#henry pearl fan fic

[softboynick]

wip wednesday - 3/27/24

it is once again wednesday, my darlings! thanks for the early tags @wordsofhoneydew & @onthewaytosomewhere <333

happiest birthdays to my sunshine darling, the love of my life alex gabriel claremont-diaz. as a gift to you all, a snippet from my untitled alex x henry x george fic:

“My king,” Henry says over the din of the crowd gathered in the ballroom, the very same crowd that parts as he breezes through to join his beloved at the other end of the room. An underlying sense of excitement colors his words. “There is someone I wish for you to meet.” A big hand slides along the curve of his back and gathers him by the waist, and Henry eagerly follows with a soft laugh, pressing himself into Alexander’s side like he belongs there. “Is that so, my little lamb?” Alexander purrs into the shell of his ear, ignoring the conversation around him to give this beauty the attention he always deserves. He leans in close and lets the tip of his tongue graze the pearls that adorn his ear. And because he cannot help it, his lips move along his jaw until they find a home in his sweet wife’s lips. He does not pout when Henry pulls away, but it is a close thing.  “Alex,” Henry murmurs in warning, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.  Henry turns and extends a hand into the crowd. A ripple effect ensues as a man—no, an exquisite, beautiful boy—steps up, singling himself out from the others. He wears a light blue doublet, almost silver in the daylight, that clings to his curves and highlights the paleness of his long throat.  Henry reaches out towards him and takes his wrist, gently tugging him forward with a soft, encouraging smile on his lips. He looks at Alexander and finds only wonder and awe in his beloved’s face. His smile grows fond as Henry saunters closer to Alex’s side until his chin nearly rests on the man’s broad shoulder.  “Did I do well, my king?” It is Henry’s turn to whisper into Alexander’s ear, to suckle at the jewelry embedded in the soft flesh of his earlobe. “Isn’t he beautiful?”  Alexander’s grip tightens momentarily on Henry’s waist, a silent gesture showing his gratitude, his pleasure.  “And who must you be, sweetheart?” Alex asks the newcomer. The boy seems to positively glow from the attention. Gone is his initial apprehension as he takes the king’s hand and presses a kiss to the heavy bejeweled ring on his finger. He locks eyes with Alexander through a fan of lashes, his hazel gaze demure but bold.  “George Villiers, Your Majesty.” “George,” Alex says, tasting his name on his tongue. He smiles then, and it is blinding like the sun.

no pressure tags under the cut below!

@henrysfox @taste-thewaste @tinyarmedtrex @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @priincebutt @captainjunglegym @onpurposeilovehimonpurpose @junebugclaremontdiaz @england-would-fall @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @itsmaybitheway @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @luainthewild @henryspearl + OPEN TAG

[henryspearl]

thank you @agostobuwan and @iboatedhere for the tag🫶🫶 here’s a snippet from my rwrb royally big bang fic. after i’ve finished writing this chapter, i am planning on writing something else to give my brain a bit of a break💀

y’all have no idea how long i have waited to finally be able to write this part!! will probably need editing but anyway here we go…

Alex was beginning to get flustered and his palms started to sweat. The frantic drumming in his heart might as well join in with the band in the middle of the room.

Henry’s eyes flick up and meet his, his smile is wicked like he’s been corrupted and it’s putting Alex on edge.

The man is an enigma.

“I’ve been watching you too,” Henry continues in a dangerously low voice. “I noticed how you checked me out just now, do more vibrant colours do it for you Sir Claremont-Diaz? You seem to be awfully fascinated with my figure, my lips especially. Perhaps you would like me to perform for you.”

Alex almost chokes on his own saliva and his eyebrows shoot up in alarm, “What?”

Henry grins devilishly, “Let me rephrase that.”

He leans in close, his breath fanning across Alex’s eye lobe and it starts to set a different kind of heat throughout Alex’s body and starts to turn into putty. He feels the pearl earring flutter against his cheek. His words curl into a sultry voice, “Sir Claremont-Diaz, may I perform for you?”

tagging: @theprinceandagcd @fullsunsets @jmagnabo92 @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @thesleepyskipper @callumsmitchells + open tag

[pastara-cell]

FAVOURITE AU IDEA AAAA DAY 17 IVE BEEN WAITING IVE BEEN WAITING IVE BEEN WAITING I HAVE TWO ANSWERS BUT I’LL DO TWO SEPERATE POSTS BECAUSE IF I DO BOTH OF THEM IN THE SAME POST YOU’LL BE READING AN ENTIRE FIC AT THAT POINT

PART 1 (Double Life Au)

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Okay so, This is sorta similar to yesterdays thing, and also, I’ve literally posted about this, but now that I have my medication, i can ACTUALLY write it. TMF DOUBLE LIFE AU- Okay okay wait wait lemme recap then I’ll go into detail, because I dont want this to be a complete restatement of my older post, as its been more fleshed out since then.

So, for a recap, if you dont know what double life is, them it’s essentially the 3rd season in a mcyt series called “the life series/traffic life”. In this season, people are paired up with anothet person, their soulmate, and they take damage when the other person takes damage.

However, with that being the canon, many different headcanons and fan conceps have popped up for it, such as feeling everything your soulmate feels (Physically and mentally). I’ll only give one example because there are physically so many that i’d be here all day talking about them.

I would also like to take a second to say that i’m a firm truther in the fact that double life is an allegory for the fact that you cant be forced until love. Also, remember that soulmates can be platonic or romantic, or sometimes even enemies! (Not like im gonna make zailey soulmates, they could be platonic but Its just not my thing)

So what I proposed is that we take the tmf guys, and we throw them into the double life universe! This au was just a thought at that point, but I have it mostly mapped out now! So, heres a lil thing showing all the pairs ^^ (what no, I didn’t steal half these screencaps from rosypenguins and the tmf suffering bracket…LIESSS/silly)

(The letters to the side stand for what the pair is. R means romantic, p means platonic, q means QPR, and c means complicated)

Now im not gonna sit here and go over each pair, however, i’ll dump some headcanons for the au!! (If you end up using this au, which i totally dont mind, please change anything you want!)

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-The reason Drean is a confusing pair is because they dont know eachother, or atleast, not well. They’d probably not know how to properly talk to eachother at first. I could see this going from not knowing eachother, to platonic, to romantic, but any way works and they’ll be able to be interpreted as romantic or platonic

-Staisy QPR because yes.

-ran out of people to pair up, and decided “huh, okay then, sadie and maria” and tbh, why not. New rarepair. They go from mild dislike to loving eachother practically as soon as they bond.

-all the pairings in this are based upon canon friendships, my personal headcanons, and whatever I felt like putting together.

-Lia and Zoey are NOT friends in this au, well atleast not anymore. But they’re stuck together.

-Hailey and milly cause i need to see them interact more

-Milly and Elliot totally do a secret soulmate thing, like bigb and grian, but are super awkward about it. Hailey and jake know, and they think it’s hilarious

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Enough about the pairings, au facts time!!

-Drew is a past watcher. Take that as you will with your own watcher lore ^^

-Sadie is a listener, also take that as you will with your lore.

-Because I can and Because I will, Liam and henry live in the “relation-ship”. They’re the boat boys. No other pairing lives in the same houses as the original mcyts, Just those two.

-green, yellow, and red lives still exist. Yes they can die. Yes, my friends, this does mean angst.

-Will take place in the terrain of the double life map. Only things that are missing are the structures that were built by the mcyts, the cake does not exist, nor does pearl’s tower or anything. The relation-ship is there but thats an exception.

Mayyy update this, part 2 with my othet au may come out today or tomorrow, depends on how lomg it’ll take me to do stuff. ^^

[xenokattz]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Nabbed from everyone such as, but not limited to, @umber-cinders , @tielan , @suzukiblu (I think), and @beatrice-otter . Please check their posts out!

Listed from oldest to newest. Ish.

Extasie Doth Unperplex

Most of all, Clark loved Lois for not running.

Clois. Comics Superman but can be read as any Superman universe, smutty smut tentacle smut

TW: none known

That time I turned Superman into a Cthulu-style alien & then wrote atmospheric smut. This is one of maybe 2 or 3 fics that burst forth fully formed from my brain, written frantically in 1 night, and thrown at my friends/betas asking them to judge the hell out of it because WTAF. 🤣 I've never written tentacle sex/monster fucking before, I'm not sure I ever will again, but damn I love this one incoherently.

Cho Chang and the Jasmine Code

Before returning to help her former schoolmates in the Battle of Hogwarts, Cho Chang fought against Voldemort & his follows in a more covert manner.

Cho Chang, Victor Krum + many HP side-characters. War is hell, para-canon (is that a thing?)

TW: violent injuries, mentions of death/severe injury to underage characters, refugee experiences

I've never described myself as a Potterhead/rabid HP fan the way I am with superhero media & Star Wars. I was more interested in the world-building than the plot and was, therefore, very disappointed when there was nothing extensive about the other schools of magic after "Goblet of Fire." Also at the time, my bestie was into creating various East Asian HP magic so I jumped on board her crazy train and tried to play with how culture would affect magic the same way it affects other forms of research & technology.

D'Ancanto

Drugs. Multi-state gangs. Mutant-killing virus. Civil unrest. Plot to assassinate a racist senator. Just another Tuesday for Marie D'Ancanto, NYPD detective in the country's first Mutant Crimes Task Force.

Rogue | Marie D'ancanto + many other X-Men including Gambit, Colossus, & Jubilee. Fox-movieverse X-Men. AU-ish futurefic/canon divergence.

TW: drug use/abuse, someone causes the violent death of their friend, mutants as a blatant metaphor for racism/homophobia.

