#i apologize for my cursive this is the first time i've used it in years

[gremlins-hotel]

Happy Mardi Gras!

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[alexsgrimoire]

Plurality & Paganism: An Introspective

If any of you keep up with my main (@sinfulauthor), you may have noticed this post, along with my new pinned post. In short, I've come to the realization (after burying the thought of it for many years) that we are a Collective.

Now, how does this impact this blog and my craft?

To start off, this blog's content will remain the same. It will still primarily act as an e-grimoire with some additional posts, but the people posting what content will change. Specifically, these people:

-Alex (they/them), the host (hi!). I'll generally do most of the talking/posting. Works with The Signless/Sufferer and Dionysus. ANP that the IRL coven knows. (I'm not open with them about being a Collective just yet.)

-Vaati (he/him), who works with Demise and focuses on divination. Writes solely in cursive and gets VERY frustrated when grimoire notes are in standard print.

-Ghira (he/him), who works with Demise closer than Vaati for Obvious Reasons™️. (Though he generally doesn't do any actual spellwork, just offerings, worship, and altar setup.)

-Karkat (he/they) on occasion, solely because Signless HAS shown himself to him and is very much a Dad™️.

-Toko (she/her) has not yet "awakened." She was a former kin heavily associated with our craft. Taking bets on her being a spellcrafter/writer.

So, now that the roll call is done, onto some other stuff regarding plurality and paganism, the introspection the title mentions. (This will be below the cut as it's not as integral to the "functioning" of this blog.)

So, coming to the realization as a system was... interesting. We first became aware of dissociative disorders through Danganronpa (Yes, Toko's horrible representation. We know.) and related to Toko heavily. At the time, we were heavily involved in the Fictionkin community and had "memories" of those "timelines." However, this relatability on the DID aspect was soon hidden under the guise of "I like to write, and so does she! Also super traumatized like me lmao," and then we didn't think about it for five more years.

Come 2023, we've relapsed for the first time in four years and are going through some pretty traumatic stuff again. At an Esbat in September, an argument breaks out that causes us to dissociate and brings up those really painful feelings from childhood. Nothing felt real, and the rest of the night was foggy. (The people in the argument have since apologized. It was also an extremely stressful night due to our old High Priest being ousted for sexual misconduct not even 4 hours before we started.)

At this point, this whole debacle causes us to realize, "Hey, this isn't really a normal trauma response. There might be something else going on." We have a lot of friends who are systems, and we went to them asking, "Hey, do you like. think we're a system?" and FIVE OF THEM SNIFFED US OUT YEARS AGO AND DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL US??? Like maybe that would have been useful information, idk (We still love our friends to bits, though)

So, fast forward to 2024. Still in the process of diagnosis but receiving trauma-focused therapy to process things. It's been a long process of figuring out how to live/function as someone with a dissociative disorder, but we're learning.

Thankfully, having a good support network has been a great help. We have an almanac (specifically The Practical Witch's 2024 Almanac by Friday Gladheart) to track our craft/spiritual work, and it's interesting to see the input of everyone in the collective. It's a lot of taking things day by day and seeing how things go, but we feel the energy around us changing.

Anyway, ramble over. If y'all read this to the end, thanks for sticking around. I've got some other posts we plan on making, so keep an eye out for those, too.

Signing off,

Alex of the Magic Collective

[mosneakers]

Non-cursive copy below:

Dearest Morgana, Please accept my apologies for the delay in my reply. These little ones keep me perpetually occupied, and with Erik at work during the day, finding a moment of respite can be quite the challenge. I am endlessly grateful for the second chance I've been granted with my husband and the gift of our two beautiful daughters. I often find myself pondering the mysteries of fate, wondering why such blessings have been bestowed upon me. In these years, I've learned that human understanding often pales in comparison to life's unpredictability. Hold onto hope, dear friend, for life has a way of surprising us when we least anticipate it.

With that being said, while I thank my lucky stars every day for my blessings, reading your letters is like reading a novel I can't put down. You have managed to move two striking men -brothers!- into your estate with you, the very same one you shared with that wretched Thornton? Oh, tell me more, I beg of you!

The Darling sisters are thriving! Baby Persephone Prudence can be quite fussy at times, but Gwendolyn is as jolly as can be, in the company of her father, often glued to the television. Though I would much prefer to see her with her nose buried in a book, like her mother, her happiness is paramount. I must acknowledge the blessing of that modern invention—the television. Yes, Gwendy-Louise is making remarkable progress with her potty training, and Persey has uttered her very first word just recently, the same as her sister: "Da-da," of course! They seem determined to ensure their first words are reserved for their father, despite myself being the one that tends to them most of the time. Erik often jests that it's simply how things are meant to be, given that they are his daughters. He insists that we will need a son if I ever wish to hear my child's first word be-

[🔉]

Dearest Morgana, Please accept my apologies for the delay in my reply. These little ones keep me perpetually occupied, and with Erik at work during the day, finding a moment of respite can be quite the challenge. I am endlessly grateful for the second chance I've been granted with my husband and the gift of our two beautiful daughters. I often find myself pondering the mysteries of fate, wondering why such blessings have been bestowed upon me. In these years, I've learned that human understanding often pales in comparison to life's unpredictability. Hold onto hope, dear friend, for life has a way of surprising us when we least anticipate it.

