#i wish i could erase the memories of my existence from their minds. BUT I CANTTTT ITS SO..

[shi0n]

i cant believe i interacted w all those people while they knew. and i didnt. like my existence must have been so comical and embarrassing to look at.. sorry for my drunk vent posts will happen again. me and the mutuals (neighbors) listening to music so hard from my speakers rn

[the-nameless-poet]

Written Mine On My Upper Thigh

Draco Malfoy X fem!reader

Summery : Your Boyfriend Draco wants to get a tattoo and you want one too.

Draco enters the living room where his girlfriend is lounging on the couch with a book in her hands and some snacks. He gently sits down on the floor beside your leg and puts it on his shoulders and gives your thigh a sweet kiss.

"Hey darling." He speaks gently while pressing another kiss on your thigh. This little game of affection is making your heart flutter with heaving desires. Desires similar to the ones described in the book that had already left your brain in a spiral of fantasies that were unspeakable.

"Hey Love." You respond by putting your book down and lightly scratching his head. The silver strands gleaming against the skin of your fingers as your boyfriend hums with delight.

"I was thinking..." He starts while leaving a trail of kisses from your calf upto your thighs and then stops to look up into your eyes, your iris meeting with his stormy blue ones with a passionate gleam.

"What were you thinking, my love?" You encourage him to complete his thoughts, your voice a bit shaky. Not noticeable. But you could feel it on your lips, the shivers that came up from your throat and made the words quiver. Even after all this time you could swear that you fell for your Draco Malfoy everyday, all over again. The tattoo on your collarbone was the permanent proof of your ever growing love for him.

"You know how you have the tattoo of Draco constellation on your collarbone..." His hesitation was clear in his voice; you gently caressed his head as to encourage him to speak further while nodding.

"I want one tattoo of the constellation of your star sign on my arm. The scars from the dark mark are still visible and I.... I-It reminds me of the past time when I look at it and I wish to replace those memories with the ones that help me through my dark times." He laid his head on your thigh, he looked like the child he once was, afraid to ask for something he didn't deserve.

"Darling? Are you sure about it? I don't mind that at all but...are you sure...?" You try your best to show your concerns in a way that doesn't sound too cruel or act like a reminiscent of the time that he went through. You remember how he was afraid of anyone even touching his arm, the one that once held the dark mark one it. You remember coaxing him into atleast letting you touch it. He was hesitant but you were also the only person he trusted at that time. So after some persuading he let you.

And the first time you touched his dark mark was with your lips, a gentle kiss, a secluded remedy, that brought him back to light. He was shocked at first to see you commit, what was a crime in his eyes, a fatal action that might lead you to your end but soon he felt the gratification it gifted. And that was the day Draco Malfoy wrote his whole existence to your name.

"Love I've wanted this for so long. I've thought about it and it doesn't scare me as much as it used to. It's a distant memory. But its still there and I want to erase it and adorn that skin with the one that I'd dream of even after I die. Also I know you'd kiss it to make it better. So not afraid of it much." He chuckled at the end and kissed your lips while sitting on his knees, right infront of your face. You hummed at the warmth of his lips on yours and pulled back with a smile.

His words left a gibberish, jumbled mind for you to deal with. Just the thought that he would dream about you even after he dies, kills you so gently that you'd welcome death with open arms. He was yours. Forever. In his dreams, in his reality, in his death and in his life; he was yours the same was you were his.

"I'll call the muggle tattoo parlor and book an appointment for two." You said and kissed him passionately.

He pulled back with a confused look.

"For two?" You nodded and smiled at his conflicted face. You caressed his eyebrows to make him lose his frown and spoke,

"I want a new one too. Actually I'm gonna need your help for it." His face quickly lit up. Which made you giggle.

You quickly made the appointment for Sunday.

-------------------------------------------------

On Sunday, both you and Draco went to the tattoo parlor and gave the tattoo artist your ideas.

But first for your tattoo you needed Draco's help.

"Draco, I need you to write 'mine' on my upper thigh." You've been wanting to do this for a long time. Ever since you found out about Draco's obsession with your thighs, you wanted to do something about it so it would remind you of his possesive nature towards your thighs. How he puts a hand on one of them underneath the table, or how he squeezes them, how he likes to leave noticable love marks on them, how he loves to kiss them and how he loves to slap them while he made love to you. All of these things made your core wither with desire and you little minx wanted a permanent reminder of your boyfriend's affections.

And he was happy to follow your orders and in his best handwriting, he wrote 'Mine' on your left upper thigh and gave a long kiss to your inner thigh that left you wanting more.

After a while you both got your tattoos. The one on his arm looked as if it shone against his skin and the one on your thigh reflected possesion and your desire towards that obsession. Truth to be told, you couldn't hide the fact that you loved your boyfriend being overly obsessed with your thighs. Afterall you're just a girl. And he was a god when it came to loving you.

And when your tattoos were finally healed, both of you left little red and purple reminiscent of your affection. Your love for eachother was etched into your skin forevermore. And the one that was etched into your soul won't ever fade, Not even after being decayed into mere atoms. The only truth that could be fathomed was that It would shine for the eternity.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

KENSHIN UESUGI'S SEQUEL

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

(What time is it now?)

(What was I doing?)

Kenshin: "Mai! Pull yourself together."

Mai: "Kenshin."

Under the blazing sunset, Kenshin cradled my collapsed body in his arms.

Kenshin: "Mai, look at me. Don't close your eyes."

He looked down at me, his hair swaying in the wind, soaked in the blood of the battle.

The pain and despair in his expression tightened my heart.

(That's right. We were right in the middle of the fight with Kicho.)

(My memories are starting to get fuzzy.)

The Oda army and the Uesugi-Takeda armies engaged in battle to intercept Kicho.

However, the two armies suffered significant blows from Kicho, who had procured a staggering amount of weapons abroad.

Moreover, Motonari, who commanded a naval force, emerged, attacking the ports one after another, halting the distribution of goods in Japan.

As a result, the security of various regions worsened, and even the once-bustling town around Azuchi Castle was on the verge of collapse.

(Not only that, but...)

Shingen's illness was also deteriorating even faster.

(Kenshin and the others have opposed me many times, but I was so scared about losing that I couldn't stop myself.)

As I continued to turn back time, I lost control of the distortion in space-time, and now, regardless of my will, time leaps had begun to trigger almost automatically.

Mai: "I'm sorry, I did it again."

Kenshin: "Don't speak. I understand."

Kenshin: "I understand."

(Kenshin.)

Kenshin repeated this as if trying to reassure himself.

(I tried restarting everything for a better future, so why is this happening?)

I could clearly see that Kenshin's heart was gradually breaking as if it were accumulating all of his suffering.

(All I wanted was to return to his side and be his source of strength, but...)

Was that a mistake?

Is this what happened when an ordinary human messed with time?

My hazy mind couldn't come up with a good answer.

(I only hope that Kenshin's heart will remain calm from now on.)

(That's what I wished for, so…)

Mai: "Why isn't it working out?"

Kenshin: "Mai."

He bit his lip tightly and growled low like a beast.

At the sound of his sorrowful voice, my eyes grew hot, and tears began to trickle down my cheeks.

(Huh?)

Suddenly, the space around me distorted, and I felt dizzy.

Kenshin: "Your body..."

(Body?)

The palms he spread in front of my face were transparent like glass.

When I looked, my arms and legs were beginning to lose their outlines.

(I'm disappearing.)

I instinctively understood.

This was the price for rewinding time too much.

Mai: "This is goodbye, Kenshin."

Kenshin: "No. I won't allow you to disappear."

Kenshin: "I'll take you to a safe place now, so stay still."

Mai: "Kenshin, please listen."

I placed my translucent, weakening fingers on Kenshin's pale cheek.

Mai: "I know this because I'm the one who kept distorting time."

Mai: "This is a bit different from death. I'll become someone who never existed in the first place."

Mai: "I'll vanish without a trace, erased even from people's memories."

Kenshin: "…...…"

Kenshin: "Will that include my memory as well?"

Mai: "Yes."

His words faltered as though something was caught in his throat.

(I wanted to be with him.)

(I wanted to spend a long time together, to stay by his side even as we aged.)

(But there's one thing that gives me peace.)

If he doesn't remember me, he won't have to suffer in despair.

(His heart won't have to break.)

(He'll be able to stay calm.)

The dizziness grew worse, and keeping my eyes open became painful.

My arms and legs felt numb, and even breathing became difficult. Yet, with the last of my strength, I continued to gaze at him.

Mai: "Please, be safe and find happiness."

As I whispered my farewell, he pulled me into a tight embrace.

Kenshin: "I don't want happiness without you."

Kenshin: "I'd rather face despair and lose my sanity than live that way."

Mai: "But—"

Kenshin: "Stop. Don't say it!"

His anguished cry made my chest ache.

Kenshin: "Mai, don't disappear."

(I'm sorry.)

Mai: "I'm sorry, Kenshin."

Kenshin: "………"

With a look of agony, he gazed up at the sky.

Kenshin: "If there's a god who controls the flow of time, please hear me!"

Kenshin: "This woman is my everything, my partner in all fate."

Kenshin: "I can shoulder the turning points of history, so feel free to use me as you like. I'll even throw away the glory and the thrill of battle to serve you if that's what you want. So please, return my beloved to me!"

The intensity of his love, utterly unrestrained, was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to my eyes.

(Even so, I'm happy.)

Mai: "Thank you, Kenshin. I love you too."

(Even if everything about me disappears, please let this feeling remain.)

(Even if it's just a tiny fragment, I hope someday it reaches him.)

A blinding light enveloped us both.

500 years into the future.

There, a peaceful world existed just as Mai had once known.

On a calm afternoon, Sasuke paused as he entered the research lab after opening the door.

Sasuke: "If you were here, you could've at least told me."

Sasuke: "Didn't I give you a smartphone the other day?"

Kenshin: "It broke."

Sitting by the window, Kenshin crossed his legs and casually replied while reading a book.

Sasuke: "Didn't you mean you broke it? Well, whatever."

With practiced hands, Sasuke placed green tea and pickled plums on the table before Kenshin.

Sasuke: "Here you go. I can't serve alcohol on campus, so this will have to do."

Kenshin: "Boring."

Kenshin pulled the plate of pickled plums closer and closed the book he had finished reading.

The cover read, The Life of Takeda Shingen.

Sasuke: "Did you enjoy that book?"

Kenshin: "Not really. It's just a story about Shingen overcoming his illness and living a long life."

Sasuke: "Thanks to you, of course."

Sasuke picked up the book, flipping through its pages.

Sasuke: "That day, you suddenly appeared before me and told me to complete my research on wormholes so that Shingen could be saved."

Sasuke: "When you pointed a sword at me in the street, I wasn't sure what to do."

------------Flashback-----------

Kenshin: "I found you, Sasuke."

Sasuke: "Uh, is this some kind of filming?"

Kenshin: "What's my trusty ninja doing acting so clueless? Say something stupid again, and I'll cut you down!"

Sasuke: "Please, just say it's a film shoot."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Sasuke: "You said the me you remember was a ninja, and looking back, it all feels like something out of a novel."

As Sasuke muttered this with nostalgia, Kenshin glanced at him while sipping his tea.

Kenshin: "Yet you obeyed my orders without hesitation."

Sasuke: "Yes. At the time, I hadn't even told my professor about my research on wormholes."

Sasuke: "I had no choice but to believe you."

The man who had suddenly appeared before him spoke of wormholes and time leaps as if he'd seen them firsthand, shocking Sasuke more deeply than the sword pointed at him.

Sasuke: "After that, I threw myself into completing the time travel theory."

Sasuke: "I convinced Lord Shingen to come to the present, arranged for him to get surgery through connections, and sent him back to the warring states era."

Sasuke: "It was quite a hard-mode mission."

Kenshin: "If you're my ninja, accomplishing at least that much should be expected."

Sasuke: "Because of this other version of myself I don't know, the expectations for me are way too high."

After muttering this, Sasuke gently closed the book.

Sasuke: "Still, it seems that with Lord Shingen's survival, the warring states period has settled down."