Parents shouldn't have favourites but, NGL, this is one of my most precious babies. I was gonna scratch the serial number off this sucker & try to shop it as an original series. Still might. Again, I wanted to worldbuild-- what does being a mutant mean outside of superheroes? How would your average mutant, passing or not, be treated by society in general? How would society organize themselves with this new minority? I planned for this to be a trilogy; the sequel, Rasputin, has HEAVY trigger warnings for sexual exploitation/slavery (with a suspicion that it could happen to a minor but it doesn't), kidnapping of a minor, terminal illness, violent death of sex workers. Probably my only dead dove.

A Flame in Two Cupped Hands

Six years and two thousand coffee cups separated Lois and Clark's first real hello and last real good-bye.

Clois. Man of Steel Superman. Coffeeshop AU with a side of plot and smut that's miiiiildly hot for teacher.

TW: none known

I really, really, REALLY wanted to love Man of Steel. Henry Cavill's Clark was hot, Amy Adams' Lois had promise plus they played with her being older than Clark. The whole Krypton society thing is EXACTLY my jam. But the more I went back to it, the less the story failed to resonate with my understanding of Superman. Which is one of the reasons we fic. 😁 This fic also goes to show I cannot write without plot. Even my coffeeshop AUs & porns get plot.

The Pearl I Carry in My Heart

"Am I understanding you correctly, Princess? That your suggestion for strengthening our alliance is arranged marriages between our available tribal leaders and theirs?"

Shuri smiled, a forced twisted thing. "Not quite, Elder. My suggestion for strengthening this alliance is an arranged marriage between K’uk’ulkan and me."

Nashuri with side Attoye. MCU Black Panther & Namor. Post-canon, political marriage/alliances, enemies to friends to lovers, ridiculous slow burn I'm not kidding about how slow it is.

TW: mentions death of a sibling, injury causing amputation, a major character has depressive/anxiety episodes due to PTSD

For more than 5 years, my writing dried up. Lots of different factors in there, both fan and life related. Then Black Panther: Wakanda Forever came out. And there was RIDICULOUS world-building, both expansions of Wakanda and the new society of Talokan, where colonialism never happened. I'm not of indigenous Mesoamerican descent but their history and that of my ancestors are so similar; EVERYTHING about Talokan resonated with me. I already loved Wakanda but add Talokan and it. Just. Was all. *Kermit flail*

Soft, no pressure tag to @pilesofpillows, @dasphinxone & @gaal-dornick because I'm pretty sure everyone else I know has done this already. But everyone else, please feel free to nab!

[hecohansen31]

Could we maybe get Henry Pearl helping reader through a rough patch? Just like tooth rotting fluff

(A\N): Hello there, lovely! 😘✨

You have no literal idea how happy I am of this, and how in need of Henry Pearl I am, since... I am not going to lie, lately (and still is) has been a low key a rough patch for me, since I have been struggling with anxiety and my appointment with the psychologist moved to next week, since I have to stay at university for two more days (with those snakes of my roommates).

Also my mom, to whom I usually talk with for anxiety, has been extremely bitchy with me (which I get because I stress her extremely) (although half of my anxieties are because of her) and today I broke one nail, which is very “KIM PEOPLE ARE DYING” problem, I realize, but I got them done last week, plus I just get very stupidly concerned about these things, thinking that people will judge me for it...🙈

I know this is too TMI, and I am going to leave you to our sweet and gentle Henry Pearl, the true light of this dark period, sorry for the personal thing, I just wanted you to know why I am a bit inactive today (alongside avoiding spoilers... which failed miserably! 🤣).

Hope you’ll enjoy it, sweetheart! ❤️

(And if you have more, for this babe, I am always open for it! 😘✨)

WARNINGS: Stress and Anxiety and Mention of Past Trauma 💜

You had been fidgety the entire night, and when Henry had moved to retrieve something for him to paint, meanwhile you checked some emails, he had found you having a anger-filled breakdown, against your computer, for not loading fast enough your emails.

He didn’t understand the reason behind it, gently calming you down with the promise to take a look to the computer, which you continued on saying it was too slow.

He gently kissed your forehead, immediately making you met under him, as he got the computer out of harm way, putting himself between it and you, who gently hugged around his waist, pushing your head onto his shoulder and gently kissing it, before you laid your face down there, tired.

“You need to leave it some time to charge, lovely” he explained, meanwhile he closed and re-opened the web, gently getting it to finally work, as you took a sharp intake of breath, moving to take it from his hand.

But he closed it before your hands could even come close to the technological object.

You looked at him confused and gently he pushed you down on the bed, playful towering onto you.

“What has happened, my lady?” he asked with a fake British accent, as a true knight from the old stories, meanwhile you just scrunched your nose, a bit annoyed.

“Henry, let me get to my emails, you draw and I answer a some of them... we had a deal” you mumbled, meanwhile you tried to launch yourself closer to the computer, but no result was successful since Henry got his hands onto yours, pinning them over your hand.

And he ended up kissing your face, peppering it softly and playfully, effectively getting a laugh out of your chest, meanwhile you tried to push him away, although your tries were weak and not very interested in actually getting him to stop his ministrations.

But somehow you managed to turn the things around and before Henry knew it, you were mercilessly tickling him, before you planted some kisses in order to distract him from your hands reaching out for your computer.

And you immediately went back to your emails.

Henry tried to regain his breath, staring at the painted roof of your little house: he had done it, meanwhile you anxiously asked him if he was alright.

“Didn’t Michelangelo do the same?” he had asked, meanwhile you had slapped his shoulder, saying that “Michelangelo didn’t have a hot girlfriend to worry for”.

He didn’t surrender to you, although he had lost this battle, you hadn’t won the war.

He hug-attacked you from behin, making you giggle, but your eyes didn’t shift from the screen.

It took a few kisses onto your neck, and you finally caved in, turning around for another long and attentive kiss, which made him feel like he was melting onto you, meanwhile you smirked, quickly bringing him back to reality with an harsh bite on his upper lip.

“... I would gladly do this, instead of answering emails” you mumbled, onto his lips, your eyes becoming tinged with worry “... but I seriously have to do this, or...”.

“Or what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in an half a smirk to you “... I don’t think they’ll fire you, sweetie, they like you too much”.

He had heard you talking over the phone about having an hard time at work, mostly whenever he would catch you shouting at somebody on the phone or huffing when your phone blinged during movie night.

He could also justify your nervousness, knowing exactly that you were the type of person who needed to do her best in anything, and when you gave your best and people didn’t recognize it... well... that was a problem.

That was why he cherished you with everything he could, earning an identical treatment that made butterfly come alive in his stomach.

You had been there, after Tallulah had revealed anything to him, and you had been there after, holding him close to you.

And if your situation was even slightly as stressing as that, he couldn’t help but want to hold you and chase away all your worries, as you had done.

“... don’t joke on this, Henry Pearl” you mumbled, although a little laugh escaped your chest “I am worried about everything, we have had so many deadlines so so close and people have been pushing their work on me... and I was just unable to say no”.

He could understand it all, but still he refused to let you in your own destructive behavior, mostly when it got between him and his well-deserved cuddles.

“I know that you are, but you seriously don’t have to let this get to you, you always manage to succeed in anything” he reminded you, making you smile lightly, and blush rather strongly “...I am kind of in awe that you are still with me, although you could have so much...”.

“If you finish that phrase I am crashing my computer on top of your head” you threatened and he giggled, apologizing with soft kisses all over your hair, before he gently settled his face in the crook of your neck.

“... don’t do it, it is a MacBook, it is expensive”.

“Then don’t do this, Henry Pearl, because you are the most perfect creature in the world” he blushed, but didn’t let this stop him from going on with his talk.

“... and please don’t let your anxieties get to you, we can talk about them” he moved to kiss your forehead and felt you relax slightly.

“I don’t want to bother you” you whispered, meanwhile you turned to gently lay onto his chest, meanwhile he lowered himself till his back hit the mattress softly, not even startling you “... sometimes I just get these awful thoughts, and I don’t want to ruin your eternally sunshine-y moods, you have already so much on your plate...”.

“And you have, too, so many things on your plate and still find time to comfort me, so I think that I can do the same for you, sweetie” he gently kissed both your cheeks, before he finally managed to kiss your mouth, gently caressing your face “Please I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tall about it with me”.

You nodded softly, promptly understanding the true problem and gently pushing yourself to nudge against him.

“... but right now I feel too tired to actually talk” you mumbled, ending the phrase with a yawn and getting Henry to gently lay himself on top of you, cuddling you closer to his beating heart, meanwhile he pushed your computer onto the nightstand, to avoid it crashing it down to its misery.

“I love you, sweetie” he muttered as he engulfed you, throwing the sheets around you, pretty sure that you were already snoring.

“... love you, too, Henry Pearl”.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 81 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Sutan and Violet skipped out on their party plans, Bianca’s friends deeply disapproved of her new relationship, Adore struggled to get over Pearl, and Alaska harbored a secret unrequited crush on her best friend Jinkx.

This Chapter: New Year’s Eve continues, full of love and betrayal.

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“Well? What do you think?” Bianca asked, when Courtney stepped away to greet Alaska. Her voice was low, and she was trying extremely hard to appear casual, but Jinkx could see the anxiousness in her eyes.

Jinkx grinned. It wasn’t very often that she had any kind of leg up on Bianca Del Rio, and she was prepared to milk it.

“Hmmm…”

“Come on!”

“I think she’s incredible. Gorgeous, charming, and she clearly has good taste-” Jinkx batted her lashes, framing her face with her hand, in an obvious reference to Courtney gushing all over her about what a big fan she was. Then, she gave Bianca a once-over. “Well, good taste about some things.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Bianca grumbled, bumping Jinkx with her hip, suddenly looking more like herself than she had all night.

