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[kantraels]

fseer funniest behaviors

[vhswolf]

Happy Birthday | Franco Colapinto x Reader

English is not my first language, be nice pls

I posted this by mistake, but now I'm too lazy to deal with the consequences of my mistakes, so... Enjoy I guess :)

Warnings: Jealous Franco for a second, Oral (fem receiving)

I waited so long, and finally is here, my birthday. Since it is my iconic 21st birthday, I decided to make an iconic birthday party too, I rented a club and invited everyone I know, and bought a stunning outfit, I was felling like Tara Yummy in a Sabrina Carpenter dress, literally anything I could dream about. The party started before I got there because I wanted a big entrance, and that's what I had. The DJ announced I was coming in, so everyone stopped to look, when they saw me they started to scream and applaud like it was the begging of a concert. I went to the DJ table and got on top of it before taking a microphone to give a little speech, if you can even call it that.

"Hello everyone! I'm really happy to see all of you here tonight. I know that I hyped you guys up the whole year, so I really expect that you guys love everything as much as I loved to organize everything. Please, don't hold back, threat this party like it's Las Vegas, everything that happens here, stays here, and get loco!"

Everyone screamed, hyping even more, I got down and the music started. I walked around, saying hi and taking pictures with a lot of people, but the one that I wanted to see wasn't, nowhere to be founded.

"Hey, happy birthday!" I saw Ollie and Kimi coming in my direction.

"Hi, boys, thank you!" They both gave me a hug.

"Thank you for the invite, the party just began, and it's already so cool." Kimi said looking around.

"I work hard on this one." I laughed before looking around one more time. "Do you guys saw Franco around?"

"Not really, he said he would come though." Ollie said and I nodded.

"He probably will, whatever, let's drink boys!"

"Hell yes!" We when to the bar to take the first drink of the night. By the fourth cup, the songs were getting better, so I was dancing with Ollie, Kimi had give up on dancing after the first song. I was screaming the lyrics of Mala Santa when I felt someone pulling me away from Ollie.

"What?" I looked back just to see Franco with angry eyes looking at me.

"What? I'm the one that wants to know what is happening."

"I'm partying with my friends that aren't late as fuck."

"So you want to blame me?"

"I'm not blaming anyone, I'm just saying, if you got here, what? Three hours before I was going to be dancing with you, but you know who was here? Ollie, and Kimi." I pushed him and walked past him.

"Wait, mi amor, come here!"

"Don't call me that, don't get close, and if you even care, stop making me stressed on my own birthday."

"Come on, let me, explain."

"I don't want explanations now, I wanted them three hours ago, Franco." He held my hand and pulled me to be next to him.

"OK, so let's have this screaming match somewhere else, everyone is looking at us." I looked around, seeing people looking at us, so I nodded and walked to a backroom that was empty. We both got in and Franco closed the door. "I'm sorry, I know I fucked up, I won't explain anything, I want to make up for it."

"By doing what?" He got closer to me and put his hands on my waist.

"I have an idea, wanna try?"

"At this point? Do whatever you want." I said, trying to pretend I didn't care, but Franco know me too well. He pulled me to press my body against his.

"I'm really sorry." His left kisses all over my face. "Don't be mad, hermosa." He kissed my lips finally, softer than usual, he was in all ways softer than usual, normally his not a very calm guy.

"That's the best you have?" I teased and he chuckled.

"You know it's not." Franco dropped to his knees and as quickly as that his hands were on my thighs, finding his way up to my panties. "Te amo, princesa." That was a first, Franco never said that he loves me. I hadn't a lot of time to think about it, he pulled my panties down and helped me to step out of it. He put on of my legs on his shoulder as his mouth went straight onto my pussy, lick it eagerly, like he missed my taste more that anything on earth. I bit my bottom lip, trying to not make any noises, just because I know Franco would love if I did.

"You're mean." Franco said against me knowing exactly what I was doing, but I didn't stop. My hands moved to Franco's hair, pushing him against my pussy, wanting to feel more of him, as a response he brought his hand up, inserting two of his fingers in me. He was giving his best, and it was working, my legs were shaking, and he just knows I'm about to cum.

"Fuck..." Was the only thing I said as I came all over his fingers and mouth.

"Can you forgive me now?" I looked down at him, and his big eyes were looking up at me, chin glistening with my juices, before I could answer he gave a little kiss on my thigh. "I can keep going." I pulled him up on his feet and kissed him.

"You're fine, you're not my boyfriend, I can't ask anything from you."

"About that..." He reached in his pocket and took a little red velvet box, and he opened, revealing a pair of rings. "That's why I was late, I lost it the other one I had bought because I'm stupid, so I had to go to every jewellery store in this city to get these ones." I looked at the rings and back at him.

"You're joking right?"

"No, I'm not. I want to know if you want to be my girlfriend, even though I'm clearly not the best out there."

"You fucker, of course I want to be your girlfriend." I hugged him really tight, and he did the same to me.

"Thank god, I was really afraid you would say no. I'm sorry for all the shit earlier."

"It's fine, you did the only thing that could make me forgive you."

"Happy birthday, mi amor."

[nuttyfbear]

Hi guys! My first post like ever, but I've been really stressed and i used to love writing so i thought id mix the things i like and writing! Sorry if its bad i promise to revised at a later date but if you have any advice definitely send it my way! Here's a little Cody for ya!

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As I stand in the gorilla waiting for my entrance music; palms sweaty, nervous butterflies in my stomach. My first main rooster match... physically i couldn't be more ready but mentally my mind is going a million miles a minute. I look up at the screen and see the previous match ending and a few short second later my music hits! The roar of the crowd is electrifying as some might say, i slide into the ring and sit up on the ring post waiting for my opponent. My first match feels like it flies by and it couldn't have gone better. I got one over against Isla Dawn, as i get to the top of the ramp and hearing the crowd cheering made me feel like everything i have done has lead me right to where i needed to be!

I enter through the curtain Tiffany, Liv and some other the other girls I've gotten to know while at the proformas training center are there to congratulate me! "Thanks guys, i was super nervous...i did mess up my scissors kick but i hope it wasn't too noticeable!" "you did great, it was your first main rooster match of course you're going to have nerves!" tiffany said with a sweet genuine smile! "alright imma head back to the locker room and shower and change!" As i was walking back i realize i went int he wrong direction and had ZERO clue as to where i was, i took a quick right turn and immediately smack into what seems to be a brick wall and slam right on my butt... "Hey oh my god... are you alright?" i look up and I've come face to face with the one and only American Nightmare. "uhh yeah I'm uh I'm okay, i was supposed to be going to the women's locker room but I've seem to have gone the wrong way and gotten lost." i trail on hoping this couldn't really be how i was meeting Cody Rhodes. Cody smiles and looks at me " yeah, your stomach must've been pretty hungry after that win to bring you to catering without realizing it, i walk you back to the locker room!"

After a short 5 minute walk we make it back to the locker room, we made small talk on the way learning small things about each other like hobbies when we aren't wrestling/training! " Well Cody this is me, it was really nice to meet you and get to know a little about you" "Yeah i really enjoyed talking to you y/n, maybe we could get coffee and talk again?" I smiled and in my head did a little happy dance... "yeah i would really like that... wait here" i ran into the locker room quick and grabbed a napkin and a pen and ran back out "Here is my number, text me when you want to grab coffee and I'll be there" and with that Cody smiled and turned away and i went into the locker room. Jumping into the shower with a smile with went right up to my eyes, I must be dreaming thinking to myself. A win on my debut and a coffee day with Cody Rhodes!

[mewnewew]

Sir Crocodile x Reader.

Uh, felt really good after seeing so many people like what I wrote earlier, so I decided to write more. Hope y'all like this.

Shelby was used to different customers. Snooty, rude, calm, nice, loud, angry the like. She had customers from all walks of life come to her store of perfumes. She had met ladies of high society, maids, performers, young girls, elderly women, men as well who were there to buy gifts or for themselves. Her favorite customer however, was the one lady who came by once every 3 weeks on Wednesday, an easy smile on her face.

"Call me Reader!, I've heard your shop was the best like...anywhere! Can I see your stuff?"

That was the first thing that Reader had said to her. She dressed in casual clothes, always had a smile on her face and didn't wear much jewellery or makeup. She came in to check up on the new scents and get more of the ones she liked. She was honestly a joy to be around. Like a little puppy, but a genuine one. Shelby loved talking to her for hours about different stuff, about friends, clothing, politics, etc.

Shelby didn't know much about her, per se, but knew she had a husband who she loved quite a bit, and was quite....odd.

"Hmm? My husband? Oh yes, he really loves Bananawani. On our third anniversary, he gave me a Bananawani egg as a present!"

"I look tired? Oh don't worry. I was up last night trying to get my husband to bed. There's been so much work recently, I only ever see him in my dreams these days!"

"Oops! Sorry about the sand, my husband dropped me off."

"Oh, do you have any....fungal scents? My husband absolutely adores mushroom hunting you see"

To Shelby's understanding, the man must be a workaholic who had some strange....habits. She remembered once when Reader came by, absolutely stinking of smoke, along with....sand leaking out of her pants as she walked?

"Sorry, sorry I'm so sorry. My husband brought me here this time and he had to leave quickly for a meeting..."

Well, to each their own.

Reader, was also so appreciative of Shelby's place, that she kept saying she wanted her husband to come visit, however her husband wasn't able to come visit whenever she came to the shop.

Today, the town was on edge. Apparently, the former Warlord Sir Crocodile was in town, and Shelby wanted to close up quick. Didn't need no trouble, no siree.

And just her luck, Reader came along.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but-"

"Oh please say you aren't closing! I've brought my husband along this time!"

Shelby sighed. Oh well, might as well get it over with.

"I guess he can- WHAT IN THE-"

Shelby almost choked on her own spit. Sir Crocodile, the man who caused the entire town to basically go into lock down, and the main reason she was going close shop early today, ducked into the shop, looking disgruntled at the her, as if her entire shop was causing him offence. Reader, to her credit was looking as happy as a clam, tugging his coat sleeve forwards.

"See? This is the place!"

".....I see."

Shelby, on the other hand, had her jaw wide open, expression in shock. Then she blinked and tried to recover.

"You didn't tell me your husband was Sir Crocodile?!?"

Reader, tilted her head to the side.

"I didn't? Oops. My bad" She looked at Crocodile.

"Reader...." Crocodile took his cigar out of his mouth, smoke leaving his lips.

"Yes?"

"Time to go."

Reader frowned and nodded slowly, turning back to Shelby with a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, so the thing is, this island is getting more dangerous for us, and I might not be able to come here for a long time."

"I, wh-sorry what?"

"I can't come around anymore cause of how dangerous it's been for us....I'm so sorry. I-"

"SIR CROCODILE! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

"Time to go. You got a back entrance to this place?"

He picked her up from the scruff of her collar with his hook.

Shelby nodded humbly, and perked a thumb to the back of the store.

"Oh, okay. Bye bye!" She waved, Crocodile nodded.

Shelby stared, and they disappeared into a cloud of sand.

What the fuck had just happened.

Six months later,

Shelby was reading a book. It had been a slow day, and without her favourite customer, things had been boring lately.

"Uh, is this place open?"

She looked up, two rather disorganized looking men, stood there, looking rather uncomfortable.

"Yes? How can I help you?" She put the book down and nudged a gun closer to her under the counter. Just in case....

"We're here on official orders by Lady Reader. She asked us to give ya this." Saying so, the man on the left gave her a folded letter.

She blinked, and took the letter, feeling less on alert. She opened it and it read,

'Shelby! It's been so long since I've talked to you! I, or rather my husband has been very busy lately, and I've not been able to come meet or even visit your shop recently.

But now, things have sort of cleared up and I've managed to affix something where I can send some men to collect on perfumes and letters along with payment. If it's okay with you that is. I know what impact dealing with pirates in general can have.

Sincerely,

Reader'

Shelby smiled. Looks like things are going to get interesting again. She looked at the men.