Kenshin: "I also told him about Kicho."

Kenshin: "By putting his personal feelings aside and forming an alliance with the Oda forces, he left no openings for enemies to exploit."

Sasuke: "Thanks to that, the conflicts that had spread across the land quickly settled, and Japan entered an era of peace."

Sasuke: "Of course, no war would last another five hundred years."

Turning his face toward the window, he looked out at a prosperous, peaceful scene with no swords or guns in sight.

Sasuke: "Everything you did was for that woman named Mai, right?"

Kenshin: "That’s right."

With eyes filled with resolve, Kenshin's fingers clenched tightly.

Kenshin: "In the past, I wished to have my beloved returned to me in exchange for bearing the burden of historical turning points."

Kenshin: "The fact that I am here means there was a presence that heard that wish and set a mission for me."

Kenshin: "I took on the role of ending the warring states period and guiding us back to a normal future at that time."

That day when he held Mai, and cried out to the heavens, everything changed from that moment on.

Kenshin: "I don't believe in gods, but if it means resisting fate, I'll cling to anything."

Sasuke: "..........."

Kenshin: "I live without going mad for the sake of that small hope."

Kenshin: "But I guess you could say that obsession is just another kind of madness."

His restrained, low voice trembled with sadness, causing Sasuke's chest to ache as he listened.

Kenshin: "I've made you listen to such trivial things."

Sasuke: "It's fine, but I hope you can meet that woman someday."

Kenshin: "Yeah. I’ll definitely find her."

With his long eyelashes lowered, Kenshin stood up and headed towards the door that led to the hallway.

Sasuke: "Are you leaving? You forgot your book."

Kenshin: "I'll leave it. It's an apology for that broken smartphone of yours."

Sasuke: "Oh, so you do feel a little bad about it."

Sasuke: "Next time, I'll have a new one ready for you."

Without responding to the voice that followed him from behind, Kenshin quietly exited the room.

Leaning against the wall, Sasuke let out a small sigh.

Sasuke: "Mai, where are you?"

After that, even as the sun set, Kenshin walked alone through the brightly illuminated streets.

Kenshin: "The future is overflowing with lights."

As if guided, memories floated in his mind.

------------Flashback-----------

Mai: "Do you still think this firefly's light is foolish yet beautiful, Kenshin?"

Kenshin: "Their light that reaches out to their loved one, even when it means risking everything, shines in my eyes like something beautiful and deserving of respect."

---------Flashback Ends--------

A long time has passed since then. Yet, the feelings that never faded have grown even larger, and the light that danced in the darkness etched in his memory was still dazzling.

Kenshin: "Where are you, Mai?"

As he moved forward without showing any interest in the towering buildings or the elegantly dressed people around him,

Kenshin: "-----!"

His gaze became fixed on a woman walking across the main street.

Despite the throngs of people filling the area, she appeared to shine in Kenshin's eyes.

Kenshin: "I finally found you."

[Mai’s POV]

(Good thing I decided to check out the exhibition!)

I was walking in front of the station, holding a newly purchased design art book.

(Still, I wonder when this discomfort in my heart will finally disappear.)

Whenever I touch something I've loved since long ago, an unfamiliar sadness wells up inside me.

It's as if the memory of having lost something important is tingling inside me.

(But that's not the case.)

To shake off the gloomy feelings, I lowered my gaze to the art book.

Mai: "Alright, I'll study this carefully."

(Whoa!?)

Suddenly, someone yanked my arm from behind, causing my body to sway.

Startled, I looked up to see a breathless man looking down at me.

(Huh?)

The man, with a face reminiscent of sculpture, spoke up.

???: "Mai!"

(-----!)

The moment he called my name, warmth filled my eyes.

Mai: "Huh?"

(Why am I crying?)

My vision blurred, and warm droplets ran down my cheeks.

No matter how much I wiped them away, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Mai: "I’m sorry! I don't know why I'm..."

???: "........."

The man bit his lip sadly and gently wiped the tears from my eyes.

His palm was warm, gentle, and slightly trembling.

(This person has different colored eyes.)

(What is this feeling?)

An incomprehensible emotion stirred my chest like a storm.

???: "First of all, I apologize, but I can't let you go now."

Mai: "But this is the first time we've met, right?"

My voice trembled as I asked the question.

The gaze directed at me was so sharp and intense.

(Why does he look at me like this, even though we've just met?)

???: "That's right. But I have been waiting for you all this time."

(Oh.)

He gently pulled me into his arms.

Mai: "L-Let me go!"

???: "No."

Even though I was confused, I couldn't shake off the warmth that enveloped me.

(I know this warmth, but I can't remember.)

(I don't know anything. I don't even know his name.)

When I raised my gaze, my eyes locked with his as he stared at me.

???: "I finally found the piece of my soul."

His earnest voice weighed heavily on my chest.

(My heart is trembling so much.)

(I want to return his feelings, but I can't remember him.)

It feels as though something unseen is holding me back. 

I wanted so badly to embrace this man whose name I didn't even know. Yet, just as I was about to wrap my arms around him, I stopped.

(Why? It feels like I don't have the right to.)

Mai: "I'm sorry."

???: "Why are you apologizing?"

Mai: "I don't know. But it feels like I have to."

(I mean, there has got to be something I should apologize for.)

I desperately held back the sob that threatened to escape.

???: "Mai, no matter how much you try to refuse me, I will continue to call you, even if it costs me my life."

With an expression mixed with frustration and loneliness, he tightened his arms around me even more, as if he were binding my heart for eternity, stopping all time around us.

[tyttamarzh]

Missasinfonia, songs and QSMP…

Hello!! Well, since we all continue to miss Missa, I want to share a little thought.

I don't know if it has already been talked about here, but in the Hispanic fandom of Missa we have his songs very present and some people have not been able to avoid talking about how some of them adapt perfectly to the QSMP.

I want to talk about two in particular whose lyrics I think are perfect for describing Missa's relationship with his family.

The first one is called "Privilegios" (privileges) and I think it describe what Missa is currently going through with Philza. Well, it talks about the anxiety of feeling insufficient for the other and trying to improve but feeling afraid of moving forward (the young Missa from 2014 wrote very deep lyrics). I remember that in a stream he told us about how several of his songs came about and said that he wrote "Privilegios" thinking about us, the people who follow him, because he didn't feel enough for us and is why he always try to do things better. Either way, I think he's perfect for describe his situation with Phil.

The song:

Lyrics

Sometimes I forget my sorrows and things I should do Because ideas slip away, they do not allow us to see Well creating something new means forgetting I would like to be like before and go back to the past

I know how to write the word mature very well But my thoughts don't let me act I don't want to forget, I don't ask for your mercy Because honestly I can fix it.

Chorus I don't know what to do if you're not okay (you're okay!) I don't know whether to lie to me or throw myself at your feet I wonder if I can deserve you Because I didn't earn the privilege.

How can I destroy damn anxiety? If outside my mind is my reality It is not so easy to wish others ill. just so I can free myself

The second song I want to talk about is called "Tarde para el plan B" (Late for Plan B) and I think it could be a message from Missa to Chayanne, some of the things he mentions remind me of what Missa told him in that day of fishing before travel to Japan. He talks about how it's okay to fail and that he shouldn't be overwhelmed by his mistakes, and encourages him to keep going and get better. There is also a phrase that I like to think is very much theirs, since it infers that even if they are not together, he will always see him. Now every time I hear that song I think of them and I can't help it u.u (It's a song created 10 years ago, but I think it's fits perfectly).

The song:

Lyrics

Have you ever wondered… what could happen if after the years, you could come back to the past? Would you have the chance to see what is wrong the bad memories you would be able to erase.

Enjoy moments you didn't see coming feel from the beginning what you should feel but remorse can cut you and repenting would be the final act

Look for alternatives, see how to improve May you know how to handle your situations You don't always get a second chance. you must take advantage of what time gives you

If they give you their hand, don't take our foot don't ask for the moon when it's barely dawning You don't run when you want to calm down do something your soul can bear

[PRE CHORUS] And it's not that it's bad, it could be worse. What doesn't kill you makes you better.

And listen to me, here I will be, watching your actions wherever you are.

sometimes the reasons chase me but they don't want to catch me Sometimes actions are what will count, but you won't count. I prove that what I say is true It's your problem if you don't want to change but honestly sometimes everyone can fail

In the hope that everything is fine There are ideas within your being that grow and create the bad decision than wanting to correct what has already happened

Do what you need to make you feel better. Defeat your demons, destroy that pain Errors exist to know what someone else could fall into

and it's not that it's bad, it could be worse What doesn't kill you makes you better

listen to me, I will be here watching your actions wherever you are

My favorite phrase from this song is: "don't ask for the moon when it's barely dawning" (I just like how deep it sounds xD)

And that's all for now, I've never created a post here, I hope it's okay. Thanks for reading my crazy thoughts. Greetings!!

[r0ttenhearts]

Friends? Part III

Scaramouche x Best Friend! Reader

the summer passed by in the blink of an eye and scaramouche couldn’t dread it more. haypasia had gone back to her university in sumeru while he stayed in inazuma, wishing to be anywhere but there. and with the first few days of the new school year he found himself utterly alone. your usual seat next to him was empty as you had decided to sit as far away from him as possible in the few classes the both of you shared.

he stared at the back of your head longingly as class trudged on. a part of him wished he had never said those words to you that day. he missed the way the both of you would walk to campus together, cracking jokes during class and sharing notes. when you were with him it hadn’t been as.. unbearable.

his tough demeanor was cracking and he detested himself for it.

he hated the way he would see you laugh with xiao, the way you’d banter with childe. he hated it, wishing it could’ve been him instead.

but luckily for him, you two had gotten paired together for the group project. he could feel your glare as you explained to him how the work would be divided, treating it as individual projects but put together as the two of you would have to present it.

“do you want to come over so we can work on it together?” he could see you tense as you bit your lip, feeling relief as you slowly nodded.

walking side by side, the both of you made it to his house. you could feel your stomach churning with anxiety as you remembered your last time being here. scaramouche set up your papers and laptop in his living room, passing you a bottle of your favorite drink as he sat next to you on the floor. soft typing and scribbling on paper was all he could hear as you focused on your research.

“so, uhm, what do you think about irminsul? do you think it’s real?”

you scoffed, closing your laptop shut as you faced him. “of course it’s real. the stories of the lesser god and former god of Sumeru have to be real. there’s no way it isn’t.. if i had the power to see it, i think i’d erase my existence from the memories of those i’ve met.” you smile sadly to yourself as you recount those endless nights you spent alone, beating your fist into your mattress as you screamed until your throat was raw.

“i think i’d wish for that too.”

you looked at him and noticed a sad expression across his, as much as you hated to admit it, flawless features. he felt the same pain you felt? but what about his so called lover haypasia?

“that’s not true scara, i’m sure you would want miss haypasia to forget you.”

scaramouche shook his head, suddenly taking your hands in his as he spoke. “no.. i wouldn’t mind being forgotten by her. but i would mind if you forgot me.”

your eyes widened as his hands tightened his grip on yours. his almost quiet, shy demeanor was unrecognizable to the boy who had shouted how much he didn’t care for you only a few feet away, just a few months ago.

“do you mean that?” you asked quietly. he nodded as he pulled you close to him, holding you against his chest.

“i mean it y/n.. i’ve missed you so much it felt like i couldn’t breathe. i know i was a dick to you and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

he holds you closer to him as you slowly wrap your arms around him. you stay like that in his embrace for a few moments before he pulls away, gently kissing your forehead. “i didn’t mean to push you away. it should’ve always been you.”

you nodded slowly. “don’t do that to me again. you don’t know how hard it was to be apart. it felt like a part of me was missing.”

“then let’s never be apart y/n.”

“promise?”

“i promise.”

