#i tried to sleep but this idea spawned on my brain so not sleep for me!

[lynnlovesthestars]

Scars.

Pairing: Astarion x reader Genre and warnings: angst, lots of it, hurt barely any comfort, allusions to sexual assault, past trauma, graphic description of torture, kidnapping, blood, violence, set in act 3, mention of death. Notes: not proof read ngl, i wrote it after dreaming it, and i didnt even wanna read it again, i cried like a bitch cause it’s kinda like…. past experience projected? just yeah dont ask if im ok after writing this, the answer is no lmao... also just a side note since it’s the first time im posting on this profile, but english is not my first language so please be mindful about it. Edit 10/06/23: i finally went through it end edited it.. i hope i catched all the errors cause idk if i'll ever be strong enough to give it another read ahah

Getting so close to someone meant so much for Astarion, and the more he cared, the more new fears would swim through his brain. 

Since you arrived in the lower city, and his bed was no longer cold at night, a new nightmare snuck in.

The idea that Cazador would be able to get to you, and weaponize you against him, made his cold blood run even colder. Several nights you woke up to a trembling and sweating Astarion, as he was begging for mercy. He never explained too much about these nightmares to you, just letting you know it was about Cazador again and again, but he left out the haunting possibility of you getting hurt because of him. On the other hand you believed it was because you were getting so close to the Szarr palace, and Cazador knew about it just as much as Astarion did.

It was the middle of the night when the sound of a broken glass stirred you awake. You looked around you, Astarion still deep into his meditating state, while the others were asleep as well, none of them reacted to the sound like you did. Maybe you just had a light sleep, you thought, and someone in the tavern dropped a few glasses or something. It was when hands gripped your wrists that you jolted up, looking behind you. It was too dark to see, and all you could spot were the deep red eyes, like Astarion's, though they lacked the warmth of his.

A shiver ran through your spine as you realized what was happening, but when you tried to call for the others, you realized how deep in shit you actually were: no sound would leave your lips, like you were silenced.

"There's no need to be afraid, Tav." A deep cold voice whispered so close to your ear. "They can't hear you".

The voice chuckled at your failed attempts to call for Astarion, Karlach or anyone, as tears were starting to pool at the edge of your eyes.

Another pair of hands took hold of Astarion, magical shackles fastened around his hands and feet, just as they did to yours, and then they started dragging you both away.

The deep voice spent the whole travel taunting you with stories of Cazador, how cold blooded he was, and just how much he enjoyed torturing his victims. From one point of view you were already accustomed with such stories about him, but from the other, the idea of Cazador getting hold of Astarion again, made your blood freeze again. You were not going to let Cazador hurt him again. You were set on the idea.

When you reached the corridors of Cazador's palace, the silencing spell finally wore off, though Astarion was still not moving. Terror flashed through your eyes as you wondered if they had already…

"What did you do to him?!" You breathed out as you tried so hard to keep your calm in front of the spawns that were dragging and pushing you through the dark hallways.

The spawn scoffed as he pushed through and through.

"Don't worry, he's not dead" You could feel his eyes rolling at the question, like it was some dumb question you should have known the answer to. "..yet" he added at last.

You couldn't stop your mouth from twitching, between the state of rage that was slowly building up, or the terror of them hurting Astarion.

"What's going on? Can i know that at least?" You wanted so bad to cast a spell on him, charming him into freeing you, but without the use of your hands, you were useless.

"Cazador wants to give you a warm welcome into Baldur's gate" He giggled, as the smell of old blood mixed with the sour taste of the bile threatening to spill from your lips, and you couldn't hold it anymore, and your feelings started spilling out.

You couldn't help then to try and get Astarion free at least. You wanted to shake those hands off of you, to wiggle out of the shackles that bound your magic, but no matter how much you tried, you were like set in stone, unable to do anything but move forward, shed tears, and talk. Or more specifically, beg.

Beg them to hurt you, instead of Astarion. 

Beg them to keep you here, and let your star free.

Beg them to turn you if needed, but spare Astarion's life.

Anything, if it meant not hurting the man that stole your heart with a dagger to your throat.

Quickly you were tossed in a cage, adjacent to Astarion's, and locked in.

The shackles that bound your feet dissipated, as the cage started ascending upward.

It halted in front of an altar, you guessed, that directly faced into the chasm you ascended from. Other spawns, around twenty you were able to count, started taking seats around the edges, sitting all in religious silence on their knees.

Astarion was still passed out, cradled on the floor of the cage, both restraints still tightly bound to him.

"Please, please, please" You cried out as the last bit of your strength was going to be dedicated towards trying to get Astarion free, far away from this place. "Let Astarion go, i beg you" You repeated your plea again, as you saw all those spawns stir from their seats, they wanted to turn their heads, to face whoever was foolish enough to beg Cazador for mercy, to trade spots with Astarion.

Everyone in that room knew what was going to happen, he was going to show them what happens when you disobey, when you run away thinking you can escape him. Instead you were so foolish and blinded by love, that you wanted to take Astarion's place, unaware of the extent that Cazador would go to. Yet you didn't stop, you kept begging and begging until a voice, the voice, echoed through the altar's walls.

"Tsk you just gave me a wonderful idea" the man hummed as his scepter started glowing, and Astarion started stirring awake, he looked around him, his tired eyes quickly widening as the reality around him had set in his mind.

"Let her go, you son of a bitch" Astarion growled as he stood up so quick, and gripped at the iron bars separating him from Cazador. 

"Touch her and I swear I'll spill your guts right here" He spit out of the cage, a symbolic spit cause you were too far away to reach him.

"My, my, our dear Astarion has forgotten all the manners" He cooed as his lips smacked together, his voice so honeyed it was bringing you to the verge of vomit.

You wanted to reassure Astarion, let him know that you were going to do your best to free him, that you were both going to be out of there alive soon, but could you? Could you lie so much to the man you loved? Words were stuck on your tongue, making your throat drier and drier.

You guessed you zoned out for a few seconds as your head was flooded with thoughts, missing the hate Astarion was throwing at his master.

"Ah sweet Astarion, your dear Tav has given us a great idea though, it would be a shame to let it go to waste" He hummed, as the staff light up again, the lock on your cage fell down the chasm, as your trembling body was slowly being dragged out of the cage by magic.

"No, no, no, no" Astarion reprated as his eyes locked on you, falling on the long streaks of tears running down your cheeks as you tried to offer him a sad smile, your lips muttering an "it's going to be okay" while his body was about to give in to desperation, loud sobs echoed from him, as your heart broke at his sight: he was barely standing up now, his hand gripped tight as he screamed through the hall to let you go, to not hurt you, to stop. "This is just a nightmare" He fell on his knees as you were slowly dropped on the cold floor, barely keeping your head up as you realized you were still in his shirt, the one he loved on you.

"Oh dear Astarion" Cazador cooed again as he kneeled in front of you, his cold fingers getting ahold of your chin, to tilt your head towards his. "This is not a nightmare, this is real" His words were like cold daggers through your chests, you knew that whatever was going to happen, it was not going to be fun.

Before you could say anything, Cazador's hand slipped to your waist pulling on the shirt as you flinched away, disgusted by the touch of the vampire in front of you.

But he didn't care, he was swift in removing it, leaving you bare in front of dozens of eyes.

You could hear the rattling coming from Astarion's cage as he attempted to break free over and over again while his chest was about to explode.

He didn't have the right to undress you in front of everyone, he didn't have the right to touch you at all, not when he prayed every night to have the chance to see you bare, to hold you. His thoughts were swinging back and forth between desperation and deep seethed rage.

"My, my I can see why our Astarion has fallen for this little creature" Cazador's compliment almost made you retch as you stumbled back a little. "She even puts up a fight" He chuckled as he lunged forward just enough to grip at your wrist and whipping you on your feet.

Every inch of your skin was visible to everyone, from the battle scars you got through the years of adventuring, to the teeth marks on your neck, down to the stretchmarks that lived on your hips.

A shiver ran through your spine as Cazador’s fingers grazed over the two marks on your neck. “Mh, your blood seems to be sweet enough, right Astarion?” His cruel words hit Astarion through the chest. He was one word away from a breakdown as he couldn’t do anything but witness his nightmares coming alive, not his Tav, not when he would be so careful to cradle you and comfort you to his chest whenever he'd drink from you.

Whatever he was screaming was incomprehensible to you, as all you could feel was the way Cazador gripped and pushed you towards a plush chair, where he sat with legs wide open before dragging you on his lap. You felt so nauseous as he bent you towards the arm rest, making you face the cold grey floor.

You wanted to hear the taunting explanation of what he was going to do, but all the sounds were drowned by the thrumming of your chest and the desperation in your own thoughts, repeating over and over that you were going to find a way out, trying to convince your brain to shut off and dissociate as you were there, like you were just in a nightmare, and you’d be awake soon.

All you could gather was few words like “knife”, “mark”, reminder”, and then “Astarion”. He was torturing him through you, and you couldn’t do anything about it. The worst part in this, was that you were the one that gave him the idea, cause you wanted him to free Astarion, and instead he let it all out on you instead than on your Aster, as a punishment for you both. You cause you were so careless to offer yourself though you didn't know the risk, and Astarion for being reckless and disobedient. Right there, as the dagger pierced your spine, you regretted not whispering Astarion how much you loved him, while you were tight against his chest, when the world around you was asleep, and you had a corner of peace. You always knew what you felt for him, from that moment on the beach, at the shipwreck, and yet you just wanted to tell him in the right moment. But what was the right moment? You might never know, as a broken scream broke through your lips, salty tears flowing free, so much that you thought for a moment that you might have died of dehydration, if the knife wasn’t going to do it first.

He carved and carved over your back, intelligible lines and symbols as you finally understood what Astarion meant when he told you how he got his scars. How gut wrenching the pain was as he couldn’t move, and how Cazador didn't allow a break, and retraced the lines that were wobbly if he moved too much.

“You know?” Cazador asked, as everyone’s eyes were on what he thought was a work of art, your carved skin, while Astarion’s plea echoed over and over in the room. “Our sweet Astarion used to whine just like you” He hummed. “Just a pathetic little child” He spit out like venom as you could barely breathe out few words along the lines of “you disgusting monster”, though you were not sure you actually let them out until, Cazador’s laugh filled every corner of the disgraced altar. Your tadpole writhed as another line was cut at the height of your hips, before, Cazador started retracing the lines and pulling away the skin, exposing the deepest layers of your flesh, the pain was so deep your vision blurred, and you were so close to passing out right there.

You don’t know how long you sat there, you slipped between pain and numbness as Cazador slapped you back to consciousness whenever you'd slip away, you had to endure the agonizing scarring and remember every second of it. He decorated with bloody lines almost all over your body.

You didn’t know what was worse between laying on the raw scars of your back, seeing your own skin being peeled away or the cries and sobs coming from the man you loved. You had to find a way, you couldn’t give up, you couldn’t allow this monster to walk the earth again. You had to do it for Astarion.

You were not sure when he dropped you on the floor, your body barely able to hold itself together as finally you could look around you and towards Astarion. Every face around you was stoic, like they were used to witnessing such spectacle, and they knew what was going to happen next.

You wanted to reach for Astarion, to take him away from the revolting scene in front of his eyes, you wanted to take away his pain, give him the last bit of hope you had, but when you were about to link your tadpole to his to do it, you hesitated. Connecting your minds meant he would feel how dirty, wretched and lost you felt, along with the gut wrenching pain ebbing through your body.

You could barely make out the words Cazador said as his nails dig through your skin again, even when he pulled your eyes to his you could barely read his lips as he said words you just wanted to cancel from your brain. A broken sob regurgitated from your throat as he was going to take the last thing you had. You just had to let your brain go, right? To ignore the teeth dipping in your throat and the putrid hands slithering down your skin, taking away enough blood to barely keep you alive as he took you in front of everyone.  It was no longer just physical pain, it was the way you felt your own body being stolen away and used in way no one ever dared before.

Numbness was all that was left of you after a while, of your barely beating heart while more hands crawled their way through places were you never wanted anyone to touch, then, in that moment, you realized you were free of your shackles, because you were so drained and broken that you could barely do anything. You could barely by aware of your surroundings, of how many bodies were preying on you, as you could barely manage to move inches.

Your vision was all but clear, you could make out the outline of Cazador as he was buttoning up his blouse again. Then you could see Astarion, still caged, struggling to stay sane as he wanted just to take you away from the monsters abusing of you, abusing of the fact that you were powerless in front of them. His eyes were a bloodshot, he was so hurt that he resorted to supplicate for mercy, to let you go and just kill him, whatever that could stop the agonizing pain. You didn’t have much strength left, maybe if you put all of yourself, you could muster two spells before passing out again. 