With that being said, while I thank my lucky stars every day for my blessings, reading your letters is like reading a novel I can't put down. You have managed to move two striking men -brothers!- into your estate with you, the very same one you shared with that wretched Thornton? Oh, tell me more, I beg of you!

The Darling sisters are thriving! Baby Persephone Prudence can be quite fussy at times, but Gwendolyn is as jolly as can be, in the company of her father, often glued to the television. Though I would much prefer to see her with her nose buried in a book, like her mother, her happiness is paramount. I must acknowledge the blessing of that modern invention—the television. Yes, Gwendy-Louise is making remarkable progress with her potty training, and Persey has uttered her very first word just recently, the same as her sister: "Da-da," of course! They seem determined to ensure their first words are reserved for their father, despite myself being the one that tends to them most of the time. Erik often jests that it's simply how things are meant to be, given that they are his daughters. He insists that we will need a son if I ever wish to hear my child's first word be-

Seymour raises his shaking hand, and allows it to plop onto the letter, interrupted Kirsten's reading. "...Mom."

With a gasp, Kirsten spilled the old photo albums and letters onto the floor and brought her hands to her mouth in shock, as if she's just seen a ghost.

Kirsten: [Stuttering] B-boys... did you just hear that? Your grandpa... he just... spoke... He just said "mom." Charm: Wait, that wasn't you, Grandma? I thought you just took up chain-smoking!

Kirsten: No! It was him, you guys! He really did it! The first time since his accident, he said his first word!

The Darling brothers sprung from the bed, flailing around in a frenzy, panicked with excitement.

Brick: Bro what? I can't believe it- We gotta tell mom! Charm: And Dad! And all of the Aunts! We gotta tell everyone! Yesterday! Be faster dude!

Kirsten: Oh, Sy. I thought I'd never hear that voice again. My sweet darling!

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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What You Found Amongst The Pages

I've finally found time to finish this fic. Thank you to all who were patient and read the other two parts. (@ricksanchezdwc ) continuing on from the one prompt for all "Books" here's the last part chapter 3. If you haven't read the first two chapters, then the links will be below.

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Chapter 3: When There Was Another

You skipped to a random section, later in the year, around the end of summer.

“I'm going on a mission today, and I hope I can be useful.”

Skipping a few more pages, you stopped when his words began to slant and almost run into each other, like cursive, without style, but detailed, trying to keep up with his train of thought.

“I don't know what I did wrong. Last night, we ate, drank, played games, and I thought I was making friends. Everything was going so well, and we were having so much fun, but it changed. I don't know why, but all the guys hate me now.”

You went back a page or two, trying to understand the context and reason for the change in the other Ricks behavior, and found that hours before the party, Zeta-7 led the investigation, and had become the favorite among the clean up crew. However, while taking down the details of the garage, he had discovered someone had tampered with the evidence. And when he told the boss, the others were reprimanded. Your conclusion was that your kind Rick must have fallen for the false charm of the others, and in order to cover their tracks, they ruined his reputation by doing something that made almost everyone lose respect for him; the rumor about eating poop. Returning to the mess of writing, his solemn words become fearful as he described the unwanted advances of one of the guard Rick's.

“I needed to get away, afraid of what Rick would do to me. He wanted to do unspeakable things to me, and with the excuse of fetching beer and snacks, I got permission from the boss to leave.“

Illustrations of back roads, random alleys, and flowers filled pages and pages, very rough, as though it were done in a hurry.

“No one cared, and I wandered the streets with no direction in mind. Every house on the block was about the same, with little to no distinction between them. In this town, where no one knows my name, I felt a loneliness which knew no end. Sidewalks taunted my very steps, and the order of things was in such a way as to which I could only describe as chaotic. Rick, poor the Rick who of this dimension, he too must have known what it was like to stand in a town without pity.”

“On my way back, paying no mind to the houses or people, a voice called out to me. A young girl, of about six or seven, playing in a garden, stopped, and asked me why I was so sad. I didn't know what to say, but asked her why she thought I was, and it was the darndest thing. She said, ‘I can feel your sadness, and it hurts me too.’ and I apologized, for it wasn't my intention. She smiled up at me, and made me promise that to find something to smile about; maybe tomorrow, I will see the sun come shining through for me.”

Thoughts of the song Smile came to mind, and you wondered if he'd really take to heart the words of a child. You couldn't help but read on.

“The next time I saw her again, much time had passed, for a day in my dimension was ten in hers. As before, she was lovely, and kind, and she invited me in for tea and cookies. Her father greeted me at the door, and shook my hand. And that day, we talked of everything and nothing, and I discovered a few things. We were kindred spirits, who had somehow come together, and they made me forget everything; of myself, of the world, of the very multiverse which was disposed to despise me. I found friends of my own.”