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[icarustypicalfall]

Reminiscence

König x reader

masterlist

summary: How is it that a fleeting moment, a mere jiffy between reality and fantasy, can grasp our souls and leave us yearning or empathizing for the rest of our limited existence?

warnings: sfw, usual cod violence, wounds, guns, angst?, comfort, ending...?

word count: 2,3k

notes: my autocorrecter turned every könig with the usual o so if you see one pretend you didn't.. also this fic is so random and i have no clue what happened

“my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake”

Colonel König was a man who took pride in everything he did. He lived a long life, serving alongside his brother Horangi in both successful and challenging missions. Little was known about his past, as he guarded it as if it were a sin. However, deep down, one could sense that the colonel carried a burden, a mysterious weight from the past that only he could comprehend.

Once again, he awoke in his office, drenched in cold sweat with a single tear streaming down his face, evidence of the nightmare that had just haunted his brief slumber. He longed to forget, to erase the memories that had plagued him for years. But no matter how much time passed, moving on seemed an impossible task.

König vividly recalled the scene, replaying it countless times in his mind. There were moments when he secretly desired to descend into madness and never wake up, to relive the painful dream over and over until the colours of his memory faded.

His ultimate fear was not death itself, for he had already died when he left, but rather the possibility of forgetting the sound of your beloved voice or the sensation of tender flesh.

December 12 #### [03:24 am]

Location: [classified]

Operation: [classified]

The pain was unbearable, and he desperately wished for anything to end it, even if it meant shutting his shallow breath forever.

As a child, König dreamt of becoming a sniper. He couldn't explain why, but he yearned for that role deeply, idolizing the revered warriors portrayed in the movies he watched every Friday night.

But as he grew older, his dream transformed into a painful reality. He never anticipated that this simple wish would leave him isolated in the wilderness, with no one to share his throe.

At the age of twenty-two, freshly graduated from military training with the rank of private, König quickly ascended the ranks. His towering physique and exceptional abilities certainly played a part, but it was his unwavering discipline and outstanding performance that truly caught the attention of his superiors. He obediently followed every order, earning the respect of sergeants and majors alike.

Yet König did not mind this, for he harboured the aspiration of becoming a leader one day. Perhaps then, his childhood dream would manifest into reality.

He found himself in this particular location, alongside fellow soldiers, embarking on a mission to test their abilities. It was meant to be a swift operation, in and out, dealing with a drug trafficking affair. At least, that's what he believed.

But reality proved to be harsh, mercilessly slapping him across the face. The frontline was a treacherous arena; once you stepped onto it, there was no guarantee of stepping back.

Every soldier eventually came to realize this as they reloaded their guns, with each bullet either ending a life or starting one. It was a painful cycle, where lives were lost and shattered, yet there seemed to be no alternative for humanity to coexist other than beheading their enemies.

König groaned, searching for his comrades who awaited a sign amidst the unforgiving terrain. The house they were about to breach stood eerily silent, a stark contrast to the constant movement of the criminals they pursued. Suddenly, something rolled out from the darkness, making it impossible to discern its nature.

The silence was shattered by screams and cries of terror.

The gas bomb had served as a distraction. König crawled, feeling the burning air and painful lacerations surrounding him. Though he was away from the epicentre, the effects were still noticeable. Slowly, he eliminated the immediate threat and proceeded to infiltrate the house in search of any remaining criminals. It was a poor abode, with an old sofa in the living room and an assortment of cheap DVDs and guns. As he turned, he heard a movement behind him.

König shut his eyes, feeling the searing sensation spreading through his body. The stab wound wasn't deep, but it caused excruciating pain. He winced as he swiftly eliminated the assailant before collapsing to the ground, frantically searching for anything that could staunch the bleeding in his stomach.

"No, not a tourniquet," he thought, realizing the wound needed to be packed with something to stop the bleeding and alleviate the dizziness in his head. Slowly, he stumbled out of the house and into the surrounding woods, struggling to remember where his teammates were. The cowards had abandoned him, assuming he was dead.

Leaning against a tree, König regretted tearing his shirt, as the cold breeze and dampness of the forest began to affect his body temperature. Shivering, he fought to retain the little warmth he had left as he reached for his radio. How could his comrades, the ones he had done everything to keep safe, leave him behind as though he were nothing more than an insignificant pebble in the road?

His knees grew heavy, and he collapsed onto the ground. The radio slipped from his grasp, just a few steps away, yet reaching for it felt like an insurmountable task. With each passing second, König felt his strength wane, and he slowly began to follow the beckoning light. A gentle beam enveloped him as he caught sight of his mother's tender face. She smiled, extending her hand towards him, just like she used to do in the old days when she would walk him to kindergarten and affectionately call him her "Schnecke."

König closed his eyes, surrendering to the cold embrace under the solitary tree.

13th December #### [11:15 am]

"No, Lou, don't wake him up. Go out, you silly dog."

König opened his eyes, feeling disoriented. He couldn't remember where he was, so he rubbed his temples and attempted to sit up. Instantly, he regretted it, as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"Oh no no no, sit back down, you're still injured!"

König almost flinched at the sweet voice and turned to see you. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was in heaven.

You smiled at him, a sweet grin, while patting a dog who was wagging its tail happily. König stared at you, mouth agape and in shock. You were magnificent, if not more.

He hadn't expected anyone to be living here. The cabin itself was a sight to behold, with its wooden floors and walls reminiscent of his grandpa's old cabin. He smiled as he noticed the crackling fire, realizing that he wasn't sleeping on a dusty bed with torn blankets. Everything in this small place exuded comfort.

He struggled to sit up but winced in pain before murmuring with a low, husky voice, "A... are you an angel?"

You laughed dismissively, shaking your head with warmth and amusement. He wished he could stay by your side and make you laugh forever.

Taking a breath, you handed him a mug of warm tea. "No, I am not an angel, but you can call me that if you wish," you said, settling in a wooden chair beside him.

König held the cup tightly, taking a slow sip of the tea, just the way he liked it—burning with no sugar. He hummed with satisfaction, noticing that he was shirtless, with large bandages wrapped around his abs and stomach.

You quickly explained, your cheeks blushing slightly. "Lou found you when we were out at dawn. My dad and I brought you here, treated your wounds, and your clothes are drying over there..." You pointed to the fire, where he saw his combat boots and uniform drying.

König smiled, not knowing what to say. He simply stared at you, yearning for you to continue speaking. He would give you anything you desired, even carve his chest and offer you his heart if you wished.

He muttered, now feeling more at ease with you so close. "I am sorry, Engel, for the... burden."

You frowned, and he wished he could bury himself alive at the sight of your small, annoyed expression. "There's no need to apologise," you reassured him.

He appreciated your kindness and refrained from saying more. He leaned back, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle sounds of the crackling fire and the rain pouring outside.

König was young and had never thought much about the future, but after seeing you, he vowed to move heaven and earth for your sake. He would willingly descend into the depths of hell with a grin if it meant seeing you smile.

König woke up later from his short nap, his stomach partially growling from the enticing aroma of soup cooking. He smiled apologetically, looking at your tired form as you approached him with a shy smile.

"I need to... um... change your bandages," you said, blushing slightly. He rejoiced at your adorable and sweet blush, sitting up and exposing his stomach for you to treat.

Your gentle touch on his skin made him shiver, trying his best to ignore your proximity and the alluring scent of your perfume as you tended to his wound, though it was almost impossible.

Finally, he looked away, wincing slightly as you accidentally scratched his wound. Your small apology and the comforting hand that cupped his knee were enough to make him feel lightheaded. You had already claimed his heart, it might as well be yours completely.

16th December #### [23:35]

In just three days, König had fallen head over heels with you. He believed that this fleeting enchantment was a reward for his heroic deeds. He had the pleasure of getting to know your father, basking in your delightful presence, and listening to the soothing melody of your voice as you read or sang to him.

As the days went by, König discovered some of your secrets —your deep passion for baking and your dream of opening a bakery. Your voice, sweet as honey, captivated him completely. Often, he found himself daydreaming as you enthusiastically shared your plans for the future. Secretly, he longed to be a part of that future, to spend countless nights gazing into your eyes, like a sky full of shimmering stars. He yearned to be by your side, to blend with you into a single entity and dive into the depths of an ocean where no one else could reach.

However, he knew that these moments were fleeting, for he had to leave. With a heavy heart and mournful eyes, he glanced around the cabin, wishing he could express his deep gratitude. He wanted nothing more than to whisk you away from this world, for you, a sweet and kind woman, deserved to be treated like a cherished princess from an old fairytale. His life was filled with terror, sins, and agony, while yours appeared to be nothing but pure bliss.

But he knew it wasn't right. You belonged here, and he was merely a simple disturbance in your perfect, sweet dream.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at you with a sad smile. Pulling you close, he breathed in the scent of your perfume, a blend of sweet vanilla and cinnamon, hoping to etch it into his memory forever. Reluctantly, he pulled away and gazed at you, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Take care of yourself, Engel... I will come back."

Desiring a bond, something to remind you of him, he knew he couldn't be with you. At least, he wanted something of his to remain close to your heart. Before you could protest, he slipped a bracelet made of red beads onto your wrist, urging you to accept it despite your slight frown.

"It's a gift. Take care of it until I see you again."

Your lips quivered, realizing that this was the end, a potential tale cut short before it even began. There was nothing you could do to change it. Some things just weren't meant to be, and deep down, you already knew that. But Konig was no ordinary man you had met by chance. His eyes concealed a painful past, a gentle soul, and a heart overflowing with love. Finally, you mustered the words, accepting the gift.

"Thank you... I promise I'll take good care of it."

After that night, König never saw you again.

Months later, he returned, only to find the area abandoned, with no trace of his Engel. He lived in denial, refusing to face the reality. He knew you were somewhere in this world, and the mere thought of being close to you but not close enough tore him apart. He searched for you tirelessly, interrogating every individual who might have known of your whereabouts, but to no avail.

König was strong, enduring everything - the grueling training in freezing nights, bullets piercing his flesh, and the heart-wrenching loss of his precious comrades. Yet, losing you had left his heart in ruins. Only God knows how much he despised starting over, burying the past and pretending it never existed.

What have you done? Where have you hidden his heart? Will you give it back?

He sighed, his voice barely a whisper carried away by the cold breeze. Years later, he continued the ritual he had adopted after losing you. Every night, he would gaze at the old scars you had left behind, his fingers tracing the marked flesh, finding solace in reminiscing about your sweet gestures when you tended his wounds.

König snapped back to reality, feeling a reassuring pat on his shoulder from Horangi, his steadfast companion. The bond between them was stronger than that of brothers, providing unwavering support in the face of any adversity. They stepped outside together, deciding to stop at a café for some coffee while keeping an eye out for their next task.

As they approached the café, König's heart tightened at the sight of its name, "Engel." He pushed open the door, a weight of anticipation settling upon him. The familiar scent engulfed him as he made his way to the counter. A woman greeted him with a warm smile, whispering softly,

"Just a moment, and I'll be right with you!"

Her voice and smile, etched in his memory for a lifetime, made his mind wander. And then, he noticed the familiar red bracelet adorning her wrist. It couldn't be possible. He muttered, his voice barely audible, as if he was once again a wounded soldier in the woods, "Engel ?"

[altchien]

Mirael gets jealous seeing how you treated Cassedee, your possible newest student.

tags: angst, gender neutral merlin! reader

word count: <1000

After the long conversation you had with Cassedee about idolizing Merlin and her thesis, you return to the main square of Holistone, you give an affirmative nod to Valen who pours you an empty glass of beer. As you make your way to his table, your peripheral vision encounters the scarlet sorceress, and there is something strange in her gaze, something that your soul felt and knew, but you weren't able to.

And how could you? You had forgotten about her whole existence.

It's strange, there's an eagerness that makes your body want to enter this personal orbit of hers, but your mind doesn't understand the reason for this need, you understand that things between you are peculiar, on her side there is indeed a relationship, but for you... you wonder if there's something there beyond the same thing you feel for all those new companions around you, nothing but companionship and gratitude.

In any case, whether you like it or not, you remain static in the middle of the road, standing still without looking directly at her, but you both know that your mind is on the situation, and without much self-control, you head towards her.

— Are you planning to stay here? — your voice went a little low at first, you sound like you're still in puberty, she didn't seem to notice or at least didn't find it that funny enough to comment.

— I never planned to leave... not since I found out about your disappearance.