It took all you had to even raise your hand towards the lock that sealed Astarion’s crate, you mustered all your willpower to cast that knock spell, just enough to let the damn lock fall down. Astarion instantly turned to you, to your teary form still being touched by unworthy creatures, noticing how your hand barely held up, as you tried to cast one more spell, just for him, before another broken scream echoed in the room, bouncing from wall to wall till it reached Astarion's core. The kind of scream that should never be drawn by someone, nevertheless by you.

The radiant dagger materialized in his hands, and for a moment he didn’t notice it as he was fixated on the broken look on your face, encouraging him to end his master, although you suffered right there, paces away. “I love you” You mutter barely, you wanted to let him know before you could draw your last breath, then everything blurred.

Everything was muffled, you couldn’t see what was going on around you, you just felt all the presences around you disappear, while Astarion’s voice was crystal clear through the excruciating pain.

"I'll kill you, then I'll bring you back, and kill you again.” He shoved Cazador on the floor, just like he did with you, to remind him how he hurt you, how he used you, how he touched the only person he should have never laid hands on. “I’ll do it over and over again until you have suffered a tenth of what you did to her. Then I'm going to gut you one more time, and paint this shithole with your putrid blood. The halls of this place will reek with your disgusting blood, to let the whole city be aware of your death and from which the hands it came from” His hands were shaky, but he had to do it. For him, but mainly for you. All that was left of him was you, and nothing could ever be enough to vindicate you.

The shiny dagger stabbed over and over again through Cazador’s chest, while Astarion cursed him, every thrust of the dagger through the heart earned a new mocking insult, a new reminder of what he did, while all of Astarion's anger was channeled into annihilating him.

You just laid there, all you could do was listen to the grunts and the hate slipping from your lover’s lips as he dipped that dagger in the gutted body. You didn’t even realized when he dropped the disemboweled body on the marble, you weren’t even sure you could breathe, at that point.

A pair of shaking arms wrapped around your drained body, Astarion’s shirt was used again to cover your skin, as he picked you up, trying to be as delicate as possible. His salty tears fell over your body as he carried away from the nauseating scene, you frail body barely shivering, and your chest barely moving. He was muttering something to you, but everything sounded foreign at your hear.

He had to move quickly, find Shadowheart or Halsin, or anyone to heal you, to keep you alive. It was in this moment that he wished he could beg a deity to keep you alive, but he didn’t trust anyone else to tend you. He needed to rush outside of this place and get you to safety. 

He didn’t expect to see everyone outside the locked ballroom door, as they fumbled to open the door. They were taken by surprise at the sight of Astarion cradling you to his chest, all covered in blood, while his eyes were a pit of pain and tears.

Shadowheart didn’t hesitate to heal you right there before they all guided you towards the tavern you've been resting. They all offered to carry you, to make Astarion breathe a bit while on your way back there, but he refused. “I can’t..” He mumbled. “I don’t want..” His voice was just a whisper, broken. “I need” He wanted to break down again with you in his arms, but he had to lay you down first, to let you rest in a warm bed, he had to bring you to safety again, away from anyone that could pose any harm to you. He needed to see that smile again, cause no power flowing through his veins could have replaced you. He failed you once, he was not going to do it again. You saved him, twice, he had to do it just once for you. He had to thank you, and he had to tell you how much he loved you.

[merakiui]

Meraaaaaa! Stepfather Floyd has been rotting my brain and I desperately need more! Anything! I'll give all of my life savings for even the tiniest crumb!! So please🥺

Anyway, I have many ideas and wish to tell you about them. So if it's possible, could I be the 🐢 anon?

PS. I love your writing so much that I'm basically just spawn camping on your blog :D I'm just so excited to read your and the others' ideas! They're so yummy! <3

👀 stepfather Floyd who loves you so much, and one day he finds out you have a whole belly full of eggs just waiting to be fertilized by a mate. He can't possibly let you swim out into the open sea to get rid of them. What if some small fry bastard tries anything and he's not there to protect you? So he'll just have to help you himself! <3 you squirm beneath him, grabbing at his shoulders and whining like you're in heat while he fucks into your soft, pudgy slit. Filling you with as much cum as he can give to make sure all of the eggs are properly fertilized. Fondly running his hand over the little bump of your belly, mumbling about how he can't wait for you to get even rounder as the fry in the eggs grow bigger with every passing week. He'll take care of you. You're in good hands.

Thank you for liking my writing!!!!!! >w< you can absolutely be 🐢 anon!! I have so many stepfather Floyb thoughts....... he's so fine. All scarred and strong from years in the deep sea... 😵‍💫 he has the biggest soft spot for you. And you smell so much like him, but no one questions it because he's your stepfather. Of course you'd smell like your family. They don't know you and Floyd are far closer than family should be. ;;;;;;

Omg omg and maybe you're so out of it with your belly full of eggs, so when Floyd slips silently into your sleeping nook to pet and fondle you affectionately you allow it. Kissing him sloppily, spreading yourself open for him....... >_< you don't know that it was actually his twin brother doing all of that. Jade will risk the ass beating if it means he gets to taste the cute thing his brother has fallen so deeply for.

[gabessquishytum]

I know it’s not terribly creative, at least not compared to all y’all, but-that Dream/Hob/Calliope with plant biology? I’ve been turning a similar concept over in my brain for longer than I’m gonna admit, and with Gabe’s permission, I’m releasing it into the wild.

Mermaids, but make them like seahorses-a female to produce the eggs, a male to fertilize, and another male to do the carrying. And if it so happens that one of the males is more human shaped than the others, that just means he’s extra safe from predators, and absolutely perfect for Dream and Calliope’s clutch.

Anon you say it's not creative but this is actually incredible!!

I'm imagining a Hob who gets shipwrecked in some unexplored corner of the ocean. He's treading water but resigned to the fact that eventually, he'll drown. Until he spots a pair of mysterious creatures lurking nearby. Dream and Calliope had originally come along thinking that Hob would be a tasty snack, but now they have other ideas... Calliope's mother was a sea goddess, so she has strong enough magic to essentially give Hob gills and allow him to breathe under water. Dream is the one who wraps Hob in his arms and takes him down deep, deep in the ocean... where Hob sleeps for a long while, and eventually wakes up in a beautiful, dark cave.

Dream and Calliope learn to communicate with their new house guest, and enjoy trying to feed him various different foods. Hob is very grateful and respectful but that doesn't stop him being fascinated by his new friends! Especially when they mate with each other, right in front of him... Hob watches and blushes and tries not to think about it too much, but then one day, when Hob has acclimatised to the deep ocean and built up his strength, Calliope beckons him close.

She proceeds to explain, through words and hand gestures and a diagram drawn in the sand, exactly how she and Dream would like Hob to join them in mating. She explains that they want a family, and that Hob could be a part of it. Despite the utter strangeness, Hob finds himself agreeing to the plan! He wants to repay his friends for their kindness. He also really really wants them both to fuck him.

And they do. First Calliope fills him with her eggs, and Dream eagerly does the same with his seed. Hob can only cling onto the seaweed and let the waves of bliss take him! He adores Dream and Calliope so much, with their cold smooth bodies and sharp teeth. He wants to be good for them. He wants their babies inside him. And oh, he certainly gets his wish.

Calliope and Dream dote on their beloved mate as he carries their spawn, day after day growing a little bigger. He's so beautiful, such a perfect creature. Their treasure to be guarded from the world. They can't wait to breed him again - this was exactly what he was made for.

[cheesecakeislazy]

So I was laying in bed, unable to sleep, because it’s summer and I’m an insomniac. When suddenly, I had a horny little idea. If you guys don’t like horny stuff- my next post won’t be horny <3

(FYI THIS SHIT IS HORNY AS FUCK AND IS NOT MEANT FOR CHILDREN!!)

Grinding For EXP

A F!Reader x BEN Smut

There he was. Your boyfriend. In all his glory. Just.. sitting there. BEN hasn’t moved in a while.. at this point, you were so used to him gaming all the time you didn’t really bother registering what game he was playing. All you do know is that BEN was currently grinding for some EXP.

Normally you would just do whatever you wanted to do, but right now? You really don’t know what got into you… he just looked so goddamn adorable sitting there. Listening to his small angry grunts, watching as his nose scrunched up, his ears twitching sharply every so often, he had his tongue stuck out just a little bit..

Of course, you always thought BeN was adorable- he’s your boyfriend for gods sake. Yet something inside of you needed to be fed. Like a deep desire to be touched! Oh…

…

It hit you like a truck.

…

You were horny for your boyfriend. You supposed that it made sense, the two of you haven’t been intimate for a while.. and also- who wouldn’t wanna be finger-fucked by a guy that knew how to move his hands at the speed of light? It took BeN a little to learn how to please you, but once he got the basic understanding of the whole ordeal, he was a master at the craft.

“UGH!! F-FUCKING SPAWNS T-TAKE-TAKING AGES!!” BEN’s loud yell brought you back to Earth, you figured that you didn’t just wanna ask him to fuck you. No no, that was too boring. You were gonna do it the fun way~

“Hey, Baby?” You slowly walked up behind bEN, it seems as if he had honestly forgotten that you were in the same room as he jumped lightly.

“Huh-? OH! S-Sorry.. W-Was I-I too loud? Am-Am I being.. an annoyance?” BEN always assumed the worst, the normal part of your brain wanted to give him a hug and tell him how amazing he was- Meanwhile the horny part of your brain wanted to show him how amazing he was by sucking his dick..

“No! Of course not, Baby! I just saw that you were getting pretty mad about…” You looked over at the screen, he was mad about Undertale spawns? Ah… genocide.. that checks out. “Your little genocide run, so I decided to come over and help you relax! Could I… sit in your lap?”

BEn looked like he was about to faint right then and there, the cutie got so red in the face..

“A-Ah.. Of Course!! Anything for you, Babes!” BEN shifted his blankets around so you could sit on his lap comfortably. You have him a quick thanks as you made yourself comfortable.

After a few minutes of small talk, cuddles, and watching him play- you decided that you were bored and were gonna put your plan into action. At first, it just looked like you were trying to shift your position to get more comfortable. However.. you kept doing it.. over and over again.. BEns got a dirty mind, of course he thought you were teasing him, but he tried to ignore it in case you weren’t.

You were honestly starting to get annoyed, you’ve been subtly grinding on him for nearly 10 minutes! He had a boner, you knew that for certain, but he was trying really hard to muffle his whines- and he has actually succeeding this time! That was it. You’re done with trying to be subtle! You’re gonna be foward!

This time, it was obvious that you were grinding on him, you noticed that BeN was gripping the controller pretty tightly. So.. you grinded on him harder and harder until..

“A-Ah~ Baby.. M-Maybe you-you should-shouldn’t move s-so much..”

Ben looked like he wanted to die, he loved you- but when he was submissive, he was a submissive bitch.

But you didn’t fear God, so you turned around in his lap in order to face him directly. You stared into his eyes as you ground your hips into his hard-on, causing him to let out a much louder yelp of pleasure as you continued.

BEN realized where this was going and paused the game, setting the controller down in order to grab your hips as you grinded into him.

You were honestly having a lot of fun just watching his eyes roll into the back of his head, his lips parted as he pants desperately for you, occasionally bucking his hips upwards into yours in an attempt to get more pleasure out of the experience.

If you were being completely honest, you totally would’ve been perfectly fine with just grinding on him all night long- but before you could tease him any further, he grabbed your wrist and within seconds had you pinned to the sofa. From how he was acting, you assumed you were going to be the one on top- but clearly.. BEN had different plans.

“Baby.. as m-much as I-I love-love it when you tea-tease me.. it’s not fair! Having s-such a beautiful wom-woman on top of me.. m-moving her h-hips like a-a goddess? No.. I can’t be having my p-per-perfect darling do something w-where she does all the work!” BEN stared lovingly into your eyes, it was almost hypnotic…

BEN carefully began grinding his cock into you, both of you still fully clothed. He began biting and licking your neck, leaving love-bites and hickeys everywhere. Carefully, he began removing your top, staring at your chest. BEN never really cared that much about a girls chest, but yours? Holy moly.. to him, your chest was a masterpiece that needed to be marked as his.

This time, BEN wasn’t as gentle as he bite and sucked at your breasts. Bite marks and hickeys covering your breasts and neck, you knew this night would be a long one.. and you couldn’t wait for it to really begin. BEN began to kiss down your body, licking and biting your sensitive spots as he began removing your pants. As soon as he saw the giant wet spot soaking through your panties, he practically moaned in delight.

“Baby~! Ah~ Is this-this all because of- of me~? You’re so.. adorable~” Ben said as he pressed two fingers against your cunt, causing you to flinch and let out a quick yelp of pleasure. Taking his sweet ass time, Ben removed your panties. Spreading your legs wide open as soon as they were long gone, now placed haphazardly somewhere on the floor.

BEN admired your soaking wet entrance as he licked his lips, just to be safe, he looked up at you for approval. You, of course, nodded your head at him as quickly as you could possibly do. BEN removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere in his room, before bending over and taking a quick lick between your folds. You squealed in delight, smooshing his head between your thighs. Ben adored eating you out, you always acted adorable as he did it. Not only that, but you tasted like perfection~!