"Here, I have some stuff for you guys to carry"

[jellyfishsthings]

My lips. Your lips. Apocalypse.

Warnings: my shit writing, violence (kinda?)

part 2

I will be the first person to say it. School is boring. And that is a lot since Nevermore is no ordinary school. The only class that is interesting, yet exhausting, is this one. Mrs Smith is sitting across from me. Staring intensely in my eyes, trying to find the weak spot in my mental shield. We have been at it for hours and I have managed to preserve my resolve. Until now. She finally breaks in.

"So what is it about you? You seem quite ordinary to be going to that school." The cute Barnstaple across from me asks. He has nice brown hair that curls at his ears. Deep thoughtful eyes. He is mundane or better yet, ordinary, as he called me. He is perfect. But something about him screams certain danger. Tyler, Tyler Galpin, whom I have come to know as my best friend. My dreamy best friend, who I moon over day and night and constantly plagues my thoughts.

"That is top secret agent type of shit, you can not know" I answered him with a chuckle.

The memory soon fades, as fast as it appeared. I feel my shoulders sag from exhaustion and I try to find sense in the safety of my magical pendant. The one that keeps others at bay while also containing my powers. The one that keeps me safe not only from others but also from myself. Mind control is not easy stuff, you have to be hyperfocus. Do you want to control something or someone? You have to draw all your willpower and pour it into that task. Which is tough shit. Making someone forget or simply reading their thoughts or memories, even manipulating them is now as natural as breathing. Shielding yourself from others with the same powers is the hardest. There aren't many of us but we are more powerful than anyone else. So if you slip up, you are vulnerable to the world.

You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility.

My ears are ringing. My mind is reeling. Each breath I take feels like hell. They are uneven, torturous and slow

"Drink this" I feel a cold water bottle touch my bottom lip. I drink the offered water greedily. My vision from hazy slowly starts turning itself clear and I can make out my surroundings again. "Better?" I nod and wait for the lecture to start. "So your shield lasted over two hours. You are strong, you know that, but you can not let yourself get lost in your daydreams. Especially when we are practising ".

"Yeah I know, I know" I heave, still trying to stabilize my breathing.

"Go rest"

I get up slowly. Unsteady on my feet and wandering through the halls while feeling my way in the walls, trailing my fingertips in the cold stoned wall. I enter my dorm and change out of my uniform. Putting on a white oversized shirt, half buttoned and collapsing in my bed.

The hours pass as I am in a half-awake state. Being aware of the room around me, but my organism turns to its usual state. And so I dream. I dream of him. What it would be like to kiss. What it would be like to date.

I am startled awake as my roommate slams the door behind her wake. Wednesday in her usual lack of colour stops in the middle of the room and sharply looks at me. "Good, you are awake".

I sigh rolling my eyes "What do you want?"

"I am going to the house I was telling you about. I might need your help."

"Why?"

"Because you are useful."

"Jee thanks. It feels good to be appreciated. "

The sun has finally set and we walk towards the school's entrance door, where a familiar Jeep awaits. Tyler, he is here. Enid and Wednesday are wearing their matching hoodie scarf things, as usual, I am left out. As usual, Wednesday climbs in the passenger seat, my seat, and Tyler doesn't say a word about that, instead, he flirts with her. He doesn't even greet me or ask about my day, as he used to.

I silently seeth as we arrive at what looks like a haunted manor. We break in and we start wandering through the house trying to find evidence. At some point, we are separated. As I walk into what looks like an old girl's bedroom, I feel a presence behind me, the hair on my neck standing as I grab the nearest object ready to attack.

Yet a strong hand shoots out and stops my blow easily. "Hey there. Be careful, Rockey, you wouldn't want to hit me, now would you?" The breath is knocked out of me. The moonlight hits him just right, highlighting his features, the soft smile, the high cheekbones and sharp jawline. His laughing face turns into one of confusion. He opens his mouth ready to ask me something, when a strange sound echoes through the room.

He grabs me and flushes me to his chest. He places his hand to my mouth and I feel my heart race. I can feel every plain of his body against mine. His defined chest rises and falls in a crazy rhythm, and his hands hold me in place with urgency. We must stay like this for a few seconds or mere minutes but it feels like hours as I try to catalog his characteristics.

"I will go check, it must have been the girls, please stay here."

"What? No, I am coming with you."

"Please." He uses that voice. The one he knows that can convince me to do anything.

So I stay put. Until I see a light shining into the forest. I find myself following it. Threading through the trees and the fallen leaves. Someone moves just out of sight. A knife is thrown my way and I drop to the ground. The figure stalks towards me and as I think that I am doomed. The Hyde makes its appearance, attacking what I assumed to be a man, tiring him to shreds. After it's done it turns my way, snuffing the air as I am frozen in place, terrified to the bone.

The sound of bones breaking fills the air as the monster in front of me turns into a … boy? A familiar one. He is covered in blood and unconscious. I make a quick decision and drag him towards his house, cleaning him up in his bathtub and stitching up the scratch wound on his pecs. Tyler is the Hyde. The Hyde is Tyler. They are one and the same.

I am watching him, studying him while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful yet troubled. I creep towards his father's room and find some handcuffs, thank you Sheriff Galpin, and tie him up in his headboard, waiting till he awakes.

words: 1.154 (there will be a pt.2.... propably?)

[enstarriedownbad]

Mayoi x F!reader fanfiction

‼️MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Genre: smut

Tw: somnophilia (reader receiving), non-con, established relationship

Word count: 1,447

Plot: As you are sound asleep on your bed, a tall figure stares at you from the corner of the bedroom. You were supposed to be alone this night but it seems you aren't. He gets closer to your bed.

By clicking "see more" you acknowledge that you are 18+ and consent to read this fiction despite the TWs.

"I-I just want to make sure she's okay since she told me she would be alone at home today", Mayoi quietly mumbles to himself.

"AahH I'm so sorry for being such a disgusting stalker Y/N", he says. It seems he used his stealth skills to get inside your house at night without your knowledge. It wasn't his first time doing so.

"Just a sneak peek a-and I-I promise I'll go" your boyfriend whispers, hoping to get to see your sleeping face before leaving.

As the room is quite dark, Mayoi gets even closer to you to catch a glimpse of your facial expression.

"You're so beautiful Y/N... ahH I'm sorry for being such a creep!", he says on low volume.

Be it because of the vibrations in Mayoi's voice or because of the temperature getting hotter, your mouth opens a bit.

"Oh no.. Y/N...?! Did I wake you up?! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-", he stops.

It looks like you are still sleeping. Your body even relaxes a bit, the switch in your position slightly revealing what you are wearing underneath your bedspread. This didn't go unnoticed on his part.

Mayoi starts to gently pull your blankets off of you with his shaky hands.

"Just a quick look!", he says.

Your bra and panties are the only fabrics covering your body now.

"So... beautiful...", Mayoi compliments with a mixture of adoration and lust.

He stares at your cleavage and crotch for a solid minute, while his is hardening.

"Y/N Can I?...", he says while groping your breast.

"S-So soft".

Mayoi accidentally pinches your nipples. While still dreaming, your body releases a soft moan.

"Do you like it?.... UghH... I'm so sorry for troubling your sleep like this", he says while tearing up.

Although he feels a bit guilty for what he is doing to you, he starts rubbing his thighs together. The sound of your moaning voice made his boner even worse.

"Y/N... ah.. If only you could be awake right now... But if I wake you up, I don't know how to explain why I'm here".

He hesitates, his pants getting tighter and tighter.

He finally stands back up, and pulls his pants down, his lower half only covered by his boxers now.

He sneakily gets back in your bed and puts himself on top of you.

"L-let me just... feel good for a moment, a-and this time I promise I'll go."

Your boyfriend places his covered cock against your panties.

"Ahh! It f-feels nice..." he released at the contact of your two crotches.

Mayoi then starts rubbing his boxers against your clit and entrance.

Even though the thin fabrics of your respective underwear are the only thing protecting you from penetration, you can still feel Mayoi getting harder and harder while feeling you up.

"Mhh! This is nice...". While rubbing, his cock almost slips inside of you but your panties stopped him.

"Y/N... I want more... I want to be in y-you" he whispers to your sleeping self.

He backs up a bit, removes his boxers, and gently pulls up your legs to remove the last thing protecting you from him. Mayoi slowly moves down your panties and throws them on the floor.

He gets back in missionary position and puts your legs above his shoulders.

Your lover places his tip already covered in pre-cum at your entrance.

"I can't believe I'm doing this! I don't deserve to be alive I'm so sorry for everything Y/N but I'll pull out!", he cries while pushing his cock inside your wet folds.

"Ahh... we are finally one..." he says while his dick gets even more erect inside your pussy.

"I hope it doesn't hurt I'm so sorry!"

The man starts moving his hips, pushing his dick even further inside. Your body moans in pleasure. Mayoi mistakes this moan of yours for validation and reaches your cervix.

"T- that's your G-spot right? I-I'll try to make you feel good as well..."

Without further ado, Mayoi starts thrusting fast inside of you, his cock pressing against your deep end after each movement.

"ahhH this is so good" he moans.

Mayoi pounds your pussy as his precum and your love juice mix inside.

"You're so wet Y/N... ahhh you must love my cock right? It means t-that what I'm doing is consensual right?? Or else you wouldn't be so wet right???...", he tries to persuade himself.

Without any regret whatsoever, Mayoi continues to push himself in and out of you, each time thrusting harder and harder against your cervix.

"I love you so much... I'm so sorry!"

His pace gets faster. His dick thrusting the heck out of you feels even harder. You can even feel a slight pain in your cervix.

"H-huh..? Is your pussy opening up even more for me..? Does that mean you want me to cum inside Y/N?"

No reply. You are still unconscious and sleeping.

Mayoi gropes your boobs again, pinching your nipples, hoping to hear you moan once again. His wish got fulfilled as you let out a soft moan after he made your chest hurt.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, but I'll take that as a yes. P-please forgive me!!"

He goes back to pounding your cunt, both of your bodies getting hotter and hotter.

His thrusts get shorter. Mayoi grabs your thighs and presses all of his weight on you.

"T-that way you can't escape my s-seed hah..."

Mayoi gives you one last thrust before cumming inside of you. His dick pressed as hard as possible against your cervix, you feel a warm liquid filling you up.

"Aaahh I love you Y/N" he moans while still cumming and spreading more seeds inside you, his lover.

Your pussy milks his cock. Mayoi keeps a firm grip on your thighs, putting them up so that little to no cum leaves your hole.

"S-so warm", Mayoi moans.

"Take it... all in..., Y/N" your boyfriend says in ecstasy while finishing inside.

Your lover's semen gets inside your cervix and completely fills you up.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I deserve to be killed this instant. I tainted you!", Mayoi cries while gently sliding out, somehow satisfied instead of guilty, after seeing how well you take his cum in.

"At least t-this.. is over now" your boyfriend whispers.

As he gently pulls out, drops of your love mixture leave your entrance. Unfortunately for you, the man did notice.

"Ah... N-no... This won't d-do..."

Mayoi lets go of your thighs and grabs your waist even harder. With all his strength, he pulls your body even closer to his abdomen. Without a second thought, he places his still erect cock at the entrance of your leaking pussy, and forces himself inside you for the second time.

"I know I keep breaking my promises I apologize!", he says with tears in his eyes.

"B-but, if you're going to be tainted by someone like me, y-you have to take every single drop in before I let you go Y/N. I'm so sorry!!"

Wet sounds, your sleeping face in front of him, the sight of your sex filled with his cum, his sweat mixing with yours, no one stopping him...

And all that while he pounds your already full pussy, again.

"AhhH... I don't deserve you Y/N but please forgive me!"

"If you wake up now, I k-know it's over. If I made you dirty, I might as well go all the way in and make a m-mess of you..! It's not fair for you I'm sorry!"