Mirael doesn't look you in the eye, she seems too focused on removing the cuticles from her wine-red nails, but you notice the difference in her tone, there's something unsaid there.

— If you plan to teach again, I advise you to be honest with the girl.

— Are you talking about Cassadee?

“Is she jealous?” There's a weird part of you that gets intrigued by her reaction.

— So you do plan on teaching her.

— I didn't say that.

— I am not saying it's a bad idea, but think a little more before you accept the job, she may not be able to deal with the real academic you.

— I'm not the same, Mirael.

— I know.

You regretted your words when you heard how pitiful her tone was, but you couldn't give her the answers and history she wished for, you weren't the same, you wouldn't be able to get back what you once were.

— When you leave?

— I am just waiting for Lorsan to finish the deal with the boat.

— Dark Forest it's then.

She breaks eye contact again, following the wind, seeing how the leaves almost touch her feet in the ground. The Sorcerer take a deep breath before hesitantly moving her eyes to you.

— Do you miss your memories? Do you long to discover what you've lost and left behind?

You didn't answer, not to make a mockery of Mirael's words, but simply because you didn't know what to say. Ever since you lost your memories, you've been in conflict after conflict, there's been no room for thoughts about yourself, perhaps, unconsciously you're running away from that? Tirelessly going out of your way to help others in order to discover a bit of yourself, but Merlin's true essence may always be a blank book for everyone.

— You can read every conflict and people’s problems with such a facility, but you know… you can't try to know them just to know yourself, you won't find the answers you look for in somebody else's eyes.

— But it's what you are trying to do, isn't it Mirael?

She laughs with your answer, you can't sense, not even a little bit, of real feelings in her voice.

— I never wanted to find you for such shallow reasons, Magister Merlin. I know myself, I may not understand my purpose yet, but I can see what I am.

— Well, but I admit, I was such a fool, wandering around this world without knowledge of where I truly belong…With a hope that I would find the answer in you.

You wouldn't know how she felt, you had forgotten everyone and everything after all, it's not as if you had chosen to erase her from your mind, but you understood the remorse and felt that there was nothing that could be done or said that would take the weight off your back and her pain, your heart and soul could yearn for the glory days of the pair, the ones when you compared her to beautiful things while your eyes were enchanted by the view of the river, when sharing your knowledge and her presence were all you could care about, when the great Merlin fought for Mirael's education and presence in the spaces you frequented.

These were special days, days that you now only remember through Chippy's mouth, diary entries and the confused feelings of your conscience, but they were also days that would never come again. You could miss it and Mirael could miss it, but you both knew that now, the only thing that could bring you back together would be nostalgia.

You weren't able to say anything back, she just gave you a half smile and turned back to watch the leaves as you engaged in a conversation with an excited Lorsan.

And as the night set and the boat set sail to the Dark Forest, not only you, but everyone in Holistone were able to hear the single firework that was sent into the dark sky, you felt you knew from the exact place it came, a place where you can stop by to see the river and hear the birds, where the Merlin used to feel at peace.

Everyone was able to see and hear the firework, but you… you were the only one able to feel the meaning.

It turns out that Merlin's first really impressive spell was to forget someone so important.

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The Deal

Aemond Targaryen x DarkSorceress!Reader

Part 2

Summary: You could never see your own future, no matter in who you searched for. You could only see bits and pieces of the future of people you would be involved with longer. So, when the handsome Dragon Prince wonders into your home, you only see small bits of his future. You knew what that meant. It meant that he was your future.

"I can feel the anger in your veins. I can feel your desire for revenge in all of your movements. You, Prince Aemond, what brought you here?"

"The rain." he replied honestly, still looking for the person with the voice but finding no one.

"This anger is going to make you stumble, it is what's going to cause many deaths and misery."

"Show yourself!" he demanded.

You took a step out of the darkest corner. Looking him in the eye.

"Maybe it really was the rain," noticing how drenched he was.

"Who are you?"

"Do they no longer teach our stories? I am a sorceress."

"Don't be ridiculous, magic doesn't exist."

"Are you blind to both of your eyes?" you asked slightly laughing as you lifted your hand to your left eye and dragged down your middle finger.

Aemond could only watch as a scar identical to his appearing. "Although I prefer ruby, I like red more." you said as you opened your eye and now it was replaced by a red stone. Aemond lifted his sword higher.

He could only watch as you looked around as if you were trying out your new eye.

"You can fight like this?" you asked.

"How dare you mock me!"

"I am not. I admire it. Your eye is special." Aemond put his sword against your neck, it surely didn't phase you as you took a step towards him, letting the sharp edge cut your skin slightly as it drew a little blood.

Aemond was more shocked by this as he moved his sword back, lowering it.

"You are very special, My Prince." Aemond felt as if you were reading his mind, he didn't like it. But at the same time, there was something about it that he enjoyed. "I can almost see you, you have the power but we both know you would be the one on your knees for me."

Aemond could only blink and look into your eyes. You smiled, a wicked smile but sweet at the same time.

"My Prince is speechless. I am truly honoured to know that I still have my charm. You came in here because of the rain but I know it was something... higher."

"I have made a terrible mistake."

"I am aware. Killing the young boy... you have no idea what you started."

"Can you help me? Make things right?"

"Depends on how well you use your tongue."

"I can convince you, when I came in here I didn't expect to find a sorceress. But I have power, money or whatever you wish for in exchange for your help. My uncle would come for me to kill me, I can feel it."

"I have to be honest, I didn't mean speaking when I said to use your tongue. I always found your family, well as a matter of fact all royal families interesting. I can save your life, but I will not interfere with anyone else's."

"What do you mean?"

"The others will die, and I will do nothing about them. But when your time comes, I can save you from death. Take it or leave it." Aemond looked deep in thought.

"Do I have time to think on this?"

"Of course, I was heading to sleep when you barged in, we can talk about this in the morning, sleep by the fire, keep warm or you'll catch a cold."

---

Aemond didn't sleep.

His thoughts keeping him up.

He debated your offer.

Was he truly so selfish he was ready to watch others die while he lives?

In the morning, you made him food as you placed a plate in front of him.

"You would lose one family member." you said.

"One? If you help me or if you don't?"

"Either way. Oh no sorry, technically it's two."

"Who?"

"I will tell you, but I will erase your memory of everything once you make your decision. You will only remember the decision. For a kiss."

"Alright. I wish to know."

You sat down next to him by the table.

"This war you started will cause many deaths. People would kill dragons, you will lose your nephew and your sister. Aegon will get burnt, you will sit on the throne while he is healing. Your mother... while she won't die she would lock herself into her room. Losing her children would do that. You... You will die in battle against your uncle. You will drown on your dragon while Daemon dies as his dragon falls on him."

"What about Rhaenyra?"

"Aegon kills her with his dragon. The only death I can avoid is yours. But if you wish not to live than so be it."

"Why would you help me?"

"I'm bored. I have lived in this mountain for far too long. I haven't seen a person since forever. I am bored to death. I wish to play with you, and in exchange I can save your life."

"What do you want from me?"

"Your fingers, your mouth and your cock. I want your body and soul, Prince Aemond. There is a spell, it would make it so that you are mine and I am yours, our lives bound together. If you die, I die. I would feel your pain as you would feel mine. However, I cannot die. Nothing could hurt me."

"How is that possible?"

"My mother was a strong mage. When she gave birth to me, she put a spell on me. I cannot die, the only thing that could take me is time. And I have a lot of time, My Prince."

"I would be stupid enough not to take your offer. You require me to bed you, in exchange for my life."

"You will soon realize, Prince Aemond, I require much more than just your bed. As I have said, your body and soul would be mine and mine alone. I do not share my toys."

Aemond slightly flinched at your tone. A toy. That is what he would be.

"My shiny handsome toy. For now."

"And what if you get bored of me?"

"Do you see the future, Prince Aemond?"

"No."

"I do. I see yours and I can say, you will not bore me. So, with all that, deal?" you put your hand out to him on the table. He looked at your palm then at your face.

As he said, he would be stupid enough not to take this deal.

He put his hand into yours.

"Deal." and you smiled once more.

He blinked as he saw your smile, a wicked smile but sweet at the same time. He looked around a bit disoriented.

Your magic was truly strong.

The deal was made.

Part 2

A/N: Apologies if the future described here is not true to the books. I have not read the books only done a little research. Hope you still enjoyed this!

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Chapter 9: A night to remember

Dipper POV

"Pinetree!" I hear Bill shout, disturbing my sightseeing.

I sigh, turning around and walking inside. "Yes, Bill?"

"I just wanted to introduce you to the interdimensional criminals and nightmares I call my friends! Eight ball -"

"Cryptos, zanthar, teeth, keyhole, hexagon, morphing shape, Pyronica, pacifier, and those flying eyeballs currently creating your throne of stone humans as we speak." I said, cutting him off while looking at his friends blankly. I know who they all are. I pacifically remember eight ball and teeth.

Bill pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "well alright wise guy."

"Bill, where did you get this puppet from?" Eight ball said.

"Yeah! He's sucking the joy from this party!" Teeth shouts while holding a glass of wine.

"I don't know you two. He's kind of cute." Pyronica said, stepping uncomfortably closer to me.

"Oh, shut up horn face. You flirt with anything that moves." Keyhole said while pushing her. The two begin to fight over matters that did not concern me.

I feel someone... or something behind me. I jump, turning around while subconsciously pulling my pocket knife out. I hear everyone burst into laughter, except Bill. I glance at him, the look of pity colored his features, but is quickly masked by a wide grin.

"What use could this flesh bag be?" Pacifier said, in a threatening tone.

Before I can fire back at the damn thing, Bill cuts it. "Quiet down! If it wasn't for pinetree here, none of this would be possible! Treat him with a little respect, and no one gets hurt. Or killed. Depends on my mood."

No one said a word. They look shock, some whispering and questioning Bill's response. I sigh. Now I'm irritated, and nothing good happens when I'm irritated.

"Why is it so quiet?! Let's party!" Bill cheers.

The tense atmosphere quickly vanishes, replaced by cheers and loud music. I cringe, the loud music giving me a headache.

"Bill." I call out nervously through my mind, hoping he can hear me.

I watch as Bill glances at me from his throne. He slowly floats down towards me. "Yes, my pinetree?" He hums calmly.

"The music is giving me a headache... And bringing bad memories. I'm going to look around. And think of a plan to break the dome."

Bill nods his head in understanding, petting my head as if I'm a dog. I slap his hand away with a frown. "Ok. Just call my name if you need anything."

"Fine. But no petting me. This will not become a thing."

"Awwwww, but it's so cute watching you get all flustered~"

I blush unwillingly, turning away from him. "Fuck off!"

As I voice my response through my mind, one of Bill's friends calls him over for a round of 'spin the human' he looks at me with a smirk. "See ya pinetree!"

I roll my eyes, beginning my journey around the triangle shaped castle. It's strange....remembering how Bill nearly killed both Mable and I. How everyone thought he was gone the moment Stan memories were erased. I'm sure it didn't take Ford Long to realise that Bill simply returned to the mindscape of his dimension.

I chuckle, tracing my fingers along the wall. I smile bitterly as I begin to laugh. "The moment everything went back to normal my life slowly... but surely became a living hell. She had the nerve to cry.. in front of me?! That bitch!" I shout, punching the wall. I hiss, looking down at my now bloody knuckle. I sigh, "I really need to calm down and -"

I'm cut off by a strong shove to the shoulder, pushing me to the ground. "Ack! Hey, what the hell-"

I'm cut off yet again by a kick to the stomach. I gag, struggling to breathe since the wind is knocked out of me. I look up to see Pacifier. I clench my jaw in anger. "What the hell is your prob- AH!"

I cry out from him, picking me up by my hair. I felt my body begin to shake from fear and frustration. This is bringing back memories I wish never existed.

"You're nothing flash bag. Just a pathetic, weak human. Bill helped you achieve his own goal while using you. Face it human, you're nothing but a skin puppet." It's deep voice said, venom dripping from its tone.

I feel tears welling in my eyes as I bite down on my lip as it starts to bleed. I spit in its face, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Fuck. You. You damn baby demon!" I shout.