Nearly as soon as BEN got a taste, he couldn’t stop. BEN began to eat you out like it was the first meal he’s had in years; sucking your clit and teasing it with his tongue, kissing your entrance and shoving his tongue inside, fucking you with his tongue as his nose prodded at your clit. You were a fucking mess, you had BeN trapped between your thighs as he ate you out, moaning out his name so loud you were certain the entire mansion could hear you. And the thought of that turned you on so much more~

BEN could hear your moans getting more frantic as your thighs clenched around his head even tighter, you were getting close to cumming. BEN somehow managed to speed up just a little bit more, moaning into your core as he grinded his clothed dick into the sofa. Everything he did just made you tip over the edge until you finally saw stars and squirted all over BeN’s face. You were still recovering from your orgasm as BEN removed his sweatpants and boxers- his cock leaking precum from how badly it begged to fuck you. And you were more than happy to let him pound you like you were some toy of his.

BEN kissed you gently on the lips, once again asking if you wanted him, he always asked for consent. You nodded, speaking a verbal yes to scare away any of his possible fears. BEN nodded at you, his ears extremely tinted pink as they twitched. His ears twitched more and more as he slowly began to enter your core. The sound of his cock entering you sounded like something out of a porno, a factoid that made BeN so fucking horny for you in that very moment, more so than he already was.

Like always, BEN started off slow, slow yet deep thrusts that made you whimper and beg for more. BEN grabbed your thighs and held them up as he began to thrust faster and faster. Your mind fell blank and filled up with a lustful fog as his cock filled you up, perfectly hitting the spot in your body that makes you let out almost animalistic moans and whines.

BEN’s bedroom echoed with the sounds of your moans, his heavy panting and whimpers, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Ben moved one of his thumbs closer to your clit, rubbing gentle yet harsh circles. Bringing you so much closer to your orgasm, you loudly moaned his name, your walls tightly clenching his cock, as if to milk him dry of his inevitable orgasm.

BEN fucked you faster and harder as he felt his cock twitch inside you, he was going to cum soon- but he has to make sure you came before he did. Rubbing your clit even faster and he spoke showers of praises to you. You let out a musical of moans and whimpers as your pussy clenched around him again, cumming and creaming all over his cock.

The feeling of your orgasm on him made BEN go into the deepend, thrusting even faster as he chased after his orgasm- harshly biting your neck as he made you cry with pleasure and overstimulation.

Finally, BEN came inside you with a loud moan and flopped on top of you. Holding you close as the both of you tried to catch your breathes.

The two of you sat in comfortable, loving silence..

Until suddenly BEN bucked his hips into you again.

This was going to be.. an amazing night~

[ivanttakethis]

Before Round 5 - Tov’s Log

Rose (?) vs. Sai (?) -> ??? Win

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Cassio arrived home well after midnight.

They murmured a soft greeting and goodnight before retiring to their room.

Tov was still on the couch, trying in vain to process all of the events of Round 4.

She kept coming back to that image of Himei, covered in blood that wasn’t her own. The lost look in her eyes.

Her heart twisted painfully.

Tov needed to talk to her. She wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t.

She turned off all the lights in the living room, quietly shut her bedroom door behind her, and punched in the number for Himei’s room phone.

She’d memorized the number off of a contestant call sheet Cassio left lying around.

Tov tried not to think about whether Cassio left the paper out on purpose or not as the line rang.

And rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Finally, a soft click.

“…Hello?” It was Himei.

But it also wasn’t Himei.

Her voice was too hollow, too flat and distant to be that of the friend Tov knew so well.

“Himei?”

“Tov?” Himei sounded surprised. “Are you still here?”

Tov frowned. “At the competition? No. I’m at home.”

“Oh…”

“Cassio brought me back here after my— incident at the end of Round 3. They wouldn’t let me come back for Round 4 to see you perform.” She continued.

Himei didn’t respond.

The only reason Tov knew that the line was still connected was because she could hear Himei’s uneven breathing.

Tov waited.

She was used to waiting out lulls in conversations. They never made her uncomfortable.

“I won.” Himei said blankly.

“I know.” Tov said. “I saw.”

“I… I won.” She still sounded far away, but not in space. In time.

She was stuck in a loop. Stuck back on that stage. Stuck reliving Min’s death over and over again.

Tov needed to break her out of it.

“Where’s Tallis?” She asked amidst another long stretch of dead air.

The silence stretched longer.

Himei shifted on the other end of the line, her voice no louder than a murmur, “He doesn’t think he’ll win his round.”

Tov closed her eyes and sighed.

“He will.”

He has to.

If Tallis died, part of Himei would die.

Part of Tov would die too.

She couldn’t patch them both back up.

When Tov opened her eyes again, her gaze was drawn to the window.

Azure, Moran, and Stasya’s constellations adorned the dark sky just outside.

Tov hadn’t had a chance to tell Himei about them yet. That gave her an idea.

“Can you see the stars from your room window?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah. I can.” Himei sounded caught off guard, but a little bit more like herself.

“I named some more constellations after our late classmates.”

“Stasya… and Moran.” She said, her voice tinged bittersweet.

“Azure too.” Tov added. “They’re up in the sky near ours. I can point them out to you, if you want?”

“Yeah,” Himei sniffed, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Do you want to name one after Min too?”

She was quiet again, but only for a moment. “I think… I think she saved my life.”

“Me too.”

“She thanked me, but I never got the chance to thank her in return.”

“This could be your thank you.” Tov said.

“You’re right. I’ll try.” She can hear the small smile in Himei’s voice.

Tov turned fully to her window and set her eyes on the sky, “Remember, use the North Star as our guide…”

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This is basically End of Round 4 Part 2.

It spawned almost entirely out of my interpretation that Himei hallucinated seeing Tov after Round 4 in @lookatmysillies’s follow up log from Himei’s POV (so sorry if I misinterpreted what you wrote, my brain went straight to hallucination and would NOT let me go 😭)

Plus this gave me the chance to honor Min ( @starry-skiez ) since she saved Himei’s life, and therefore saved what remains of Tov’s sanity.

Himei and Tallis belong to @lookatmysillies and Min belongs to @starry-skiez.

Azure ( @azureitri ), Moran ( @geospiral ), and Stasya ( @billwasnot ) are also here haunting the narrative!

[jessiemeows]

Lost and Found

Prolouge꞉ Straight off the Nautiloid

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Durge/Female Tiefling.

Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood and gore, very fluffy in the beginning.

A/N: Hi! I have the first few chapters already lined up for my long-form fic. This is a slow burn but will pick up very quickly! Basically, the story is how I headcannon how both Astarion and my Durge feel throughout their adventures together. It's a lot of filling in between the main events that happen in the game.

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It was scorching hot, so unbearably hot. Eris could feel her skin burning under the blazing sun and the sand felt like an open flame to any flesh that was exposed to it. Slowly, she began to sit up. Her head was foggy and she felt an overwhelming amount of dizziness. The tiefling groaned while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

After a few moments, the tiefling realized that what had just happened on the nautiloid was not a nightmare but real life. Eris was stunned by the mess of things. She remembered taking control of the ship, the dragon, and then the ship crashing. The last thing she recalled was a mind flayer sitting next to her during the crash, and then nothing more. Now, the tiefling found herself alive and well on some beach. Well, as alive as she could be. She still had no idea who she truly was. She had hoped that when she was out of the Hells, she would at least have a single memory. But all she knew was her name and the tadpole that had been launched into her brain.

Eris stood up slowly, feeling the world spin around her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She surveyed the grim scene before her, “Corpses and a wrecked mindflayer ship. Wonderful,” she muttered bitterly.

As she approached a lifeless body, she let out a heavy sigh. She searched frantically for supplies or a map to guide her through this unfamiliar territory, but her efforts were in vain.

“Well, that was a complete waste of time,” the tiefling said with her voice dripping with annoyance.

As she sat there, staring at the corpse something unexpected began to stir inside her. Her lips slowly curved upwards, forming a faint smile. Quickly realizing she shook her head in disapproval, her once smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown of disgust. The sudden change left her feeling disoriented and her head began to throb. Nausea soon followed, making her feel even worse.

After moments of trying to regain her composure, the tiefling decided that it would be better to distract herself away from the deceased bodies for the time being. 

“Fresh water, there must be some sort of settlement around here,” Eris said as she began walking towards the river, she began grabbing handfuls of water to wash away any grime from her face. The water was cold and refreshing against her hot skin.  Staring into the river now lost in her thoughts she concluded that her best option would be to search for Shadowheart, the half-elf, and the gith. Perhaps they could assist her in locating someone who could remove the parasites from their brains. However, for the time being, she would have to scavenge for anything she could find, attempt to communicate with the deceased if the body wasn't damaged, and look for anyone willing to provide her with assistance.

As Eris resumed her search, she felt the intense urge to harm the women she was looking for. She tried to subdue what was brewing inside her, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left wrist, accompanied by a wave of nausea that was ten times worse than before. Her breathing became quickly rapid as she tried to calm herself down, her heartbeat was now uncontrollable and she felt faint. Dark spots began to plague her vision and she threw her hands on her knees trying to stabilize herself.  After a few moments, she regained her composure, took a deep breath, and continued with her search.

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He was hiding, he had to run, anything to get away from that damned sun. Astarion was cowering into the shadows, after desperately fleeing from the sun’s blistering rays. Confusion had fogged his mind. Had he been lying in the hot sun for hours or days? He didn't incinerate, nor was he in searing pain. It all seemed too strange, and he had no idea what was happening.  Memories of being woken up by the woman approaching him on the beach flooded his mind. Her words sounded all jumbled, he could barely decipher what she was saying. Out of fear, he quickly fled from her. His sheer panic ultimately saved his life as the strange creatures from the nautiloid mercilessly attacked and killed the woman.

As the elf hid among the wreckage of the nautiloid, the brains were now inside stalking about. He was pondering the idea of braving the sunlight once more but those thoughts quickly passed. Suddenly he heard a young woman’s, low, raspy voice across from the nautiloid echoing. Was she using a speak-to-the-dead spell on someone?  This poor, unfortunate young soul was soon going to reach their demise, he didn't even bother to look because he knew it was going the end for her would come quickly. “How dumb could this girl be?” he mused to himself.

A sudden plunk of a bowstring pierced the air interrupting his thoughts. To his surprise, an arrow had been flung straight into one of the brains followed by a loud cry. Astarion quickly moved his head to see what the commotion was and to his astonishment, it was the young woman who was fighting the brains. The beasts used a synaptic discharge on her but their aim must have been off due to injury, leaving her with a large blistering wound on her leg. The tiefling woman was now limping towards the brains, she drew her bow and let loose another arrow, and one of the brains dropped dead. She swiftly sprinted towards the other brain dodging its attack and made a lethal blow to it with her scimitar. 

“Hells,” he thought to himself. This is the very same woman that he had seen darting around on the nautiloid while he was trapped inside that forsaken pod. Why was she now killing them when Astarion could have sworn she had been allied with one before the ship crashed? For a moment he thought this couldn't be her but no doubt it was. It was the same tiefling with luscious long black curls pulled back into a ponytail, clad in a sleeveless purple breastplate that showcased the familiar tattoos peeking out from beneath her wrist wrappings.

As he watched her, he couldn’t help but notice how breathtakingly beautiful she was. “A pretty little thing,” he mused to himself. Quickly snapping himself out of his daze and realized he needed a plan. It dawned on him that he could potentially coax information out of her, especially now that she was weakened., it would be easier for him to strike. He had to act quickly, so, he braced himself for the blazing sun and sprinted his way up a path. Filled with conjecture about his next move, he observed the young tiefling limping towards the river.

[goremet-chef]

i keep telling myself like. okay its too lte to sleep if you sleep now yr gonn wke up at like 11 or 12 again and YOU DONT LIKE DOING THAT!!! but................. sleep....................... sleep is so good like SLEEPING? BEING ASLEEP? my favorite hobby

idc if i have bad dreams idc if im dreaming of trauma or whatever horrors (okay i care a LITTLE bit but i have more than one dream, the next one could be good!!!!) I JUST. really love to dream its my favorite

yknow, i used to be SUPER into lucid dreaming, that was such a fun little era in my life i think i might try that again? I GOT REALLY HYPERFIXATED ON IT and it WORKED i literally. i was watching lucid dream information vids for like 2 days and then i intentionally got myself into one it was SOOO WEIRD.. i remember that shit so clearly too I ATE FOOD AND I TASTED IT...... i woke up in the dream like. IN MY BED where i fell asleep and i was like HOLY SHIT... but you cant get too excited in a lucid dream or else youll WAKE UP so i calmed myself and practiced all the silly reality checks i knew to do, and then i asked my dream to surprise me and it spawned a bunch of fans all arund my room?? an they were like blowing bubbles.