With that being said, Mayoi removes your bra, the last piece of clothes hiding your body from your rapist. He immediately starts groping your boobs hard while violently thrusting inside of you.

"Ahh so soft", he moans in pleasure.

Mayoi then pinches one of your nipples in one hand and grabs your hip with the other.

You moan again while asleep.

At this sound of yours, your boyfriend starts thrusting more rapidly.

While he could last even longer, your unconscious body reacting to his lovemaking made him climax. After two or three aggressive thrusts, Mayoi is ready to cum inside you again.

"AhhH... I love you please forgive me!", he moans during his orgasm.

His fluids violate your insides yet again. His first cum hadn't even completely left your body but now even more is yet to come.

"I love you Y/N aahh" he cries while cumming again and again inside you.

This time, instead of semen dripping out of your cunt is a little bump. After all, this time, Mayoi made sure his seeds would stay inside.

Next post will either be Rinne (fluff romantic smut) or Kanata (lake public smut)

First time ever writing smut, hope you liked it. Not really proofread. Feel free to ask for requests, it might inspire me

[schrodingerscollective]

Here is our mind palace! We made this using Inkarnate - we used the free version which is pretty limited, however we were still able to do a lot with the free tools through some creativity and the layout is really nice! Lore dump under the cut:

I'm (Parker) gonna be talking about this along with Redfang, so we'll indicate who's talking by our names. Also, our inner world isn't sentient and not nearly as tangible as some other mind palaces, so we don't have a lot of lore and most areas aren't that detailed, however we're working on that! Also, we use the terms "headspace," "inner world" interchangeably (though I like to call it our mind palace as you can see lol) Ok, I'll go first!

Parker: My home is labelled "Parker's Tent," which is pretty much what it sounds like :) it's a HUGE tent, kinda like the ones kids dream about and it's super cool! There's lots of pillows and stuff and it's built a little bit off the ground with wooden panels (like, there's a big square platform that raises up like half a meter off the ground and the platform slopes down to meet the ground on all sides, and the tent is on that), and sometimes I just sit by the river bank outside and chill.

Then there's Wild's treehouse! It's built in a massive tree and has like a balcony all around in a circle (that's what the wooden circle under the tree in the map is) and inside there's lots of books and a hammock high up and the windows are really high up and you can see so many things! There's wooden panels that go up the side of the trunk to make a ladder, but Wild doesn't use it that much since he has wings most of the time.

There's also Nova's cabin (it's covered by trees and mist on the map because there were NO stamps that looked even remotely like a cabin lol), which is very rustic and cool :) the wood is all dark and the lights are warm and there's some awesome plants! I think they have some venus flytraps in there, but I don't know what the other ones are. There's also a circular wooden slab like the one Toothless lies on in HTTYD for Fennec (he/him), though it has some blankets and pillows and other stuff. Fennec is one of the oldest headmates in our system and works similarly to a Daemon (and is happy to be called a Daemon)! He usually appears as a brown dragon, though he's getting more comfortable changing forms to other animals so he doesn't use it all the time. He's very nice!

Redfang: I don't want to disclose much of Paint's cubby (indicated by the tree stump as there wasn't an appropriate sticker), however I will say that it's a very elaborate kid's cubby. It looks like a mushroom house and there are patches of gardens outside; the air is very peaceful.

The "little guy department," is what my headmates call the camp the warrior cats live in. It's situated in a small set of caves behind a waterfall, however I can't say much about it as they usually keep to themselves and I don't go over that way a lot. I don't even know how many of them there are, though they seem nice enough.

Then there's my den. The entrance is along the side of a small cliff, and my home is a decently sized cave that sits just below ground level. There are some pelts on the floor but not much else as I mostly go there to sleep. There's a small meadow outside my den, and when fireflies appear in the inner world some nights, a few will crawl inside my den. They don't bother me and I don't bother them, but I do think their lights are rather pretty.

Second last is the fairy door, which is likely the oldest part of the headspace and has a function different to anything we've seen in other system's headspaces. It was inspired by the small children's fairy door toy(?), however our fairy door is the size of a normal door and sits on the side of a tree trunk. Ours also opens, so there's that too. There's nothing inside as we don't have a fronting room - when we're fronting, we're just... in the body. And when we're not, we're in headspace. We don't often have use of it as forces unknown usually dictate who fronts, however it's very useful to have a visual when someone is actively trying to get in or out of front. The fairy door is on a small island, which you can cross by using the stepping stones.

The last area is the campfire, which is the group meeting place. The paths connecting all our homes also connect to the campfire, and we go there for meetings but also just for fun. We eat marshmallows, some folks fish and when it gets cold, we light the campfire (contrary to popular belief, the marshmallow-eating is not dependent on the lighting of the campfire).

That's about it. Parker has since left the building (brain) while I wrote my part, so I'm not sure how he wanted to end this post. I suppose I hope this is interesting to some of you? Feel free to ask any questions, we'd be more than happy to answer.

[lee-hakhyun]

593 + 594

was kim dokja really a good person?

i've changed ceo kdj to representative kdj to better fit, so i'll be referring to him as that from now on ^^ with everyone here, kim dokja's banquet starts. rep kdj asks if anyone has questions, and nobody speaks up because. yeah. why would they? they're randomly brought here, and this guy is clearly way more powerful than them

rep kdj brought everyone here, but it's clearly causing a strain on his probability. lhh raises his hand to ask a question, but someone is faster than him

he's immediately asked if he's really kim dokja. rep kdj brushes off the question, but another boy says he clearly can't be kdj, which gets his attention

first of all, a blind girl in the apocalypse. dear god. rep kdj claims that kim dokja wouldn't care, but the readers aren't phased by this

oh, it's nice to see someone with so much faith with the girl's words, more and more people join in speaking against rep kdj, again asking if he's really kim dokja, and some revealing they've chatting with rep kdj before the scenarios, and he did not act like this

as the mood shifts, all the air in the room disappears. rep kdj begins to speak

a.. heartless god,, 【Among the stories that you loved, was Kim Dokja really a good person?】

after all this, the readers can't defend him anymore.

the readers are the extras now, people who were barely or never even mentioned in orv

so lee hakhyun asks, what does rep kdj want?

well, that's how they got here. an outer world covenant, like what kdj had to go to the 1863rd turn some readers had already expected this, and people start to plan, and ask questions

obviously, questions go to kimcom but this isn't their story, anymore, and rep kdj makes this very clear. this world is for you, not them

with the end of the banquet, beams of light come and start returning people back. lhh and ksi quickly realize they have NOT found jiyoon yet, and push through the rapidly disappearing people to look for her

but they don't find her. kyung sein and lee dansu on hakhyun's back disappear, and lee hakhyun does not feel good about not finding jiyoon

but. in the cleared room, he spots ji eunyu

and,, they don't get to talk, but they've got a location to meet up at!

with lee hakhyun as the last person left, he waits to return. and waits some more.. what is with this guy's soul and sticking in places he shouldn't be.

well, it seems he's not leaving but he can hear some noise, and it leads him to the theater entrance.. which is active.. and yeah. as he opens the door,

ooh. so this is where the kkomas are. i am honestly surprised he thought the kkomas were a dream, seeing as he literally watched yjh on the movie screen with the kkomas for a good bit 37's here again! but rep kdj caught him,, that's not good

and chapter 594

rep kdj has lhh, and lhh wonders, will he recognize him? they did meet for a bit in the actual chungmuro theater shortly before he got transmigrated but rep kdj doesn't recognize lhh, and just drags him out of the movie room so, lee hakhyun has a plan

the thoughts of almost anything stuck with him, even though all the other items were left behind? that's. odd.. using the 'thoughts of almost anything', he grabs rep kdj's hand and it recognizes as an item..? he has to keep contact for 5 minutes to identify it, so he starts buying time rep kdj asks what he saw in the theater, and activates lie detection, but he's able to fool lie detection with incite and just says he saw small kkomas and not the movie itself

he's pushing it. but he continues

there are two kdj representatives..? and there might be more?? i guess kim dokja identify theft is the new thing, yoo joonghyuk is free

and. he continues lhh's exclusive attribute activates, and he starts piecing things together like puzzle pieces

a character whose story was ruined by kim dokja that.. does not narrow it down that much, actually..

he's pushed too far this time, and the sparks around rep kdj intensify, but the analysis completes just in time

i do not like that additional condition!

immediately after figuring out the item, he incites the thought to transform into samyeongdang's damaged bamboo stick, and attacks rep kdj

he wasn't able to find out who rep kdj is due to his level, but his face cracked. and what's beyond it does not sound very good and after that

DEAR GOD>?

PROVOKE HIM FURTHER? he. continues taunting rep kdj even as he's being literally tortured the probability sparks have been getting stronger, but rep kdj still keeps going

if i'm reading this right.. HE DUG A STORY OUT WITH HIS OWN HANDS? WHAT THE FUCK? but the story rep kdj saw

???????

lee hakhyun's story is censored. is that the fourth wall. kimcom?? > A beautiful thread of light.

i didn't realize until i read some of the comments for this chapter, but a thread. ...sangah???

[the-zapped-part-timer]

Penn Zerothon Day 4

I'm Super!🦸🏼‍♂️

My Ramblings: I love that Phyllis quietly downplayed the fact that she's zapping them to the Superhero World, she knows Penn will go berserk! His excitement is adorable and I adore the voice acting. I wish I could get that excited for things. Also we see that Phyllis does in fact live and sleep at the Odyssey. Interesting to see her outside, that would've been neat to see her out and about in town more often.

Very Boone to be using the woman's bathroom. Boone really doesn't ever mind wearing a dress or a skirt and if he's a lady, he's rolling with it! Love him for that.

If I had my dream since I was 6 come true, I'd bawl my eyes out!

Funny that only Sashi has an actual Superhero name. At least with Boone we get an idea,  but Penn? Left out to dry.

Wonder if the Super Dog is what got Sam Levine on Super-Pets? I know that's not how it works but it would be funny.

Captain Super Captain is a treasure, RIP Adam West. His force fields look awesome.

Always with the dramatic entrances, eh Rippen? This tells me that your hide out may be underground. Also was the car smashing really necessary? You didn't even throw them!

I love all the Superheroes just yelling their names out like overpowered Pokémon.

What an interesting sound when Larry first springs out of Rippen's suit... also I like expression when Rippen uses his new found super speed. Ya scrambled his brain cells, Rippen! Do you think he was ever embarrassed about having Sashi's powers? Probably thinking I have to take them not because I want but that she can't have them.

Larry almost killed an old man.

I will never be tired of the mystery behind Penn's superhero logo. The theories are endless! We got:

An 8

A dollar sign

Two awesome snakes just hugging

An 8, again

A stack of two donuts

A snowman

And my favorite, two awesome cookies hugging

Like where did you get "two awesome cookies hugging." Rippen? He almost sounds a little innocent here. Also how he said "snowman vibe" is so unbelievably sassy. Rippen really said "HEY" at Penn so annoyingly, I love it.

Penn's great wink is going to someone who desperately needs it.

My god, the remodeling kitchen story and the fact that Rippen's reading his mind? All the same info swirling in his brain? Amazing already. Probably a headache coming on and then BAM! RANDOM ITEM STRAIGHT TO THE DOME! His expressions, he's so confused. Comedy gold.

Also I need you all to do yourself another favor, when Captain Super Captain messes with Rippen's robo-leg wires and says: Captain Regular Captain! Look at his legs. Damn...

I love the idea of Rippen and Larry just getting arrested. We get to see Rippen's nice and simple suit, very stylish.

Just this out of context:

Rippen: To be honest, Larry, it feels better not to have you in my belly.

Larry: Really? I was starting to feel at in there. It was kind of cozy.

And we end off with Penn accidentally destroying the city. The day is saved indeed, mission accomplished.

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: Must have sucked that he wasn't super for most of it because you know, it was his dream since he was 6. But happy he learned that powers aren't everything, it's the inner self within that matters. I'm sure he will still never not freak out when they're zapped here.