Jinkx laughed, feeling quite pleased with herself. The truth was, Courtney was everything she’d been expecting, based on what Alaska had told her: vibrant, fun, bursting with warmth and positive energy. The only surprising thing so far was Bianca. She’d known her for almost twenty years, and hadn’t ever seen her so sparkly-eyed and doting. This relationship was clearly making her happy, giving her a new kind of brightness, and that was lovely to see.

“No, but seriously,” Jinkx continued, linking her arm through Bianca’s. “I think you guys make a great couple. Sugar Mama is a good look for you.”

“I...” Bianca opened her mouth, at first looking like she was about to protest that characterization, but then seemed to think better of it, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Yeah, well…”

Jinkx laughed, watching as Courtney gave Alaska a hug and skipped back to them, arms immediately winding around Bianca’s waist, eyes shining with love as she gazed up at her. Bianca whispered something into her ear, too soft for Jinkx to hear, before kissing her gently.

It was all disgustingly cute, Jinkx noted, nose wrinkling just slightly.

***

Raja held Raven’s hand as they slowly moved through the Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec exhibition at MoMA, the evening's guests all holding little glasses of champagne, the low tone of constant chatter all around them.

The dinner had been lovely, Raven taking obvious delight in the decadence of it all, but Raja had to admit that she missed her brother, Sutan’s absence on New Years like a little hole in her heart.

She knew he was sick, knew that it made sense that he was spending the evening at home with Violet, but Raja couldn’t help but feel forgotten.

Sutan had confided in her that he told Violet he loved her, and Raja wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t, because Sutan and Violet had only been together for about 6 months, and she had been his best friend since before they were born, their history spanning literal decades compared to Violet’s months.

In all honesty, Raja had been wavering about whether or not she wanted Violet to come along for Aspen, Kahmora a complete disaster when she had joined them. After the ‘love’ reveal though, she was happy for the opportunity to spend a few days with her brother’s girlfriend, and figure out her exact motivation for being with him, to scratch deeper and see what was hiding underneath that polite surface.

“Ooh” Fame turned around, a smile on her lip. She was wearing all white and looked positively radiant, her hand on Patrick’s elbow. “What about this one?” She pointed at one of the pieces, a group of women all standing together. “Don’t you think that would look fetching in the master bathroom?”

“Well,” Patrick looked at the painting, his other hand in his suit pocket. “Where else would you put a late 19th-century avant-garde?”

“Oh please,” Fame slapped Patrick’s arm, and Raja had to quickly take a sip of her drink, hiding her smile. “It’d be a print. You can’t hang actual art anywhere near a shower. Don’t play smart.”

“Of course, love.”

Raja had to admit that she loved how much Patrick adored needling Fame, giving her small pushes towards the edge a game they often played together, since Fame was so easy to toy with. If it had been anyone else, Raja would have stepped in to stop them, but with Patrick, she knew that he’d always be there to help put everything back together.

“I like that one-” Raven pointed to a large painting of a woman in a low cut blue dress, brown curls spilling down, two other women at her side.

“You would,” Raja pressed her lips against Raven’s temple, lowering her voice to a growl, the woman in the painting basically showing off her breasts, “wouldn’t you, you dirty girl.”

“Raj!” Raven gasped, slapping her chest before giggling.

***

Dahlia smoothed down her scarlet-colored velvet gown, surveying the club with a smile. She would never have admitted it, but when Pearl invited her to this party just yesterday, she’d immediately gone out and splurged on a new dress--and she was glad she had, because she looked like a million bucks. The top was draped, held up alluringly by delicate straps that threatened to slip down her shoulders at any moment, the waist fit her like a glove, and the slit showed off her long legs to perfection. She tossed her glossy dark hair over her shoulder, loving the many pairs of eyes that were so obviously drawn towards her.

“Can I get you a drink?” Pearl asked, voice low and sexy in her ear.

They’d started their own party earlier, pre-gaming and fooling around in Pearl’s apartment as they got ready. Dahlia had been in the middle of straightening her hair when Pearl’s fingers slid up her thighs, which nearly caused her to burn her ear. At this point, they were each about five (or so, they hadn’t really counted) drinks in and fully ready to have the night of their lives.

“Sure.”

“What do you want?” Peal asked, lips grazing her neck.

“Surprise me,” Dahlia said, biting back a whimper. She turned to Pearl, cupping her cheek and saying, “I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

She continued to feel her fantasy as she walked across the dance floor to the restrooms, humming slightly to herself as she stepped up to a sink, hips swaying as she washed her hands. She was just about to reach for a paper towel when she glimpsed a figure in the mirror behind her, coming out of a stall.

Adore.

Dahlia felt her heart sink. What on earth was Adore doing here, looking at her with that hurt puppy expression, completely destroying the delightful buzz that she’d had going on?

Apparently wondering the same thing, Adore burst out, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m...it’s a party.”

Adore swallowed, and for a second Dahlia felt the guilt tighten in her chest. They hadn’t seen each other since that awful gig, when Dahlia had ditched the band and left with Pearl. She’d spoken to the others a few times, intentionally failing to mention that Pearl was more than a one-time thing.

She and Adore had been friends since high school, but for the first time in almost ten years, looking into her face was like looking at a stranger. Dahlia didn’t like to think about how much she’d hurt her, their friendship now probably beyond repair. For a few days after their fight, Dahlia had held out some hope, but when more than a week went by, and then two, and then three and no communication from Adore, she realized that it was truly over between them, despite Aja’s insistence that there was still hope, that she’d be fine after she nursed her wounds for awhile.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Dahlia said, feeling defensive as she added, “Believe me.”

“Yeah, but how did you-”

At that moment, the door to the bathroom banged open, and in waltzed Pearl, still turnt up to 100, holding two drinks in her hands.

“Heyyyyy, D, are you ready to fuck this party up?!”

Adore turned toward her slowly, a look of horror on her face as the situation dawned on her.

Pearl looked hot as sin, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, a black long sleeved crop top clinging to her fit arms and shoving off a tone stomach, a skirt tight around her hips and ending just above her knees, a gold chain digging into the skin on her waist, her heeled boots making her ass look amazing. But Adore didn’t appear to be admiring her beauty or chic fashion sense. Instead, the look on her face was one of pure disgust.

“Are you…” Adore turned back to Dahlia, asking, “Are you here together?”

“Hell yeah!” Pearl exclaimed, before Dahlia could respond. She shot Pearl a look, trying to tell her to shut up with her eyes, but it didn’t do any good. “It’s good to see you, Delano. You look hot as fuck tonight. Want a drink?”

Adore blinked, clearly trying to figure out how Pearl could be such an absolute fucking idiot. (Dahlia was wondering the same thing.)

“...No. No, I don’t want a drink. I want you to leave. Both of you!”

“Why should we leave?” Pearl asked, sipping one of the cocktails. “We don’t have the problem here, and you don’t have to have one either.”

“Because! I’ve known Jinkx since I was a kid and my sister’s here and you’re just here to...why are you here? This isn’t even your scene!”

“I thought it would be a nice change of pace,” Pearl said. “You seriously need to relax, I thought we said we were gonna be friends.”

“Friends? Are you fucking serious, Pearl?”

“Yeah? Why not? It’s not like we ever really worked as a couple.” Pearl held out the other cocktail glass, which Dahlia assumed was meant to be for her, shaking it slightly, the ice clinking against the sides of the glass. “Jack and ginger…Isn’t that your drink? Consider it a peace off-”

“Pearl! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you have brain damage?!” Adore cried, slapping her hand away, liquor sloshing over the side of the glass. “You cannot seriously be fucking one of my oldest friends and think everything is gonna be cool! Or that you can buy me off with one cocktail from a fucking open bar!”

“This is so boring.” Pearl groaned slightly, rolling her eyes. “You’re totally ruining my buzz.”

“Good!” Adore yelled, voice hoarse, the tears filling her eyes telling Dahlia that they had about 30 seconds before a full emotional meltdown. She put her hand on Pearl’s arm, trying to signal for her to shut the fuck up so they could get the fuck out.

“Adore, there’s no need to make a scene. Why don’t you grow up and come do shots with us-”

“Do shots with you?!”

“Yes! We can all have some fun, and - what?” Pearl finally noticed Dahlia’s nails digging into her wrist, turning to her with an annoyed expression, which Dahlia ignored.

“I’m sorry,” Dahlia said instead, directly to Adore, as sincerely as possible.

Adore took a deep breath, eyes dull and glassy as she said, “Whatever. I just...please, just-”

“We’ll leave,” Dahlia assured her. After everything that went down, it seemed like the least she could do.

“But-” Pearl began, still not getting it.

“Pearl! Enough! Come.” She grabbed Pearl’s arm and pulled her towards the door, turning at the last second to give Adore one last, “Sorry.”

Adore nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. Her sorry clearly wasn’t enough. It probably never would be. She held her gaze for one more split second before she couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed the door open, shoving Pearl through.

***

“Hurry up lovely eyes!”

“I am, calm down-”

Sutan grinned as Violet grabbed yet another stack of papers from the living room table, moving them out of the way as quickly as she could, the table not at all ready for dinner, since neither of them had expected to be home. They were waiting for their food, the local Chinese restaurant nearly groaning on the phone when Sutan had placed his order, so he had promised to tip generously, though he always did anyway.

Sutan watched Violet, a small smile on his lips as the ends of his girlfriend's hair was still damp, the blue wrap dress and the thick socks so unlike the gown Sutan knew she would have otherwise worn, not that he himself wasn’t in a pair of loose sweats and a sweater.

Sutan didn’t normally pay much attention to what Violet was doing on the living room table, since they both preferred to either eat in the kitchen or at the TV, but it seemed like he should start checking in more, everything he stumbled upon utterly fascinating.

So far, he had seen completed patterns for skirt embroidery, all marked in Violet’s neat handwriting and completely idiot proof, his girlfriend clearly still not trusting the tailoring department to do their job while they were away in Aspen.

