps, my young friend. But sometimes, understanding unfolds in its own time."

Before the silence could stretch on, the soft sound of footsteps approached, and Zoro's attention shifted slightly as Nami came out of the house. She carried a map in her hands, her brows furrowing in concentration as she examined it. Her presence was a welcome interruption.

"Nami," Gideon greeted her with a warm smile, the fondness clear in his eyes as he looked at her. "I see you're engrossed in the maps once again."

Nami looked up, her expression shifting from concentration to curiosity as she acknowledged Gideon's presence. A faint blush graced her cheeks, something Zoro noticed almost immediately. "Oh, Gideon. Yes, I'm just double-checking the routes and landmarks. We need to make sure we have the most accurate information for our journey."

Gideon's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Dedication and precision, much like our young swordsman here." He nodded in Zoro's direction, and Nami's gaze flickered to Zoro, her blush deepening slightly.

"Nami's meticulousness is unmatched," Zoro chimed in, his tone neutral but supportive. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity at her uncharacteristic shyness. It wasn't often that he saw Nami flustered.

Gideon's smile deepened, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Ah, you two complement each other quite well, don't you?"

Nami's fingers tightened around the map, her gaze briefly meeting Zoro's before darting away. "I... well, we do have different strengths," she mumbled, her voice a touch quieter than usual.

Zoro observed the exchange between Nami and Gideon, a flicker of confusion passing through his mind. Nami wasn't one to get easily flustered or shy, especially not in the presence of others. He wondered what it was about Gideon's words that had her acting differently.

Gideon's gaze seemed to hold a knowing twinkle as he regarded Nami. "Ah, but strengths can intertwine in surprising ways. Just as the wind and the sea collaborate to guide a ship through its journey, the strength of a swordsman and the precision of a navigator can create a harmony that shapes destinies."

Nami's blush deepened, and she bit her lip, seeming to struggle for words. Zoro felt a sense of protectiveness over her, his instincts urging him to understand the situation better.

"Your navigational skills and Zoro's swordsmanship are like the two sides of a coin," Gideon continued, his voice gentle yet perceptive. "Different, yet united by the purpose to ensure safe passage."

Nami glanced at Zoro once again, her eyes briefly meeting his before she quickly looked away. Her fingers played with the edge of the map, and Zoro noted her usually confident demeanor faltering in the face of Gideon's observations.

Her Grandfather's words resonated in the air, a subtle melody of insight that danced between them. Zoro's mind churned with thoughts, his stoic exterior giving way to a growing curiosity. There was something more to this interaction, something that he was missing.

Nami finally spoke, her voice quieter than usual, carrying a hint of shyness that was as surprising as it was endearing. "Thank you, Gideon. Your perception is quite... accurate."

Gideon's smile widened, a mix of approval and warmth in his eyes. "You're welcome, Nami. Sometimes, a fresh perspective can reveal the unspoken truths that linger beneath the surface."

As the conversation continued, Zoro found himself caught in a swirl of emotions he wasn't quite accustomed to. He was used to reading situations, understanding them in his own practical and straightforward way. But this, the interplay of words and glances, was a territory he felt less equipped to navigate.

Nami's reactions had ignited a spark of curiosity within him, one that was both unfamiliar and oddly exhilarating. He wanted to know what thoughts were crossing her mind, what feelings were causing her to react in this uncharacteristic manner.

"Now, listen carefully," Gideon began, his voice steady and serious. "Once you reach the surface of the Opaline Skysea, head to the beach in the northwest. There, you'll find allies who have been awaiting your arrival. I wish I could provide you with all the answers, but time is of the essence, and there is much you must discover for yourselves."

Nami's gaze was fixed on Gideon. Despite the uncertainty of their journey, his guidance and assurance offered a sense of stability that she cherished.

"Got it," She nodded.

Gideon's words hung in the air, a beacon of guidance amidst the unknown. Nami absorbed his instructions, each syllable etching a path in her mind. The Opaline Skysea, the beach in the northwest—these were the landmarks of their destiny, and she was determined to reach them.