Its face stays stone cold, showing no expression. It reaches for my arm, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly. I whimper and shout in agony, hearing the bone snap out of place. I close my eyes, thinking of one name... the only being I know I can trust.

"Bill!"

Within a millisecond, I feel a par of strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly and protectively. I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a very angry Bill. I glance around, noticing a hole in the wall, smoke flowing out of Bill's index finger. He looks down at me worriedly. "Are you alright, pinetree?"

I smile but whince in pain. "M-my arm...."

He looks at my arm, the rage in his eyes growing. "Oh... Don't think human arms bend that way.." he said and poked it.

"Ack! Bill, you idiot stop! Just fix it!"

"Uh...are you sure? It's going to hurt. I'm not a gentle demon, you know."

I chuckle. "I don't want to meet a gentle demon. That'll be weird, don't you think?"

"Oh, the irony! Anyways, get ready...three two-"

I shout in pain, my eyes watering. "B-BILL YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO COUNT TO ONE! NOT END AT TWO! YOU IDIOT DORITO!"

He simply shrugs his shoulders, which only makes me want to strangle him. "You should be grateful I fixed it."

"No. That hurt so bad..." I whine, slowly moving my now fixed arm. "What happened to um....Pacifier?"

"I blast him through the wall. Glad he didn't come back inside. I would've killed him."

I roll my eyes, wiggling out of his arms. "Isn't there a room where I can rest? And plan for our next move?"

Bill nods his head but grabs my hand. "Always reading and planning! Why don't you loosen up a bit?"

"No thanks. The sooner we break down the dome, the sooner -"

"Everyone, listen up! Go and break down that dome! And don't back back until you're black and blue in the face!" Bill shouts, everyone leaving except cryptos.

"I....I'm already black in the face..." He points out with a wide grin.

"LEAVE!" Bill shouts, his form red and suddenly huge.

Cryptos yelps, running to the entrance and jumping out. Bill calms down, turning to face me with a wicked grin. "Now we are all alone. So, no lame human excuses."

I groan, placing my thumb and index finger against the bridge of my nose. "Alright, fine, fine. What do you want to do, Bill?"

He floats around me in circles, rubbing his hand against his chin while he thinks. A lightbulb appears over his head before disappearing in blue flames. He looks at me with a devilish grin, leaning closely to my face.

"Remember the time you had against that tree? After killing those three flesh bags?"

I blush heavily, looking away from him. "Y-yes....what about it?"

"I want to do things of that nature! What's it called...sex? We reproduce differently as demons."

"Y-you want to sleep with me? N-now?!" I shout in complete embarrassment.

"What? Do you not want me?" Bill questions in a mocking tone, enjoying the scene before him.

"O-of course I want you! I-Its just...subben....coming from you." I admit. There's no point in lying.

"Great!" He picks me up and snaps his fingers.

We appear in a huge bedroom. The colors consist of red, yellow, gold, and black. Typical Bill. He throws me on the bed, which is surprisingly soft. He stares at me from the foot of the bed, his hands behind his back.

"Wh-what?" I ask nervously. "Why are you just standing there?"

"Put on a show for me. Like the one I mentioned before."

I'm sure my face is completely red at this point. It's different doing it while thinking about him... but in front of him!? Well, technically, he was watching me in the forest....he even - NO!

"B-Bill I can't...it's to em-embarrassing...."

He frowns, snapping his fingers as my clothes disappear. "I don't think I asked. I gave you an order....now do it."

I blush heavily, the dominace oozing from him in waves. "Y-yes Bill..." I whisper, losing my composer.

"I can't hear you, pinetree. Louder. And you look at me when I'm talking to you."

I look up at him, placing two fingers in my mouth. "Yes, Bill." I said, not breaking eye contact.

I turn around, my back facing him. I lower myself into the bed, my back arched and ass up. He demands a show, and that's what I'll grant him. I remove my saliva covered fingers from my mouth, rubbing them against my hole before sliding them in.

"F-.....Fuuuuck~" I moan, slowly moving my fingers in and out, readying myself for Bill.

"Look at me." He said with a frown through his teeth.

I turn my head to look at him, the sounds of my moans and sticky fingers going in and out of me filling the room. I stare into his eyes, enjoying the fire beneath them.

"B-Bill~," I moan loudly, pushing my fingers deep inside.

I notice him shift, becoming bothered by the tent in his dress pants. I smirk as he frowns. He leans over the bed, pulling my fingers out and replacing them with his.

"Bill! Aaahh~"

He uses his other hand to reach down and grab my neck, lifting me up so that I'm leaning against him. He squeezes tightly but gently. I moan out, enjoying the heat rush through my body from his touch.

"You smirking at me like that? It seems like you were mocking me. Were you pinetree?" He whispers in my ear before blowing and biting it.

"Nn-aahhh...n-no bill I wasn't- aahh!" I cry out, feeling him slide his fingers even deeper, twisting them around.

"And now you lie to me? Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, but you would like that now, wouldn't you? Damn slut."

I whimper at his words. I didn't think Bill can say such terms. He changes our positions. He's now resting against the head of the bed, his legs stretched out with a smirk on his face.

He licks his lips before resting his hands behind his head. "Undress me. Now."

I waste no time taking his shoes off. I undo the zipper to his pants, pulling them down quickly. My eyes widen to the huge boner poking against his underwear. I stare into his eyes, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of his yellow dress shirt.

"You're going to regret teasing me like this pinetree." He growls.

I remove his bowtie, throwing it to the ground. I lean closer to give him a kiss on his neck. "I think I'll enjoy whatever you have in store." I hum, kissing down his chest and stomach.

I slowly remove his underwear, his boner spaking me in my face. I stare at his length in shock. IT'S HUGE! I hear him chuckle, making me look at him. "B-Bill it's so -"

"Less talking, more sucking pinetree."

I glup, slowly wrapping my hand around him. I feel myself break out into a nervous sweat. "I have to be great for Bill...." I thought to myself before sliding his tip into my mouth.

I feel him tense as he grips my hair harshly. I glance up at him, slowly forcing more of him into my mouth. He relaxes as his head leans back.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck~ j-just like that Dipper.." he goans, gripping my hair a bit tighter.

I whimper, bobbing my head up and down at a slow pace while gripping and twisting my hand around the rest. I twirl my tongue around his tip, sucking roughly.

Bill moans and looks down at me. "O-oh damn...Y-you can do better than that dipper~," he said, reaching over to slap my ass.

I yelp, lift my head up for air, and drool all over his dick. I stare into his eyes and lick my lips. "Yeah... you're right." I hum before taking a quarter of his left in my mouth, leaving a little of his length so I won't gag. I move my head up and down quickly while twisting and twirling my tongue, flicking his tip a few times. I feel spit slip pass my lips as I suck roughly.

He tenses, placing his other free hand deep into my brown locks. "F-Ffff! Fuck! D-Dipper~....s-so close!" He groans out, his breathing becoming irregular.

He forces my head down, taking him whole into my mouth. I gag as my eyes water, feeling his body begin to shake slightly. "P-PINETREE!~" Bill shouts, cumming loads into my mouth as his eyes roll back.

I glup everything down, pulling my head up as I gasp. I cough, glaring at him. "Bill, you idiot-"

He smiles, but his eyes are still in the back of his head. "Oh, pinetree.....And I thought pain was hilarious...that was damn comical." He said, his eyes turning back to normal but in a daze.

I raise an eyebrow in worry. "Uh Bill..are you alright, h-hey!-"

He cuts me off by pulling me into his lap, slapping both ass cheeks. "I'm not done just yet, pinetree." I yelp, blush covering my face. He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my face down to his as he slams his lips to mine. I hum, slowly closing my eyes. I grind my ass against his dick, enjoying the soft hums in between kisses.

I pull away, looking at him with begging eyes. "B-Bill...please...make me yours."

"You need a little education in the begging deportment." Bill chuckles, rubbing his length in between my ass cheeks.

"A-ah! please! Oh, Bill, pleaseeee~ I'll do anything!"

He raised an eyebrow, moving his hands to my waist. "Then ride it. Ride it like you own it."

I don't argue. Bill knows just how long I wanted this. He knows how long I wanted to be his. To be one with each other. This...is all I've ever wanted.

I slowly lower myself onto him and tighten my grips on his shoulders. I hiss at the burning sensation, my body feeling as if it's on fire. "B-Bill I-I.."

"Shhhhhhh." He whispers into my ear. Take your time, baby... I'm all yours..ahhh~" he moans, licking the top of my ear.

I whine, my hole slowly but surely adjusting to his size. I begin moving my hips slowly, my back arching with each thrust. "O-oh yesssss~" I moan.

Bill watches me with a lustful gaze. "Yeah....j-just like that... you're doing great, my little pinetree aahhh~, he moans, leaning his head down to lick my left nipple while also pitching and pulling the other. "Y-you're so tiiiiight!"

My eyes roll back, moving my hips faster. "Yes! M-more Bill, please!" I beg.

He starts sucking on my nipple again, flicking his tongue against it. My mind goes completely blank as I stop my movements, tensing up around him. The pleasure is to much, to much to concentrate on riding him.

"B-B-Bill.....h-help please...t-to much..so gooood~" I whine.

"As you wish my dear pinetree..." He said while spreading my ass checks, ramming into me.

His deep, long strokes start off slow and gentle but quickly become rough and sloppy. I cry out in pure ecstasy, drool sliding down the corners of my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, screaming to the feeling of him slamming into my prostate.

"YES YES YES! R-RIIIIIIGHT THERE~" I cry, tears appearing on the corners of my eyes.

"I-I'm close p-pinetree.... FUCK! Dipper~" Bill moans before biting down into my neck, feeling his teeth sink into my flesh.

I slam my hips down, meeting him with his thrust. "FUCK FUCK FUCK YESSSSS!~ C-CUMMING....c-cumming~" I shout, my body and hole tensing around him. I cling onto him for dear life, waiting to calm down from my high.

Bill cums seconds later, filling my me with his sticky, thick fluids. I feel my body burn from head to toe as if it's on fire, but in a good way. I rest my head against his, goosebumps appearing all over my body, even my face.

Bill pants, coming down from his high. "W-wow...pinetree that was -"

"Amazing..." I smile, kissing his lips softly. "I feel... so hot..." I yawn, closing my eyes.

Bill picks me up from his lap. He lays down, placing me next to him and my head on his chest. "We did just have a very 'heated' session." He smirks.

I open up eyes and look at him, frowning. "Your puns are not funny." I said blankly, yawning again.

Bill pouts, rolling his eyes. "Whatever..." He said while snapping his fingers, the lights turning off in our room.

I hum against his chest, closing my eyes. I can't shake the burning blaze of heat resting in my heart, brain, and core. It feels...off yet comforting and soothing.

"I love you... Bill..." I whisper, not knowing if it was loud enough for him to hear.

Before I hear or wait for a response, my mind shuts down for sleep, replaying the events of this night on repeat.

This will forever be a night to remember..

[peachymilkandcream]

Second Chance|Levi x Evelyn AU

Request: A second chance one shot with Evelyn and Levi. They broke up but he’s been stalking her ever since conveniently showing up when she’s at her worst because he’s been waiting for this.

(A/N: The request is from me haha, I wanted to do something a little interesting and different so I hope you guys like it! I might have to do a part two, or a full series if anyone's interested, just let me know!)

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, wishing rape upon someone, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, blackmail, revenge porn, murder, second chance, stalking, etc.

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Evelyn had been blissfully free from her ex for months now. The only ties to him left the occasional time checking his social media and seeing what he was up to. It wasn't for being hung up on him or anything, it was more so making sure that he was moving on himself and was finally over it. Levi hadn't been entirely thrilled about the news that Evelyn wanted to break up and was kicking him out of their shared apartment.

He had been upset and brooding the whole time, asking her again and again if she was sure she wanted to do this. They could go to couple's counselling, work things out. This was a mistake, she was throwing away a whole relationship for what.

When he asked the reason she couldn't give a straight answer. The truth was he was controlling, everything from the way her hair was cut to her most recent manicure was all decided by him.