He had spotted what he assumed was the beginning of Raja’s MET clothes, seeing his twin's face stare back at him highly amusing. Violet had already done several small collections, fabrics and sketches all stapled together in little collages that gave a quick overview of her thoughts.

“Where do you want me to-” Sutan took a stack of paper from the table, wanting to help Violet, but all he managed was to make his girlfriend whip around, her eyes wide.

“Careful!”

“I am!” Sutan laughed, hooking his thumbs on top of the layers of fabric so it wouldn’t go anywhere as he walked over to the chest of drawers, putting it down to the side. “I didn’t realize you were so messy, Violet.”

“Please,” Violet snorted, leaning on her crutches with a raised eyebrow. “Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Kitchen Table.”

“Ha!” Sutan grinned, the taunt hitting exactly right, though he hadn’t actually thought about the kitchen table in forever, the surface somehow always clean when he needed it.

***

In the elevator, Dahlia fumed silently as she slipped on her coat. She’d been expecting an epic and glamorous night, not the shitshow that had just occured. Even more annoyingly, Pearl seemed unfazed by the whole thing.

“So, where to?” Pearl asked, her voice obnoxiously chipper.

“I don’t know,” Dahlia replied sullenly.

Completely oblivious to her tone, Pearl soldiered on. “There’s this great dive bar a few blocks from here, it’s-”

“A dive bar?” Dahlia cut in bitterly. “Dressed like this?”

Dahlia had not dropped nearly $300 on a new dress and spent two hours getting ready to end up in a dive bar. She crossed her arms.

“Well...I... Okay, if you want another fancy party, I can find one.” Pearl pulled up Twitter on her phone, scrolling through her feed. “I know my boss is at that MoMA thing, but I bet we can find something better-”

Suddenly though, even the thought of another extravagant party left a terrible taste in Dahlia’s mouth.

“Maybe I should just go home,” Dahlia sighed.

“What? Why?” Pearl’s head was tilted, confused, and looking at her big blue eyes, Dahlia couldn’t hold in her exasperation for a second longer.

“Because! I’m not really in the mood to sip champagne after all that! I know you’re like, hashtag unbothered by the whole thing, but it kind of sucks that I lost one of my oldest friends!” she burst out, just as the elevator reached the lobby.

Pearl touched her gently on the hand, saying sincerely, “It’s her loss, D.”

Dahlia sighed. She appreciated that Pearl was making an effort to be all ride-or-die, but it just felt too much like dismissing her feelings. She had lost something, something important, and she felt like shit.

“I just...wonder if it was worth it…” Dahlia admitted, and Pearl’s brow creased, finally bothered for the first time.

“I didn’t force you to come out with me,” she said quietly.

“I know,” said Dahlia.

“Or to fuck me.”

“I know.”

They stared at each other, a few moments of awkward silence passing before Dahlia finally looked down. It wasn’t fair of her to put all of this on Pearl, she knew that. But she couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.

“If you really want to go home, I can get you a cab,” Pearl finally said.

Dahlia swallowed, a deep sigh leaving her. “Okay…”

So much for her epic, glamorous New Year’s Eve.

***

Still shaking a little from that awful confrontation in the bathroom, Adore walked towards the bar to order a drink. She’d been doing her best not to think about Dahlia or the whole mess with Pearl over the holidays, but Aja had asked her a few days earlier if they were gonna work things out, for the sake of the band.

Adore was thinking about it--after all, she loved her band. She loved writing music and she loved performing, and Dahlia had been part of it from the beginning. So she was trying to work up the energy to talk to her again. Or, she had been until tonight.

The fact that she was still dating Pearl was the last thing Adore expected. From Dahlia, that is. From Pearl, at this point nothing would surprise her.

Ugh.

She glanced around the room, wondering where the fuck Courtney was. Of course, she finally spotted her with Jinkx and Bianca, perched on a sofa, hanging on her sister’s arm...and likely her every word, if the look on her face was any indication.

Adore rolled her eyes, in no mood for Courtney’s slavish puppy love at the moment.

“What can I get you?” asked the bartender.

“Double Jameson,” Adore replied immediately, then after half a second added, “Actually, make it a triple.”

“You got it.”

Adore put her head on the bar and groaned slightly. Beside her, someone chuckled drily.

“Sounds like your night is going about as well as mine.” The tall blonde grinned at her sheepishly, recognition dawning in her eyes. “Wait, aren’t you Courtney’s friend?”

Adore puffed out her cheeks. She’d been known as ‘Bianca’s sister’ for most of her life, and she was resigned to it at this point. But now, she was gonna be ‘Courtney’s friend’? When would she just be herself? “Yeah. I’m Adore.”

Thankfully, the bartender set Adore’s drink down just then, allowing her to take a giant sip.

“Alaska,” supplied the blonde. “I work with Court at Galactica. I love her so much, she’s just the sweetest thing ever. She talks about you all the time.”

Frustration reaching a boiling point, Adore burst out with, “Yeah, Courtney’s the fucking greatest. My best friend. Although you wouldn’t know it tonight, since all she cares about is my fucking sister and the moon that apparently shines out of her ass.”

Alaska looked taken aback for a moment, and Adore squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just...yeah, I’m just having a real shitty night, and I...please forget I said all that.” She couldn’t help finishing with, “Even though it’s true.”

Alaska laughed, a long infectious laugh that made Adore smile in spite of her wretched mood. “Consider it forgotten…But are you okay? Feeling a little left out?”

“I mean, I guess. I don’t know. I just saw my ex, who is now dating my former friend.”

“Ouch.”

“Why don’t we talk about you instead? What’s your story?” Adore asked her.

Wincing, Alaska sipped her drink. “Let’s not. I’m…sort of going through it tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Is it worse than your friend of ten years fucking your ex right after you broke up, and then the two of them showing up pretending like everything is normal and your ex asking you to fucking do shots with them?”

“Uh…no…not worse than that. Jesus.” Alaska shook her head and gestured to Adore’s drink. “You sure a triple’s strong enough?”

Adore laughed and shook her head. “It’s not. But I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I hear that.” Alaska reached out and put a hand on Adore’s. “They both sound like assholes, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Adore said gratefully, looking into Alaska’s kind brown eyes and feeling seen for the first time all night. She cleared her throat. “...Okay, I just told you my shit. Wanna tell me yours?”

“Well…” Alaska chewed nervously on the straw in her own cocktail. “I have this friend…”

“Yeah…?” Adore prompted.

“I’m in love with her, and she doesn’t feel the same way, so I come to these things to torture myself.”

“Fuck.” Adore nodded, completely understanding this girl’s pain. She tossed back the last of her drink, then slammed the glass back down onto the bar, thinking that they may as well have some fun. “Fuck it. Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!” Alaska said, a beautiful smile blooming on her face.

*

It wasn’t until they were on the dance floor, Adore’s hands circling Alaska’s waist, that she began to feel how tipsy she was. She hadn’t intended to drink, and certainly not to this point, but here she was. Thankfully, Adore didn’t seem to mind supporting her weight.

She leaned in close, mouth right up against Alaska’s ear, and said, “Your friend is a dumbass.”

Alaska giggled. “Thanks, I think?”

“I’m serious! You’re totally hot.”

“Shut up.”

“Fuck you, I will not!” Adore held her tighter. “Is she here?”

Alaska glanced to the side of the room, where Jinkx was laughing with someone. She nodded.

“Wanna make her jealous?”

“How are we gonna–” Alaska was cut off by Adore’s soft, warm mouth against hers, plush lips pressed to hers, hands pulling her closer. After her initial surprise, she relaxed into the kiss, winding her fingers in Adore’s long, messy red hair and opening her mouth, letting her tongue inside. It had been so long, and she maybe responded a little too ardently. Maybe let it go on a little too long. Maybe pressed against her too hard…but damn, she felt good.

Adore pulled her head back, grinning wickedly, and whispered, “Is she looking?”

“Is…what…oh, shit.” Alaska suddenly remembered what she was doing and glanced to the side without moving her head. “Yeah, she’s looking,” she answered softly.

Adore kissed her again, sliding her hands down to her ass. Alaska’s heart raced and she whimpered slightly. Adore released her again and winked. “Happy New Year,” she said, sauntering away.

Alaska brought a hand to her mouth, watching her walk away with a slightly dazed expression. She caught Jinkx’s eye for a split second and then looked away, blushing.

***

[studiousmusings]

What if Dream Won?

AU Fan Fic of the Dream SMP final showdown between Tommy & Tubbo vs Dream 

Warnings: Angst / Major Character Death / All the heart break

Words:  2619

A/N - I just binge watched all of tommyinnit’s vods and am in love with the lore and story line of the Dream SMP (just starting to get into Ranboo’s Arc). I had this stuck in my head and just needed to get it out there. Hope you enjoy! 

__________________________________________Tommy's heart was pounding in his chest. Lungs burning for air as he hid behind the pile of dirt, a half eaten golden apple in hand. 

 "Tommy." 

 Dream's voice echoed over the mountain top, ringing in Tommy’s ears and sending a shiver down his spine. Every moment he could ever remember the green clad man saying his name overlapped in his mind. Never had his tone been as ice cold as it was now. 

 “T-tommy…” Tubbo. enemy   traitor YOU EXILED ME  NO! His friend, his best friend. His first friend ever since he arrived on the SMP. This was just Dream getting into his head again. Tommy shook clear the haze and memories and froze as a cry came from the other side of the mountain's summit. Tubbo was sprawled across the grass, trapped under Dream's boot, sword tip resting against his friend's throat. 