Boone Wiseman: Doesn't do a whole lot but I do wonder what he's read in others minds that he didn't bring up. Would've like to see that as a gag. Unused potential.

Sashi Kobayashi: Poor Sash. I don't think her power is that bad, don't underestimate the power of smell! It can be so horrible for so many people sensitive to strong odors.

Rippen: This has been on my mind for years! The fact is he is not a supervillain in this world, no powers! My headcanon is that the villain is bitter about that an wants to steal everyone else's powers. Anyways, so close to winning but the power of teamwork saved the day, as always. I just need to know how this guy and the mutant parasite met!

Larry: Super helpful in this world, he can use his special power and not hurt anyone... hugs! I really like that he played a huge part in the plan and actively participated. He even pushed an old man! Evil points!

Dimension(s): Cool world but raises plenty of questions, mainly: what is the entire world like? Is everyone super? If everyone is super, are they really super? What's it like for people not born or accidentally turned super? Can you accidentally become super? I wanna know! Even the politics!

Forms: I like Sashi's because I like skunks, they're cute! Helps that the purple and green combo slaps. Boone's is alright, he looks good. Penn's... not a huge fan on the yellow to be honest with you. But still looks good, especially those two awesome cookies, hugging.

But Rippen's design is awesome! He's just a guy in a giant mech suit but so what? I like it. Larry's is also really cool! He's just a little purple man worm and apparently worms are my jam now so yay!

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The Fast and the Floor Rugs🧞‍♂️

My Ramblings: So, they've fought vampires before and of course Sashi kills them in the most slow and painful way imaginable... did she do this to Rippen, who we see a photo of as a vampire. Probably not, I think it's possible Larry did, as we see in the picture in that particular episode, I'll bring it up again.

Is Phyllis reading a romance novel? It's a nice deep red and says something with love on it. I can't properly see it. But good for her.

Penn and Boone didn't even make a peep when they saw Sashi, they both just smiled, but not in a joking way, more of a you look cute today kind of way. I like their smiles. But also I understand her threat, so far in these episodes, I notice a lot of the time we see Sashi last and the boys say something that can come off as them making fun of her. They're never malicious, I just understand her wrath.

There's that monkey obsession of Boone's flaring up.

Bikers! A good twist on the obviously Aladdin inspired world. Interesting to see a lot of evil or mean bikers in media when in real life, a lot of them are nice, some the nicest and most helpful people. Like Bikers Against Child Abuse. Anyways, Rippen's face when Larry vacuums his rug.

Is it a can of worms to bring up the hero being white in a predominantly non-white place? There's something about that, right? I mean, going back to Aladdin... it's certainly a subject.

I like the conflict at hand between Penn and Boone, I mean, Penn isn't entirely wrong but I still feel for Boone, he's trying his best. Probably hurts more considering this is his family's thing to be wise and helpful to the heroes and him failing at that... ouch. I understand both of them, I've been on both sides.

Trouble in bromance land? Yes, Rippen, actually! His little giggle before saying that. Also his expression and sigh when he realizes that Boone is stuck in the lamp. I like him face and voice, ok? And him scoffing at John DiMaggio biker like a peeved off teenage girl? Great.

It's so funny to see Rippen obey to being pulled over by a cop. Like he's evil but he for some reason respects the law... for a minute. He did that earlier with the carpet train, he just sat and waited impatiently while Penn just flew over it. Trying to be a kiss-ass to the cop while fruitlessly trying to find his license on the empty carpet. Until he realizes it's all pointless and he's evil. Shining gold as ever. Larry didn't even try to help or speak to the cop.

More good advice from Sashi, she's kind of like a Wiseman herself, lots of pep talks from her. Very good scene between Sashi and Penn. She didn't even wanna talk about Boone behind his back, that would've been easy to do but nope!

Why did Rippen have to use the pliers to to fix the lamp below the screen... by his crotch? With loud cranking!? Come on, you know that had to look a bit sus right?

Boone was ready to square up against Rippen so fast, if it wasn't for the fact he was a genie, I believe it would have been over for the poor villain. Boone seems tough he's just a bit cowardly, which is fine! Rippen is too! Too bad sass and pettiness got to Boone from a moody Rippen, an adult man.

To think, Sashi almost died because of Penn... as a monkey.

We adore Boone being difficult towards Rippen either on purpose or not! Gets worse for old Rip, Boone and Larry start to bond over baby nickels! Rippen is too much for me right now, I'm dying of laughter.

Do one of th bikers laugh at Penn's carpet and say "it's small"? I think so.

WILHELM SCREAM! Also Penn killed 3 bikers... not even a joke or a possibility that they survived. Nope! He got them, they're dead! Larry could've almost died we don't know, he blasted off to who knows where.

Awww, Boone being the team's anchor! Sounds mean at first but Penn brought it around. And putting a hand on Boone? I love them. I cherish this dream team. Too bad Rippen's gotta be a problem.

Boone? It's big brain time. Legit one of my favorite episode endings, he's so clever! He so easily manipulates Rippen and uses his own desires against him, even if that's not part of his mission! Great job, Boone! Everyone, clap for Boone! Just so subtlety twisting his words from "annihilate Penn Zero" to "I wish you would make Penn Zero expire", of course Rippen will say exactly what Boone said because he learned he needed to be so damn carful with his words like with the GPS and wanting peace and quiet! I feel bad for Penn, he must have felt so terrified at first. BUT HE TRUSTED HIM! And all that happened was him turning into expired milk! EVERYONE CLAP HARDER! Rippen just being like: alright kill him for real and Boone is like, nah, you already used all your wishes. Go cry about it, bitch!

And Rippen goes out in the funniest way imaginable! I need to clip this and talk about it forever!

I love Boone. I love this dream team. I cherish all of them. But Boone? This is your day! Shine!

I would have been pissed about the Sultan.

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: A low-blow towards his buddy but obviously some feelings he's had over time. Which understandable, I would be frustrated by that, I have been before. But glad that he felt guilty by that, it's good to be honest with your friends but coming off as a jerk doesn't feel good either. Just need to sit down and properly talk about stuff like that.

Boone Wiseman: Like what I said earlier, the ending was awesome, Boone, your a genius! But before that, the break up, I really felt for him, Like I said, it would crush me if my friend said that and that was my whole family's thing. Even though, technically we don't know that yet and sadly don't get that much attention as Sashi's family dynamic. Happy it all turned out right in the end and not in a way where it's like, why are you still friends. It's easy to mess that up.

Sashi Kobayashi: Sage advice from the non-wiseman, that's kinda been her role so far besides the bloodthirsty Sidekick.

Rippen: So damn funny! Like, I died. His raising anger and frustration is so good! The ending? Biggest and funniest L so far!

Larry: Not much to do but funny. This starts a good friendship between Boone and Larry, their bot so different the two.

Dimension(s): Desert... that's it. But the concept of how carpets are just motorbikes is good.

Forms: All great! Especially Genie Boone, I like his pointed ears! Penn's beautiful ponytail and Sashi as a monkey? Adorable. Biker Rippen and Larry ate hard.

[aimlessarchery]

19. A memory of someone they don’t see anymore

// this one got away from me a little tbh lmao?? anyway the inspiration for this one is the description of the Deliverance Hideout in SOV which reads as follows:

"A vast underground cemetery carved out of the earth. Within, commoner's graves lie next to those of nobles and even Zofian royalty."

Clouds hung heavy and gray in the sky on the day that the Deliverance lost Zofia Castle. Rain drenched their clothes and turned the ground to mud beneath their boots as they fled into the woods, down into the damp crypt that was meant to serve select teams of scouts as a hiding place—now meant to shelter the entirety of their forces. Clive took the lead in the march, ushering them all to safety with his head bent low. He works beside his men to prepare the space for the night—counting supplies, stashing weaponry, clearing out ancient stones to make room for weapon racks and bedrolls. Now he stands beside Python, the two of them brushing cobwebs and dust out of empty loculi. (Python tries not to think too hard about whether these shelves had occupants before, or where those hypothetical occupants may be if they aren't here, where they were supposed to be laid to rest.) In the flickering light of torches and lanterns, the golden sun at the head of the Deliverance looks…sallow. For the first time since Python has joined the force, he sees doubt openly tarnish the face of the shining noble knight. "Was real nice of 'em to clear out and leave space here for our rations," Python says dryly, wiping a hand against his pants in a fruitless effort to clean it. "Our new neighbors might stink to high heaven, but at least they're polite." Clive offers him a small chuckle. "Your optimism is admirable. And a bit surprising, coming from you." Python's responding laugh echoes sharply off the catacomb's stone walls. "Oh, no. Lemme be clear: this is miserable, uh, Sir." The honorific is tacked on as an afterthought at the end, as always. "I'm pretty sure I wrenched my shoulder sticking an arrow in one of Slayde's little friends, this whole place stinks of death, and I've got mud crusted in some unmentionable places. I'm just looking forward to finally getting some rest." "Your resilience, then." Another chuckle. And there it is, that overly polite smile that makes Python want to squirm away. "Thank you for standing with us, Python. Truly." The air is stifling suddenly, filled with dust and noble intent. Python grimaces, returning his attention to the loculi in front of him. Names are embossed along the lower edge of the shelf, the lettering somewhat obscured by age. Around the edges, draconic hands cradle them together—holding them in the Mother's arms. He runs a gloved finger along the raised edges, tracing what remains there.

An--- F-r---us, Duke of Lu--n- R--v-, Sh-p--d's Son No matter the circumstances of our birth, Mila's blessed soil reclaims all of us in the end.

---

The catacombs lack the luxury of space required for any segregation of sleeping quarters. Bedrolls are laid practically from end-to-end of the inner sanctuary. Laid on his side, Python gets a distant view of the entrance. Clive leans against his lance—a pale, fixed figure in the dim light, staring out into the hall beyond. Python rolls over, turning his back to watch the rise and fall of Forsyth's breaths beside him in the darkness. Despite his complaints of exhaustion, he sleeps fitfully. The air is too stagnant. The stone is too cold beneath his side. When he closes his eyes, he dreams of the ceiling collapsing and burying them all as one.

[steeltraptrainer]

They land right back where they left off the night before. Between teeth, claws, and a barred door. Their weapons spark as they go on the attack, make the beasts fall. They are at least good at weaving around one another. They take what they can get.

---

Cathedral ward looms. it is huge, and it stinks. The incense is cloying. Ferro winces, and immediately pulls his scarf higher. Eugh. No. He doesn't like it.

"You alright?"

"It stinks. The incense." Giacomo grunts at Ferro's words.

"Not the most pleasant of smells. I can see how it would keep the beasts out." There is noise ahead. The Chapel Dweller. He looks stranger in reality than in the game. More stretched, skin even more sallow.

"Oh... Are you two hunters?" He tilts his head, exposing milky white eyes. Cataracts. "Very sorry, the incense must've masked your scent. Good, good. I've been waiting for one of your ilk. Two are even better." He wrings his hands. "These hunts have everyone all locked up inside. Waiting for it to end… It always does, always has, y'know. Since forever. But it won't end very nicely, not this time. Even some folks hiding inside are goin' bad. The screams of wimminfolk, the stench of blood, the snarls of beasts… none of em's too uncommon now. Yharnam's done fer, I tell ya. But if you spot anyone with their wits about 'em… Tell 'em about this here Oedon Chapel. They'll be safe here. The incense wards off the beasts. Spread the word… tell 'em to come on over."

"Sure. Why not?" Giacomo nods quietly. "It's not a bad idea."

"Yeah, we can do this. It's something."

"You two sound very young. I am so sorry to put this on you."

"Ah, don't worry. We'll be okay. We're hard to kill." And they kind of are, aren't they? Giacomo hopes that they won't die. That they didn't do so against the cleric beast is a wonder already.

"If you say so... Good luck out there."

---

"Where to now?" Ferro is leaning against the doors of the chapel, arms crossed. the bandages that had been around his eyes a day before now pool around his throat, the boy clearly not bothering to tie them today.