IT WAS SO FANTASTICAL YOU HAVE NO IDEA.. the whimsy i felt was UNBELIEVABLE i want that again so fucking badly GRGRRRGR. i went and looked at my face in the mirror (cuz yr brain has a hard time comprehending yr face) and it was all. morphy and at one point my face was straight up just devoid of any feature but i wasnt scared i was like yes i remember that it makes sense.

I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING REALLY i just walked around and took it all in and ate some cookies. at one point i tried to like. *control* the dream (cuz being lucid and having control over yr dreams are NOT the same) and . it didnt work but i wasnt very confident, i wasnt sure if it would work so it didnt 😭

this was all a lot of fun, BUT. i made a mistake, a very crucial one. i had a lucid dream in MY brain you better believe that shit turned into a lucid nightmare!!!!!! this guy broke into my house and eventually i fled into my bathroom and locked the door but (after failing to control the dream i just felt like i couldnt control anything so the dream kinda slipped a bit) it didnt lock for no reason he just came right in and pointed a gun at me and i literally closed my eyes nd just RESET out of fear okay. ROUGH it iwas rough but whatever, not the worse my brain has thrown at me

thats the coolest partabout my lucid dreams is like. i remember all okay well. im someone whos able to remember MOST of my dreams very very clearly, like i still remember dreams from when i was literally like 3-4 in foster care 💀💀 but LUCID DREAMS especially, they are the clearest for me

hang on post too long i need a new post

[anonymousj3ster]

Chapter 9-Folly

_P-

I didn't sleep.

Well, I did a little. Two hours, 53 minutes and 48 seconds, to be exact. At least, according to the green panel I had summoned using the cane. I push it away, trying to focus on my work. It was more important than sleep.

Lines and lines and lines of code glare at me, giving me a headache. I glare back at it, feeling my eyes slowly slump closed...

"GOTTASTAY'WAKE" I shouts, jerking upright, snapping myself awake. No time, no time, no time for sleeping no time for shuteye no time for anything exit gotta find an exit gotta find-

I break off into hysterical laughter, rocking back and forth. Exit exit there was no exit-

I rock back and forth on my bed, shaking uncontrollably until my laughter dies, slowly making way for silence. I sit in the stifling lack of sounds for a handful of moment, eye twitching as I feel it settle around me. I grab the cane, making another green panel open up in front of me like a hologram. On a whim, I look up Caine's name, wondering if maybe-

PROGRAM DELETED

I stare at the bold, glaring words, feeling a sort of numb confusion. Deleted...? As in...

Was Caine really...gone? Forever?

I stare and stare and stare at the words, feeling the green glowing words bore a hole in my brain. Sure, Caine had been obnoxious and loud, and had no idea how much he was hurting us, but...

But...

An alarm blares, shocking me out of my thoughts. I fall off my bed, slamming my head on the floor as the green panel flashes out of existence. I sit up, wincing and rubbing my head as I glare at the cane, hovering where I had been laying on my bed. I had forgotten I had set an alarm to go off when it was morning, when the others were waking up. I grip my bed, pulling myself up and making another panel come up, turning off the alarm. I sit on the bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to perk myself up.

Of course I failed.

I drag my exhausted body off the bed, swaying on my feet as I stumble to the drawer, snatching my jester hat off of it and placing it snugly on my head. As much as I hated the hat, I hated my hair even more, despised the way it stuck up and how fluffed up it was, no matter how much I tried to brush it. I sneak a quick look in the mirror. Not that the hat made me look any better.

Dark semicircles were slowly becoming more and more apparent under my eyes, which kept trying to slide closed and catch some of the sleep I keep depriving myself of. I try to fix my slumped posture, only to cringe as my back cracked a little. I scowl at my reflection as though I could somehow blame it for how I looked before pulling open my door and letting my feet drag me down the hall to the main area, having to backtrack and grab Caine's cane because I had forgotten it, something that seemed to be happening more and more.

Everyone was already there, waiting around for me. Zooble and Gangle were conversing quietly about something, though Zooble seemed a bit tense and annoyed, waving their mismatched limbs about. Ragatha was facing one of the many paintings that covered the walls of this hell, though the glazed look in her black eye suggested she wasn't really there. Jax had been creeping up behind her, planning to do God knows what, but catches sight of me in the corner of his eye. The rabbit turns and gives me an annoyed scowl, placing a hand on his hip,

"Well, well, you finally decide to wake up and make us our breakfast?" He sasses. "We've been waiting here for hours." I just roll my eyes at him, waving the cane and making yet another panel appear, clicking one of the options. A huge table spawned in the middle of the main circus area, filled with everything from pancakes to cereal. Everyone converged towards the table, Zooble shooting me a dirty look as they say down. Technically, everyone could have gotten themselves food from the kitchen area whenever they had wanted, but Caine had used to summon food for them every morning, so they were used to waiting in the main area. I guess old habits died hard.

Looking around the table, I dully notice that Kinger was missing, but was too busy slowly falling asleep to really wonder where the chesspiece had gone.

"Why are ya not eating Pompoms?" A grating voice asks snootily, snapping me awake. "Can't bother dining with us underlings now that you've got all that power from the cane?" The trickster mumbles around a mouthful of pancakes.

"Shut up asshole."

"I have a name, you know."

"Jaxhole."

"Thats not even clever."

"Your not clever." I grumble, too tired to really deal with him. He just scowls and shovels more syrup-saturated flapjacks into his mouth. I frown, mildly unsettled from watching his rows of yellow teeth detach from each other. I was so used to seeing his face frozen in that horrible smile that I forgot he could open his mouth normally when he wanted to. I pick at a Poptart, not really feeling all that hungry.

"Pomni..." I hear a softer voice murmur from across the table. I lift my heavy head to glance at the ragdoll. "Hmmm...?"

"You didn't sleep last night...did you?" The ragdoll asks tentatively, eye filled with concern. I suddenly become much more interested with my Poptart, taking a big bite. I avoid making eye contact as I slowly chew it until it becomes sludge in my mouth and I have to either swallow it or vomit from how gross it felt. I reluctantly choose the former.

"I slept a little." I answer quickly, shoving another bite of the pastry into my mouth hastily.

"Pomni..."

"Well, I was too busy working on... stuff." I mumble around a mouthful of the chocolate Poptart.

"What, still trying to find an exit?" The purple rabbit drawls boredly, with a hint of barbed cruelty hanging on the edge of the sentence.

I glare at him, finishing my Poptart and push away from the table, the chair making an awful screech as it's legs scratches against the hard black and white tiled floor. I wish I could just scream like that I think as I stalk away from the table, absentmindedly grabbing the cane on my way down one of the many winding hallways in the circus.

"Jax, could you be a bit ni-"

"Nope."

"Jeez Ja..."

The groups voices fade as I wander further and further down the hall. They all looked about the same: Red and pink walls with matching cherry-colored carpet, weird paintings lining the walls, circular lights on the ceiling. And of course there were doors.

Doors and doors and doors and doors that I still couldn't ignore, not helping with the situation I was in that I still couldn't comprehend. I open one at random, peering in. It actually looked...normal. White walls, a shaggy grey carpet.

Oh, except for the fact that all the furniture was floating. Honestly, at this point I was starting to get used to this kind of stuff.

And honestly, the fact that I was becoming accustomed to this insanity...

It scared me.

I shake the thought off and step into the room, only to feel myself lifted off the ground, spinning slowly. I close the door, moving my arms and legs, swimming(?) to the center of the room and praying I didn't lose my grip on the cane and have to chase after it if it started to float away. I manage to make it to my destination without any detours, hovering for moment, trying to enjoy the sensation of just...floating. The feeling of being weightless, of not having to hold my body up, of being able to just completely relax. And I might have been able to if only it hadn't reminded me of that place.

That place, where the endless, teasing trail of exit doors had baited me. That place, the blinding white abyss, where time and matter just hadn't existed, weren't meant to exist. It had felt wrong to be there, like it was screaming at me to leave, that I didn't belong in this place of white nothingness, where everything joined together to become nothing, every color blending into a blank whiteness, all objects becoming small, brilliant pixels that had felt as though they were cutting deep into me yet phasing painlessly through me at the same time. It was only in that moment that I had thought I would never leave, that this wasn't a dream, that I really was trapped here forever, with no hope, no exit. Because everything would either lead to blinding light or eternal darkness.

I blink hard, snapping myself out of...whatever trance I had been in, suddenly feeling like the combination of white walls and weightlessness was suffocating me, but I stayed. It was quiet, at least. The Void had been too, but in a different way, a ... loud way. I shudder at the cold creeping over me, and open yet another green panel, trying to distract myself. I stare at it, at what I had been trying to do for the past few days, besides looking for an exit.

"Watcha doin?"

A scream tears itself from my vocal cords as I whirl around, only to end up spinning in circles from the lack of gravity, the person who scared the shit out of me rendered to a skinny purple and pink blur as I spin. My merry-go-round of nausea finally slows, then ends and I glare at the rabbit.

"The hell are you doing here? Did you follow me?" I snap, closing my eyes for a moment. God don't barf don't barf please don't barf-

"I got bored, and the thought of watching you slowly lose your mind was entertaining." He drawls, kicking his way through the air to a floating chair, settling into with ease. "So, watcha doin?"

I roll my eyes, turning my attention to the green panel. "If you must know, I'm trying to figure out a way to unabstract people."

Jax frowns at me. "Wow, how kind of you." He muttered, but something in his voice seemed off.

...-J-...

I watch as the jester's finger hovers over a button. It was a barely noticeable pause, it only froze for a millisecond, but it caught my attention.

"Thats not why your doing this, is it? Your not doing it to be nice." I say slowly. Her pupils shrink just the tiniest bit.

"Your doing it because you want a failsafe, something to keep us from abstracting."

She doesn't say anything, but I notice some of the tension ease from her body. She seemed too relieved at my guess, as though she hoped I would drop it.

"No... well, maybe thats one reason, but not the main one, is it?" I muse.

The tension returns.

"You need something."

An eye twitch.

"And your always looking for an exit..."

Pinwheel eyes dart towards me before shooting back to the panel.

"Kaufmo. You want to unabstract Kaufmo and ask him about the exit."

The fool lets out a huff of annoyance. "How the hell did you just guess that?" She asks, seeming both vexed and impressed.

"But you have Caine's little magic cane now, right? So why don't you just make an exit?" I ask teasingly, grin widening when her hands curl into fists.

"I've tried, but I-I can't. It doesn't work like that." The jester turns to me, pupils shrinking to pinpoints filled with fury and hopelessness. "Sure, I can make an exit door, I can make that whole...labyrinth thing, but I can't make an actual exit, it's not possible, it just doesn't work." She rants, waving her hands around as her words darken. "It's...it's just..."

"Not possible? Because we're stuck here forever?" I provide helpfully. She glares at me.

"Shut up."

"My mouth is shut, darling." I say, gesturing to my clenched yellow teeth. She glares at me, and I see something snap in her eyes.

"FINE! Fine Jax, you try." She tosses the cane to me, and for once I'm actually caught off guard by something Pomni did. I fumble the cane, almost dropping it.

"You try to make an exit." She snarled, crossing her arms and glaring at me.

"So...just to be clear..." I clarify slowly. "You want me to have...this cane. The thing that can control the entire circus."

"Yes, yes, whatever gets you to shut up and get out of my face!"

I smirk and swim my way through the air out the door. "Well then~" I purr, exiting the room and feeling my feet settle onto the floor as I come back to gravity. Pomni's eyes bore into me, squinted with shrunk pupils, but they quickly shrink even more when she realizes what she just did.

"Wait..."

I snicker and start to run down the hall, clutching the cane in my hand.

"WAIT!" I hear footsteps pound behind me as the fool gives chase. I tilt my head back and cackle.

>Z^

I sit boredly in the main area, frowning and turning my head as I hear screaming and running footsteps.

"JAX!"

The devil himself whirls around the corner, sprinting past me and into another hall, a small red and blue blur rushing after him.

"JAX GIVE IT BACK-!"

I shake my head at them. Normally I would think that was hilarious, but lately I had been irritable than usual. It was because of the stupid-

SZHSHQSHHZHZZ-

I wince and clamp my hands around my twitching antennas as a sound like static and feedback mixed in a blended filled my head. That had been happening more and more recently, the noise cutting through my thoughts like a chainsaw. I slowly let go of my antennas, rubbing my triangle head.

But it was nothing.

...

Yeah right.

[waytootiredstudent]

....

I have another story to add to the 'My life has ADHD'.

- Tried fixing the bath today. Like, water running down outside the bathtub when you shower. Easy fix, I know the problem, have a solution. Half an hour tops.

- Discover silicon that's basically black at this point. Resign myself to 'alright so this gonna be a longer project'.

Poor, misguided me. Foolish Icarus. You have no idea. You're a broke student with a misguided sense of 'I can fix this myself, right?' with no skills or knowledge to back that confidence.