Currently her nails were being redone, Levi had sent her with a particular color, one that he later confessed with pride was the shade of his tip. That was the final straw, she was done with everything being about him and sex. Granted, she had lost her innocence to him and he never gave her a reason to hate it, but still. She was tired of that being all he cared about.

On his socials Levi was partying it up, showing him with his friends, going out to dinners, and acting as if she didn't exist. Her pictures with him were still up, but he supposed he couldn't make him go back and delete every memory over the past two years just because of them.

It brought her relief, she thought that he would be distraught, showing up at her apartment every day until she took him back. It was good to seem him move on in a healthy way.

She never had to worry about him again.

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Levi hadn't moved on. Since he worked from home he set up one of his monitors for work and the other for the security system he had installed in their apartment before he left. He wanted to make sure no man came and tainted her from him. Levi wanted to see and hear what she was going through and know if she missed him, if she wanted him back, or if there was a weakness he could find.

So far nothing good had happened. Thankfully she was in a so called healing process so she wasn't interested in other men just yet. He had time.

With a sigh of finality Levi finished in time with his love, he had been watching her take care of herself through the camera, not mentioning another man's name either. He was sure she missed that aspect of him, even if she didn't admit it. Levi had left an imprint on her life that couldn't be so easily erased. He would come back and win her affections.

After Evelyn had finished she got a phone call with her friend, leaving it on speakerphone.

"So have you been missing Levi?"

"Well there's certain things I miss, but I'm better off without him."

"Move on girl, date some guys, hook up. Levi was your only guy so you need to get some experience."

"I don't think I'm ready for that just yet."

"Okay fine, but eventually. What about that cute guy at your work?"

"Warren? He's kind of out of my league."

"Are you serious? Levi was way hotter than he was and you had to end it with him!"

"Maybe, I'll give it a go. He's nice enough."

"Seriously, get out there. Have some fun, use protection."

"I will, you don't have to remind me."

"I think I do, I don't know but I wouldn't put it past Levi to baby trap you, and it worried me sometimes."

"Levi didn't know I was on birth control, it's okay."

"Good. Just try to forget about him."

"I will. Talk to you later."

They hang up, Evelyn looking happier, while Levi couldn't look more enraged. How dare she put ideas into Evelyn's head?! That was his girl, and now he had competition to work with? And she had been going behind his back this whole time. Evelyn would pay for this. He wouldn't take it lightly.

Levi would get back with her, and he would make her pay for what she'd done. Evelyn would love him again.

[jaw-writes]

When You...

When you commit genocide, the loudest screams are forced out of the innocent. Hundreds, thousands, ring out at pitches so high that dogs' ears burst. An immeasurable amount of pain is created, and no one is spared, from infants to elders. When you want a group off the face of the earth no exceptions are made.

Yet, despite how painfully deafening it is, most of the world doesn't hear it. Some never know about it and if they do, they take a moment to feel sorrow and proceed to put in earplugs. I can’t say I always blame them, I wish I could do the same, but I can’t, because I am a descendant of those who are being slaughtered. My parents, their parents, and their parents before have all existed under oppression. My blood carries generations from a dying people and culture. A group that is suffering in refugee camps as I stand here before you today. 

There is mourning built into my DNA. My bone marrow is a mix of lost souls. My face a combination of features that have been torn apart. The brown skin that binds me, a color regimes have tried to bleach. My hair, eyes, and skin, all shades that people want to be washed away in favor of a light canvas. Memories of mass murder have remained fresh in my mind. Stretching and sculpting my perception with trauma, to the point I can’t imagine having the privilege of living without it. I only exist as I am today because others like me weren't allowed to. 

Some can try to argue that my people deserved it. That far too many of us are dirty and in need of washing. This cleansing has multiple meanings. To wash away our heritage, and force our traditions and beliefs to die with us. To wash away our claim to land, leave us without homes so the majority gains more. To wash away our blood, slaughter us all, and burn the remains. Then, lastly, and this is the most important piece of the demented puzzle, to wash away our history. If no one remembers what the world lost, no one can grieve or hold you accountable.

Now, with how complex and cruel that process is, you have to wonder, what drives a single person to think that it’s okay? Let alone entire societies. Well, every maniac has a different tail they spin to themselves, and the masses, but it all ties back to one thing. Superiority. The idea is that whatever group you are attacking is less deserving of what you’re fighting them over, even if that is something as inherent as the right to live. You are in the right in your views, there's is backward. They are villains who seek to harm those who do nothing wrong, you are the hero who does what is right. They are criminal, they are rotten, they are filthy. You are lawful, you are pure, you are clean. So, it’s only your divine right to cleanse.

When you experience genocide, you and your loved ones scream so loud that they rip their vocal cords. Hundreds, thousands, of people you knew in your everyday life are abused and taken away like they are nothing more than weeds on a lawn. A pain you can’t put into words is created, and no one is safe, from your parent to your child. When you are part of a group being erased from the world and the minds in it, you are not an exception.

[starslovechasers]

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

They sat in silence. How else are you meant to sit with a boy you once loved so much that it hurt to breathe? But no, James and Regulus were more than that. Their love story wasn’t simply painful, it was a normal Romeo and Juliet story. It was wretched, rotting. Cursed longer than their souls had existed, cursed before their bloodlines started. There was no universe or alternate timeline in which they ever had a happy story, that didn’t stop them from both wishing they did. In their most impossible dreams, they pretended like it was. Yet neither of them would ever admit they were smart enough to know the truth.

James sat on the bench, his hands intertwined. If you looked close enough you could see he looked distant, in his thoughts– like, maybe he was pretending one of his hands wasn’t his own.

Regulus was sat next to him, avoiding eye contact. As always. So Incredibly close to James he could feel the warmth of his skin, yet he still seemed to be just out of James’ reach. James had always hated irony. If you followed Regulus’ gaze you could see him sneaking glimpses at James' hands, and at moments like these– maybe just maybe Regulus was pretending no different to how James was.

The war had ended a few months prior. Although Sirius had begun to forgive Regulus, mind you– slowly, James refused to enter a city with him in it, let alone share a bench with him until now.

Maybe it was something about this spot, about Hogwarts that made him softer. James wished it was strong enough to make him able to forgive, but yet some things aren’t even that strong.

James opened his mouth, Regulus prepared for the slap.

‘’You did some things that I can’t unabsorb.’ James’ spoke, each word careful. Eggshells.

Regulus deserved that he did. The mark on his forearm would forever be a reminder of that, and James. Oh pure and loving James Potter, even he had limits.

‘Well, you turned me into an idea of sorts.’ Regulus ground out. A defence mechanism, always. James had learned to know that type of response all too well, and yet despite the weight his words held, they didn’t hurt.

James let out a shaky laugh. ‘At least I won’t have to wonder if you’ve changed, still forever the same snarky git I fell in love with.’

Regulus’ heart flipped, but that feeling couldn’t erase the bitter tone that lingered on James’ words. They’d both changed. They both knew that, perhaps James’ fleeting joke was a final attempt to reminisce, Regulus didn’t overthink it.

Regulus’ gaze flicked to James as James leant back against the bench. Shuffling and adjusting, James took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. Regulus didn’t dare scoff, he didn’t know James’ anymore. Why should he be surprised?

James flipped it open, carelessly– he placed a cigarette between his teeth. Slipping the pack back into his pocket and fumbling for a lighter. Each movement slid together like clockwork, the marks of an old habit. Regulus wondered when it started.

‘You know what I’ve always wondered.’ James spoke, clicking the lighter. ‘If I sell my house, and you have some kids with some pureblood witch, will that make your memory of my hands fade?’ James' voice was cold, passive almost.

Regulus struggled to recognise the boy next to him. He couldn’t resist it anymore, so he turned to look at him. James met his eyes. Gone were the bright brown eyes of James Potter that Regulus had once loved so deeply, instead empty dark ones stared back at him. Lifeless, eyes that could only be found in someone who had seen so much loss. Regulus wondered which loss did it.

‘That was cold of you.’ Regulus mumbled weakly. Stupid, he scorned himself. You ruined him, yet you are the one who cowers at his presence, how awfully poetic.

‘Well, If you want to break my cold cold heart, you know what to say.’ James' voice came out bitter, he lit the cigarette and took a deep inhale. Slipping the lighter away, Regulus averted his gaze.

‘What, that I loved you? I do.’

James took the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled.

‘You didn’t,’ He laughed, tapping the ash away. ‘You may have needed me, but you needed them more. You just expect me to watch that– all of that happen, and believe that you still loved me?’

Regulus didn’t have to ask who he was talking about.

‘They’re gone James.’

James shrugged.

‘Big fucking whoop. What does that change? That may be true but so are other things. Like, you should have left with Sirius, but you didn’t. I should have stayed away from you, I didn’t. They should have been better parents, they weren’t.’

Regulus tried to ignore the feeling in the back of his throat. He couldn’t understand how sweet, good, James Potter was speaking to him like this. Not that he wasn’t wrong, He missed his James, and he hated himself for turning loving James into this person.

‘Why are you here James?’ Regulus somehow found the strength to say.

James looked at him, really looked at him.

‘You know that I loved you the way that you were? Why wasn’t that enough?’

James had always been stronger of the pair of them, but in that moment– He was the one who broke eye contact. He couldn’t bear to see Regulus’ eyes brim, no matter how much he hated him.

‘I don’t know, but I want to be better.’

‘It’s a bit fucking late for that.’ James took another deep puff, before chucking the cigarette on the floor before it burnt too close to his fingers. ‘You know what one of the worst parts is? For me, It was enough just to float in your orbit. Just being around you– I thought that it was all going to be okay, that whatever was going on would work itself out.’ James took a shaky breath, a fracture in his facade. ‘I wish that was enough for you.’

Regulus squeezed his eyes together. ‘You were enough James,’ He breathed. ‘You’ve always been enough–I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to choose you.’ James used that moment to steal a glance at him.

Regulus heard movement. Warm breath. Cinnamon. He let his eyes flutter open, James was watching him, carefully. His cold eyes had relaxed slightly, watching Regulus ever so intimately. Regulus resisted the urge to run his hands over his own arms.

James and Regulus had moved closer together, naturally. The space between them on the bench seemed to shorten with each breath. Regulus may have been too weak to choose them, but that didn’t mean James would ever stop being weak for him.

‘You’ve had too many moments of weakness, It’s not fair, I deserve one.’ James mumbled, eyes on Regulus’ lips.

‘Please, James.’ Regulus breathed. He was innately aware of his pounding heart, he had missed the smell of James, his touch. He ached for just a moment with him again. A certain type of release that could only be found through the embrace of James Potter.

The last thing Regulus heard fall from James’ lips sounded like a pained ‘God forgive me.’ but he wasn’t sure, he didn’t care, because James had broken the distance.

What started as a simple, gentle brush of lips turned quickly into a violent collision. A tongue feeling familiar to a gentle I miss you, evolved into passionate I hate you.

James’ hands fell to Regulus’ waist, gripping so hard he might have marked him, James though. Good. Let me mark you like how you have marked me. You’ve altered me body and soul, let me leave a small bruise. Please. Although the thoughts remained unsaid, it was as if Regulus already felt them in his bones. James and Regulus had always known each other so deeply, it was as if they could communicate through simple hums, rhythms that buzzed in each other's bones. They had always felt like one.

Regulus melted into the touch, the taste of James’ tongue euphoric. God he missed what it had felt like to be loved by James Potter. Hands in hair, an entanglement of limbs– that was always how it seemed to go with them. They still touched each other as if each touch was the last, if only they had known when they were younger that that feeling held some truth. Would Regulus have lingered a little longer? Would he have told James he loved him before it was over?

Regulus shut off his thoughts, and allowed him to revel in the feelings of James’ soft hands, which had made their way up to hold Regulus’ face ever so carefully– as if he was scared he’d break him. How sickly ironic, Regulus– a weak deatheater who’d succumbed to the sins of his parentage, weak and pliable in the hands of a boy who kissed and touched like the sun, a boy who represented everything that was left of good in the world.

The heat of the kiss has died down, and changed into gentle kisses, dampened by salt and the ache of what could have been.