The disc burned in his pocket, the weight of it was like a thousand pounds. Everything he and Tubbo worked for. Every war, every skirmish, every death. Wilbur...  L'Manburg. BURNT TO THE GROUND . The smell of sulfur and smoke filled his nostrils, the blasts of TNT and the Wither's cries ringing in his ears. 

 Dream sighed, "Come out Tommy" his sword moved, stabbing into Tubbo's shoulder as the teen pleads. 

 "Please, NO! DREAM! STOP. You're killing me! TOMMY!!" 

 "STOP!" Tommy stood, dropping the apple as he gripped Techo's axe his axe. The worn leather cutting into the skin of his palm "just stop." 

 "Tommy. Tommy. Tommy" He could hear the crazed smile behind the blank white mask. the soulless eyes and smile mocking him. "You're nothing! I haven't even gotten started yet! Look at you, your armor is falling apart and I haven't even brought out my potions. I had our poor Mr. President crying within three hits!” 

 “I have one of the discs Dream” Tommy can hear his own voice wavering. 

 Tubbo yelped as Dream withdrew the sword, bright red blood coating the glowing metal and slowly dripping onto the grass. “Give me the disc Tommy. Or I’ll kill Tubbo. I’ll even count you down”

 “Ten” 

 “Don’t give it to him Tommy!” Tubbo tried to surge forward, hand gripping the wound as blood continued to spill past his fingers but Dream just kicked him down again. 

 “Nine” 

 “I… Tubbo….” 

 “Eight” 

 What does he do? What does he do? What does he DO! 

 “Seven… Six”

 Thousands of thoughts rushed through Tommy’s mind. Heat building behind his eyes, as his free hand wrapped around the circular bit of metal. The memories behind it, the history… Then he looks into Tubbo’s watery gaze. The strength behind them, telling him it’s ok. BUT IT’LL NEVER BE OK! 

 “Five.” 

 Tubbo flinched as the sword cut into his cheek, leaving a small trickle of blood to run down his chin. “Four.” 

 Tommy’s heart stuttered, moving before he could even think the disc soared through the air and clattered at Dream’s feet. He could feel the man’s surprise as he stepped away from Tubbo, letting the teen scramble to Tommy’s side. Bending down he picked up the disc, a manic laugh bubbles past his lips. “I- I didn’t think it’d be that easy. No, I should have known. You’re such an idiot Tommy.” the thin metal shattered in his grasp. 

 Tubbo gasped “wha- no!” and Tommy felt like the world had disappeared beneath his feet. 

 “They were FAKE TOMMY!” Dream threw down the other disc, Mellohi and stomped on it, the thin metal shards cutting into the earth. “Did you really think I would bring the real discs with me!? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think this is a game! It’s not!” he laughed, high and crazed. “Here’s what we’re going to do.” He cocked his chin, the green glow of his eyes just barely peeking out from behind the mask. 

 “Drop your armor and items Tommy.” 

 The familiar phrase made Tommy freeze. His heart hadn’t stopped pounding, the pain lancing through him. The rush of emotions almost sending him to his knees, this was it. 

 “You too Tubbo” He raised his sword, nearly slicing the teen’s other arm. 

 “OK! Ok…” Tubbo moved quickly, tearing at the leather straps with shaking hands and dropping his apples and potions. “Tommy...” he looked between them nervously. 

 “Now Tommy.” 

 He moved like a man on strings, a movement that was well oiled and familiar. How many times had Dream made him do this while in exile? He had lost count truly. He dropped everything, even the seeds he had no idea why he had grabbed in the panic of battle. Ghostbur’s crossbow and pickaxe… all the pearls and potions. Dream picked up the Axe of Peace before tossing the dynamite down, letting all the items go up in flames. Hours upon hours of work, mining… farming… all of it gone. Left in only his clothes, still slightly singed from Doomsday as the sun began to set, the freezing wind burning his skin as it whipped around them. 

 “You’re a bastard Dream.” 

 “I know. And now, we’re going to take a trip. I’ll even show you the real discs.” 

 Held at sword point, Tommy gripped Tubbo’s wrist as Dream marched them towards the edge of the summit, the waterfall they had used to climb the sheer cliffs was now their trip down, death hung above the two teen’s heads.  

 “Go” Dream shoved Tommy’s back, nearly making him tumble over. 

 “Ok! Ok!” he helped Tubbo into the water, with his shoulder useless he would need help to safely get down. At least the spring water would somewhat clean out the wound. 

 Dream stops them at the mountain’s base, a stretch of rock too flat and uniform to be anything but suspicious. “I’ve been one step ahead of you two the entire time. Tubbo thought I was his friend Tommy. You thought I was your friend.” He laughed and knocked Tommy up against the wall, pushing Tubbo aside.  “What an idiot, right Tommy?” he whispered, sword waving dangerously in Tubbo’s direction. 

 “You’re evil Dream… do you know that? I gotta wonder how you sleep at night.” Tommy couldn’t help the words flowing from his mouth even as the back of his head stung from knocking against the stone. The white mask darkened for a moment, the taller man stilling, his frame rising to block out the moon and cast an angry shadow. 

 “I sleep just fine. L’Manburg’s gone, I have the discs, I have you two at my mercy.”  The glee returned, and Tommy’s heart nearly stopped when the pickaxe came swinging at his head, the metal breezing past his cheek, as it smashed into the stone behind him. A warm trickle of blood drips down his cheek a matching pair to Tubbo's. 

 “Go in Tommy,” Dream bent over to whisper into his ear. 

 “What the fu-” the cavern had torches haphazardly scattered along the walls, the dim light just barely illuminating a section of the floor made of obsidian. 

 “Get on the platform.” 

 Tubbo’s fingers intertwined with Tommy’s, helping pull him to the black stone. His eyes were pleading as he whispers, “just do as he says Tommy, we might still get out of this.”  

 The sounds of pistons filled the room as Dream hits a button, and with an almighty lurch the platform began to lower.  There’s a moment of tense silence in the dark, only the glow of Dream’s armor reflecting off of his manic mask to see from. “Listen Tommy,” from all the thick stone it sounds like Dream’s voice is coming from every direction. “Ever since you arrived here, you’ve been a headache! You’ve brought war… terrorism. And above all else, you’ve brought the reason for all the violence, you brought attachment. Your attachment to the discs, to friends, to pets, lands, countries, items.” he laughed short and loud as the platform finally lowered into a huge underground cavern. 

 The walls made of thick, black obsidian towered high over them as they slowly lowered to the floor of bedrock. On the other side of the room, illuminated by glow-stone lamps the discs sat on pedestals on either side of a Nether portal. 

 “What the fuc-” 

 “You brought attachment Tommy.” Dream continued, even as the platform stops at the bottom and an eerie gong rings throughout the room. “It took me a long time to realize just how important attachment could be. But when I did, it made me stronger. And I realized you- you’re important. Come see, come see you’re discs. They’re right there… you could take them.. Run through the portal… but then I’ll just kill Tubbo. See, they don’t matter anymore.” he looks at Tubbo, “because I know what your real attachment is. 

I’ve cut my attachment, I became free. I lost my friends, blew up my house… my crossbow… everything that was important to me. I cut everything because that’s what gave people power over each other, attachments. I had to lose everything, to gain control.”  The manic tint to his words made Tommy shiver, Dream was becoming more and more twisted with each word. Or maybe he was always like that and Tommy just never noticed. 

 “You’re a sick bastard!” 

 “If I can control the things people are attached to... then I can control the world again." He laughs gleefully, scowling "This isn’t Tommy SMP or Tubbo SMP. it’s DREAM’S SMP! I can control it all if I have everything anyone’s ever cared about. I’ve already started my collection.” a wide sweep of his arm drew Tommy’s attention to the other pedestals around the edges of the room, and signs labeling them. Dream put Techo’s Axe on one with a glass case. Another podium had a bucket with a little clown fish in it, the label said Beckerson.

 “LOOK! LOOK TOMMYINNIT!” Dream spun on his toes, green glow all but erupting from behind the mask. “I have a spot for everything, and room for more! I will take it all and no one will be able to go against me again.” 

 “You’re a terrible man!” Tubbo spat, “wha- what have you done…” 

 Tommy could feel himself shaking, looking over the few items Dream had already collected. Ghostbur’s friend… Henry for god sake. He thought Henry was DEAD!  “You are sick Dream! A fucking psycho!” 

 Tommy pulled Tubbo behind him as Dream marched into his space, towering over the teens all while still glowing that ghostly green. “Everything I’ve done is for a reason!” he snarled. “To take back control of the world!” he lent back, a smile growing in his tone again, “and it’s all thanks to you Tommy.” 

 “Just kill us already!” Tommy screamed, behind him Tubbo was shaking. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the panic or because he was feeling the same anger that burned in Tommy’s stomach. 

 “You’re the KEY Tommy!” Dream scoffed, “You bring the attachment, so no… I can’t kill you. I can’t let you free either. Your exile was perfect! People could visit you, not that I didn’t do my best to stop them. But you were out of the way… just how I wanted, and then you left. You disappeared and wrecked EVERYTHING.”  

 Dream spun, sword back in hand it’s cold metal caressing Tommy’s chin, making him look up into the mask’s painted eyes. “So I made a prison.” He tilted his head, letting the mask focus on Tubbo. “I’M GOING TO LOCK TOMMY AWAY FOREVER TUBBO. I need him, but I don’t need you. You’re just a pawn, a follower who has lost his usefulness” 

 Tommy shoved the man back, not that it moved him much. Pure fear ran through his system, at the anger that was directed at Tubbo, at the blatant threat. “Tubbo isn’t a follower! You’re a monster Dream, evil… just pure evil!” 

 “Evil…” Dream laughed, dark and gritty that echoed around the vault. “Evil is in the eye of the beholder. So if I’m the evil in your story, that means you’re the hero Tommy. And every hero needs and origin story.”