- my sister plus three other ppl are coming tomorrow. Including a child. We need a functioning bath.

- sparing you the details but I dissamble the whole fucking bathtub. Stare at the monstrosity that they call a functioning system.

- regret half of my life choices.

- realize that I will have to recaulk the whole fucking thing.

I have never done such a thing. Nor watched it being done. I'm a baby adult. My survival skills wholly rely on YouTube tutorials.

- after contemplating to just ignore the problem I go to work.

- my guys. I know nothing, yeah? Nothing. But whatever the fuck I learned in the five minutes Google research was already more than whatever the fuck the guy did who had his hands on that bathroom before me.

- as a product of that I have to remove two caulking. And a part of the wall because someone thought it was smart to have a plastic cover over the caulk to embedd it into the wall. As I put the chisel to work I wonder how I could explain to my roommate what happened to the bathroom

- roommates comes in. Looks at me. Looks at the bathroom. Looks at me again. I have a mask on, safety goggles and slightly maniac expression as I hack at the caulking that's so inaccessible that I can't reach it with my tools. Roommate says nothing. Offers me some pasta.y stomach reminds me that I have eaten exactly one piece of chocolate in the morning.

- roommate has some art project with mirrors. I get to smash some glass. Feels very nice. Roommates leaves for a walk.

- through some miracle and with a lot sweat, tears and curses I finish the caulking

- high from my actually decent looking work, sleep depravation and one monster the only thing still making me move, I decide to help roommate with before mentioned art project.

- mirrors are the worst. I mutter and curse while I do my work

- roommate tried talking to me a few times. I do not realize that. Or notice them. Until half an hour later when they suddenly spawn in the kitchen where they have been the whole time. I have a miniature heart attack and nearly throw the caulking gun at them in surprise.

- they tell me I did a good job and to got to bed. Despite my normally strong hatred for being told what to do I follow the advice. I feel more drunk and incoherent than after three cocktails

- I go to lie down on my bed, tired, exhausted and ready to just shut down

- roommate comes in.

- "hey don't you think we're missing something essential from the house?"

- I stare at them blearily, unsure if this might already be a dream and if not, how I should get the brain capacity to think and formulate words. Was that a discussion prompt, a philosophical question as to what is deigned important? Is important an objective word or always subjective? Or is it a subtle hint that we need something in our household that once again is normal for the rest of the world but didn't occur to me until pointed out?

- Roommate smiles loopsided and drags something into my view

- I don't comprehend. There's glass. Wood. Some splinters.

- a window

- I look to wall where my window should be. I see hinges moving in the wind.

- The fucking window broke off. My roommate holds the fucking broken away window of my bedroom in their hands.

- I decide this is a problem for tomorrow. Then I don't have a window. Who needs windows anyways. Importance of things is subjective.

[lilaconion]

Proof of the Father He’ll Become - Part 1

You felt a shift in the bed and your pillow moved as you tried to get off to sleep. "What are you doing?" You tiredly mumbled to your husband as he gently moved away from the position you'd been cuddling in. Pregnancy had been kicking your ass and as wonderfully attentive as he'd continually been, you blamed him a little. You'd been actively trying for it and had a wonderful home together. You'd felt ready to be a mother but carrying the baby of a man designed to be a deadly soldier was something you hadn't thought through. His gentleness with you became even more obviously a learned trait as his spawn refused to let you eat when you learnt of its existence and had been trying to kick its way out as soon as it had the legs to do so.

"Ad'ika ven tettar." He'd subconsciously used mando'a. As much as you loved hearing him speak it, it took your foggy brain a minute to translate. "Kiddo's not kicking yet." You sighed at him, assuming he'd started to, once again, concentrate too much on the inaudible noises the tiny swishes of amniotic fluid made. "Future tense, mesh'la." He finally got to the part where he moved you so that your back faced him rather than your front being pressed into his side. Your pillow had been his chest until you had to use a 'real' one. The cotton was nowhere near as comfy as his skin. He slotted himself against your back and his hand instantly went to your swollen belly. "I wanna hold both of my girls." He drawled out whilst peppering small kisses across your exposed shoulder. He was convinced that you'd end up with a girl, mainly from hope over any kind of intuition. He'd told you how he wished every child you had together would be like you. It was so that when you were both dead, the galaxy could still appreciate everything about you that he loved.

As much as his hand was there cause it somehow got the baby to not kick, and you appreciated not being baby's first practise doll, it was also strangely comforting to feel his warm hand against the skin that protected your child from the outside world. You loved Hunter's warmth but you got more from his chest pressing into your back and even the breath on the back of your neck from Hunter's not so subtle attempt to swim in your scent. You loved his hand resting on your stomach most of all because it was like a promise. His promise to do anything to keep his baby safe and to protect his new little family. The idea that he'd do so much for the family you were starting together made you start to cry a little. "Hey, what's that pretty little head thinking?" He said lowly as he propped himself up on his arm and left a chaste kiss against your cheek. You turned your head to look up at him and found nothing but agape and concern in his eyes. The knowledge of his devotion made your lips tremble a little before you spoke. "You're going to be the best daddy ever." The corners of his mouth rose and a warm smile came to his face as any evidence of his worry dissipated. He softly kissed the tip of your nose and then pulled away a little, keeping his face still relatively close to yours. "And you'll be the best mommy." He moved away a little and kissed your shoulder while looking into your eyes that struggled to stay open. "Now sleep, ner cyare." You noded a little and let out a little noise in agreement as you turned to face away again.

You felt him slot against your back perfectly and the dark curtain of sleep enveloped you. The last thing you heard was, "You too ad'ika." His whisper was accompanied by his thumb slowly stroking the skin next to where his hand rested. He held you both firmly as you fell asleep.

[zykamiliah]

Cosplay day at Cang Qiong High host club Everyone wears traditional costumes and wigs. Sqh begs Mbj to participate

Mbj: "Why me."

Sqh: "I have the perfect costume for you!! Please try it, senpai!"

They're on the same year. Sqh just feels that calling him senpai is appropriate. Mbj is secretly pleased by this.

Mbj is wearing something different from the others, he's supposed to be some kind of Northern nobleman—

Mbj: "A king."

Sqh serves him tea. "Of course you can be a king, senpai."

Mbj: "and who are you?"

Sqh: "Me?"

Mbj: "You have to be someone."

Sqh: "Hmmm well… thinks for a bit I could be a subordinate from the East kingdom, working under Shen Yuan…"

Mbj looks displeased at this. Sqh is instantly fussing over him, attentively pushing his favorite snacks towards him.

"or, oh, maybe I am a subordinate from the East kingdom that's actually working as a spy from the Northern kingdom!"

SY from his table: "So you are a traitor? I thought we weren't doing anything with plot today."

Sqh: "Change of plans!! Anyway, senpai, in the end, I'd be your subordinate."

Mbj: "Your king."

Sqh: "Yes… My king."

Sqh swallows. They look at each other for half a minute. Mbj's eyes shine with a strange, heated fierceness.

Sqh: "S-so… My character would say something like 'My king, I will follow you for the rest of my life!'"

Mbj, nods, satisfied, and drinks tea: "Qinghua is mine."

Sqh: "…"

SY, who is not so discreetly eavesdropping: "…....."

The whole club, blatantly listening in, specifically the moshang fans: 👀👀👀👀👀

Mbj: "…That's what my character would say."

Sqh: "Ah… Of course, of course! Ehem. My king?"

Mbj: *nods* "Qinghua."

Sqh: "My king…"

Mbj: "Qinghua."

Sqh: "…My king???"

SY, already sick of them and this close to flip the table: "Shut up and drink your tea unless you want me to kill your traitorous character in this story."

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@mitchievousness

@elf-kid2 tagging you bc you wanted more moshang!

[scented-morker]

⇢˚⋆ ✎ first "I love you's" with en-maknae line

*:･ﾟ✧ genre : fluff

*:･ﾟ✧ description : established relationship, bf!enhypen, gn!reader, first time saying I love you headcanons :D

*:･ﾟ✧ here it is!!! this is- pretty long, just a heads up 🤪

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ଘ Sunoo ~ˊˎ-

He was having a hard time lately with all of the stress from the comeback and everything

He tried to hide it from you but obviously you noticed, like you were on FaceTime and he wasn’t even showing his face 😞

So obviously you were like 🤨 “Where did my sunshine baby go?”

Which actually made him show his face it was red asf

So when he hung up you were like k time to cheer up the love of my life

Which is exactly what you said in your brain and then had a nervous breakdown because ??the love of your life??

But you decided to push that away for now so you could get everything you needed together

You texted the boys and told them you were going to come over

They had noticed his change and thought it would be a good idea so they agreed, and some of them left while others promised to stay in their rooms

When you knock on the door the next day you hear “Sunoo can you get that?” from somewhere in the house and you know they’re doing their jobs

Sunoo wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he opened the door, maybe a manager or a crazy fan, but it wasn’t his s/o with a bag on their shoulders and holding a little bouquet of flowers

“Y/n!!” He immediately engulfed you in a hug, and you smile at his excitement, you definitely made the right plan

He pulls away, asking a “why are you here” to which you shove the flowers at him

“These are for you, um I hope you like them”

Your words came out kinda squished, most people don’t get their boyfriends flowers but you thought it was a really good idea, except now that you’re in front of him you feel kinda dumb, what if he doesn’t like them

“Thank you!! I love them!”

His eyes are sparkling and he tells you that he’s never been given a bouquet of flowers like this and that he’s so happy you got him some

And with your renewed confidence you tell him the rest of what you have planned, a self care day with movies and snacks and skin care and cuddling, lots of cuddling

And he just !!!

He gets so excited 🥺

Like “okay let’s start right now” and then picks you up and goes running the the couch, and you’re laughing almost directly in his ear and he can’t get any happier

So you spend all day together, just messing around and doing whatever

And then he falls asleep, right on the couch on your lap which like 🥰

He looks so peaceful and calm you can’t resist, so you stop playing with his hair like you were originally and lay your hand on his face, tracing his cute lil nose and all that

You start talking to him, quiet so you don’t ruin the mood or wake him up and you’re just like spilling your heart to this dude while he’s asleep, er, “asleep”

Like straight up “I was so worried about you, you were just acting different and I really hope you’re taking care of yourself like you should. My brain knew I had to do something, it specifically said ‘time to cheer up the love of my life’, which was also scary because love is scary you know”

He’s just laying there, eyes closed, trying not to lose his mind and just tackle you in a hug and kiss all over your face, but you don’t seem to be done talking yet so he waits

“But I love you, I really do. And I think that makes it not so scary, because it’s you”

He opens his eyes and at first you don’t even notice because you’re looking off into space but he kinda shifts in your lap and you just 😳

“I love you too, like a lot and it took everything in me not to cut you off and just attack you with my love”

“Well I’m done talking now so you wouldn’t be cutting me off”

And he does exactly what he was planning, tackling you in his arms on the couch, laying there with you while giving you sweet lil kisses and whispering about how much he loves you

He’s definitely back to himself

ଘ Jungwon ~ˊˎ-

Now our dear leader is a lil shy, which we all love him for, but that meant y’all had been dating for like a year almost

An ‘I love you’-less year

And you were a little worried like ‘is this not a serious relationship to him’ but you kinda brushed it off because you’re pretty young and you would never want to rush him

And then it became very obvious that he was serious when he freaking INVITED YOU TO A FAMILY VACATION

Not like a board the plane were going to Hawaii for a month vacation, a thankfully more chill like family camping in log cabins together for a weekend vacation

And obviously you were terrified because ya know meeting the ‘rents (I am so sorry why did I say it like that)

But you weren’t gonna say no to your boyfriend especially when he was so excited

So flash forward to you and jungwon, fresh off of a 3 hour car ride (where you obvi played 10 months like 80,000 times), walking up to a cute little campground with like three big log cabins next to each other, real cute

And you walk into the main one where everyone is meeting and his family is like SCREAMING like absolute chaos and there are little cousins running around and everything

And for some reason it feel comfortable and one of his little cousins comes up to you and asks you to play obviously you do

By the time his family realizes he’s here and greets him you’re surrounded by children

Cue his older cousins like “I knew they were fake” “you don’t have to lie wonnie, it’s okay to be single”

But then he points over to the living room and you’ve got a little kid on your back and another on your lap and someone has used their play makeup to give you blue eyeshadow

You give him a really big smile when you see him looking over and literally everyone just 🥺🥺🥺

He thinks you’ve never been more perfect even tho you literally end up with a glitter mustache

Eventually his aunts make their kids leave you alone and you help them wash up to eat (as almost scream when you see your reflection because their first impression of you was of you looking like a whacko)

But then you sit down at the table where he’s saved you a spot and they’re all so excited to meet you and ask you all sorts of questions

You’re holding his hand under the table because you’re nervous but then he’s got your hands in his lap fiddling with your fingers and you aren���t nervous anymore

Literally every single person in his family gives you a hug before you guys go to the cabin you’re sleeping in and you ask him ya know like

“Do you think they like me”

And he’s like ??? They literally like you more than me and my cousins tried to fight me to the death for a seat next to you at the table

But he just goes “they love you just as much as I do”

And you just combust

“You love me???”