James was the one to break it, leaning his head against Regulus’, neither of them dare open their eyes.

‘Will I always have to wonder, Regulus? Or do you think as a part of this being better, you could give me an answer?’

A beat. Regulus wanted to be better, he did that much was true, He just didn’t know how to.

‘I don’t have an answer for you James, I don’t think I ever will.’ Regulus whispered, his eyes didn’t move, frozen– clenched shut. Hiding. At that moment, James knew Regulus would always cower, he would never be able to be better, despite no matter how much they both wanted him to be better.

‘Guess I’ll always wonder.’

Regulus was left alone with only the sound of his own choking breaths. He didn't open his eyes till the air he breathed felt clean, he wasn’t sure he would ever stop missing the smoke. Guess he’d always wonder.

[the-golden-comet]

OC Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for the tag, @drchenquill !

I will have Ali from YWIMC answer these questions 🧞‍♂️✨

1. If you had the power to erase someones memories, who would it be and why?

Oh uh….well….haha. I…already can do that. In fact, I’ve erased past masters’s memories once they’ve used up all their wishes. I can’t have people getting suspicious of my existence, after all. In the wrong hands….it can mean much disaster.

2. Do you have a habit that you think would be considered weird by other people?

Hmmm…most of my habits pertain to my religion, sadiq. Fasting, praying….I’m not quite sure it’s weird as moreso outside of the normal for Noah’s peer group. But Noah doesn’t seem to mind; He lets me pray in his living room while he works on his assignments. He is an excellent host for that. I guess my father found it odd that I liked to cook so much, but Noah says that’s a normal thing for people to do. Not according to my father…that was “a job for your future wife…” as he would tell me if he were still alive.

3. If you had to choose just one drink to drink for the rest of your life, which one would it be and why?

It must be wine. Delicious, red, full body. Inshallah, if I could have wine every waking moment to forget the passage of time….how long has it been now? Almost 2,000 years since I’ve been cursed?! Dear Allah…I need a drink.

Your questions:

1. Do you have dreams/nightmares often, if at all?

2. What’s one item on your bucket list?

3. If you could be one animal, what would you be and why?

I’ll tag (no pressure): @fortunatetragedy @frostedlemonwriter , @autism-purgatory , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @billybatsonmylove , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , @fantasy-things-and-such , @cybercelestian , @diabolical-blue , @corinneglass , +open tag! ✨

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 3

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of misogyny

ao3 link  next chapter>>

“What are our three takeaways?” True to his word, Lorenzo had sat his brothers down in a small library and given them a lesson on how to correctly please a girl. Charles would never admit it, but he learned a lot. Being a prince under the scrutiny of the court, he didn’t have a lot of time to fool around with girls. Lorenzo was the only Leclerc brother who had gone all the way; and that was only because he tied the knot. 

Arthur groaned, running a hand over his face. The poor boy had been scarred for life. “Aim for the neck like a wild animal you want to kill, wiggling is great, and you’re horse racing.”

“Charles?” Lorenzo waited for him to translate Arthur’s words into something not as sarcastic.

“The neck is a sensitive spot,” Charles rattled off. “Don’t discount your fingers… down there. And change paces and speed.”

“Exactly.” Lorenzo nodded. “Trust me, your wives will thank me.”

“I’m not married yet!” Charles exclaimed, standing and stalking out of the room. He rubbed his temples, wanting to erase the memory of the last hour. Lorenzo had pulled out old medical books with diagrams Charles wanted to forget. His mind unwillingly went to you. Would sex be all that Lorenzo said it was? 

As if he had wished you into existence, you rounded the corner in front of him, following a maid. Your head was bowed and you shuffled along, as if you were a child awaiting punishment. That is not how a future princess of Enza should look, Charles thought. 

He had spent the past days under the careful eye of his mother, the Queen inputting her opinions whenever she could. Admittedly, Pascale had made him see things from your perspective. Charles thought about what it would be like moving to Williams where he would be leaving his family and didn’t know anyone- not even his future bride. He knew of the misogyny that was still held over the women of this continent and couldn’t imagine what you must be feeling. Having to play the silent, passive type, without knowing what Charles was like. What if he quelled your ideas with a flick of his hand? Or if he was abusive? Or wouldn’t take no for an answer? 

Charles had shuddered at those thoughts. The simple prospect that you might mistake him for a vulgar and insensitive man baffled him. 

“Excuse me,” Charles stepped in front of the maid that was escorting you. “May I ask where you’re taking Princess Y/n?”

“Your Highness!” The maid dropped into a low curtsy. “Princess Y/n is scheduled for a dress fitting. The seamstresses have made her wedding gown and need to make sure it fits.”

“That sounds lovely.” Charles found you staring at him sceptically. You looked away when he caught your eye. “Would you mind if I accompanied you?”

The maid turned back to you. It wasn’t her place to agree or refuse. You were the princess, after all.

You nodded. “I wouldn’t mind.” Prince Charles held out his arm and you placed yours over his. “How are you?” you asked. 

“Not bad. I was just lectured by my brother, though, so I could be better.” 

“Oh? What about?” 

“Anatomy.” 

You chuckled. “Yes, I received the same lecture from my older sister. It’s a shame older siblings tend to be so direct.” 

“Indeed it is.” Prince Charles shifted topics, “my mother said she had a lovely brunch with you yesterday.” 

“As did I.” You smiled at the memory. “She’s a wonderful woman, Prince Charles. Very considerate and sweet.” Queen Pascale has asked you many questions about yourself and never once brought up the impending marriage. She made you feel human and not just another thing to be auctioned off for the sake of your kingdom. 

“Have you met my brothers?” Prince Charles asked.

“Have you met mine?” Your reply was harsh and quick. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. No, I haven’t had the chance to officially meet your brothers yet.”

“I’m sorry as well,” Charles sympathised for you. You were expected to conform to his kingdom whereas he had never set foot in yours. “But your siblings, they’re coming to the wedding?”

“My eldest brother, sister, and my youngest brother.”

“What of your other two sisters?” You were surprised he remembered you had two more siblings.

“Um,” you stumbled for the correct wording. “Their husbands are too busy.”

“Can’t they come alone?” Charles realised his mistake. Your sisters couldn’t travel without their husband’s permission. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He promised himself that he would always allow you to do what you wanted. He wanted you to feel so safe and welcomed and loved that you didn’t even ask him for permission. 

“It’s alright.”

“Your Highness, my Lady,” the maid addressed you, pushing open a door. Prince Charles guided you through it and into an expansive room. Many seamstresses were running about, putting the finishing touches on gowns and robes and tunics for the wedding. Bundles of fabric were thrown about the place and practically every seamstress had pins sticking out of their hair to fix the clothes of the royal family. Tailor dummies were positioned around the room, each in front of a large mirror. You saw King Hervé, Queen Pascale, Prince Lorenzo, and Prince Arthur’s outfits. You didn’t see yours or Prince Charles’s. Once you and Prince Charles stepped in the room the hectic energy ceased in time for everyone to curtsy before returning to their task. 

“Princess Y/n!” A man called out to you. “My name is Esteban! Call me Este! I’m the head tailor for Enza. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Charles hid a smile at Este’s enthusiasm.

“Hello Este!” You reached out and grabbed his hand to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Are these all your designs?”

“Yes, of course!” Este gestured around. “Do you like them?”

“They’re beautiful!” 

“Would you like to see yours?” Este couldn’t stop beaming. He was so excited to show you the gown he designed.

“Yes, please!” Something about Este radiated intoxicating energy and you loved it. You felt excited for the first time in a long while.

“Come on, stand here,” Este pushed you towards a small pedestal in front of a mirror. “Monica! Help the princess.”

A seamstress rushed over to you and started unbuttoning your dress. “Uh, pardon me,” you instinctively jerked away. “What are you doing?” Your gaze flickered to Prince Charles. His eyes were anywhere but you.

“I’m sorry, my Lady, but we need to make sure the dress fits.” She kept unbuttoning. “You may still keep your slip-on.” 

Soon you were reduced to nothing. Standing, literally, on a pedestal in front of everyone, you were only wearing a flimsy little linen chemise. Your arms were crossed in front of you and you were staring at your toes. 

“Are you sure Prince Charles should be here for this?” You asked, “Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the wedding gown?”

“Nonsense!” Este waves you away. “It’ll give us a chance to make sure his suit fits as well. Go on up!” Este pushed Prince Charles onto the adjourning pedestal. “Take it off,” he demanded.

Prince Charles smiled sheepishly at you and started unbuttoning his tunic. You looked away when he started on his pants. Soon, both you and your future husband were dressed only in your undergarments and you still had three weeks until the wedding. 

“Princess Y/n,” Este dragged over a large swath of pink material. “I know we said a red dress, but I couldn’t let you have a wedding without a somewhat white dress. I would feel terrible. So, if you mix red and white, what do you get?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. “A lovely rose colour!” Este bunched the dress on the floor so you could step in. Once you did, a team of seamstresses swarmed you, hooking, buttoning, and tying everything into its correct place. “And don’t you worry, Prince Charles,” Este winked at the prince. “It’s much easier to get off than it is to put on.” Charles nodded, chuckling awkwardly.

“Wow…” Once the seamstresses stepped back proudly, you took yourself in. The dress was one of the softest, yet heaviest things you had ever worn. To account for Enza’s weather and the fact that you and Prince Charles would be paraded around town after the wedding, your sleeves were thin and airy. Paired with a sweetheart-neckline and a tight corset which exploded into a thick skirt, it was beautiful. Lace and small jewels cascaded down the gown. 

Charles let out a breath. He saw you admiring yourself in the mirror and smiled. You felt beautiful. He wanted you to feel beautiful more often. He liked your expression when you did. 

“It’s wonderful,” you told Este, grinning. “I didn’t think I would like it this much. But would it be possible to lose a layer of fabric? Enza is much warmer than Williams and I wouldn’t want to sweat.” The honesty surprised Charles. Once you arrived in Enza, Charles had quickly realised that you would conform your emotions to whatever others wanted. If you didn’t like the food at the dinner table, you would eat it anyway in fear of offending the cooks. It surprised Charles that you were openly asking for adjustments.

“Of course, Princess!” Este rushed to take notes. “And let’s take it in here, here, and see that stitch right there? I don’t love it.” He started directing the seamstresses who pulled out pins and did what Este commanded. “And Chelsea! Where’s Prince Charles’s outfit?”

Chelsea stopped sewing and swept up the cloth. She helped Charles climb into the royal mantle. The jacket was blue with golden threads stitched over it. Pressed white tunic and pants added to the wedding outfit and you could almost picture a crown on Prince Charles’ head, shining brightly. Chelsea clipped on a white and black cloak. He looked regal. Granted, he was a prince. He was always regal.

“You look good,” you commented. 

“As do you,” Charles wasn’t looking at the gown; he was looking at you.

You broke eye contact and asked Este, “is there anything else we can do for you?”

“No, this all looks beautiful!” Este said. “Let’s get you two undressed so we can make the final adjustments.”

You agreed, saying, “I may have to visit here more often. I adore these dresses you have,” you referenced other gowns that lined the walls. “And I would like to alter some of my existing outfits. Maybe get rid of some of the sleeves and layers?”

“Anytime, Princess! We would love to have you down here!” Este clapped excitedly. “Welcome to the Enza family!”

You took a deep breath. The Enza family. You needed to buy the Foundling Villa, and soon.

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Undertale/ISAT crossover thoughts

Don't really want to write one myself (already got enough fics I'm failing to write XD) but ever since I finished In Stars and Time I've been thinking how I'd write a crossover between these two amazing games and I figured I'd share my notes in case anyone needs a bit of help/motivation in writing their own~ =D

Warning: These will mostly be in 'order of thought' as it's all barebones stuff. Also contains FULL spoilers for both Undertale and In Stars and Time so er, if you're still looking to play those/still getting through them don't read this and please play this incredible games.

Mt Ebott is located on The Island and the shattering of the Barrier brings the ability to see color back to all those on the (ISAT) surface.