"Got a few options. We can walk around the ward for a while. Explore, and see where that lands us. Just have to make sure not to get snatched by an Amygdala." Giacomo crosses his arms. The air currents around them, around the chapel, twist a bit. "We could try to go through Old Yharnam."

"That comes with gunfire."

"Lots of gunfire."

"What else?"

"Find the executioner. Or the workshop."

"Not sure if I feel up for ankle-breaking parkour to get to the workshop."

"Fair." There is silence. "So the gun?"

"Yes. The gun."

"Valid."

---

To even get near the entrance to Old Yharnam, they have to open the entrance first. Neither of them is good with the map. They stumble through the wrong door. The Crow is there, leaning against the wall. She looks up, hums a bit.

"Oh, hello there. Perfect timing." A pause. "I see you have obtained new gear. It suits you." She tilts her head. "Did you steal it from the Father?"

"Ah, no." Ferro chuckles slightly, the sound just shy of embarrassment. "I... The Dream."

"Ah. Very good. Something to keep you two running a bit longer. On that note..." The glass in her mask shows nothing of her face, but Eileen's gaze clearly focuses on them. "Stay away from the tomb near Odeon Chapel for a while."

"We just came from there," Giacomo admits. "Calmed the Padre down and got him home."

"Oh? Curious, that. The Father's old partner, Henryk, went blood mad. He is my mark for tonight." She playfully shushes them, and Ferro has the sudden feeling that she winked at them. "So. Don't go near the tomb below Oedon Chapel in the Cathedral Ward." She turns a bit, then leans back against the wall. "I have business there first." Her low, raspy laughter fills the air.

"Don't die." Ferro swallows past the lump.

"Likewise."

---

"We ain't letting her do this alone, right?" Ferro is quiet as he asks Giacomo. Eileen had left a few moments ago, disappearing with a swish of feathers.

"We sure as dist won't. You think you can try your electricity trick again?" As if to demonstate, Ferro holds up one hand that begins to spark and chirp, discharge growing brighter and brighter by the second.

"This is easy. I can go brighter way easier."

"Good. Henryk's clothes are good against electricity. Lock him up, and then... then what?"

"Dunno. We figure it out when Miss Eileen isn't in danger of dying."

"Fair. Let's go." One advantage they have on Eileen is that they are younger. Younger and faster, and with very little regard for being seen. They only slow down when they clamber onto the roof behind Henryk, where not even 24 hours before they had revived Viola and pulled Gascoigne back from the brink. "You want to try it again like yesterday?"

"Hmhm. Just... dialed up to eleven. If it goes wrong..."

"Try not to die, Ferro. I don't want to hold you as you dissolve. I'll jump in if it seems like Henryk ain't going to go down."

---

They're not here. Henryk can smell the blood, and he sees the puddles. One that smells like Viola, big enough that it is all but guaranteed that she is dead. When he checked the house a good few hours earlier, before the sun dipped in full, neither her nor Gascoigne were home. Ettie was afraid, and so was Colleen. He knew at that point that things were dire. Far too much blood, and deep groves in the stone. There was a fight here. With another hunter. Shit.

He knows there is a haze over his vision. He has to find that hunter. Show them why they weren't allowed to harm his people.

Then... A noise. a teenager in clothes that look far too much like Gascoigne's is dropping down on him, sparking like the Darkbeast locked underneath the Hypogean Gaol. He isn't fast enough to escape.

He never managed to master quickening.

His vision blots and blacks, and there is copper on his tongue. Bit it. His limbs ache and sting. But he can still move. And move he does. His saw cleaver bites into the teenager's shoulder, and he screeches in pain, stumbles back. That is just about enough damage to put him out of commission. Maybe down for good. If the kid doesn't have blood vials.

A fist crashes into his temple. Another teenager, dressed in classic hunter garb. The sparking teenager is fumbling with something, and Henryk can see the way his arm comes back together, realigns itself into its socket. No matter. He managed it once. He can do it again. He doesn't get a chance, not when crow-feathers fill his vision and there is the bite of siderite-steel in his own shoulder.

"Bad choice, Henryk." Crow. Crow, crow, crow, she's here for him. He backpedals, tries to gear up for a three-way fight. He doesn't get a chance. More electricity, applied right through the gap made by the Crow's blades. His vision goes dim as he topples, limbs unable to respond.

---

"You are awful little children." Eileen's breath is surprisingly heavy. And here she thought that she had more stamina. No matter. "Did you not listen to what I said before?"

"We did. And we thought it stupid. You'd have died." The one in the Father's garb grinds out, holding his shoulder still.

"And so would you. Don't think I did not see that wound. You have more luck than sense. Now let me finish the job."

"He was looking for Gascoigne and Viola. We know where they are. That they're safe. Think they might help better than a blade through the heart." Hm. Soft. But skilled.

"You have a soft heart, little one. On you it be, should he grow frantic once more. I will bring him. You have done enough today." She reaches down to haul the unconscious, paralyzed hunter up. "Should we meet again, I would like to know about this power of yours."

"That'll be a long story." The taller teenager sighs. "Come, Ferro. Let's see if we can't find people to send to Oedon Chapel. After we visit the Dream." Good. Something to keep them out of trouble a bit. As the two children vanish into Moon Scent Dust, she hauls Henryk over her shoulder, and begins to walk.

"Your partner and his wife better do as the children hope, Henryk. It would be a shame, to cut you down in front of your two lovers and children..."

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They don't stay in the Dream long. Just long enough that the Doll mends Ferro's clothes. Just long enough to hand her a few books. The surprise on her porcelain face is something that warms them both. A children's introduction to the eighteen types, with colorful illustrations of the most common Pokémon of each type. They hope the Doll will like it. They feel it before it happens, and sit down, right before

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Hitagi Honeymoon

004

On our honeymoon trip, Kanbaru Suruga accompanied us as well.

Why, you may ask?

Before I could even raise the question, my wife— Araragi Hitagi— had already factored her in as a member of the trip, as if she were another character among the list of suspects in a mystery novel.

By the time I had carefully planned the three-day, two-night itinerary, including destinations within Tochigi Prefecture, and even woven in some glamping in Nasu Highlands— she had nonchalantly changed the lineup to make it so.

It was a decided matter.

Hitagi-san, who famously had her own father tag along on our first date, has transcended six years of time and changed her family name, but it seems her mental resolve remains unyielding.

“Well, although I did say earlier that I often go to the observatory, I haven't been able to hang out with Kanbaru much lately. Despite finally getting to work in Japan, I've been swamped with settling into the Japanese branch, and Kanbaru has her studies to focus on… Even I couldn't help her with the grueling exam preparations to become a doctor, so all I could do was watch over her from afar.”

“Oh, right, Kanbaru is aiming to become a sports doctor, isn't she? That's why she enrolled in the medical department of a physical education university.”

Compared to me, who struggled with entrance exam studies just to attend the same university as her, the motivation behind her ambitions was worlds apart. Speaking of which, what happened with that? Being abroad, I've been oblivious to any news. It would've been nice to ask her during the wedding (Kanbaru served as Hitagi's bridesmaid, even though it was a traditional Japanese wedding).

“Now she's in her fifth year, and since it's medical school, she won't graduate until the year after next. But she does have various internships and such.”

“Seems like everyone's constantly doing internships when they're young.”

“While she continues to pursue her dream of becoming the sports doctor for the professional basketball team she had always hoped for, it seems the team itself is looking for someone with experience. The fact that she participated in the Inter-High in high school wasn't all in vain. To become a sports doctor, she'll need to work for more than four years after obtaining her medical license, so the road ahead may be long. That being said, if she pushes herself just a tad, she'll be able to join our honeymoon trip without a hitch.”

“It sounds great, but it's like our gears don't fit together. Who's spinning their wheels here – me, or you? You're pushing her a little too hard. Regardless of our plans, it feels like it was a given that Kanbaru would join us on our honeymoon.”

“What's wrong with that? It's like an American family sitcom. I'm even considering the possibility of sharing a house with Kanbaru.”

“Even though we aren't living together?”

“There's a lot to catch up on. Koyomi, don't let your old, outstanding junior becoming a renowned future doctor shake you up; celebrate her accomplishment properly.”

I feel like this wouldn't exactly qualify as a honeymoon anymore, but more like Kanbaru's consolation trip... No, it's not that I don't want to celebrate her new beginning. On the contrary, I'm filled with the desire to celebrate.

Isn't the honeymoon, which originated with Sakamoto Ryouma, fundamentally something that a married couple goes on alone?

"What's this? You're the type to brazenly challenge the notion of married couples having the same surname, and yet you're willing to bow down to such a trivial bit of common knowledge?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it does sound pretty weak…"

"Rather than going on two trips, wouldn't it be nice to wrap it up in one go?"

"So you're just trying to avoid the hassle, huh? Both the honeymoon and the consolation trip?"

"Oh no, actually, I'm quite satisfied with the interesting plan of taking Senjougahara to Senjougahara. Not a hassle at all. I just want to let my dear junior participate in this fun experience too."

When bundled together as a cute and amusing plan, the nuance of the two-night, three-day trip changes a bit—but if they're up for it, I would be happy too.

Such a production, which would culminate in taking away Hitagi's name, is the most painful and the one thing I must not do, as it would leave me with nothing but self-indulgence.

“I knew that Senjougahara was in Tochigi Prefecture, but it's my first time going there, and I didn't even know that the stars were so beautiful. Having lived as a Senjougahara for nearly a quarter of a century, I consider this a life-long mistake and a loss I wish to recover as soon as possible. So, I'm in quite the high spirits. Even as she is, Hanekawa-san will still help us, won't she?”

“She's like… a genuine revolutionary, you know?”

Her style is different, as are her principles.

“If only we could get in touch with her, I would have loved to invite Hanekawa-san to the Haney-moon, as well.”

“Are you trying to be witty?”

That Hanekawa was no longer the Hanekawa we once knew.

Again, all records of her were erased two years ago.

Now she existed only in our memories.

“That said, if we count the participants, we can’t overlook the fact that even you aren't alone. Wouldn't it be nice to travel with one companion each?”

Oh, she found the blind spot before the blind snake stone was found.

If you’re asking why, it’s because my shadow-dwelling companion, Oshino Shinobu, formerly known as Heartunderblade, would inevitably accompany me on my trip to Tochigi Prefecture. So closely intertwined were we that the realization eluded both Shinobu and me.

If Shinobu was to me what Kanbaru was to Hitagi, then there could be no objection.

Besides, it would be easier to fight at any time.

Because a fight to the death may await us at our honeymoon destination with a nine-tailed fox scheming to destroy Japan.

A doctor and a vampire.

Like a medical team and battle companions… more indispensable than even a thermos or a smartphone.

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[writerdream22]

requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Dream of the Endless x reader, Roderick Burgess x reader, etc.

warnings: cursing, plus blood and violence might be mentioned

a/n: I unfortunately didn't think the 'soulmate/ seeing colours for the first time' trope fit with the series and Morpheus' character, so I tried to change it up a bit. I hope it's ok!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

You'd been hearing about the devil being held captive at the Burgess manor for a long time, and you were starting to think that maybe the rumors were true.

You weren't one to mess with the supernatural, not in the slightest. However, your family was involved in it, and you had a vast knowledge about the matter. The fact that your father had been invited to stay at the manor for a few days, though, seemed like the perfect occasion to prove whether the rumors were true or not.

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“We're here” your father stated, as you and your parents stepped off your car and walked towards the entrance to the Burgess manor “Don't do anything that would embarrass me, y/n. Roderick was nice enough to welcome us into his home, and I don't want you to ruin this for me and your mother”.

“Yes, father.” you simply responded, while struggling to hold your suitcase.

Your father was about to say something else, when the door opened and on the other side were three people: two servants, and an old man who seemed to be Mr. Burgess himself. “Ferdinand! It's so nice to see you!” he exclaimed, greeting his friend and signaling for his servants to take our baggage; you refused their help, knowing very well that your parents' luggage would have already been too much to bring inside by themselves.