And it wasn’t even an accident, he was just like “yup, like a lot”

Then bam “I love you too”

And they lived happily ever after more like his aunts overheard and screamed to the rest of the family what just happened

ଘ Niki ~ˊˎ-

Niki had begged you all week to come over and visit and you finally found a day that you were both free on

You knocked quietly, announcing your presence before letting yourself in like the boys had told you to do

Once you had set your things down and taken your shoes off you set out on a mission to find your lovely boyfriend

Which really didn’t take long because you could hear him screaming in the living room as soon as you walked in

Apparently he was losing at whatever video game they were playing and was not happy about it

You went over to his spot on the couch, squeezing in next to him and he gave you a lil side hug and a kiss on the temple to say hello

You settled down in your spot, leaning on him with his arm still around your shoulder as the next round started

Although it was a bad idea because when he lost again you almost got elbowed in the head

After a few more rounds some of the boys decide to go out and get food even tho he definitely begged them to stay because he wanted to win at least once

“No bud, we’re hungry, and you kinda have a significant other you’ve been ignoring for like an hour” thanks heeseung

So they leave (except for jake who got stuck on babysitting duty)

And you’re like well he seems to like this game even tho he sucks at it so might as well play it if that’s what he wants to do

So you’re all like “hey bub what if I play with you” and he’s already shoving the controller in your hand and explaining how it works

He loves that you try to take an interest in the things that he likes, and he also likes that you’ve never played it before because that’ll make it easy to beat you

Which it definitely was, sorry you kinda suck at this game (even more than your boyfriend)

“Yes!! I did it!!! I won!!”

Cue the trash talk because he’s a little devil spawn sometimes

“See that I woooooon, you didn’t even stand a chance against me, I’m a master at this game”

And you’re just sitting there like you hadn’t seen him get absolutely demolished by everyone else literally like 30 minutes ago, just shaking your head

“Ya know you’re lucky I love you or I would have smacked you by now”

You laugh when you say it and he joins in before going dead silent after like 3 seconds

“Wait you what?”

“I said you’re luck I lo-”

And then you go quiet too bc dang did you really just say that and now you’re all nervous

But then he just goes

“Yeah I kinda love you too”

And then he makes sure to spend some actual time with you, not just beating you in video games for the rest of the day

“WAIT ‘KINDA’???”

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[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: Constant Dying

This is not going in the direction that was originally planned, but I'm not sure I'm too upset by it. I'm glad to finally post a part that goes a bit further into Techno's feelings about you this time, though. I'm also starting to work on an angsty Simpbur fic alongside this one, so keep an eye out for that.

Warnings: Mention of death ; Near-death

Words: 3.6k

Your legs throbbed as you trudged through the multiple paths to where you and Techno had been mining. Your neck wasn’t fairing much better. There was always residual pain after a death, especially when you were killed by your own stupidity and not mobs or someone else. You were more than happy to take hits for your friend, often shielding his body with your much smaller one to protect him, but natural deaths were pointless to you. Not to mention that dying this many times in such a short period made an ache develop on the right side of your brain and you knew you wouldn’t be able to be rid of it for hours. You finished descending carved stairs to where you believed you had been and let out a sigh at the effort. Your chest filled with a dull ache at the action. A firework to the chest was certainly a quick way to die. It was far from the most painful as long as it got the job done in one or two shots and the ache would only last another hour or two if you would stop dying.

You thought back on how the events from earlier in the day had transpired. The entire thing had been a shit show and you loathed the next time you’d speak to Wilbur, knowing you were likely going to just yell at him. You weren’t in a great mood because of his little stunt. At least you knew why Techno had killed you and several others on the server. There was no reason for him to sit back and watch Tubbo be executed by your dearest friend. You could only hope that the boys new scars weren’t too bad. He’d have to display them for the rest of this lifetime, after all. Maybe he’d think they were cool like Tommy did.

You slowly unclenched your jaw and relaxed your shoulders, smiling a little at the thought of blond that you spent the other half of your days doting on. He was like the little brother you had always imagined wanting. Mumza had filled your prayers in some fashion, you supposed. A small chuckle spilled from your lips, deciding you’d make Technoblade pay you back somehow for your deaths today. You were up to three now.

A smile curled your lips as you thought of the possibilities. Maybe you’d steal his crown for a little bit. Or his cloak. You giggled to yourself as you crossed the lava pit that you were going to use later for obsidian. Mining in caves this deep was difficult enough without mobs so the lava was a good way to make sure none spawned nearby. Perhaps you could get away with all of the above with the addition of forcing him to make you a cup of tea. That would certainly be fair, wouldn’t it? You were sure if you convinced chat, you’d be able to make him do it.

The ore had been mostly cleared out, all that remained were long tunnels deep underground spanning for what felt like forever. It took you a good chunk of time, but finally you approached him from behind. He had continued mining, cobblestone covering the hole that you had fallen down and ultimately died upon impact in. “You grabbed my stuff, right?”

He pointed to the chest that had been set up, not stopping his assault on a piece of diorite. You flipped open the lid, pulling out several stone pickaxes he had managed to pick up. You didn’t suppose he had kept most of the stone, leaving it in the cave, but the ores, redstone, and lapis you had gathered sat untouched in the chest. “I don’t understand why you continue to use those. They’re flimsy.”

You shrugged before joining his side again, mining away the soft rock. “Because I can keep a large stock of them and don’t have to waste the durability of my diamond one.” You stopped paying attention to the coal you mined at above you as you looked towards him. “Besides, they’re expendable and I don’t have to worry about retrieving them every time I-”

Gravel began to fall on and around you in heavy chunks, obscuring your vision. You were startled for a moment at the sudden assault and you cursed your horrible luck. Of course the moment you were back and trying to resume your task, you’d almost die again. You recovered quickly, feeling the pressure around you as you were crushed and tried to dig your way out of the pile, but more seemed to just fall and replace the gravel you had just removed. It was suffocating. Rocks grated against your skin and you cringed at the sound of them rubbing against each other. You tried to claw your way through, fingers getting scraped as small pebbles cut the flesh. You were running out of air. You hated dying like this.

A hand grasped your bicep and you grunted as you were yanked out of the rubble. Rocks and flint shifted around you as it gave way and filled in the spot where you had just been. A broad chest cushioned you as you stumbled forward. You sucked in air as you rested your forehead against him. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

Your laugh was more of a wheeze as you smacked your hand against him, next to where your head rested. You didn’t move, however. Techno chuckled as he pat your back. He’d let you have your moment to calm yourself back down. He wasn’t particularly scared of you dying again, but he knew it had to have sucked. You had been taking the brunt of damage meant for him since, well, every time the two of you spent time together, and he didn’t understand why you were so eager to do it. On top of your clumsiness that already resulted in countless other deaths he didn’t know about, you died for him often when it would have probably only resulted in a minor wound for him. You were so reckless. But that smile you gave him every time somehow dissipated his annoyance more than it should have. It was familiar somehow. The voices loved it more than they should have. They loved you more than they should have.

You didn’t care who he was, how he was, what he did, if he could do something for you. You cared about him. Whenever he was giving too much to the rebellion, whenever he was hyper fixated on tasks and was trapped in his own brain with only chat as company, you were always there. They didn’t mind receding to the back of his head while you two talked, adding in small quips here and there. The loud roar they normally were was typically a small rumble when you were talking. It put him on edge with how much they liked you, but he couldn’t blame them. You provided conversation more often than not. You offered simpler solutions to long problems in his head he’d been breaking apart over and over until it had spiraled into a bigger one than it had started out at. But besides that, you also forced him to sleep, to remember to drink water, to take time for himself. To care about himself the way you did. He didn’t know how to repay you for the unending kindness you showed him. Especially when all you asked for was his friendship in return.

He felt you sigh against him and he moved his arm to free you. You were looking up at him, though, not stepping away.

"Are you alright?" His lips twitched. Shouldn’t he be asking you that?

"Yeah, why?"

"You look mad." A snort escaped him. You couldn’t even see his expression past the mask.

"That's just my face.” You didn’t look convinced. He ran his fingers through your hair, knocking some debris loose. It fell to the floor at your feet. He ignored the way you leaned into his touch. “I’m alright, [y/n].”

You smiled at him. You smiled that cursed smile. It made him feel worthy of the title god; so full of reverence and kindness. You had to have been blessed by Kristin herself. How could you still look upon him like that after what had happened at the festival? How could you show such adoration for a-

“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” He turned his head away. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be the recipient of that smile made from sheer adoration. Your eyebrows furrowed and your smile wavered.

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like how Wilbur looks at you.” Your laugh rang through the tunnels. It echoed off the walls and he couldn’t help the swell of something in his chest. For a moment, you reminded him of Phil.

“Why is it a bad thing if I look at you like he does to me? He’s a really dear friend.” Oh dear.

“Don’t tell him that.” The idea of you only seeing him as a friend would break his heart floated unspoken in the air. You didn’t seem to notice it.

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.” Techno stepped back from you when it was obvious you weren’t going to do it yourself. He watched you deflate slightly and felt like he had done something wrong.

“It’s not like he wants to talk to me now anyways.” You picked up your pickaxe again, moving to work on the pile of gravel. He offered you his shovel and you took it. “He hasn’t said a word to me since the festival earlier.”

“I’m honestly surprised you’re still talkin’ to either of us after that debacle.” You paused your digging to look at him curiously. “After me bein’ peer pressured into killin’ Tubbo and everyone else. Killin’ you. His plan to do nothin’ ‘bout it. It’s surprisin’ that you aren’t givin’ us both the silent treatment.”

You scoffed, going back to the gravel in front of you. “That wasn’t his plan.”

Techno stilled, his eyebrows furrowing. “What?”

“Wilbur wasn’t planning on just doing nothing. He has TNT planted all around Manburg.” You hesitated, the grip on his shovel tightening in your trembling hands as you continued digging. “I don’t know why he didn’t set it off.”

There was no sound next to you or behind you. Stopping your work, you looked at him, only to see him looking towards where the mouth of the cave was. “We should be gettin’ back.”

A soft sigh left your mouth. “Go on ahead, I’m right behind you.”

You didn’t want to face the fallout.

You returned to Pogtopia late that night. Mining alone had been a good way to soothe your nerves after the events that had happened earlier. Whilst you had wished Techno had been there longer, you understood wanting to regroup. Today had been stressful for all of you.

You walked down the crude steps that had been made after putting the excess resources into the communal chest at the top. There was soft murmuring and the distant sound of Wilbur’s cackle put you a little on edge, but you soldiered on. It’s okay. Tubbo hopefully would have respawned by now. Things would go on. You froze at the top of the walkway down to the primary meeting area.

Techno was wrapping his knuckles with some extra gauze you recognized to be from your chest. Tommy was sitting a little away from him, his back to the wall and his knees to his chest. There was a distant look in his eyes as he stared at the ground in front of him. You could see a sliver of one of your plasters on his face, the bluish purple fabric and white dots a dark galaxy against his pale cheek. Your feet were moving before your brain as you ran to the teenage boy and knelt before him. You should have come back sooner. You reached out to hold him before hesitating, choosing instead to extend your hand to examine the flesh around the bandage. “You look horrible, Tommy. What happened? I thought you were safe after what happened at the festival.”

Techno grunted from the sidelines. “We resolved our issues.”

The boy before you huffed, still looking at the ground, but he leaned into your touch. “Resolved is a strong word, but we’re okay. For now.” He looked up at you and you pursed your lips together. He relaxed at the worry in your eyes. He was safe with you. “Where were you?”

“I was mining. I needed to blow off steam after all of that.” The blond just nodded, pressing his face further into your touch. You moved closer to brush some of the golden locks away from his face with your free hand. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Techno was suddenly beside you both, towering over the two of you. “It stays in the pit.”

You sent him an inquisitive look. “The pit?”

He only nodded and your frown deepened. Anger started to fester in you. Did he do this? To a child? “We are definitely discussing this later, Technoblade.” You watched his shoulders tense for a moment. You didn’t know if it was because of your tone or the use of his full name, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment. You’d take care of it later. You two always talked things through, and now would not be any different, but you had to worry about Tommy. “You can’t just hurt people and say things are better now.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but you were already helping the blond up to shuffle him to your bed. The child kept trying to wave you off, but you persisted. Despite your ire against him, something shifted in his chest at watching how gentle you were with Tommy. His bond with you was truly something to behold.

Why aren’t they paying attention to us like earlier?

They’re so sweet to him.

Tommy's lucky we didn’t accidentally kill him.

I wonder how they’re so close.

E.

I don’t want to talk to them later.

Why are they mad at us?

E.

So they’re not upset about the festival, but they’re upset about a fight with Tommy? That makes no sense.