Humans losing the ability to see color in ISAT was due to them/the 'wish wizards' of The Island sacrificing it (along side their seven strongest 'colour casters') in a Wish Craft ritual, naturally leading to humanity losing most of their 'colour magic' knowledge.

Undertale's 'sepia flashbacks' were all Chara's memories of how the world looked to them, BUT once in the Underground they were able to see (and remember things on the Surface) in color (hence the whole 'golden flowers' bit; it was still mostly just a cover story but Chara genuinely wished that they could see their favorite flower field as the 'gold' they realized it was rather than the 'mid tones' they saw it as on the Surface).

...The 'erasure' of the Island I'm thinking might've been accidentally poor Chara and Asriel's fault: with Chara's 'ritual' killing of themselves via buttercup taking three days to happen, Chara being from the Island insisting Asriel always give them flowers in groups of three, seven and thirteen, and an entire Underground filled with tons and tons of 'trapped' wishes from monster kind for their freedom combining with Chara's self loathing/desire to hurt those who hurt them trapping them in a loop that Just. Wouldn't. End. until Chara eventually snapped and pulled a 'May these people, this Island, EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WHO'D EVER HURT THE MONSTERS I LOVE including me BE ERASED UNTIL THE MONSTERS ARE FREE!' and um. Welp. There went an entire nation... (also Flowey eventually remembered some of this but only after going back to being Flowey post Asriel and probably it took a while for him to sort through all that).

Which er, means in this fic, that the people of The Island and the Island itself are still 100% there but they've all spent roughly 8 years or so all blitzed out of their minds: Need to think of Chara's exact wish wording so its not just 'corpses everywhere' but very good odds the people on the Island were either running on full automatic for years or able to remember some stuff but only if they very very carefully did not think of themselves as their own countrymen/used the languages of elsewhere/were careful not to think of where they were as any actual location within their country...

...Which naturally would effect the kids by far the most as their very language is basically a brown note (bilingual types could at least swap over to a different language but likely most of The Island was rendered silent) and well, pretty hard to remember Mt Ebbot is the mountain that must not be climbed when you can't think of the locations around you by name and the adults may or may not remember the kids exist half the time so... Yeah. Cue a lot of kids climbing up the mountain due to both lack of warnings and increased chances of feeling ignored/isolated/hurt.

Aka why in Undertale we can never hear/read anything Frisk says, why the monsters outside of Flowey/Asriel never refer to Chara by name and why no one remembers Frisk's name until after the Barrier shatters: Chara's 'Wish' couldn't be broken until then.

Not sure where all the anime and high tech that's washing into the Underground is coming from but either The Island used to be a massive tech hub prior to memory erasure, a LOT of tech was lost along with the loss of color or The Island's memory erasure in the ISAT world color magitech? maybe the wizards tried to seal away more than just monsters?, or IDK maybe the Underground barrier techincally had them displaced outside of Space and Time a bit and the garbage that was washing in was from literally everywhere thanks to the Universe wanting to help them or something (side note: realizing the memory erasure from Chara may have accidentally snipped Universe worship from the monsters as well since they clearly venerate the stars also but well. That longing for the stars DID cause them pain so..).

Imagining that Siffrin and party are in Bambouche meeting Bonnie's sister (or idk, having a vacation or reunion there if you wanna give Siff a bit more recovery/'explaining his issues to his family' time) when the Barrier is broken and all the colors come rushing back. Best first sunset ever (right before the entire Surface world kinda flips out over color, and to a lesser extent those familiar with The Island start remembering more and more details as the 'curse' weakens a little with every monster leaving Mt Ebbot) followed up by Siffren and the others absolutely losing their minds over how beautiful the stars are with just a tiny bit of color to them (the stars no longer being passively pushed out of people's awareness helps).

Anyway next day the party realize they have to investigate: Partly because Siff is well, kind of losing their mind over being able to see and remember home a little, but also because W.T.F and the Island is clearly the epicenter of everything going on. ...Also Siff may remember childhood stories about colors being locked away to serve as warning for if the Monsters returned so um. That's could be a thing.

Meanwhile the Monsters are getting a MUCH warmer reception from the local humans than they ever could've imagined (accidentally saving a nation from enforced amnesia kinda does that) and are also very confused as to why no one knows who they should get in contact with for formal alliance stuff (not sure if The Island has much of a government left at this point honestly...)

Would Flowey and the ghosty Chara acompanying Frisk count as Sadnesses???

... And er, that's all I got plot/setup wise. Most of my brain energy had been spent on imagining what soul colors all the ISAT cast have and also 'What Pokemon would they all be if they ended up in a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon game?' so have a list with my reasoning on that front! =D

Siffrin: Blue/Integrity - Might seem like an odd choice given his constant lying/acting but like. Given all of the memory erasure and the torture of the loops Siffrin's absolute refusal to compromise his family's happiness/safety or use the loops for literally anything not 'helping family/ending the loops' based (even when he's basically losing his mind and could really use just... Taking a loop or three to goof off or something) just screams how devoted he is to what he believes in and well, the amount he lies syncs up well with how insane he's going so yeah. Siffren is an Integrity soul who's having a really really hard time being true to himself due to all the wobbie breaking he's gone through all his life. Specifically I like to picture his soul as a very dark, deep black/blue with little pinpricks of other colored light (mostly green, red and yellow), like a tiny heart shaped starry night's sky <3 (And er, bet that soul went very 'red/bleeding sky' as he was losing it in Act 5; Determination isn't his color by nature but they were not well at that point at all).

Isabeau: Cyan/Patience - Isa is super kind and all sorts of things but what really sets him apart is just how patient he is about everything (in ways both good and bad). I like to imagine his soul looking like a blue daytime sky, maybe with the odd white cloud and yellow 'sun' dot: partly because it fits him but also partly to cutely contrast Siffrin's. *cue me humming Like Morning Follows Night from the RWBY OST because I mean. It kinda fits honestly

Mirabelle: Orange/Bravery and/or Yellow/Justice - Again another 'you might not think so' but like. Mirabelle is hella gutsy despite her anxiety and I admire her so so much (also JUSTICE BARRIER REFLECT AGAINST THE KING YAAAAGH! XD) Not super attached to it as Isa and Siff's but the orange/yellow glow of a sunset (maybe with some pink/purple along the edges to show her Perseverance <3).

Odiel: Green/Kindness - She's hella awkward about how much she cares and not the greatest at reading situations/reacting gently but like. Her sheer affection towards the others, her always watching and coming out with the bandages and how she point blank tells Siff 'nope, not angry at you nearly blowing up the world. Also you trying to do that because you love us is cute' means I can't really see her any other way~ Not sure if her soul would be dark green (for more Integrity) or more light green (for more Justice) but all in all, very very green, like light/dark speckled leaves <3

Bonnie: Purple/Perseverance - This kid endures so much so well I swear (they're also really brave so a little orange would work well too but despite everything I don't think bravery is their main characteristic). I like to think of their soul as very 'purple evening clouds with bits of brave orange gold/setting sun on the edges'.

And Loop has a White boss monster soul for reasons; thinking that in this crossover that Monsters believe that they were born from the Universe's compassion (with The Islander's myths claiming they're the result of failed/'cursed' wishes like the 'brother who can understand my suffering Wish Craft' fairytale Siff finds in the Orary room) and both Monsters and the Islanders believing Sadnesses are born from forcing a wish of cruelty/sorrow that goes against the will of the Universe (cue Chara and Flowey who probably were Sadnesses in this until the breaking of the Barrier grumbling that yeah that sounds about right and The King from ISAT proving to even more aaagh than he already was).

And yeah. I'm out of babble thoughts now so hope that this was interesting for you all and please feel free to yoink any ideas that snag your interest <3

[greenorangetree]

a lot of people have said that the den o ending took away from the emotional impact of the set up for it. i honestly dont quite think so.

i think the imagin getting to live is another heart touching part of their story. they are imagins, intangible sand creatures who prey on people in their worst moments, twisting their deepest wishes in order to go back in time to the absolute most important time in their lives to destroy the timeline from there, yet clearly have chosen to do good--they have love and affection for their contract holder and do not want to simply use him for any ends of their own, they have chosen to sacrifice themselves in order to save this timeline, a time they are not even from, a time with happy and sad moments alike, all because of what being a part of den o has done to them. they have grown from the uncaring and often cruel imagin they were at the start, hurtful to ryotaro by using his body as they felt, hurting him physically, trying to kill him, etc, to beings who genuinely adore ryotaro as a part of their family in a way. getting in one last defiance to their nature by getting physical forms and a FUTURE because they chose to save this timeline and created memories with people instead of destroying it entirely, that twists my heartstrings and definitely made me cry on my first watch and my many rewatches of den o.

now why do i say all of this about den o's ending? i want to mention how much i love it already and that is why the version of it where the imagin dont get to live absolutely would have CRUSHED me.

think about it:

- ryotaro is absolutely crushed. he has always been destined to be alone by nature. he is a singularity point. he can remember everything while everyone else forgets. his family died at an early age, his sister's fiance left and took with him his sister's happiness, who, mind you, is his only relative left, and also had to drop out of high school because of that. the one time he gets to make some close connections with anyone, who also remember because they were theyre with him and had his back through all the bullshit that was thrown at him? they get erased alongside the rest of their kind. they fought so hard to save the timeline, a timeline they didnt belong to, just because ryotaro showed them that they could do better than their own natures? who fought despite ryotaro's fear of losing them? this would absolutely destroy ryotaro. how could he go back to living life while also grieving the loss of the intangible demons that lived in his head? every little thing they left behind-- momotaros's wardrobe that he spent all of ryotaro's cash on, gifts left from urataros's paramours, kintaros's weights and gear, the drawings ryutaros made-- all of these tangible things that were left by the imagin, who didnt get to live for themselves without being tied to ryotaro as their only anchor for existing in this timeline? seeing them without the imagin who they belong to would be absolutely devastating.

- airi, who has gone through this intense period of grief before over something she couldn't remember or understand, once again has to deal with it, except in her brother. she can't really understand what hes been through, but she can remember those times when her little brother wasnt acting quite like himself, but rather someone quite younger and more impulsive, yet clearly loved her with a passion, just like her brother does. she can only do so much for him, like how he had to do for her merely a year ago. she can't help him through the worst of it, but also has to deal with her own memory problems and lingering grief over her fiance.

- hana would have to go back to being alone. she has no where else to go, as her future and her timeline is gone, erased. living alone on the denliner in the time before ryotaro and his merry gang got on board would havr been hard. she had just lost everything in her life, after all. but now, having seen the denliner full of life and color and energy with those imagin, having to go back to the cold, empty, sterile interior of the denliner's dining car? even naomi is crushed by the loss. it hurts to lose everything once, but this life that shes managed to rebuild in some sense of normalcy had made her happier, nicer. losing it all again in one fell swoop, once again powerless to do anything, that is absolutely despair inducing.

- and of course, sakurai yuuto. unlike hana, he really IS alone. hana has naomi, owner, any passenger who boards the denliner from time to time, but aboard the zeroliner? just him and deneb. without deneb, he is truly alone. he doesnt belong in the timeline anymore. it was his own (future self's) doing, after all. what life he had, he chose to leave it. for all the time he spent protecting time, he had his partner with him. he cooked and cleaned and tolerated yuuto's aggression. he may not have been the nicest, hell he hated deneb's over enthusiasm, his overbearing compassion, the shittake mushrooms in his food, and showed it through violence, but what was he supposed to do without the one who's been through it all with him? whos been his carer, his one connection through it all? deneb was someone who, knowing his fate, left behind one last meal for yuuto, and simply requested he eat his mushrooms, too kind for his own good, and is now gone forever. yuuto isn't a singularity point. he cant change things or protect the way ryotaro or hana can through their memories. but he has done everything in his power already to protect his former time. he has already sacrificed it all--the memories of himself, memories are time, after all, and it is the most he can ever give. he has never felt more powerless. he has felt lost, just doing what his future self had told him to do without any real connection to what he was protecting, sure, but never has he felt so useless in the way he feels when he couldnt even protect deneb's existence.

yeah im going through it, the den o time tripping ride! honestly this was a fun brainworm to have lol