“Marge! And y/n! My, how you've grown! Come on in!” Mr. Burgess then said, before welcoming you into his majestic house. As you walked in, you noticed that all the furnishings were dark-coloured, which gave an ominous and eerie feeling to the whole space they covered.

While your father and your mother talked with the man, you started walking around and observing everything that was around you. All of a sudden, you stumbled upon a young man; he seemed to be about your age, and your memory suggested you that it was Alex, Roderick's son.

“Oh! I'm sorry!” he apologized “Oh, y/n! It's you!”.

“In the flesh” you stated, laughing as you hugged who you considered to be your childhood friend. “How's it been? Is Lucifer doing well in the basement?”

“Well, we both aren't well. And you — you shouldn't know about that”

“I know lots of things. And I would like to encounter this creature you're holding captive. Because —” you were distracted by a raven, which just so happened to squawk and fly out of a tree in that moment. “Because” you continued “The devil doesn't have ravens. The Lord of Dreams, however, does”

Alex seemed too scared to say anything, if not for a warning about what his ' special guest' was able to do. You shrugged your shoulders and went to reunite with your father, as not to anger him nor your mother too much.

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There were a hundred people that day at the party. At least. You'd tried to count them, to no avail, in an attempt to try and make time go by more rapidly.

Everyone seemed too immersed in their own conversation to notice that you were standing by yourself; not even Alex was there to keep you company, as he was running around to attend to his father's needs.

That's when you came up with an idea: why not go down the stairs that led to the manor's basement? It would be just a minute you thought to see if the rumors are true or not. Without a second thought, you made sure that no one was looking your way before descending into the Devil's lair.

You almost fell down a couple times, but you managed to get to the basement without a bruise.

“For the love of—” you cursed, as your eyes met the gigantic glass bowl and the seemingly sleeping man that was inside it.

You started walking around in circles, to analyze its structure, but when the 'Devil' suddenly held up his head you freezed. It wasn't for his beautiful face, nor for the fact that his eyes conveyed deep hatred and hurt.

It was because you'd seen things. There seemed to be a whole universe in the creature's eyes, and you couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was like the world had brighter colours than before. After a short while, you figured that you had to say something, anything, to make him understand that you didn't have any bad intentions.

“Oneiros ”

He seemed to recognize that name, as his expression somewhat changed to one of surprise — so it is him after all you told yourself

“You.” he seethed. It was clear that he wanted to know who you were, so you introduced yourself.

“I saw them” the Lord of Dreams began, almost whispering as to not let anyone hear “The stars. The colours. Everything”. 

“Everything?” you questioned, earning a subtle nod in response. “I came to get you out of here. And I don’t know how, but I hope I’ll find out a way while I’m here”. 

It seemed like the dark-haired-figure was about to say something, but the sound of a few people walking down the stairs made you react instinctively by running to hide yourself behind a wall. As cliché as the situation was, it seemed like you’d gone unnoticed and tried to hear to what was being said.

“Roderick, this is him?”. It was my father’s voice. What the hell?

“Yes” the Magus responded, “I believe that with your abilities, you might be able to get him to do something for me”.

“I don’t think it would be wise of you to anger the Lord of Dreams, Morpheus. The Endless are known to be quite vengeful, especially when humans dare to treat them in such a way” my father observed, to which his friend responded, “He can’t do anything as long as we keep him inside that circle”.

Your father then sighed, clearly frustrated by Mr. Burgess’ way of thinking, then invited him to go back upstairs, stating that they couldn’t keep their guests waiting for them.

As to prevent your parents from getting more suspicious, you followed their path (careful not to be noticed) and went to the dining room.

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You couldn’t keep your mind away from the brief conversation you’d had with Morpheus. What he’d said about him seeing things after you’d walked into the basement was utterly confusing, but you never questioned whether something made sense or not since your whole family dealt with the Occult.

After that night, you tried to think of a way to free the Lord of Dreams without drawing too much attention, but it seemed to be impossible. There weren't any books in your possession nor in Mr. Burgess' that would have been of help.

While you and your mother drank tea in the manor's garden, you caught sight of a raven flying around. It was the same that you'd noticed the day before, and it was obviously there for a specific reason which was very clear to you since you did know who the Lord of Dreams and his companions were.

Your eyes widened. The raven might have helped, but how exactly?

Therefore, a couple of days later, you went back into the basement.

“The raven—” you blurted out “—it might help you. But I don't know how to communicate with it. Does it understand common tongue?”. The Endless nodded slowly, then pointed to the ceiling.

“Is it up there now? Nearby?” you questioned, to which he responded with a faint “Inside”.

“She's inside, good. Now I just need to—”

Almost immediately, the creature you'd been talking about flew into the room and landed on top of the sphere in which its master was detained; then, it started pecking at the glass surface in an attempt to break it.

Morpheus' eyes were now full of hope, and he slowly stood up as to beckon the raven to hurry up. When you started seeing a crack, you knew that it would have been mere minutes before he could escape.

But, Destiny had other plans.

All of a sudden, you heard the shot of a gun; and the raven was no more than blood splashed onto the sphere's surface. You didn't say anything, but turned around and met the eyes of your father, Mr. Burgess and Alex.

“Y/n, step away” said your father, to which you shook your head. “I don't want you to get hurt. Please, step away from the orb”

“I said no, father” you responded sternly, stepping right in front of the sphere “If you hurt him, you have to hurt me.”

Your eyes went to Mr. Burgess, then to Alex, then to your father. Then to Mr. Burgess again. His eyes were fixed onto Morpheus, who was staring at you.

The old man smirked, then quickly walked in your direction and grabbed your arm. You exclaimed a 'No!' before he also grabbed your neck and made you face the Eternal.

“I'll tell you what, Dream Lord” he said “I will do no harm to miss Y/l/n if you give me what I want”

At that moment, the dark-haired man was clearly preoccupied, and so was your father since he was begging Roderick to let you go.

“Don't touch me, you —” you shouted, only to be interrupted by the white-haired man who questioned “What if I do? Your friend can't do anything. But I can free him if he gives me something in return”

At that point, the Lord of Dreams was clearly torn about what to do. His eyes conveyed sadness and despair, and you silently hoped that somehow, he might have escaped without your help.

You started thinking about different scenarios that could have taken place from that moment on, and something in your mind clicked. The circle.

While Roderick was concentrated on Morpheus, you put your foot onto the spell — that, in your opinion, had been made horribly — and smudged it in the best way possible. You then looked at the Eternal, whose eyes were still fixed onto you, and that's when he saw that you'd given him the perfect opportunity to escape.

Little did you know, he wasn't going to leave you behind.

He turned to look at the man who was holding you hostage, and his expression changed to one that conveyed rage. “So, what do you say, Dream Lord?” Mr. Burgess threateningly questioned.

“I say... that you die”

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Leather and Lace

The one where Harry goes to the Grammy's and Y/N is his date

Word count: 4,960

A/N: Hello beautiful friends! Harry at the Grammy's just blew me away, the leather look is all I want to talk about for the rest of my life.

I was feeling inspired and decided it was only fitting to continue Adore You. Part two is Three Time following nominations. So this is part three. Yes, I have a soft spot for Harry and Atticus. Will always write for them if the inspiration strikes.

warnings: smut (female pleasure), pandemic

There's been one thought running through Y/N's head for most of the day, and Harry can tell because it's nearing five pm and she has not started on dinner. Instead, she's sitting on the backyard steps that give her the beautiful view of the pacific ocean, an empty glass of wine in hand.

Harry doesn't say anything, just sits next to her, knowing she will speak when she's ready, but he also knows she enjoys the quiet moments with him.

Y/N leans her head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath before settling down the wine glass to wrap her arms around his bicep.

"You asked me an important question."

"Wasn't that important." He shrugs.

"Harry," No nickname making sure he knows she's serious. "It is important. You asked me to be your date to the Grammys where you're opening the show and are a three-time nominee during a pandemic."

"Well, when you put it like that." He teases.

Y/N and Harry made two years of dating on February 16. To celebrate, they had dinner from their favorite Italian food place with chocolate strawberries for dessert that Atticus made for them with the help of Mitch and Sarah, who were more than pleased to take him for the night. It was a beautiful day primarily spent in bed talking and enjoying each other, reminding each other how much they were loved and would continue to be as years went on.

Two years and their relationship has been well hidden. Honestly, Jeff has been impressed at how not one word has gotten out. This may be due to only close friends and family knowing about the relationship. Also that they spent almost one entire year inside due to this ongoing pandemic.

She's not worried about others finding out about her relationship with Harry; that isn't her big concern; it is what they will say about her and Atticus. Harry is a single dad to the world, and Atticus is his first priority, and everyone knows that; she does not want to be the reason they write about how Harry is a neglecting father for dating someone so openly. She fears the backlash and how it can affect how Harry sees her.

Reasonably, Y/N knows that won't happen and that Harry sees her as his life partner as he's told her on multiple occasions. Also, the assurance that Atticus gives to her by calling her Mum more openly around their family. The constant I love you's get her through it.

"I understand if you aren't ready, love."

"Don't think I'll ever be ready, but there are lots of times where I just find myself wanting to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you." Harry smiles, knowing he's felt the exact same way.

"Yes, I'll be your date to the Grammys." She breathes out after a moment of silence.

Harry sits up straight, shifting to make her look him in the eyes. "Yeah, you will?"

"I'd be honored."

Harry's smile is breathtaking, and the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers. It's passionate and full of thank you's because she knows how much this means to him.

He pulls back but not before pecking her lips twice.

"I'm going to call Jeff." Harry rushes inside, leaving her alone once more, but a sincere smile is left on her face.

Y/N said yes because even though a part of her wanted to say no, the urge to say yes won because to be there by his side holding his hand no matter the results win her over.

She says yes because as much as she may have wanted to say no, the urge to say yes and be there by his side, holding his hand no matter the results, wins her over.

Harry comes back ten minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand, with his eyes shining bright as if he had already won the award. "Jeff said it's all set. He's going to be our third wheel for the night."

She laughs, knowing very well he loves when Jeff has to be around them without his wife now. Always teasing him, but also very happy for him.

"Pop that open then! Let us celebrate." They walk back into the house, getting glasses, when they hear small steps approaching them.

Atticus is thrilled at hearing the news about Harry performing at the Grammys. He got even more excited when he found out Harry was taking Y/N as his date. Told them that she would be the prettiest on the carpet, Harry had pouted, asking what about him. Only to agree when Atticus said no one's beauty compares to his Mum's.

Harry had asked Glenne to watch over Atticus, and she eagerly accepted. They let Atticus know, and he was over the moon excited. Atticus knew his Auntie Glenne had a hard time saying no to him.

In a different time, if there was no pandemic, Harry knows Atticus and Y/N would have been the perfect dates for what is supposed to be a joyous night.

Grammy day arrived, and Harry walked the red carpet alone.

It's something all three agreed on, not at all wanting to steal any attention when it was such a big debut for Harry. As much as Harry wanted photos with her, he knew this was the way to go; she would be sitting next to him for the rest of the night, which he was thankful for.

Harry felt comfortable and happy in his red carpet look. He was wearing a green and yellow check tweed jacket and a tartan sweater combo worn, flared trousers, and lavender boa. It was a bit different but entirely himself, and that's all he wanted.

As soon as he's done posing for photos, he has his mask back on and is ushered into his changing room to change for his performance happening very soon.

Y/N is waiting in there chatting with Sarah, and when Harry opens the door, he's taken back by her beauty. Yes, he saw her dressed at home, but she seems like a dream here in this new light. Y/N is wearing a lilac satin backless dress, a long slit going up her left leg. She's wearing gold heels that their wonderful friend Harry Lambert acquired for her. The gold primrose signet ring adorned her right-hand ring finger. A few more that she has gifts from her mother and others she bought for herself, but his attention is on the one he gives her because even as she is in a conversation with someone she's fidgeting with, she has the feel of it under her fingers.