Follow them.

This is stupid.

E.

Do they like him more?

Techno sat back in his spot against the ravine wall. He saw traces of a fireplace and used the heel of his boot to push around the sooty remains. Most of the questions chat had were valid, but he didn’t want to pursue you. He didn’t want to have that conversation later, either. He just wanted to move on. But he knew you wouldn’t. Something about how resentment ruins friendships and miscommunication was the biggest cause. He could never resent you. Sometimes he resented the gods, but never you.

He wanted to know what kind of entertainment DreamXD and Kristin got out of watching them over and over and over again. Did they have nothing better to do than continuously create and orchestrate each new lifetime? Each new world with different rules and a different storyline? Or recreate other worlds just to change the plot? There had been so many, but this was the first where they all remembered. This was the first where he had met you.

Techno closed his eyes. None of his lives had been bad. Well, particularly bad. Wilbur always seemed to get off worse than he did. Tommy sometimes worse than them both.

He remembered a life of gilded castles, one of many. He trained Wilbur and Tommy in combat. He studied politics and was a general. He watched the two of them grow up in Phil’s absence. There were handmaidens that were too bold in their words, butlers that were too polite, and inside jokes between him and the guards. There were dinners made of things that he only wished they could recreate here. He remembered that despite any squabbling, they were still very much a family. He knows Tommy remembers that one all too clearly. He doesn’t talk about it often, but Techno knows the look in his eyes whenever Phil is mentioned. He also speaks sometimes about the servant that once tended to his mother but he nor Wilbur could ever recall one. Too many faceless employees. Too many nameless soldiers.

He remembered a different life where Hanahaki Disease roamed rampant. The flowers infected most of the people he knew. Sometimes they got better, sometimes they didn’t. Phil would never catch it. The blurry memory of his friend saying so flashed briefly in his head. That fact didn't surprise him in the least. Phil was a catch. But he had never had to deal with the deadly buds either. He couldn't remember why. His head throbbed gently as he tried to wade through the fog. Wilbur had suffered from it, though. It was devastating when he passed. The flowers choked him, stuffing his airways with petals. Who had he loved so much it killed him? Didn't he love anyone like that? Didn’t he find someone so beautiful that dying was more preferable than a life without them? Maybe he did. There were small flashes in his head of the gentle squeeze of a hand and a smile that could snuff out the sun. Why couldn't he seem to remember their face?

There was another life. A life where markings appeared on his skin. Little scratches, cuts and scrapes that weren't his, doodles, words that he would have never written himself. He remembered sitting through a lecture once, smiling at the little stars that speckled his arm and slowly appeared like the night sky in the twilight of the setting sun. Wilbur had shown off the same markings, and it was brutal irony that the two of them shared this connection with a third. They would play games frequently. Mostly twenty questions or tic tac toe, but locations and true names were always burning scribbles on their flesh when attempted. They tried many tactics to find out more before Wilbur had told them both off. He wonders if they had found their third in that life.

There had always been gaps in his memory, especially when it came to his other lives. Lulls where the mundane had become just a bit too mundane, moments where he just shut his brain off and went by instinct. Things were easier when you didn’t have past lives to think about. When he didn’t have to consider if he had already learnt a lesson and was doomed to repeat it. When you weren’t around to give him glares and words of encouragement and cause disruption in his life. Were Tommy and Wilbur’s lives more difficult with you here too? With someone to tell them what to do and to patch up their wounds and give fleeting touches that were so soft it was like touching a petal? He hopes not.

A sound of distress comes from the direction you and Tommy had gone in and he turns to look. You’re standing there, facing away from him, reaching out towards empty space to someone who wasn’t there. You must’ve been the one to make the noise.

You turn around and his frown deepens. You look tired and more than a little frustrated. It was amazing how much of a difference you stood now compared to the person that clung to him throughout the nether when he had first met you. Your presence was easy. You didn’t ramble like he would disappear anymore. You didn’t look to him for validation with every move. You didn’t act out of the desperation isolation had instilled in you. You had settled like the missing puzzle piece they didn’t even know was missing. Did you ever visit the library that you had once called your first home?

He watches you finally approach him, sitting and leaning against his side as if you weren’t upset. You move to intertwine your arm with his, hand slipping into his own. He didn’t stop you. “Wilbur, he’s-”

“Crazy? Yeah, I know. He wants me to set off withers.” You sat straight up. Shock painted your face a hue that didn’t suit you. Or perhaps it was fear. He didn’t like it.

“Withers?” He nods. Your head spins back to the direction of your bedroom. “Does Tommy know?”

“Tommy knows. I went along with it.” Techno feels you scoot away, releasing your hold on him and he already misses the feeling. “It’s not like we’re tryin’ to salvage the place, [y/n].”

“I don’t want more innocent people to lose another life, Tech.” You look at him once more. “Do Tommy and Wilbur know that you’re hoping to leave nothing behind? Because they both talk about reestablishing L’manburg when given the chance.”

“I keep tellin’ them the truth, but it seems like they’re not gonna listen.” He watches your face fall into a look that he hopes meant acceptance. Your eyes moved to the ground between you both and you just nodded. You didn’t know where you would sit in the aftermath of this all.

Techno felt your hand slip back into his as you take your place back against his side. Pink hair was soft against your cheek as you rested it against his shoulder.

“One step at a time. Let’s worry about getting rid of Schlatt first, okay?” He just nods back, resting his head on top of yours. You squeeze his hand in response. You felt safe again, especially with him next to you “Now-

Tell me about this pit.”

[satorinni]

𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕖

track 20: spawnpoint

Kenma has never been much of a ladies man. Well, that’s how he’s always envisioned himself. Actually, that’s how he still envisions himself. His rise to fame and security lead to a lot of new women interested in his life, but he’d never pay them much mind. He’s always thought himself above the idea of love. He had everything he needed, so to speak. So what more could he possibly want?

You, on the other hand, believed a little differently. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in love, just that you didn’t have time for it. Between school & life, going on dinner dates and spending every waking moment with someone else seemed a little time consuming. It sounded a little selfish, but you always had to come first. Even before your friends and family, you were determined to succeed and be the best you could be. Never in a million years did you expect to be here. 

Literally, actually. 

At the time, the carnival seemed like a really good idea. You had never been on a ferris wheel before, and an elephant ear sounded so good. But it seemed you and Kenma underestimated his fame, just a little bit. 

A bunch of people started recognizing him, not just from his streams, but for being the owner of a gaming corporation? The only escape was on the ferris wheel, which wasn’t that bad, but a blonde kid & his girlfriend in the cart next to yours were making out the whole time. Awkward. Plus, turns out, Kenma has a slight fear of heights. Which wasn’t that bad, for you at least. Gave you an excuse to hold his hand the whole time. After the sun started to set you began walking to a nearby park to watch the carnival fireworks. 

“You know I tried baking this stuff one time.” You gestured down to the slice of apple pie you were eating. Kenma looked over at you as you both continued walking. 

“How’d that go?” He raised an eyebrow in interest, still looking at you.

“Actually, that’s where I got this.” You lifted your arm to show a burn scar on your lower forearm. “Always wear oven mitts when handling hot pastries.” 

Kenma sees this and busts out laughing. “Duly noted, genius. Remind me to never ask you to cook for me.” 

You nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes. “Oh, whatever, hot shot. At least I don’t set pasta on fire like your boyfriend.” You spoon a piece of the pie and gesture for Kenma to take it. 

“Shut up.” He tries to hide his smile by biting down on your spoon. You yank at it which causes apple pieces to go flying onto the sidewalk. You & Kenma burst into giggles, completely disregarding the families & couples lounging in the grass.

You walk over to the nearest garbage bin to rid of your trash, wiping your hands off on your skirt. Turning around, Kenma’s eyes are on you, smirking.

“Please Kenma, I know I’m hot, but refrain from eye-fucking me. There are children around.” You grin at his flustered appearance, placing yourself back at his side. 

“Would you rather I actually fuck you?” He snorts out, devilish look gracing his feature. 

“Kenma!” Now it was your turn to wear the flustered expression. It was already dark, the stars out to stay hello. Everyone littered in the grass staring up into the sky, waiting for the show to go on. You stop walking, somewhere near the front of the park. Kenma stops as well, facing you. If it had still been light outside, you’d be blocking everyone's view of the carnival and light show. Thankfully, aside from the ferris wheel lights, it was dark enough so you were out of view from most of the bystanders. 

Kenma’s staring at you with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights, if you will.

“What?” You tilt your head in curiosity. Highschool you would’ve freaked out by now, your insecurities back then ate away at you. Made it real difficult to create long lasting relationships. You probably would’ve overanalyzed everything, especially with the way he was looking at you right now. You probably would’ve overthought every action and conversation you guys have had. 

But now? You gained a lot more confidence. You had stability. You had you. Surprisingly, that was enough. But it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in one, Kenma Kozume. 

“Kenma? Don’t go mute on me again.” You smile softly at the furrow of his brows. You could tell he was just trying to figure out what to say. 

“Sorry, I just-” He huffs out a breath of annoyance. He takes a deep breath and tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear. He looks to his left at all the people lying in the grass. It’s obvious he’s nervous by the way he glances at his feet one too many times. He looks back at you, visibly trying to calm himself down. “I’ve never been good at talking to people. Or being around them in general? I mean, it’s gotten better over the years, I can actually accomplish basic tasks now. But sometimes I still get overwhelmed, you know?”

You knowingly nod your head, letting him continue. 

“But that day I brought you your wallet? I don’t know why I couldn’t say anything. I just couldn’t think of anything worthy enough to say to you. It was like-” Your laugh stops him.

You ask, fascinated. “Worthy? Who do you think I am? A princess?” Your wide eyes and huge smile makes him take another deep breath. 

He looks away in embarrassment and mumbles, “I mean, might as well be.” He turns back to you. “Can I finish first?”

Your smile gets impossibly bigger as you nod slowly.

“Okay. Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. You make my brain feel like jelly, y/n. Which is saying something because I’ve gone 72 hours without sleeping before. And it’s just? You make me crazy? That doesn’t even make sense!” He’s talking with his hands now, and his voice is gradually growing louder & louder. 

“I make you crazy?” You raise your voice right back. You’re laughing uncontrollably now. Never did you think someone could see you like he does.

“Yes!” He practically yells, hands on his head in exasperation. Despite his obvious dilemma, he’s smiling too. 

You giggle some more and pull his hands off his head. You slip your hands down his cheeks and hold his face in your hands. 

“If it’s any consolation, you make me crazy, too.” His hands are on your hips now, pulling you close, closer, closer. 

“It’s cheesy, but I’ve never-” He’s cut off by loud chanting. The fireworks are about to go off. He looks left into the grass, towards the people staring at the sky in amazement. You look left as well, towards the fair. They’re counting down, you don’t even notice you started whispering along with them. 

Then, they’re off. Brilliant reds and yellows. Synchronously, you and Kenma turn back towards each other. You grin and, hands still on his face, pull him in. He tastes like apples. 

More fireworks go off and you can feel him smiling against your lips. His arms are around your waist. Yours have found their way around his neck. Something straight out of a movie. People are cheering. You both know it’s for the show, but it doesn’t hurt to believe they’re for you. 

Never in a million years did you think you’d be here, kissing one, Kenma Kozume, under the fireworks & stars, in front of dozens of people. Cheesy how life works out, huh?

It feels like heaven forever until you finally pull apart. The fireworks are over, but people are still cheering. Except, they’re saying your names. You both turn, squinting towards the noise. Sitting to the far right is a group of guys. Familiar faces. One with glasses & black hair pulling at the shirt of another one. Grey hair & yellow eyes, you know him. He’s yelling, barely audible. The one to the right of him has messy black hair, like he just got out of bed. That one you definitely know. You turn back to Kenma.

“You didn’t tell me the guys were gonna be here.” You smile at Kenma, who didn’t know the guys were gonna be there. Bokuto is about to stand, to walk over to you guys, you think. 

Kenma grabs your hand and pulls you the opposite direction. You’re both running down the grass, giggling like maniacs. Families are staring in confusion and annoyance. You’re too happy to care. You stop at a tree closer to the city. You plop down underneath it, the grass soft under your thighs. 

Kenma lays perpendicular to you, head in your lap. You look down at him, hand in his hair. 

“You know, you didn’t finish what you were saying back there. Like, before we made out in front of your friends. And a bunch of random people.” You’re just teasing, testing to see if the blush on his face is from sprinting or from you. Probably both. 

“Shut up, I was just gonna say I think I like you.” He turns his head towards your body, so he isn’t looking up at you.

“You think? Huh, that’s not very reassuring.” You make a face of ponderance and raise an eyebrow. 

“Okay, okay. I very much do like you, stupid.” He crosses his arms. He’s pouting, it’s cute.

“Yeah, I already knew. Actually, I’ve known for a while.” He sits up abruptly while you take special interest in the grass beneath you. 

