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[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 2

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I'm glad nicky came up with a cool new tune because according to period movies and shows greensleeves is the only song anyone ever knew

look at that meek little smile, ughhhh. nicky is like two days old and this asshole has already figured out he's the perfect prop for her murder sprees. and these poor women are calling her sister and are willing to help too.

the spell is te accipimus in circulum, we accept you in the circle, and yes that makes me cry a little. we accept you in our community. and the spell is yellow air magic, which sounds like the most empathic kind if Lilia is any indication.

that's interesting, you can't really tell that well from screencaps but go rewatch the scene, this witch is making mushrooms grow with yellow magic instead of green?? is it just a spell (she is holding a book) or have I been getting it all wrong and color has nothing to do with the type of magic one has?

or maybe??? the color depends on the coven you're in?? the salemites all had blue magic for example. and now that I think about it the stone circle is a protection spell but it's not red/orange.

the meaning of this scene is so glaring dear lord. agatha was never going to give these women a chance to prove that yes, there are people out there who could love and help and accept her. she has shut herself up to that possibility a long time ago.

and she stole the soup too. awful.

I've seen all the different theories about nicky needing to feed on witches too, or nicky needing soul sacrifices to survive because he's the son of death etc. we don't have enough evidence to prove anything yet, but personally I headcanon nicky as a totally normal kid, that makes this story even more tragic.

and aww that baby suckling on the little pudgy fist

nicky doesn't look that happy about what he's been asked to do, does he?

we establish that nicky was sickly (maybe he was born with some internal defect that rio temporarily patched up?) we also see him steal the bell agatha will use for her Road scam in the future.

and we meet yet another witch being kind and wanting to help.

agatha: I love this six year old so much I'm gonna make him accessory to murder

dO yOU ShaME YouR MOtHER

and the big fake gasp too. as usual this bitch has conned a whole community

like, she's convinced herself that other witches are bad and are after her WHILE relying on witches's good hearts to con and kill them. what sort of mental gymnastics???

color goes from yellow to purple. nicky waits outside while his mom commits murder, it's not a good look on agatha. completely fucked up, actually.

(I'm terrified that the goat will end up being an agent of mephisto or something idiotic like that, lemme tell you. I hope they're just keeping it for milk and company.)

and here's the million dollar question. nicky has seen his mom kill literally since he was born, and now he's old enough to start realizing what that means.

oooh I know that look, that's agatha when she's put on the spot. she avoids his gaze, she can't be sincere with him.

and of course she's teaching herself spells from a book. nerrrrrrd

nicky, bless his soul, appears to give it a good thought and then offers a practical suggestion. I guess he wouldn't mind to have a roof on his head and some friends too.

GREAT acting from kathryn here. the quick OH SHIT face followed by the super final NO, with her jaw so rigid. in typical agatha fashion, when she's upset she becomes avoidant.

this is evanora's legacy. despite agatha's immense love for nicky, she is passing all that pain down and inflicting it on him.

remember when she called billy a survivor? this is the greatest asset in her opinion, the one she wants to teach her son. the truth is, she is angry at witches because she is scared of them, she's scared of being targeted again. but look at that kid's dark circles, I can't believe she's making him sleep in the woods, sick as he is!

really really fantastic subtlety. agatha wants to sound wise and strong, but she looks scared, uncertain, guilty.

see how nicky looks at agatha while he sings? he's checking to see if she's noticing, because his mom likes music and likes his voice. he's afraid he has upset her and wants to make her smile. he tried to reason with her, and now he tries to soothe her. this is what happens when you have an immature parent, a child will want to help, they will try to fix things. they'll end up parenting their parent, and it should always be the other way round.

agatha takes the bait. she's relieved that the conversation has moved to a safer subject. but oh, this script is so good. this is a mostly innocent, mostly sweet remark, but with a possessive undertone. don't forget that you are mine, she says.

and still, the love is real. even in a fucked up situation like this, these moment of happiness are precious and genuine and will linger on. look at how adoringly nicky looks at his mom, she's literally the sun and center of his small world, and that's how agatha likes it: she created nicky because she needed someone who could be hers without any baggage or consequences. but it turns out that raising a child is not a cheat code for love, it's one of the most difficult, most significant and impactful decisions a human can make.

go to episode 9 part 3

[uyuforu]

Dua Lipa got engaged... let's check this.