"Clear the room, friends," Jeff announces. "Styles here has to get ready. We can start heading to the stage."

Everyone is up and out in a matter of seconds, Jeff shutting the door behind him, telling him he only has fifteen minutes.

More than enough.

"Are you going to help me or just sit there ogling me?"

She smirks. "If I help, there's no saying you'll get clothes on in time."

Harry feels a twitch in his trousers and knows she's right. He huffs, not bothering to argue, just throwing his lavender boa in her direction.

"I'll always accept a striptease."

"I should have had Jeff kick you out as well," Harry says, not meaning a single word.

Y/N pouts. "Not nice, H."

"Baby, please. No more teasing, not really a fan of going on television with a boner, especially in leather." Harry stops her before she can continue on.

"Alright, I'll behave."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief because he's always so close to caving in. She has that effect on him.

Y/N sits there, turned on by Harry changing his outfit. What she wishes she was home instead because watching and not being able to touch is absolute torture.

Harry shimmy himself into the leather pants wanting to get Y/N to laugh, and it works like he knew it would.

"Got a nice ass, Styles. Might have to take it for a ride."

Harry mutters a fuck, and she's giggling. "It's like you hate me."

"On the contrary, I adore you."

"Yeah, well, hand me the jacket, please."

Y/N gets up, the black leather cropped jacket in hand; she stands behind him, guiding him to slip in his left arm, followed by his right. It rests perfectly on his shoulders; she let her hands slide down his arms before turning him around and getting a good look at the completed fit.

She takes a step back as Harry reaches for the mint feathered boa slipping it over his shoulders before dramatically swinging it over his left shoulder. He poses a hand on his hip.

"What's the verdict?" He's biting back a laugh.

"I'm in love. You should ask for my help in designing a look more often." Y/N's gaze has not left his exposed torso. The butterfly fly tattoo starting back at her, Harry's a bit leaner, but he's never looked, fitter. Definitely, feel lucky she can run her fingers over his abs as soon as they get home.

"You recommended no shirt."

"And look how right I was. Your fans are going to go crazy."

"There's only one person I care about going crazy." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her neck before trailing up to her lips. Leaving soft kisses, not giving her more, and she needs it. She needs him to push her up against a wall and just take her.

"Trust me, baby. I'm showing so must restraint right now. Fuck, you need to walk out now before you're late."

Harry smirks; he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's the reason he's wearing leather, having confessed thinking he'd look really good. And right she was. "Need a good luck kiss."

Y/N nods, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, the heels adding a few extra inches making her aligned perfectly with his plump pink lips. She's gentle as she connects their lips; he wraps a hand around her waist before taking control of the kiss, slipping his tongue inside; she lets out a soft moan as he kisses her with all he has. Harry pulls away, a dimpled grin on his face. "Lots of luck in that kiss." a

She nods, still in a daze. "I'll be watching, baby."

Harry and Y/N walk out hand in hand, masks on as they find Jeff, who directs him to the stage entrance, a whispered I love you and a final kiss. He's walking towards the stage, greeting each of his band members lingering a second longer with Sarah.

Y/N was grateful she was allowed to watch the performance from a hidden side stage with Jeff by her side. Those three minutes of Harry singing, she was left in awe as she always is; he's got a way of capturing your full attention. She let out a gasp when Harry threw the boa and turned to have exposed his chest, a broad smile on her face. Jeff was trying to stifle a laugh next to her, and she knew he would be passing this information along.

She felt lucky to be loved by Harry.

As soon as Harry finished performing, Jeff ushered her to his changing room where she could watch the other performances as they waited for Harry to join them once more before going to sit at the socially distanced tables.

Harry came back, a deep smirk on his face, his mint boa now resting on Mitch's neck. "What you think, love?"

"You were wonderful; you and the band just killed it. I felt like it was my first time listening to it. Those note changes were beautiful." She hugs him, happy to have him in her arms again. "Get changed, not much time."

Harry nods, going to the clothes rack but comes back to give Y/N a kiss. She feels herself melt into his touch. She pulls away and sees his green eyes glistening. "Thank you for being here." Before she can respond, he's walked away and changing into his previous outfit.

Harry is dressed, and Jeff ushers them out. Harry leads, greeting people as they walk by, occasionally stopping for someone. Y/N falls behind, smiling at everyone from behind a mask, she laughs, remembering others can't see it, but hopefully, they feel it. She spots a women's restroom and grabs Jeff's arm to get him to stop. He turns concerned. She leans in close, letting him know she's heading to the restroom and will catch up soon.

Y/N is walking out of the restroom heading down the hall when she stops hearing her name called. She turns and finds it's her good friend Julia Michaels.

"Hi darling," Y/N greets a large smile hiding behind her mask. "You look brilliant." Julia was dressed in a black gown adorned with white patterns resembling seashells and her tattoos on full display. Y/N was in awe.

"Thank you! As do you." She says, pulling her in a hug. "Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

Y/N laughs. "Don't know about that; I've been living in London for years now. Might be that I've been around my British friends constantly."

"That or-"

Julia is interrupted by a man calling her name. Y/N sees it's her boyfriend, JP Saxe.

"Ah, the beau is calling for you, it seems." Y/N teases.

"Oh bummer, I love chatting with you. I would tell you all about him, but I'd expect the same."

"What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, but Julia sees past her.

"Well, who's your date?"

She can feel her face warm, knowing exactly who she's referring to.

"I came with my boyfriend," Y/N answers proudly.

Before Julia can respond, Y/N feels a hand on her back and turns to find Harry behind her. "Calling for us to head to our seats, nominations up next."

"Okay, H." She smiles, knowing there was a look of concern for her hiding behind the mask.

Harry seems to remember she was speaking with someone.

"Hello, Julia, lovely music. This one always plays it around the house." Harry knocks his hip with Y/N's. "Especially this new song that's nominated, she always had it playing. Soon my son was singing it as well. It meant I had to join in. I don't like being the odd one out."

"Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you could all enjoy my music. We've been doing the same. Fine Line is a gorgeous album. Best of luck tonight." Julia tells him sincerely.

"You as well."

"One last thing between us."

"Of course," he nods.

"She's a special one; take real good care of her." Y/N has never been more thankful for a mask because it hides her face that she is slowly starting to heat up.

"I like to think I've been doing a good job, or she wouldn't have stuck around for two years so far."

Julia doesn't hide her shock, her eyes go wide, and Harry just smirks.

Y/N laughs. "We have been good at laying low. Except for this one, he likes to always be doing something new."

"What can I say? I like to keep busy." Harry shrugs, knowing everyone knows about his next film in London.

"Now we definitely have to grab dinner soon or a zoom date, I don't know. I want to hear all about it." Y/N can tell Julia is curious but overall happy for her.

With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Harry escorts her to their seats.

"Someone is very open," Y/N tells him, adjusting her dress as she sits down.

"She's a good friend of yours but also Niall's. I know we can trust her." Harry tells her honestly.

"I see. We'll see how interviews go soon." Y/N knows Jeff had told them he had to do at least one interview if he didn't win, and if he did, it would just be him addressing the virtual press room.

Harry is sitting in the middle, Jeff to his left andY/N to his right. He's never felt as safe when they name the nominees for the category.

Y/N feels the tight grip Harry has on her thigh, and his left hand is rubbing up and down his pants to dry the sweat she can only imagine is building up. She looks up at his face, but he's calm, but she knows him; there's a storm of thoughts running through his head. Y/N knows there isn't much to help ease, but she can remind him she's there for him. She lifts his hand that was resting on her thigh to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss through her mask, yes he can't feel it, but the sentiment is there. She sets his hand back, fingers now intertwined with hers. Y/N knows he's looking at her and meets his gaze reassuring him with his eyes she loves him.

Rachelle Erratchu is opening the envelope, and in the next few seconds, she will announce the winner for the best pop solo performance.

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

Harry sits there shocked, his shoulders dropped, eyes wide, not at all able to hide the shock. He just heard his name called; he just won a Grammy.

In the next second, he's standing up, removing his mask, his nervous smile now able to be seen by the camera. Jeff is quick to pull him in a tight hug. Y/N stands feeling the happiness travel through her entire body.

Harry won.

A mask is no longer hiding his smile, and she knows if she removed her, she'd have a matching smile. Harry hugs her tight, her arms going around his waist; she can feel how fast his heart is beating. Harry is not at all ready to let her go but knows he has an acceptance speech to give.

"You did it, H," she whispers, ushering him to head up the stage.

Harry gets up, letting out a deep breath as he hears the applause continue. He picks up the Grammy for a second before setting it back down. He looks out at the audience, and he's just astounded that he's won.

"Wow, um..." Harry takes a deep breath before starting. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my album came out, during a day off in Nashville. I just wanna say thanks to Tom, Tyler, and Mitch, and everyone, Rob Stringer, everyone at Columbia, my manager Jeffrey who always nudged me to be better and never pushed me and thank you so much, and I feel very grateful to be here." He smiles at Y/N. "Thank you to my son, who has been the light in my life and my biggest fan. Everything I do is for him, and I hope I continue to make him proud. I love you, darling boy." Harry knows he's got only so much time left, but there is one last person to thank. He doesn't address her by name, but everyone in that room knows what he says next is for Y/N as he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Thank you for believing in me. I was not the easiest to deal with when we first met, but you're here and have been every step of the way. Thank you for helping me become a better man each day. I adore you." He chuckles, continuing on, "All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much; I feel very honoured to be among you, so thank you so much."

Harry walks off stage, leaving the grammy he had just won behind, eager to have Y/N back in his arms. His eyes are set on her; she's standing arms open, ready for him. He melts into her touch, hiding his head in her neck placing a gentle kiss on her exposed neck. "I love you," he whispers.

Y/N softly cradles his cheek as he leans into her touch, her eyes filling with tears of joy. "I love you, H."

Harry pulls away, letting her take a step back as Jeff hugs him tighter than before. He's so happy he places an affectionate kiss on Jeff's masked cheek.

Harry's happy; he knows he didn't need an award to let him know how talented he was, but it was an honor to have his support team by his side as he did receive the award.

Harry had taken Y/N with him to help change, claiming he needed help. Jeff knew better but let them be.

As soon as Harry ushered them into the changing room, he pushed her up against the locked door, ripped his mask off, shoving it in his pocket, kissing down her neck.

Y/n reaches a shaky hand up to remove her mask, letting it fall in Harry's waiting hand to place next to him.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

Harry, never one to deny her, brings his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as he claimed control over her mouth, hungry and intense as if she'd disappear if he would slow down.

Y/N laughs as her hands rest on his shoulder, letting him kiss all the skin she has exposed.

"Baby, you're a Grammy winner." A hand now in his hair as she feels his lips right above the curve of her breasts.

"Just like you."

"Atticus must be so proud," Y/N says, now lost in thought.

Harry pulls back, "As much as I love our baby, please don't mention him as I'm trying to shag you in my dressing room."

Y/N grins nodding, she pushes the plaid jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. "Sorry, did you say shag? Is that Grammy fame getting to your head?" She teases

"The only place my head is going is between your thighs." His voice rough, no longer teasing. She can see the lust building in his emerald eyes.

"Guess I'm the real winner," Y/N tells him, pushing up her dress to reveal her black lace panties, Harry's favorites.

"Fuck." Harry trails his hands down her thighs as he sinks to his knees.

Y/N holds her dress up as Harry begins to pull down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. "Those are too hot to be hidden, baby. Fuck, knowing you had those on the whole time for me has me so hard." He unbuttons his trousers giving himself breathing space.

"Please, baby," Y/N begs, wanting him to give her some kind of release.

"Alright, darling, since we don't have much time."

Y/N has her legs spread open for Harry; her face was flushed, knowing the pleasure Harry would soon bring her. She was wet; she had been since she saw Harry perform in his whole leather outfit; she swears this look will enter her dreams when he's away.