 “NO!” the fear that soaked Tommy to the bone gripped at his throat, his voice breaking and wheezing. Even as Tubbo grasped at his hand, clammy skin with a heartbeat fluttering fast under his touch. “Absolutely fucking not! NO! What do you mean.” Tommy desperately looked around the hall, they were trapped, Dream stood between them and the portal. The platform had long risen back to the surface. They had no tools, no supplies, no way to break through the impossibly strong obsidian. 

 “Tommy. I want to give you your chance to say good-bye. I’m not the monster you think I am.” Dream said lightly, like he was giving a present on Christmas day, “It’s Tubbo’s time to go, so say your good-byes, because after this… you’ll never see him again.” 

 “Keep the discs!” Tommy panicked. “I don’t care about them, let Tubbo and I go.” 

 “I don’t give a shit about the discs Tommy. I care about power, and Tubbo is the power over you that needs to go. Say you’re good-byes.”

 “FUCK YOU BITCH! NO! Wha-what the h-hell…” Tommy resisted the urge to pace, to move so he could think, try and come up with something that could get Tubbo out of here. But the small hand clutched in his kept him rooted in one spot. 

Dream tilted his head, like Tommy was some sort of interesting painting “You’ll miss out on your chance to say good-bye to your best friend? I’m not kidding, I am going to kill him!” The anger was back, the flip flopping of emotions coming from the older man was like two sides of a coin, one moment blistering anger, the other a child filled with excitement. 

 “Tommy…” 

 “NO!” 

 “Tommy!” Blood soaked fingers grasped onto his shirt and spun them so Tubbo stood in between Tommy and the green man.

 Tommy’s muttering continued in full force, “if we run, if we get to my old base, we could make it Tubbo, we could make it…” He gripped Tubbo's sleeves, anything to ground himself.

 “It’s alright. This is it…” Tears streaked down the slightly chubby cheeks of his best friend. 

 “Don’t just accept this Tubbo! We- we- you can’t….” 

 “Tommy, it’s over” the smaller teen pulls Tommy into a hug, arms wrapping around him like a lifeline. “All good things must come to an end. We had a good run” he mutters into the fabric of his shirt, tears soaking through, “I didn’t think this would be the end for me, but we had some fun times.” 

 “...What am I without you?”

  “Yourself. Your amazing, funny, and brave self. I believe you’ll get out of this on your own, it won’t be the end for you Tommy.” Tubbo pulled back, eyes roaming over Tommy like he was trying to memorize everything about him. 

 “Tubbo...even though, ever since I met you, I've always regarded you as my sidekick.” Tommy ignored the hot tears stinging the scratches across his cheek. “But really Tubbo I was your sidekick.” 

 Tubbo takes a step back smiling, arms dropping to his sides. “You’ll always be my best friend Tommyinnit” 

 The sword erupts from Tubbo’s chest with a wet sound of singing metal. Blood bubbling up past pale lips. Face still stupidly stuck in that small smile, eyes never leaving Tommy’s even as he watches the light fade from them.  

 “NO!” Tommy feels his world fall apart. Catching Tubbo as he falls, like a puppet with its string’s cut. Dream stands over him, blood dripping onto the stone as he wipes the blade clean. Clinical and oppressive.  

 “Time to go Tommy.” 

  Hands still stained, and blood soaked shirt and jeans sticking to his skin, barely dry unlike the cold body of his friend.  Tommy feels the rage fester and build as he looks up at the maniac, the murderer. Even as the lava slowly falls over the cell’s doors, blocking his view and locking him in the obsidian room with only empty books for company. Tommy makes a promise, a declaration. Whatever it takes, Dream is going to pay.

[otome-addicts-notsoanonymous]

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Diabolicus

Ch 3. Why not?

Author: @tarralin

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Below is my entry for the Fan Writer Contest. This is actually the third installment of Diabolicus, a currently on going fic featuring IkeSen’s Kennyo and an OC that is the twin sister of IkeSen’s Mitsunari.

Thank you for your time! Enjoy!

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At least, that was what Kennyo tried to tell himself each night he stood at the forest’s edge until the last candle had been snuffed out. He hadn’t entered her dreams in three nights. It was for the best. His place was in Hell where he needed to return and await his next summoning… and still he found himself watching over her daily actions.

Still he found himself peering through her dreamsphere each night, giving into curiosity.

This night, she sauntered along a stone balcony he knew only existed on castles of old lands and nowhere near these colonies of a young world. The golden gown that clothed her was the fashion of an ended age with the square neckline of a constraining bodice and full skirt swaying across the polished marble floor. A looping filigree traced the long, draping sleeves until the crimson trimming ended its pathway. Her silver locks were kept in their place by pearl encrusted combs pinned to the base of her head and then the luminous curls were allowed to dance freely in the moonlight.

Just as before, her gaze snapped to his without warning as a smile bloomed. “Now Puzzle Maker, I remember giving you permission to enter without invitation.”

“That you did,” Kennyo grinned as he joined her at the balcony. “As unnecessary as it was.”

Her smile faltered slightly at that. “Don’t most immortals need permission to enter a realm or residence?”

“They do but, in the case of the Dreamscape–” Kennyo raised his left hand for her inspection, “–only a hair is needed to unlock the portal.”

A bark of laughter slipped from her throat once her eyes found the single silver strand wrapped around his fingers. “So, you’ve obviously had a plan from the beginning. You sought me out for possible connections to the angel once my brother… and yet I still feel your presence like a second shadow. Why do you stay?”

Why indeed? Kennyo wasn’t sure, even now, only knew that he felt a tug back to the mortal realm each time he stood at the precipice of Hell’s entrance. A pull that only ended in her presence like a fisherman’s tether that had caught its prize. Not that he could tell her that, settling instead for indifference. “Why not?”

Her lavender eyes narrowed at the blasé response as if she could see through to the truth but kept her thoughts to herself. A sudden swell of music echoed through the stone walls of the palace to his ears, bringing back her usual radiant smile as she pushed from the balcony. A quick flourish of her hand had a pair of doors forming in the wall before her where previously only solid stone stood. Another flick of the wrist commanded them to swing, opening to a massive ballroom that hosted a moderate crowd of lavishly dressed dancers.

“What is this?” Kennyo questioned skeptically.

With a grin, she spun full circle as if to encompass the entire room until she met his gaze again. “My own means.”

He grinned at the repeated phrase from All Hallows Eve as he circled her in the same form of the dance portrayed by the dreamfolk before offering his hand to her in invitation. “So you often dream of parties that occurred before your time?”

She accepted his hand happily. “My time? Ha! You don’t know much of my kind, do you?”

“Of Nephilim? Apologies, but no, I don’t. The last Angel-Born I know of was the giant Goliath.”

“Goliath? Truly? I didn’t realize we were so…”

“Rare?” He provided when her words trailed off.

“Yes… No wonder Heaven is so insistent on my conversion!” She shook her head, clearing her eyes of the evident disbelief before continuing with her original thread of thought. “My twin and I were born in the spring of fourteen seventy-two but it wasn’t until our fortieth winter approached that we realized we hadn’t aged like those around us.”

Extended longevity, one more bit to file away on the knowledge of Nephilim. “So these fashions and parties were of your time.”

“Yes,” her steps slowed a moment while she glanced around the ballroom, as if seeing memories of old play across her vision. “My brother’s scholarly pursuits lead us to London and in the presence of Henry VIII for a brief time. I was allowed to attend a party similar to this once.”

“Enjoyed it so much you now repeat it in sleep?”

The music ended and they parted per etiquette. “You catch on quick, Puzzle Maker.”

“I’d like to think so,” he raised his hand to her again as a new, lively tune arose.

Just as before, Kennyo picked up the rhythm of the new dance easily and was soon leading her through the steps as designed. She seemed to truly float in his arms with the absence of physical touch, the rustling of her dress along the floor as the only indicator she was there at all.

“Tell me, Lady Nephilim,” he started as he spun her in time with the music, pulling her back flush against his chest. “Why do you call me ‘Puzzle Maker’?”

“You’ve not offered another title for me to address you by, nor have you told me what you are. Our names carry power, even on the Dreamscape, which is why I haven’t asked you of yours or corrected that which you call me. I’m actually quite fond of your gifted moniker.” She glanced over her shoulder to ensure he saw her teasing grin. “Are you not a puzzle maker then? Have to say, you had me fooled by all those games you sent me.”

“ ‘Games’?!” He scoffed at her flippant attitude, pivoting himself to face her again. “Did those so called ‘games’ offer any challenge to you? Frighten you?”

Her smile turned thoughtful for a moment. “The maze.”

“The maze? How so?”

“Come, I’ll show you.” She turned on her heel and pulled him by the hand through the crowd. A curtain hung along the ballroom wall that she threw aside to reveal another set of double doors that flew open without so much as a tap of her fingers, leading immediately outside where an expansive garden laid before them. A hedge work maze stretched as far as the eye could see, the wall of green standing twice Kennyo’s height and eliminating all visual capabilities aside from staring straight up into the sky.

“Now, let me think…”

His gaze snapped back to her. The new, predatorial drawl to her words unsettled his resolve as the doors clamped shut behind them with a boom. A wolfish smirk blossomed upon her features when she released his hand and disappeared through a split in the trees. He sprinted through the same opening, instincts screaming that he not lose sight of her. Truly, dear Lady, a chase?

“Something’s missing…” her voice pranced across his ears as he turned the first corner. She was nowhere to be seen despite the closeness of her teasing statement. “Oh, now I remember!”

An ear shattering howl sounded from the entrance. If he possessed his physical senses, Kennyo was sure his lungs would have frozen. There was only one beast that could relinquish such a soul searing wail. He dove to the left wing and pounded down the gravel path, cursing himself for being so clever as to include Hell’s Hound in the crafted nightmares.