First of all congratulations to her for her engagement! In my post about celebrities predictions for the year for their solar returns, I said something would happen in her love life: "Dua Lipa is also going to have more recognition this year, she can also have more success for a project, but she has a good reputation. She can also be more public about a relationship, officially going out together. There is a positive change coming. She is more focus on work this year."

Now, checking her Solar Return, it makes so much senses she got engaged:

We can see here she has Venus ruling her 7H and so Pluto rules her 1H. She was gonna live an event this year that would change her identity. Pluto rules 1H and it is in the 3H. Change of identity because of a proposal. It makes a lot of sense. Coming back to the 7H, it is indeed ruled by Venus, and the ruler is in 10H. Something official would happen in her love life this year. Something you show off, something considered important. Uranus is in the 7H, so a change will be unexpected. Indeed, she got proposed to, usually something you do not expect. This level up the relationship. Moreover, Uranus being in the 7H and the 7H ruler (Venus) trine each other. it indicates a very positive change in her love life, she is happy, perhaps surprised but not shocked. People are indeed also happy for her. Venus also conjunct Union, so perhaps this can indicate also a proposal.

Once again, proof Uranus 7H isn't necessarily a bad thing. Here Uranus did a good thing in her Solar Return!

[svtiddiess]

Moonlight

Synopsis: Under the moonlight, you feel at peace, knowing that no matter where you go, Jeonghan will always find you.

Pairing: Jeonghan x gn!reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, fluff, established relationship

Rating: sfw

Word count: 820

Warnings: none!

Note: And with that, the 2024 season comes to an end! Thank you all so much for your love and support this year! I look forward to continuing to write fics in the coming year. See you in 2025!

Thank you always to my second favourite menace @tusswrites for beta reading and helping me with the synopsis!

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Red.

That's all that you're seeing at the moment. Red. Hot. Anger. It washes over you, blinds you. You're screaming, you think, but you can't really tell. It feels like your head is underwater—everything's muffled.

In front of you is your boyfriend, Jeonghan, who also seems to be very upset. At what? You don't know. The both of you don't, but here you are, screaming your head off at him whilst he retaliates with soft but stern words.

"I'm leaving," you announce, your chest heaving. Where? You're not sure; you just need to get away from him and everything. That's exactly what you do: you turn around and leave—your legs aimlessly bringing you to your unknown destination.

You're not great at handling problems. Whenever one arises, you tend to avoid it rather than confront it, retreating to your corner and hoping it will resolve itself. But life rarely works out that way, doesn't it? You’ve learned the hard way that running from your problems doesn’t make them disappear—it only makes them worse. They linger, growing in the background until they eventually explode in your face. You’ve tried to break this habit, and with Jeonghan’s help, you are starting to make progress. But as they say, old habits die hard.

And that’s how you ended up here, riding the train back to your hometown, Busan. You’re not even sure how or when you got on—it’s all been a blur, and it still is. You feel…hollow. Your mind is empty; blank. No emotions, no thoughts, just nothing. The scenery outside the window blurs together into a shapeless mesh of colours. The world feels dull and lifeless; everything that once seemed vibrant now looks dead and bland.

"This stop is Busan. This stop is Busan," the announcement jolts you out of your daze. With a sigh, you stand up and step off the train.

You take a deep breath, letting your body relax as the familiar air of your hometown fills your lungs. With no destination in mind, you start walking aimlessly through the bustling city, taking in both familiar and unfamiliar sights. It always amazes you how something about the city changes every time you return. A shop you used to visit might be gone, replaced by something new. The park might be renovated, with fresh equipment giving children even more to play with. Yet, there are constants that remain unchanged—the towering buildings reaching for the sky, the salty sea breeze, and the rhythmic crash of ocean waves. These are the things that take you back to your younger self.