"Love, you're so wet." He smirks, knowing this was for him, but a bit of confirmation never hurt anyone. "All-cause of me?"

"Yes, always wet for you." She breathes out, looking down at him.

Harry leans in, pressing soft kisses on her thigh, getting her to relax, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he's going to. He loves how soft her skin is; he litters kisses as he watches her, still feeling how close he is to where they both want him to be.

Y/N feels like she can't breathe; Harry's teasing always so good but not now. Not when she wants him inside her, but she settles for him eating her out. He's proven more than a dozen times how good he is with his tongue.

"I'm ready, darling. I'm ready to taste you, fuck, you smell amazing, but oh, there's something special about how you taste. Will you let me?" Harry asks, always asking for her consent, never wanting her to feel pressured.

"Yes, please." Harry always knows what she needs; she's happy to relinquish all control to him.

Harry tightened his grips on her thighs, scooting closer. He smiles at how glistening her pussy looks for him. How wet he's made her. He didn't have time for foreplay as much as he wanted to tease her have her withering under his touch. He drove right in, his tongue in between her lips, tasting her sweet juices. It was good, sweet, and just for him.

Y/N let out a moan; Harry wanted more from her; he wanted her a moaning mess. Y/n felt his tongue against her most sensitive spot and felt her knees go weak, fuck; he knew exactly how to bring her the pleasure she seeks.

Harry's eyes were closed, focusing on the noises Y/N was making and savoring the taste.

Y/N has a hand in his hair, her right hand holding up her bunched-up dress. "My winner," she moans out.

"You're always a winner. Fuck, so good." She pants.

"You are….baby" Nothing's making sense. She's lost in her pleasure. Harry was focusing on her clit; he licked at the small peek, knowing she was close.

She pulls harder on his hair, he lets out a moan against her pussy, and it brings her twice the pleasure. "Make me cum, baby." She whines, "Show me exactly why a song about oral sex deserved to win."

Harry, edged on by her words, begins to suck on her clit, letting her feel the ecstasy it brings her. Y/N lost in her pleasure, misses Harry's cursing against her.

"Harry, I'm close." She whimpers out.

"Cum for me, darling." He doesn't slow down, lapping against her pussy, taking everything she gives him. He sucks on her clit, swirling his tongue around as he brings a finger to her hole, gently pushing in, knowing it will drive her over the edge.

"Fuck, you're always a winner. This mouth is always a winner."

Y/N whines out his name, pulling him closer as he licks up all she offered him, letting her ride out her orgasm enjoying every moment. Harry pulls his hand away, setting it on her exposed thigh, drawing small comforting circles, until he's sure she's ridden it through.

She lets out a long sigh as she slides down the door, no longer able to stay standing. Harry grins, guiding her down gently as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I return the favor?" She blinks at him, lust still swimming in her eyes.

Harry blushes but not at all embarrassed. "Watching you cum for me did the job, baby."

She pouts her lips.

"Can treat me to a good time later," he promises; she eagerly nods, already knowing how she'd make him go crazy at him. The taste of him on her tongue later, something to look forward to.

"Think this was the reason you had a third outfit picked." She jokes,

Harry laughs, "Definitely."

Y/N and Harry sit there staring at each other, blissed out in pleasure, taking in the other's smile when a loud knock on the door startles them reminding them where they are.

"When you walk out of here, there better not be a single trace to what you did in there," Jeff tells them.

Harry smirks, "oh Jeffery, who does he take us for?"

Y/N is helped to her feet by Harry, who slips her panties back up her thighs. Y/N walks to the restroom to fix herself while Harry washes his face at the sink provided. Harry is quick to get out of his clothes and into the final outfit of the night. An orange blazer with a white low-cut shirt and plaid pants.

He's ready to step back out and mingle, showing off his girlfriend to everyone who approaches them. Harry stands in front of the mirror looking at the deep red mark on his neck where she left a love bite; he doesn't even remember her giving it to him.

She smirks, seeing him trace his finger over it. Y/N walks up to him, placing the black-feathered boa over his shoulders.

"I could get behind the feathered boas if it means I can leave more kisses like that behind," Y/N tells him as he swings it over his shoulder, adjusting it to hide the mark that would bruise over the next few hours.

"We'll see, love."

Y/N stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She smooths her hands over her dress, happy with how she looks. Not at all like she was just given the orgasm of her life. Harry smiles, grateful she was here with him on an important day. He loves her, and he knows she loves him.

"Ready, love?" He stands being her, hand on her waist

She turns her head up to look at him, puckering her lips, waiting for a kiss that Harry happily gives her. "Now, I'm ready."

Y/N and Harry walk hand in hand, masks on.

Harry may not have won any more awards, but he truly felt like he had won it all way before ever hearing his name being called. With a woman like Y/N on his side who was intelligent, beautiful, and independent, constantly pushing him to be a better person every day, there was no way he would ever know what it would be like to lose.

Thank you so much for reading! I adore you. Hopefully, the future allows me to write for Harry, Atticus, and Y/N some more but for now I hope you enjoyed this continued story. <333

[ghoulish-fiction]

I haven't been writing lately because life is a bitch. Thanks to those who have waited patiently. It isn't much, but here is a little drabble. Enjoy. 🖤

Rain/Trans Masc Reader. Mostly fluff, with just a touch of NSFW at the end. Vaginal fingering. Pet names. Dewdrop makes an appearance but not in a sexy way.

After yet another long day on tour you are ready to climb into Rain's bunk on the tour bus. You love being on tour with the band, but it is exhausting. You're always happy to have a warm ghoul to cuddle with at the end of every night. When you slide open the curtain you are greeted by a warm, sharp grin. Your mate throws back the blanket for you and holds out an arm.

"There you are, baby." He purrs as you cuddle up against his side.

"Hi Rainy. Sorry I took so long. I didn't want to get out of the hot shower. It was so nice. Aren't you cold?"

You are dressed in warm pajamas and he is in just his boxers, but when you press your hands to his bare, fuzzy chest you find him hot to the touch.

Rain laughs, "When am I ever cold?"

"Fair enough." You laugh.

He drapes the blanket back over you and himself. He wraps you up in his arms and tail to squeeze you tight. You giggle and squirm as Rain kisses your neck.

"Rainy! Stooop!" You squeal.

Suddenly a loud thud near your head makes you jump. Rain's claws press into you slightly as he holds you in a protective grip, but he quickly relaxes when someone speaks.

"Yeah, Rainy boy, stop. Some of us are trying to sleep." Dewdrop complains from the bunk above yours.

"Yeah, yeah Dew." Rain says, "How long where you fucking that guy last night? Three? Four hours?"

"Three and a half I think." You chime in.

You and Rain both giggle but Rain motions for you to be quiet by placing a finger over his own grin.

You jump again when Dew flings your curtain open and sticks his head in, his hair cascading down to your sheets.

"Fuck you, Rain." Dewdrop says, but there is no venom in his voice.

"Kiss me." Rain says as he reaches for Dew who quickly retreats to his bunk.

"In your dreams, water boy!" Dew teases.

"Every night. My love burns brighter than you!"

Dewdrop laughs in spite of himself, "Just try to keep it down, yeah?"

"No promises." Rain says.

You hide your face in his neck to help muffle your laughing.

"Come here, baby." Rain whispers. He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. His kiss is gentle, sweet. You feel as though you could melt into him. Rain purrs as he holds you, his hands wandering over you, feeling every muscle relax. You moan into Rain's mouth as his tail rubs against your dick and his fingers brush against your entrance. You startle and gasp. Damn sneaky, sexy demon. How does he manage to be so slick? And so, so good?

"R-rain! Wha- what are you doing?"

"I need you." He purrs as he continues to touch you so gently and lovingly.

"But we are on the bus." You whisper, "Dew told us to be quiet."

"I know. We can wait until we have a night in a hotel if you want." He says honestly, though he isn't quick to pull his teasing fingers and tail out of your underwear. You, however, are quick to grab his wrist.

"No." You whine, "Please don't stop."

"Sshh... Good boy. I won't. That's my sweet baby." He purrs in your ear as he finally slips his long, calloused finger into you.

You love being on tour. Its exhausting, but it is... fulfilling.

[squidficdump]

FREE HIM (ch1)

pairing: Deok-su x Reader rating: M words: 779 read: 5m (fastest) content: plot without pourn, first person, dark themes, existentialism, toxic romance

A/N: WP | AO3

The classical melody that signaled morning wrenched me out of my deep slumber.

I go away in my dreams.

It's a nice place, but I'm always suffocating.

There's a beautiful lake full of terrifying creatures, and I row out onto it. Sometimes surrounded by friends. Sometimes enemies. But no matter what I'm doing, I can't breathe.

Even still, I'd rather be in that recurring dreamscape, struggling for breath, than march in line with the other pink suits.

Today we were to get new "players." Little pawns. Odd to think of them like that. Whenever I try to...I feel like my face is splitting apart. Everybody dies, right? They signed up for this.

The small-portioned meals. Easy to stomach when you aren't connected with your stomach.

I feel like a ghost floating around in a robot. I don't even know the last time I saw my own face. What did I used to care about? What music did I used to listen to?

"Hey 14," said my neighbor behind me, "Pick up the pace, some of us wanna eat."

My instinct was to step back and motion for him to go ahead of me, but we have to go by number.

15 shoved past me anyway and grabbed his tray. 16 said to me, in a hushed tone, "You're not the one headed to the gallows today, so relax and stop walking like it, huh?"

I nodded politely but shrugged their hand off of my shoulder.

Usually I'm not this adverse to the occasional friendly touch.

Food gotten, I followed the line back to our rooms.

The tower was circular, underground. All hallways connected. No exits. No hiding places.

As I ate in silence, mask half-up out of paranoia, I mused about who the new players would be. If any of them would be smart enough to figure a way out. They probably weed those people out, right? They don't want anybody too smart participating in their games. I would kill to see their process of picking players.

Maybe there would be a bomb expert who could blow up the place, free us all from this contract with the devil.

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456 players all laid out, drugged, in bunks. Prior to the dramatic entrance of awakening them, as per protocol, we gave each sedated player any medications they are prescribed outside of the games. This is one of the Frontman's standards for a level playing-field. He says that if we were to give them their medications while conscious, they might share them, hoard them, or refuse to take them.

It always felt weird, since I've never been a doctor, nurse, or pharmacist, but it isn't like we're doing anything legal out here.

Walking up to my assigned player, I was overwhelmed by the impact of his appearance. If not the largest man in the room, he certainly was compared to the 30 people I could see from a glance. He had a face tattoo of a snake, or maybe a dragon, it was difficult to see in this lighting.

I squinted at the label on the pill bottle I had been handed. 200mg quetiapine. Sliding open its sleek black cap, I poured the contents into my hand. Pressing two of my black gloved fingers to his lower lip, I tried not to be so aware of how warm and soft it was. I'd done this several times before, why did it suddenly feel so intimate to open this guy's crooked teeth and press these pills to the back of his surprisingly brushed tongue?

As I forced him to swallow, I did as well, very aware of the increasing strength of my own heartbeat as I felt his throbbing artery under my hand.

I filed out through the small door after the others, feet automatically following the lineup for the delivering of consent forms, but a superior called my number from behind me.

"DA-36,” I acknowledged, nodding to the manager of the gamemakers.

“Your requested training starts today,” she said, “or had you forgotten?”

“No, ma’am, muscle memory,” I explained.

She faced me silently for a moment. “Becoming a gamemaker is not an overnight process. You must meet certain requirements and show your understanding of all aspects of the games. Today, you will be trained on the players’ monitors. SA-12 is waiting to check your mask and give you a temporary one. This temporary mask is for cosmetic purposes and will not grant you clearance to enforcer-only hallways, rooms, or data. This mask contains your current ID with your current rank. At the end of today’s training you will return the borrowed triangle mask in exchange for your circle mask.”

“Yes ma’am.”