“And let’s not forget…”

A gale of wind whistled through the pathway with enough force to tumble him to his knees, leaves biting across his nose with the realization he could feel the sting. This was far beyond the common lucidity that even some mortals could master. Just what kind of sorcery did the Lady Nephilim practice to accomplish this feat?

The fiendish snarls of Hell’s cruelest creature grew close to his heels. If he could feel the leaves and wind, what damage could the hound’s fangs inflict?

The path brought him to another three way choice. He took the right wing this time, hoping to throw off the hound but still growls of the hunt followed his steps until another choice lay before him. Straight ahead it is…

Again? Right.

This is ridiculous! Left.

Kennyo happened upon another break in the tree line with the same choice trio. “What ‘game’ are you playing here?!” He shouted to the sky, knowing she’d hear him.

Her words were like warm honey over his conscious regardless of her current role as the tormentor. “The very same you played at my expense. This one’s not so fun, is it?” The chilled blast of wind carried the roar of the pursuing predator.

A sigh from the Nephilim. “Neither left, right, nor forward have proven successful, and you certainly can’t go whence you came. Come now, think on it!”

The gale’s howling was rivaled only by that of the hound encroaching upon him. He had to choose again and he had to choose now but no matter which path he chose, it would continuously loop back to this same trident. How did she solve it when she was closed in on all sides–

No. Not all sides.

At the same moment the snarling beast leaped to capture him, Kennyo lunged onto a nearby branch of the hedge work and climbed. He focused solely on his footwork as he swung from one bough to the next, lest he fall to the jaws of his own handiwork. Once he scaled to the top, the ferocity of both wind and monster ceased and he could see a clear passage to the epicenter.

She lounged across a stone bench. She had changed from the golden gown of a queen to a shimmering cloth that matched her lavender eyes. The robe was similar to what the women of Heaven draped upon themselves when they came to dissuade contract seeking mortals and flattered her greatly instead of appearing as if it had been wrapped around without care. She could have stepped into a painted rendition of the ancient isles and taken their wardrobe for herself.

Kennyo shook his head to clear away the distraction, focusing on her gaze. “You climbed the wall.”

“I climbed the wall,” she agreed, grinning again. “Though it took me nearly all night to figure it out, so I applaud your speed. Ironic that it took you seven turns.”

“Six,” he corrected only to witness her shaking her head.

“The climb counts as a turn, but enough of that.” She stood and crossed the distance to properly meet his gaze. “Why do you stay?”

“Pardon?” Why that question, of all things?

“My hair gives free reign to enter this realm and whatever plans you initially had for Nari dissolved once you learned I would be of no use to you. Yet… you continued to watch over me. Even now, here in the maze, you could have left at anytime. Yet, you worked through it. So I ask again… Why. Do. You. Stay?”

Persistent little thing aren’t you? “I… wish I could tell you, dear Lady, but the truth is I don’t know the answer.”

There was a glimmer in her eyes at the honesty as she smiled up at him. “I have a thought on that myself, but I think it best if you realize on your own.”

Suddenly, he wished he had told her of the frustrations of the last weeks, the sensation of being drawn back to her side, everything.

In the centuries he walked as a demon, he possessed neither emotions nor indecisiveness. Only a hollowness that was continuously questioned by the mortals as he could never empathize with their tearful pleas or the need for the attentions of another. Even before selling his soul as a human, he’d been free of earthly entanglements and desires.

Now, he understood. Need. Desire. Longing. Did a term even exist to describe to the endless flurry of emotions swirling within him? As he willingly stood here at her mercy, he knew he would beg without qualms for an end to the storm just as much as he wished it to continue for eternity. How could he be affected so greatly? How was this possible?

There was only one impossible answer.

“You really do catch on quick,” she whispered as she lightly trailed a hand up his arm. “It appears you figured it out already.”

Kennyo framed her face in his palms, suddenly lamenting the lack of a physical presence. “Why?”

This time, the brilliance of her smile as she mimicked his motions of cupping his face nearly blinded him. “Why not?”

[magewardensurana]

Dear Creator Letter

First of all, thank you so much for writing or drawing something for me.  I’m really looking forward to seeing what you create! (And sorry this letter is slightly late in being posted.)

I like: fluff, families of choice, domestic scenes, and angst with a happy ending.  I tend to prefer canon to AUs, too.

For DNWs: rape, incest/pseudo incest, pretty much every soulmate trope, whatever the hell a/b/o dynamics are, animal death or cruelty, major character death and character bashing (unless stated otherwise), unrequested background pairings.

For age rating, nothing higher than Mature.  I don’t mind a bit of sexual content, but that shouldn’t be the focus.  I’m more of a ‘fade to black’ and suggestive dialogue kinda of woman.  So, no excessive sexual or violent content, please.

It’s up to you what you want to write or draw for me, but I’m including some suggestions below.

Fullmetal Alchemist

I’m only interested in manga/brotherhood canon.  I don’t mind using things like Rose’s 03 last name, and I don’t mind adopting parts of 03 canon as long as it doesn’t contradict manga canon.

Background EdWin, AlMei and Royai are fine.

Rose/Paninya

I’d really like to see their first meeting (maybe Paninya went to help repair Reole, or Winry invited them both to her wedding?).  If you manage to work in Winry deliberately trying to hook up her two single, lesbian friends I would love that.

Maria/Olivier

ANYTHING. As long as it’s Marier content I haven’t had to create myself I’ll be happy.

Resident Evil

I have no interest in the (non-CGI) movies at all.

Background Valenfield and Aeon are both fine.

Rebecca Chambers/Claire Redfield

First meeting (pre mansion incident)? Vendetta AU where everything is the same except Claire is there? Rebecca and Claire team up to defeat BOWs with the power of science and NGOs? I don’t mind mentions of Steve/Claire, but would prefer no mention of Rebecca/Billy other than as friends.

Jill Valentine/Ada Wong

Normally I’m an Aeon and Valenfield kind of woman but in this case I will make an exception. Did Ada arrive at the police station a few days earlier and meet up with Jill instead of Leon? Did Ada rescue Jill from Wesker before Resident Evil 5? Did Ada take one look at Jill and see she was a justice loving former cop associated with the colour blue who has hair that is either blonde or brown depending on the game and go ‘shit, she’s exactly my type’? I don’t mind! As long as there’s no Leon/Either Redfield Sibling it’s fine.

Rain Ocampo/Nadia

Don’t get me wrong, still don’t like the movies. However, I do like Rain and as far as I’m concerned Nadia’s girlfriend is Gameverse!Rain (who is also a BSAA agent). Anything you want to do with these two is fine, but if you include anything that mocks the movies I’ll be very happy.

Ace Attorney

I really, really like Ace Attorney case fics and there’s not enough of them.  I also find it quite hard to read AA stuff that doesn’t fit my own headcanons so:

Maya, Adrian, Fran, Pearl, Lana, and Aura are all lesbians.  Mia, Athena, Trucy and Ema are all bi.

(for the male characters, if you plan on mentioning them, Phoenix and Klavier are bi, Miles and Apollo are gay).

Fran/Maya is a NOTP of mine. I don’t mind references to Godot having feelings for Mia but they’re non-requited.  I really don’t like Nahyuta and don’t want him mentioned unless it’s negative.

Phoenix/Miles being mentioned as a couple is always welcome.  I’m not the biggest fan of Apollo, though.

Fire Emblem (Awakening)

Severa/Kjelle

If you’re referencing their dads I have Henry!Severa and Libra!Kjelle.

Any timeline (even the bad ones) in Awakening is fine, but nothing about Fates since I like to pretend that game never happend

Say’ri/Tiki

I’d love to know what their S support looks like, or what they do after the war.

Fire Emblem (Blazing Blade)

I’d love something set in the years between Blazing Blade and Sword of Seals, or what Lyn and Florina are up to during Sword of Seals.

Fire Emblem (Three Houses)

Shamir Nevrand/Leonie Pinelli

Post BE ending. Other than that I don’t mind.

Steven Universe

What I said about not wanting AUs goes double here.  I don’t mind human!AUs but there’s so many of them.  I just want some Gem stuff.

Also, I don’t want anything higher than a teen rating for this.

I’d prefer Lapidot to not focus on fusion.  But I’d love something about Opal for Pearlthymst.

[angelfireeast]

List of Ships & NOTP

The Flash: OTP: Westallen. Ships: Kamilla/Cisco. Joe/Cecile. Snowstorm, Fic: Harrisco. NOTP: Snowbarry FrostBarry, Savtiar/Killer Frost, Ralph/Caitlin

Black Lightning: Thundergrace, Lynn/Jefferson

Stargirl: Hournite

Supergirl: Ships: Kelly/Alex, Karoslen, NOTP: Karamel 

Arrow: NOTP: Olicity 

Legends of Tomorrow: Ships Mick/Amaya, Sara/lots women she meets.  NOTP: SteelVixen, Kendra/Carter

Anne with an E: Anne/Gilbert, Anne/Diane 

The Good Place: Eleanor/Chidi & Janet/Jason

Once Upon a Time: Ships: Henry/ Cinderella, Regina/Robin Hood. Snowing. Rumbelle (from the early seasons before it all went so wrong) NOTP: CaptainSwan,  Regina/Wish Hook

Orphan Black: Ships: Alison/Donnie. Helena/Art Bell

Psych: Ships: Shawn/Lassie, Shawn/Juliet, Lassie/Marlowe 

Galavant: Ships: Richard/Bobby, Galavant/Izzie, Gareth/Queen Madalena

Jane the Virgin: Ships: Jane/Michael, Xo/Rogelio

Star Wars: OTP: Han/Leia, Finn/Rey Ships: Anakin/Padme, Finn/Poe, Rey/Finn/Poe NOTP: Rey/Kylo Ren & Ben/Rey

Star Trek Discovery: OTP: Paul/Hugh

Star Trek Ships: AOS: Spock/Nyota Uhura, Hikaru Sulu/Ben Sulu, Bones/Jim Kirk (in fan fiction), Spock/Jim Kirk (in fanfiction), Spock/Jim Kirk/Bones (in fan fanfiction), Classic ST: Uhura/Montgomery Scott, TNG: William Riker/Deanna Troi, DS9: Jadzia Dax/Worf. Miles O'Brien/Keiko O'Brien. Odo/Kira. Odo/Lwaxana Troi STV: Tom Paris/ B'Elanna Torres. Janeway/ Chakotay. The Doctor/Seven of Nine STE: T'Pol/Tucker, Phlox/ Feezal Phlox, Phlox/Elizabeth Cutler

Stargate SG1, Stargate Atlantis & Stargate Universe:

Ships: Jack/Sam, Rodney McKay/Jennifer Keller, Rodney Mckay/John Sherpard (Fan fiction only) Camile Wray/Sharon, Dr. Rush/Chloe Armstrong (fan fiction). Tj/Varro.