You curl your toes, feeling the sand clump together beneath your bare feet. Somehow, your legs have carried you back to a familiar place—the beach you loved as a child. The cool waves crash against your feet as the salty sea breeze caresses your face. Your gaze drifts to the endless horizon, where the sun kisses the ocean, painting the sky in a breathtaking blend of orange and yellow. It looks like a masterpiece on a canvas.

You’ve always preferred sunsets over sunrises. There’s something captivating about the vivid shades of orange, yellow, and even pink that fill the sky—it never fails to mesmerise you. Sunsets mark the end of the day, a moment of closure after the struggle and effort of the hours before. While not everyone gets to see the sunrise, the sunset is a gift shared by all. And with the sunset comes the promise of the moon. The night sky, illuminated by the moon and scattered with stars, is something you could stare at for hours.

With a sigh, you take a few steps back and sit down, pulling your knees to your chest as you wrap your arms around them. You’re not sure how much time has passed when you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. A figure settles down beside you, mirroring your posture. You don’t need to look—you already know who it is. It’s the person you lashed out at before coming here, Jeonghan.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath, letting the salty ocean air fill your lungs. The two of you sit in silence, staring out at the sea, the rhythmic sound of the waves filling the space between you.

"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" He whispers, breaking the silence.

"Hm."

"No matter how far you go, even to the ends of the earth, I will always find you."

"Hm."

Silence.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"I'm sorry too," he whispers.

A small smile creeps onto both of your faces. There’s no need for words—you already know what the other wants to say. That’s why you’ve always found solace in Jeonghan. He’s your sunset at the end of a long day. Your constant.

The moon looks a little brighter today with Jeonghan by your side.

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[juwaiin]

⚜️ the hughes saga ⚜️

explanation below!

in the first drawing quinn is portrayed as a saint, which are regarded as the closest thing a normal human can be to holy. i think the canucks fanbase and the nhl in general definitely see quinn in a similar lens. saints are also usually figures of guidance (captain!), wonder workers (self explanatory), and martyrs/bearers of heavy burdens (he's carrying fr 😭). the tear of blood is a nod to the statues of mary that cry blood, which are taken as an indication that repentance is needed. i figured that would be appropriate given the state of our team right now (😞).

jack is portrayed with the devil behind him like he's a pawn being steered by the devil, but a lot of people misconstrued the visual and thought the horns were HIS, thus him being the devil. i am actually obsessed with this and how the narrative is just writing itself here. there's a lot to be said about public perception when it comes to jack, and i feel like somehow this captured that.

luke!! luke's idea was not the original plan funnily enough. i just want to reiterate that he is NOT meant to be jesus but i really like the lamb of god imagery. The lamb being born with a specific purpose as an agent of god felt like the best representation for someone who is the youngest in a long legacy of hockey. born into expectation, destined for something big from the get-go. also attributes like purity and obedience. yeh. (also i am a third sibling projecting)

i am potentially out of my element here but i really enjoyed making these and reading and planning all the details!! rlly fond of this style so expect many others to come.

also! there's an homage to jack and quinn in luke's drawing! see if u can find it :3

[newtonsheffield]

What does one wear to a first date with the person you spent one night with 5 years ago, haven’t stopped thinking about since and is also the parent to your child?

Anthony’s not too sure about that. Whatever it is he hopes he can find it at Harrods with the help of a personal shopper. The personal shopper answers to Daphne and came with him because he needed to buy a car seat and she also needs a car seat and they just popped into Harrods on the way home and if she has any opinions on what would help him woo the love of his life then he’s open to hearing them.

“What did Simon wear on your first date?”

Daphne grimaced a little. “I don’t think you want to follow his example here.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes, “What was it?”

“For the most part of the evening: a pair of boxer briefs.”

Anthony stared at his sister. “I’m going to bop him on the nose.”