But before she could fully grasp the magnitude of their impending journey, Gideon's arms enveloped her in a warm, heartfelt embrace. Nami blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the strength of his affection.

It was a hug filled with unspoken emotions, a silent exchange of love and support. Nami could sense the depth of Gideon's feelings for her, for the granddaughter he had waited for many years.

Gideon's words had been a guiding light in the maze of uncertainty, and as his embrace enveloped her, Nami felt a profound sense of gratitude welling up within her. She didn't resist the warmth of his hug but instead leaned into it, finding solace in his affection.

"Thank you, Gideon," Nami whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "For everything."

Gideon pulled back slightly, his hands resting on Nami's shoulders as he looked into her eyes. "You're my family, Nami. My blood. It's my duty and my privilege to support you on this path."

Nami nodded, her voice choked with unspoken emotions. She understood the weight of her heritage, the power and knowledge that had been passed down through generations. And now, she also knew the depth of Gideon's love and belief in her.

With their farewells to Gideon concluded, the Straw Hat Pirates began their descent down the lush, mountainous terrain. They used a path that bypassed the nearby village.

The forest seemed to hold its breath as the crew ventured deeper into its shadows. The air grew cooler, and the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds that broke the silence.

With the grimoire's weight securely nestled in her bag, Nami's heart raced with nervous anticipation. This journey marked the first time she would attempt to harness the ancient magic she had learned from the book. The power to control weather and manipulate the elements was a responsibility she didn't take lightly.

Nami stole a glance at her crewmates, each of them navigating the eerie forest with caution. She knew that they trusted her abilities, just as she trusted their support.

The crew continued through the forest, their footsteps echoing in the quietude, as they made their way towards the Sunny, waiting patiently at the beach.

Reaching the ship was no relief for Nami. The familiar sight of the lion head, steadfast and ready, grounded her in a way that the eerie forest never could. But with this comfort came the daunting task ahead – her first attempt at casting the ancient spells from the grimoire.

The crew boarded the Thousand Sunny, their footfalls resonating on the wooden deck.

Nami's anxiety was palpable as she stepped aboard, her heart racing like a wild horse. She clutched the grimoire in her trembling hands, its weight served as a constant reminder of the daunting task that lay ahead, a task that seemed as insurmountable as the stormy waves crashing against the ship.

As the crew gathered around, they exchanged knowing glances, sensing Nami's unease.

With a deep breath, Nami carefully placed the grimoire on the polished wooden deck. She lowered herself to sit on her heels, her eyes fixed on the pages.

She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. The incantations she needed to cast were meticulously inscribed there, their cryptic symbols and ancient runes dancing before her eyes. She had studied them diligently, committing the spells to memory, and understanding their intricate workings. Yet, now that the moment had come to put her knowledge to the test, a surge of uncertainty coursed through her veins. It was as if she stood at the precipice of an abyss, unsure whether the leap would lead to glory or despair.

A soft, reassuring voice broke through her turmoil, and Nami turned to see Robin watching her with an understanding gaze. Robin, the archaeologist who had a penchant for deciphering the mysteries of the world, understood the weight of the moment.

"Trust yourself, Nami," Robin said in her calm, velvety voice. Her words were a lifeline in the sea of Nami's uncertainty. "The magic is a part of you now. Follow your instincts, and you'll find your way."

Nami nodded, the encouraging words washing over her like a soothing wave. With Robin's guidance echoing in her mind, she took a steadying breath and steadied her trembling hands. Her palms pressed firmly against the cool wood beneath her, grounding herself for what was to come.

"Ventus obumbro navis. Protectio opacus," Nami whispered, her voice soft yet determined. The words felt like a melody, ancient and powerful, as they rolled off her tongue.

As the words left her lips, Nami's senses ignited like a fire in the darkness. At first, it was a subtle sensation, as gentle as the caress of a breeze against her skin on a tranquil summer evening. The sensation began as a faint tremor beneath her feet, then gradually spread, like ripples in a pond after a pebble's gentle descent. It was as if the very essence of the ship had stirred to life, responding to her command.