This is US: Jack/Rebecca Pearson, Randall/Beth Pearson NOTP: Kevin/Olivia

Harry Potter:

Ships: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger (fan fiction AU only), Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour.

Avatar: The Last Airbender & Legends of Korra:

Ships: Korra/Asami Sato , Aang/Katara, Zuko/Katara, Zhu Li/Varrick

Legend of the Seeker: Ships: Kahlan/Richard, Kahlan/Cara & Richard/Kahlan/Cara

Being Human UK Ships: Annie/Mitchell, George/Nina, Leo/Pearl.

Community: Ships: Troy/Britta, Jeff/Annie

Doctor Who, Torchwood & The Sarah Jane Adventures: Ships: Clyde/Rani, Martha/Mickey sorta Martha/Ten.

Farscape: Ships: John/Aeryn

Fringe: Ships: Peter/Olivia

SyFy’s Tin Man and SyFy’s Alice Ships: TG/Cain, TG/Gitch, Alice/Hatter(David)

Sanctuary: Ships: Nicola/Helen (in fan fiction), Henry/Kate

Primeval Ships: Connor/Abby, Jess/Becker, Emily/Matt

[hecohansen31]

Worshipping Your Body And Mind:

Henry Pearl+Poet! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovlies!

So... I have a slight problem writing fanfic lately, both because I am uninispired... and both because I have an hard time writing and finding time to do it!

BUT I HAVE IDEAS... and I am working on some asks, I am very sorry that it is taking quite a bit... but... life is shit!

And this was written, meanwhile I was blocked so, I hope you’ll like it an it won’t suck (also... just wanted to say that i suck at writing erotic poems so it sucks... I am sorry).

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex and Sexual Theme, Past Traumas, Insecurity and Awful Erotic Poems.

You had started writing erotic poems when you were nothing but a teen.

At first you had found them funny, in a way that made you broke away from the taboo that sex was in your small community but moving forward a few years you had relied on them to comfort yourself about the lack of sexual activity in your life.

All your friends had boyfriends, and you didn’t.

But you had your poems and, according to the gruesome description of your friends’ first times, they were much better than any man.

Except Henry.

You had met Henry Pearl once you had been given a teaching job at Battlecreek and from the start you had just been attracted by the other, like opposite magnets, in a shy courting that had brought you on your knees for the sweet man.

You still remembered that time you had gone skinny dipping and you had shared your first sweet kiss, and you had witnessed his scars and hadn’t run away from him.

“Why would I?” you had asked, softly laying some kisses onto his chest and neck where the marked tissues stood out “They are just scars, just a bit of different skin and most importantly: it isn’t what define you Henry Pearl”.

You had slowly moved your hand from his neck to where his heartbeat could be found, extremely rushed due to your closeness and the insecurity he felt, transforming in anxiety, with each second you spoke.

He had kind of expected you to run away, but you hadn’t.

You never would, you promised yourself when you saw that desperate look in his eyes.

“… this…” you had leaned down to kiss his heart, right where the muscle stood out, pumping blood, almost as in an attempt to get close to you “… is what defines you, above anything else, and nothing else matters.

Your relationship with Henry was shy and attentive to each other’s needs, but this didn’t mean that it was less firey than anybody’s.

And when you had finally experienced sex, through a human body and not a book, it had been definitely less gruesome than your friend had told you, but also extremely intense, a million of thoughts and emotions going through your body and your mind.

Henry asked, as a true gentleman, instructions for anything, waiting for your sign to even start undressing you, no matter the fact that you were obviously aching from him, the evidence on your panties.

But you hadn’t minded the slowness, it had helped you feeling everything and not losing a bit of that magical experience.

From then on, your erotic poems had become even more real, with attentive description of what happened with Henry, and that is why they were extremely private to you.

But that day you had left behind your little diary, since you had been running late for school, quickly smacking Henry’s lips with a small kiss, moving away to collect, as you rushed outside, your bag and your things.

And your diary, where all your poems were written was now on the ground of Henry’s room.

He hadn’t meant to look inside it, but he had thought it might have been something important since it seemed pretty used so he had given it a little look inside, and at first he had just found dates, but as he moved to quickly look through the pages he had found… definitely more than he had bargained for.

The first poems were painful awkward, with you searching your style and muse, but Henry had been too absorbed in your writing to care, discovering soon a precious series of poems that warmed Henry’s heart…

… and his cheeks.

Although he was a connoisseur of poems, he never approached the sexual type, but he felt suddenly curious after reading yours.

And then he got to a rather special sector of your diary: it was dedicated to him.

“To Henry, who knew all my secrets before I even knew them myself”.

He had blushed further, knowing that if the reading of the previous poems was an invasion of your fantasy he could justify, this wasn’t…

… but if it involved also him, why couldn’t he give it a look?

Wasn’t he a bit entitled to also read this?

But it didn’t matter anymore, as his hands, moved to turn the pages, and discover the first poem, as if they had their own mind

He immediately recognized the date as your first meeting: you had come to ask for some help with your car, having had quite some troubles on your way there, and he hadn’t been able to say much more than a few words to you, completely enchanted by your gentleness and the way your eyes shone, even at night.

He had called them “his own precious suns” making you giggle and kiss him, not much later when you two had started your relationship.

And the poem said:

“Oh, handsome stranger,

You looked at me as if I was the most divine of things

What you didn’t know was that to me

It was love at first sight.

Your pretty smile and your delicate lips,

I already wanted kiss.

And your soft button nose.

You looked like a true dream,

The kind that leaves me to wake up with my thighs drenched,

And my body and mind to desire more”.

He flushed, surprised that you had felt attracted to him like that from the start.

He moved further, skimming through the poems till he reached another important date, the first time you had seen him naked.

“I caught him as Actaeon caught Diana,

Washing herself in the little mirror of moonlight she reigns.

He never looked more divinely,

And as the damned hunter,

I found myself caught by him and his body,

Wanting to have him against him,

After I undressed him slowly,

And feel him against me, with nothing between us.

I want to feel you my sweet Henry,

With nothing between us”.

He continued skimming through the pages and found himself growing more and more interested in your writing but also flattered of your description of him, since they felt so true, and all of them were extremely flattering.

“Tonight, we made love,

He said as he exited me,

I felt empty,

Because we didn’t make love

We joined our souls together

And I don’t think I would ever be

Ready to let him go”.

He felt the same and to see it written on paper it made him feel strangely… understood and his self-esteem grow to extreme levels, feeling confident with anything that you so sweetly and so warmly said about him, the emotion coating each word.

He was so into reading the poems that he didn’t see the passing of time, and alongside that… that you had finally come back, catching him with your diary in your hands.

You were immediately taken aback but when your mind linked the dots, a sudden blush spread all through your face, completely matching Henry’s one, who rushed to close the diary, to try to make himself less guilty.

“Is that my diary?” you asked, meanwhile you tried to focus on something and feel anything other than embarrassment.

Henry just nodded, and you moved closer, mostly to grab back your diary, with maybe more force than you should have, immediately gaining a small look of hurt from him.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean… I mean… I didn’t want to…” he tried to breath in all those rushed words, trying to speak without making himself look like a fool, meanwhile your eyes softened, feeling like you couldn’t get mad at your boyfriend, although you were still ashamed of what he had read “… I thought it might have been something important, and I wanted to check if I needed to bring it to you, or not”.

“That was rather nice of you, Henry” you comforted him, gently moving closer, and sitting beside him, although you kept your distance, avoiding physical contact, something which didn’t go unnoticed to him

“… I didn’t mean to read it all… but…” he knew that there were no excuses for that invasion of privacy “... I am sorry”.

“Hey, I am actually the one who is sorry that you had to go through that…” you mumbled staring at your hands “… those pomes, they are so awkward… and you must think that I am an idiot … and a pervert”.

He suddenly realized that you weren’t angry at him for snooping, but at you… because you were ashamed of what he had found… thinking it to b not enough and weird.

“No no!” he rushed to you, getting on his knees in front of you, suddenly enough that surprise shone again in your eyes and he had the entirety of your attention, meanwhile you quickly rushed closer to him, as if he was readying himself to whisper some kind mystical knowledge “… I wasn’t… I didn’t think that you are either of those things, your poems… they actually made me feel powerful and gorgeous, as you said”.

You were extremely taken aback by his affirmation and he gently closed his hand around your diary, moving yourself to do the same, meanwhile you looked at him as if he was making you cry.

“… I am sorry for snooping, I was curious and should have asked for your permission, but…” his voice lost an octave, becoming deeper and less audible “… but if you ever want to share some of them with me, it would be my greatest honor, to know that I am worshipped by such beautiful words”.