“What do you mean you’ve known for a while? How?” He leans towards you.

“Because I know everything, Kozume.” You pinch his nose. Just as he’s about to protest, you kiss him again. He relaxes, hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other holds himself steady. You pull away, looking up. 

“This is our tree now.” You look back down and smile at him. 

Without missing a beat, he smiles right back. “Yeah? Okay.” He gives you a chaste kiss, before speaking again. “Our spawn point.” You roll your eyes at his laughter.

“Whatever, dork.” You push at his forehead, he’s still laughing. 

You didn’t know it then, but Kenma never forgot about it. It really was your spawn point. Where he asked you to be his girlfriend. Where you celebrated every huge milestone, for either of you. Where you spent every anniversary. 

And after 5 years, it was the same spot where he finally, finally, asked you to marry him. 

Cheesy, right?

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: kozume kenma x medstudent!f!reader

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[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 1

So, I started this on my Wattpad, and if figured I'd just put it on here! Just tell me if you want me to add you to the taglist!

Percy's POV

My name is Percy Jackson.

I am twelve years old. I'm a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York, and my sister, (Y/n), taking online schooling at home.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan—twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know—it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course, I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that...Well, you get the idea.

On this trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwiches that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumble.

Grover tries to calm me down. "I'm okay. I like peanut butter -" He dodges another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I start to get up, but Grover pulls me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation," he reminds me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Mr. Brunner leads the museum tour.

He rides up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blows my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

He gathers us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and starts telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

Mr. Brunner keeps talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickers something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turn around and say, "Will you shut up?"

It comes out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughs. Mr. Brunner stops his story. "Mr. Jackson," he says, "did you have a comment?"

My face is totally red, I think. I answer, "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner points to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I look at the carving, and feel a flush of relief, because I actually recognize it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner says, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because..."

"Well..." I rack my brain to remember. (Y/n) would have known the answer. She was nuts for this kind of stuff. "Kronos was the king god, and —"

"God?" Mr. Brunner asks.

"Titan," I correct myself. "And...he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" says one of the girls behind me.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continue, "and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbles to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner says, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover mutters.

"Shut up," Nancy hisses, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I think about his question, and shrug. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looks disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifts off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."

I knew that was coming.

I tell Grover to keep going; then I turn toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?" Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go—intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything. "You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner tells me.

"About the Titans?"

'"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he says, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!" and challenged us, swordpoint against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C– in my life. No—he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

I mumble something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner takes one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He tells me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathers on the front steps of the museum, where we can watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm is brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figure maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Nobody else seems to notice, though. Some of the guys are pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit is trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds isn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sit on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius, not like (Y/n). She seems to know everything."

Grover doesn't say anything for a while. Then, when I think he is going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he asks, "Can I have your apple?"

I don't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watch the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and think about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sit. I hadn't seen her or my sister since Christmas. I want so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. Mom and (Y/n) would hug me and be glad to see me, but Mom would be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I couldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.

I am about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appears in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists—and dumps her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grins at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles are orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

I try to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I am so mad my mind went blank. A wave roars in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy is sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

I don't know what they were talking about. All I know is that I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds is sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turns on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—"

"I know," I grumble. "A month erasing workbooks." That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds says.

"Wait!" Grover yelps. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stare at him, stunned. I can't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glares at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she says.

"But—"

"You—will—stay—here."

Grover looks at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I tell him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barks at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirks. I give her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turn to face Mrs. Dodds, but she isn't there. She is standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure. I go after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, I glance back at Grover. He is looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner is absorbed in his novel.

I look back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She is now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I think. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently, that wasn't the plan.

I follow her deeper into the museum. When I finally catch up to her, we are back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery is empty.

Mrs. Dodds stands with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She is making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she says.

I do the safe thing. I reply, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugs on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes is beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me. I say, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shakes the building.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

I didn't know what she's talking about.

All I can think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

"Well?" she demands.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hisses.

Then the weirdest thing happens. Her eyes begin to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretch, turning into talons. Her jacket melts into large, leathery wings. She isn't human. She is a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheels his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouts and tosses the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunges at me.

With a yelp, I dodge and feel talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatch the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hits my hand, it isn;t a pen anymore. It is a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always uses on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds spins towards me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees are jelly. My hands are shaking so bad I almost drop the sword.

She snarl, "Die, honey!" And she flies straight at me.

Absolute terror runs through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swing the sword.

The metal blade hits her shoulder and passes clean through her body as if she was made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sandcastle in a power fan. She explodes into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes are still watching me.

I'm alone.

There is a ballpoint pen in my hand.

Mr. Brunner isn't there. Nobody is there but me.

My hands are still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

Had I imagined the whole thing?

I walk back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover is sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit is still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she sees me, she says, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

I answer, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blink. We don't have a teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I ask Nancy what she is talking about.

She just rolls her eyes and turns away.

I ask Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

"Who?" he asks, but he pauses first and he wouldn't look at me, so I figure he was messing with me.

"Not funny, man," I tell him. "This is serious."

Thunder booms overhead.

I see Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book as if he'd never moved.

I go over to him.

He looks up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

I had Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.

"Sir," I ask, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stares blankly at me, "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowns and sits forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

Word Count: 3159 words

So yeah, this is the first chapter of this book.

Not much (Y/n) yet, but we'll get there.

Love y'all!              Kaitlynn ❤️😍

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fem!Miya!reader x Suna Rintarou || mostly platonic || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: A glimpse into your friendship with Suna during your 1st year at Inarizaki High school.

Warnings: barely proofread, general stupidity, there's a serial killer joke, reader is a lil shit

wc: 1.6k

a/n: naming chapters is hard 😭 as always feedback is greatly appreciated and if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know!

Friendship with Suna is one of those where you can't quite remember how or when it started. One week he was just that lanky guy sitting at a desk to the right of you, the next week you walked home together and you told him your brothers' embarrassing childhood stories in exchange for chemistry homework. In a way it's an echo of all your childhood friendships forged on the beach with other kids you only knew for a week but during that week you'd take over the world for them if they asked. But the one week friendship with Suna became two weeks, three weeks, and after the fourth you stopped counting.

Suna Rintarou is a funny guy. Not funny as in telling jokes or spouting quips and smirks. He's funny in a way that even now you can't really tell who he is. He's quiet. But not shy in the slightest. He moved over from Aichi and you cringe at the memory of saying: “Oh so that's why ya talk funny. I thought yer just pretentious,“ when he told you. Your ears catch on fire by just thinking about it. So embarrassing. But he must have pretty low standards for his friends because at the time he didn't really seem bothered by your slip of the tongue. The next day he offered you a chuupet and that was enough to buy your undying loyalty.

Suna's a funny guy. You don't know how he became your friend, you don't know what he sees in you that makes him put up with you. But you're glad to have an inside man on the volleyball team.

Years of living together with the same person makes one develop the ability of sniffing out trouble before they even start to happen. In this case it's four empty pudding packages in the trash bin that make you decide to nope right out of there before Tsumu tries to blame you for their mysterious disappearance. Again.

You put on music and walk aimlessly through the streets, one of those walks where it doesn't matter if you get lost because you have no clue where you're headed anyway. Everyone needs a stroll like that from time to time. Often they lead to situations that would otherwise probably never happen. Like running into a serial killer, but luck is on your side today so the only person you run into is a familiar lanky figure stretching by the side of the road. “Sunarin! Didn't expect to meet ya here!“

He looks up and his blushed sweaty face wears the same expression as ever. In the last months you've learned Suna has two expressions, the deadpan one, and the deadpan one with furrowed brows. “O, Miya. Well, I live nearby.“ Oh right, you did pass the bus station where he exits just a song ago. “Taking a stroll, are you?“

“Samu and Tsumu are having a screamin' match right now so I decided to get myself out of there before they'd drag me into it.“

“Tragic. Where are you headed?“

Your destination is 'who cares' so you join Suna on a walk. It's good he already ran his evening route because you're not in the mood to reenact a wanna be healthy person's only free time activity.

Just a short walk between the apartment buildings by the side of the road you reach a path of cobble stones that leads further between trees.  

“What? You didn't know there's a park here?“ Suna smirks and you're surprised his face muscles are even capable of stretching so far.

You shake your head, slightly embarrassed. “No, I really didn't. To be fair this neighbourhood used to be ruled by another clan so we never played around here,“ you quickly add as if children clan wars from years ago are a better excuse than simply being unfamiliar with this part of the town.

Suna doesn't comment but the corners of his mouth keep tugging up even after you walk through the park. Or maybe that's because you tripped over nothing while watching a cat cross your path.

“We have a cat back home,“ he tells you and shows you the picture of his little sister with a big fluffy orange cat on her lap.

“So cute,“ you coo, “looks just like ya.“

“Oh yeah, lots of people say she looks just like me. I think I'm more handsome though.“

“No, I meant the cat.“

This time you're the one prepared to jump away form a well aimed kick but Suna only gives you a disappointed glare. “I thought you were the nice Miya.“

You sympathetically pat his shoulder. “Sorry. My sincere condolences. Shall I send some flowers for the funeral of yer last brain cell? Samu always wanted a cat but dad wouldn't let him.“

“Really? Why not?“

“Oh he made the mistake of asking just after the mango incident.“

“The-“

“Only Miyas are allowed to know about it,“ you say, snickering at Suna's furrowed brows. You know curiosity is going to eat at him for weeks to come. Maybe you should come up with a cover story, just in case. “Do ya miss yer friends? Ones from Aichi I mean?“

Suna thinks for a moment, maybe still trying to figure out what a mango incident could possibly be. “Sometimes,“ he says after a while and a poke to his side, “but I met a lot of new people at the dorms. Inarizaki isn't that bad either. There's you and Ginjima, and your brothers sometimes, and ehm,“ he mumbles as he tries to remember whom else he could call a friend.

“If Tsumu or Samu bring this topic up just let them know ya were my friend first,“ you pout. That's the problem with having had siblings in the same class for the entire grade and middle school; all your friends were also their friends. “It can't be easy,“ you say, half trying to make him feel better, and half just changing the topic that's starting to turn his ears red, “movin' over here I mean. Ya really left all ya knew behind for volleyball. That's pretty admirable. Ya just might be as crazy as Samu and Tsumu.“

“Please don't compare me to your brothers,“ says Suna.

“That bad, eh? So what's it like? Livin' in a dorm?“

“Oh. Well. We're four in a room-“

“Yikes. And I thought havin' two other people in your room is a lot.“

Suna laughs. Oh, so he can do that. It suits him, you decide after a moment. “Now take into account that two of those keep leaving dirty socks around.“

“Oh I know what that's like,“ you nod, all too familiar with dirty socks under table, under bed and other parts of bed you'd rather not think about.

“I doubt you'd get in trouble for punching them though.“

“Oh I would.“ You look him over. “Ya don't really look like a punchin' type to me. More a very petty guy. Soy sauce in mornin' tea kind of guy.“

“You're giving me ideas.“

“Thanks, that will be one kit-kat. Or none if ya put some in Samu's water bottle.“

“All in all dorm isn't that bad,“ Suna tells you once you both stop laughing over the prospect of putting soy sauce into Osamu's drink. “Wish I could sleep a bit longer in the morning but what can you do? And I miss mom's cooking. We cook ourselves and the food is good. Usually. It's just not the same, you know? Want a chuupet?“

“Ya brought a chuupet to an evenin' run?“

You still gladly take the fruit stick. It's a rare occasion in which it isn't in danger of being snatched away by one of your co-spawns. You don't comment but the next day a neatly wrapped bento box waits on Suna's table.

Suna doesn't quite remember when you became friends. One day you were a girl from his class that looked suspiciously similar to those loud Twins on the volleyball team (the moment he realised your last name is in fact Miya too he felt incredibly stupid for not noticing sooner), the next day you're hanging with him during breaks and sending him messages along the lines of 'I'll buy you as many chuupets as ya want if ya tell me what happened at practice yesterday, I need to let Tsumu know who's the boss' that usually arrive in the middle of the night. Even if they wake him up your name popping on his screen still makes him smile.

Really it takes impossibly long for Suna to realise he doesn't enjoy being in your presence only because being friends with you is as easy as getting the ball around a block or because you're the one Miya to voluntarily share your food with him.

The moment the cogs finally fell in their place and began to spin, making the little 'there might be something more' thought appear is one he'll remember for the rest of his life, and will quite probably haunt his nightmares too.

That's the thing about emotions (truly the revelations of that day are almost too much for his volleyball focused teenage brain), they take over neurones in charge of sending information around the brain, bribing the ones running toward mouth to run faster than the ones heading towards the comprehension centre, and then you find yourself in awkward situations such as saying your name out loud in the packed locker room followed by: “She's really funny and amazing. I like her a lot.“

But the situation being awkward is the least of Suna's problems as two pairs of almost identical brown eyes stare him down.

Oh, shit.

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