Nami repeated the incantation, her voice growing stronger with each utterance. "Ventus obumbro navis. Protectio opacus."

With each utterance, the magical energy surged through her being, coursing like a mighty river of power, her very core becoming a vessel for the ancient forces she had invoked. It was an experience beyond mere words; it was a fusion of her spirit with the ship itself, an intimacy born of shared purpose and mutual trust. The ship's presence enveloped her, becoming an extension of her own consciousness.

The air around them seemed to quiver and waver, as though reality itself was yielding to the irresistible force of Nami's command. The shimmering energy of the incantation painted a surreal tableau in the surrounding atmosphere. It was as if the very fabric of the world had momentarily yielded to the transcendent power of her magic, and the boundaries between the physical and the mystical blurred.

The crew watched in awe and anticipation, their collective breath held in reverence for the mystical spectacle unfolding before their eyes. Sanji's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and Usopp exchanged an amazed look with Chopper. Franky's mechanical eyes gleamed with fascination, while Brook couldn't help but hum in delight. Even Zoro allowed a rare glint of admiration to flicker in his eyes.

As Nami continued to channel her magic, the change became ever more evident. A faint, iridescent barrier began to form around the ship. It started at the hull, a subtle distortion in the air, and expanded outward until the entire vessel was encased in a translucent cocoon. It shimmered like a mirage.

Nami's heart soared as she witnessed the magic taking shape. The ship was concealed, shielded by the ancient spell she had invoked. She had done it.

Luffy couldn't contain his excitement any longer. As Nami's spell enveloped the Thousand Sunny in its protective shroud, his eyes lit up like twin suns, and a wide, beaming grin stretched across his face. He let out a triumphant shout that echoed across the deck.

"All right, Nami! That's awesome!" Luffy cheered, pumping his fist into the air.

His enthusiasm was infectious, and soon the whole crew joined in, their cheers and laughter filling the air.

Nami could hardly believe her eyes as she beheld the shimmering barrier of magic encasing the Thousand Sunny. The crew's awestruck reactions mirrored her own sense of accomplishment. It was a feeling unlike any other, knowing that she had harnessed this ancient power and used it to protect her friends.

But there was no time for lingering in the moment. Nami's mind snapped back to the urgency of their mission. She turned to face her crewmates, her voice taking on a commanding tone, one that they were all too familiar with.

"Alright, everyone! We need to put some distance between us and the beach. I want us at least two nautical miles away from the shore before we ascend into the Opaline Skysea."

Her crewmates, still buzzing with excitement, snapped into action at her command. Franky operated the anchor controls with the precision of a skilled engineer, while Usopp and Chopper hurried to their respective posts to assist with navigation and monitoring the ship's instruments.

Jinbei moved with the grace of a seasoned helmsman, taking control of the ship's wheel.

Nami's eyes swept over her crew, each member fulfilling their role with unwavering determination. They were a well-oiled machine, synchronized by trust, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Jinbei skillfully steered the ship away from the beach, Nami's gaze settled on Zoro, who was still at the anchor. Their eyes met, a moment of unspoken understanding passing between them. And then, to Nami's surprise, Zoro offered her a soft smile, one that was so rare it felt like a precious gift.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a warmth spread through her chest. It was a sight she treasured, a reminder that even in the midst of their daring adventures, there were moments of quiet connection.

Even though her feelings for the swordsman were all over the place and it confused her, gestures like this fueled her spirit.

Pushing aside her introspection for the moment, Nami turned her attention to the task at hand. She called out to Franky, who was already busy preparing the Coup de Burst. The shipwright's mechanical fingers moved with precision as he checked the pressure levels and ensured everything was in order for the powerful maneuver.

"Franky, get ready for the Coup de Burst!" Nami commanded, her voice carrying authority and determination.

Franky grinned in response, his signature "SUPER" pose emphasizing his enthusiasm. "You got it, Sis!"

Meanwhile, Nami centered herself, her hands gently resting on the ship's railing. She could feel the magic coursing within her, a connection to the ancient spells she had unearthed. This time, she would need to cast Aeromancy, shaping the very air around them to create the wind currents required for the ascend.