Two days later, he visited again.

“She is about my age now, and like before, I was welcomed. We ate cookies and cakes, drank earl grey under the…..”

You paused, a tight pang building in your chest. You weren't sure if you wanted to read on. If you did, you might find out things that will change your perception of him, but it was too late to turn back now. Wiping at your eyes, you picked up where you left off.

“We ate cookies and cakes, drank earl grey under the moonlit night. The sweet perfume of jasmine was intoxicating, and the pleasant conversation invigorating. Her father had gone to bed ages ago, and it was only the two of us with hearts full of laughter, and smiles for days. I had not anticipated how brilliant she would be, how respectable, and lovely. And yet, even as she confessed all the words which were etched upon her heart, I could not respond to them. Yet, she was so very good to me, and remained my friend despite all this.”

So, there hadn't exactly been someone else, but the thought of someone else. You couldn't blame her, neither could you completely dislike this creature of the pages; she reminded you of yourself. A few more days passed, and he returned with gifts, wanting to properly apologize, but the slant of words began again.

“Stupid me! So very stupid! I should not have stayed away. Oh, if only I had been there. My dear, dear friend, her sadness is my sadness, and now there is no one else in this world. All her friends, and family were long gone now, and with the case being over, I remained in her home, and tended to her medical needs until the end of her days."

"And as she laid in the sheets as white as pale, ashen skin, she confessed that she loved me still, but she was old, much older then a man of my years should care for. And while I could not respond to her feelings, and she forgave me for the very last time, I confessed she was, and will always be my friend. Returning to my home dimension, after what seemed like years, had only been but a few minutes. My house which in which for years I had lived, was now just a place where I slept. I believe it will be sometime before I may call it home once again, but I know there are those who like me know of heartache, death, hope, and struggle. And like them, I must find a way to cope, and find where it truly is I belong.”

You replaced the journal back in the shelf. There was so much you had wanted to know, but in this invasion of privacy, you learned too much. Still, now you knew, there had been someone; at least a dear friend who had cared for him dearly. Wiping away your tears, you picked up The Princess Bride so that you could laugh your sorrows away.

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By the time Rick came home, it was halfway through the night. He called, you answered, and he smiled at your book of choice. “That's a-a very funny book.”

“I know, but there are some very serious parts as well. I never would've thought I'd see this here.”

“Oh, I ugh - I-I bought it after I saw the movie.”

“You look tired,” you said, feeling the burn of guilt, though pushing it away. “really tired.”

“I-I am,” he yawned. “but not - not that much.”

“Come sit here, I can just get another chair.”

As he sat, he studied you, and with his figure half hidden by the shadows, you didn't see when he reached out, but you felt the strength of his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Y-y-you,” he said in a low, private voice. “I want you t-t-to sit here, with me.”

Your heart went furious, throat tightening with excitement. You could simply nod and sit there, not quite sure what he was about. It was some minutes before you found your voice again, and by this time, he too seemed ready to speak. “The sound of rain is s-s-so nice.”

“It sure is.”

“If I-I had known it would take so long, I'd have told you t-t-to see me in the morning.”

“It's okay, I didn't mind waiting.”

Another yawn escaped him. “Y-y-you don't?”

“No, because you would come, and eventually I would see you.”

“What if - if I-I-I would have taken days, or weeks?”

“I would still wait, I have before.”

He lazily caressed your arms, his cool hands stealing away your warmth. “Even if - if I'm gone for years? How w-would you spend the time?”

You weren't sure where this line of questioning was going, and you began to worry if he had hidden cameras in this room, and if he saw you reading about his private thoughts. And after some time, you answered in your girlish voice. “I guess if there's no signs that you were returning or if I don't hear from you, then I'd worry about it, come to a resolution, and try to reach you. I'd try to contact someone you know, or look for clues, but I wouldn't give up. And in between the thoughts of you, of….. of our time together, I'll pick up the pieces and go on as usual. Though,” you smiled up at him, trying to smooth out his tiredness about his eyes, “I'd see you in everything, and search for you in everyone that I meet. I wouldn't…. there's no way I'd able to forget you.”

“It's,” he sighed. “it's been a-a long day. I'm sorry about all these - these weird questions.”

“Was it something the other Ricks said?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“N-n-no,” he softened. “I'd - I would rather not. I'd rather appreciate how beautiful y-y-you are. You - you make me feel so young,” and holding you a fraction tighter, he chuckled. “and maybe if - if I hold on t-to you long enough, I'll go back in time. However, I-I know the reality of things. It's - it's unfortunate that I'm so old,” And pressing a light kiss behind your ear, which made you giggle, he admitted. “but I'm - I'm going t-t-to take care of you.”

“No Rick, we should take care of each other.”

And through his inadequacies, and yours, you two communicated through sight and touch, of what only souls knew what to say.

Fin