Daphne rolled her eyes, “The fact that you just said bop him on the nose is a good indication that you probably couldn’t.” She steered him towards the menswear. “And just as well. Kate doesn’t seem like the kind of person who’d be interested in a brawler.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, she looked at you in what I assume was a three piece suit and oxfords and went Yeah that seems like my cup of tea! So I’m making leaps.”

Anthony scoffed, a little put out. “I was wearing loafers that night so… bet you feel foolish.”

“Oh I apologize, Anthony! You swept her away with your Devil May care attitude.”

“I was very- for God’s sake! Eloise would have been more helpful than you’re being right now.”

“Eloise wants Kate’s sister’s autograph on her record. She’d have told you to wear that hideous mustard shirt over there if it meant getting that.” Daphne gasped. “Oh now here’s something!”

Anthony blinked at her. “This is a crocheted polo shirt. Do you even want me to be happy?!”

[yourivyygrow]

DENY, DENY, DENY | counting summers, part 1

previous | next (coming soon)

you wake up drowning and, when you reach shore, a sick feeling tugs at your stomach. it feels like the beach you fell asleep on, and yet...

serie: counting summers, book one: the pull of the tide, szn one: where the current takes us

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

wordcount: 4.5k

warnings: drowning, vomitting

a/n: i won't be able to write for a week cause i'm going to see my long distance boyfriend so i rushed to finish that so you'll have something! :) happy holidays and merry christmas for those who celebrates!

IT WAS A PEACEFUL feeling. Rocking back and forth, the weight of your body inexistant. For once, you felt the calm nothingness of what was around you, not the terrible nothingness of what was inside. You wanted nothing but to stay like this. An infant in a rocking chair.

Until an iron force applied itself to your lungs.

Your eyes were forced open. First, a blurry mess of blue unraveling in front of you, endless. The ice cold temperature hit your body second, almost freezing your legs in place that you tried to bat as much as you could to stay afloat.

Afloat.

You were in water.

You were drowning.

Panic constricted your throat, which made it significantly harder to keep the little amount of air you had in your lungs. You frenetically looked around for any sign of land only to be met with emptiness. No fishes. No sealife. Even the surface seemed miles away from you: no rays of sunlight passed through the water, nothing to indicate where you were. Your body didn't react to your commands, darkness crept in your vision, bubbles escaped from your lips in a desperate plea, the glacial feeling froze from the tip of your fingers to your toes.

You were going to die. You didn't even know how you ended up here and you were going to die.

You thought of the compass, tied to your shorts, and wished you could reach for it. Even though it lead you to a certain death, the type that was out of your control, it would bring you a twisted kind of comfort.

A small gasp left your mouth. The last bit of your air lost to the ocean. You closed your eyes again, defeated. Your body rocked back and forth. Back and forth, again and again.

A sudden rush came from underneath, like a gust of wind, caressing your legs in a strong, tender way. You remembered, in a flurry of memories, that was how death felt. Like being carried someplace else when you're deeply asleep.

What it didn't feel like, though, was a rush of water getting harsher ─ papercutting your thighs. You thought it would hurt more if your body wasn't already freezing your life away. The rush from underneath became more and more intense in such way that it didn't feel like a rush at all. More like a pull. With the last of the strenght left in you, you looked up.

You didn't have time to register what was happening before you broke through the surface.

The waves washed you to shore like a dirty piece of driftwood.

You digged in the wet sand, trying as hard as you could to get away from the water. It was as if your muscles had given up on you ─ you didn't have enough will to stand up, and definitely not enough air to survive the action. So crawling was it.

Your eyes stung, probably damaged from being exposed to salt water for too long. You tried to open them but the sizzling pain spreading through the front of your cranium made you hiss through your teeth and stopped you from attempting a second time. As soon as you felt you were far away enough from the sea, you flopped on your back ─ not without difficulty.