With her eyes fixed on the sky above, she pronouced the words of the spell.

"Ventus ascendere, caelum regere. Nubibus consurgere, tempestatem creare. Fulmen excitare, potentiam meam iungo."

As her voice echoed across the deck, a profound change overtook the sky. The wind stirred, gathering momentum as if responding to her call. Dark clouds coalesced above, swirling with an otherworldly energy. And then, like a bolt from the heavens, lightning crackled within the tempestuous clouds.

"Ventus ascendere, caelum regere. Nubibus consurgere, tempestatem creare. Fulmen excitare, potentiam meam iungo."

Nami's incantation rang out like a clarion call, each word resonating with power and purpose. As she repeated the ancient verse, her voice carried a commanding presence that to bended the elements to her will.

the winds intensified, swirling around the Thousand Sunny with growing force. The sails strained against the mounting pressure, and the ship itself seemed to shudder, acknowledging the ancient magic at work.

And then, amidst the swirling clouds, a crack appeared. It was a rift in the fabric of the storm, a tear in the very sky itself. Electricity arced wildly within the chasm, illuminating the deck with an electric blue light.

Nami's determination was unwavering as she continued to repeat the spell, but the strain was taking a toll on her. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and her breathing became labored as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her palms pressed firmly against the ship's railing, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

As the spell reached its peak, the lightning within the tempestuous clouds crackled with an intensity that bordered on the dangerous. Bolts of electricity danced across the sky, striking dangerously close to the ship's mast and sending showers of sparks cascading into the sea.

She felt in her gut that it was time.

"Franky, now!"

Franky, who had been eagerly waiting for the signal, wasted no time. He activated the Coup de Burst with a dramatic flourish, and the ship rumbled with power as compressed air shot out from underneath, propelling them upward. The crew clung to whatever they could find as the ship ascended at breakneck speed.

The sudden propulsion sent the Thousand Sunny hurtling through the sky, leaving the thunderstorm and crackling lightning behind. Chopper and Usopp, unprepared for the abrupt ascent, let out terrified screams as they clung to the ship for dear life. Luffy, on the other hand, threw his head back and laughed heartily, exhilarated by the wild ride.

"Yahoo! Go, Sunny!" Luffy cheered.

Nami, still recovering from the exertion of the spell, couldn't help but smile at Luffy's unbridled joy. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved being part of this crew.

Before they could reach the thunderous clouds above, Nami's expertise came into play. She quickly assessed the wind currents and guided the ship to catch a powerful updraft. The Thousand Sunny soared into the current, the wind carrying them effortlessly amidst the turbulent sky.

With the wind beneath their wings, Nami, now more composed, took the helm, expertly navigating the ship through the shifting currents. With a deft hand, she guided the Thousand Sunny into a powerful wind current that spiraled upward like a natural elevator.

The ship smoothly transitioned into the current, and Nami manipulated the air around them to catch the right winds, allowing them to navigate effortlessly through the sky.

As they soared upward, Jinbei, standing by Nami's side at the helm, couldn't help but offer a compliment. "Nami-san, your competence in handling these wind currents is truly impressive."

Nami acknowledged the compliment with a nod but replied modestly, "That was the easy part, Jinbei-san. Now comes the real challenge."

Their ascent brought them into the heart of the thunderclouds, where visibility was reduced to almost nothing. The world around them became a swirling mass of dark, turbulent clouds, and the deafening roar of thunder rumbled through the ship.

But then, as they rose higher, the clouds began to thin, and the crew's eyes widened in wonder. Before them stretched an expanse of surreal beauty—a vast, open sea of shimmering greenish fluid, unlike anything they had ever seen.

The liquid-like substance glistened with an otherworldly radiance, casting an eerie yet enchanting glow across the deck. The crew stood in stunned silence, captivated by the surreal spectacle unfolding before them.

Nami, her eyes wide with amazement, whispered to herself, "This is it... the Opaline Skysea."

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