Even though vision was lacking, you could still feel everything else. Your clothes, absolutely drenched, stuck to you like melted plastic and weighted like a thousand rocks. The water you left was ice cold to say the least, but you warmed up due to the... sun? The light behind your eyelids and the soft rays glossing over you told you it was high in the sky. Morning? Already? Have you really been asleep that long, and how exactly did the sun not wake you up?

Or the drowning experience. Usually, people tend to notice when they're about to die.

The sound of seagulls echoed in your ears. You could hear distant chatter ─ it was faint, too far away for people to notice you. You tried to open your mouth, call for them, but as you believed a whisper would get out, water and bile rose up instead.

You jerked to your side, body shook back to life, and the acidic mixture hit the sand. It irritated your raw throat which made you cough hysterically. A high pitched sound went through your head as your mind tried to accomodate to this sudden change of position. You as a whole, actually.

Hesistantly, you tried to open your eyes again. The pain was much less obnoxious this time around and still, the only things you could perceive were hazy, colorful figures: the huge blue thing was the sea, you guessed, the borderline white thing you lied on was the sand ─ you dug your finger in the soft, grainy material to make sure, and the green line spreading in front of you must be the trees. Looked like the beach you fell asleep on from the little you could see.

You sighed, relief washing over your aching body. The tide didn't pull you too far.

"Holy shit─ are you okay?!" A voice called out.

It was feminine, and the dark figure running toward you as well. The girl kneeled beside you. You couldn't make out her feature for the life of you, no matter how hard you squinted, only a mass of blonde-ish hair and obvious panic.

"Are you alright?! Can you hear me?" she asked, putting her hand on your shoulder.

Her touch was straight fire against your skin. You hissed at the contact and she took off her hand off. "Sorry, I─"

"No," you interrupted her. Your voice was hoarse and each word burnt your mouth, but you didn't want her to think you were on the verge of dying either. Even though it felt like it. "It's fine, I'm just─" You tried to push on your arms to get up, failing miserably.

"Don't do that! Stay like that, uh... lie down, I guess?" she 'ordered' you. "God, what happened to you?"

The longer she talked, the longer her tone and manner of speaking sounded familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint how. It was very unlikely that you knew her anyway: she was probably just a local coming to fish and found you instead of some carps. Though the look of it should be about the same right now.

"I, uh..." A cough stopped you, which forced you to sit up. The girl brought her hands to your back and shoulders in order to stabilize you. "I think I drowned, I don't really know..."

"How do you not know if you drowned?"

The confusion in her voice was downright condescending. Anger rushed in your guts. It made you want to punch her ─ 'How do you not know if you drowned?' Well, I don't know, maybe if I could breathe, hear, see and talk better I could tell you, you fucking─

Another coughing fit interrupted your train of thought. A salty feeling rose up your trachea, and you immediately bent to your side. Anticipating what was going to happen, the girl took a hold of your hair and kept it tight in a ponytail as you emptied your stomach next to her. The overwhelming stench of your insides knocked the vision back in your eyes in a flash of white, or maybe in was the sudden quivering of your body. You didn't know but with a single, hard blink, your sight adjusted similarly to a camera. Your head was hurting even more now that you could see, the bright sun reflecting on the sand blinding and messing with your perception.

The girl spoke up as she was pulling strands of hair behind your ears. "Holy crap. Whatever happened, it really got you good."

You slowly turned your head toward her, trying hard not to cause another flash of pain. Her voice was now clearer and still so familiar that it made you feel queasy. You thought seeing her face would maybe calm down your anxiety.

It didn't. Fuck no, it didn't.

A mess of blonde hair falling on her shoulder, sunkissed to perfection, heart-shaped lips and brown eyes squinting in worry as she looked at you, slowly decomposing in front of her, smelling like monoi and Givenchy.

"Madelyn Cline?" you called, mortified.

Holy shit.

You would have rather drowned than be in this situation. You were drenched to the bones, threw up questionnable substances and probably looked like a personified hungover. That is when the world decided to throw one of the main actor from your favorite TV show your way. Your day just couldn't seem to get better.

She looked at you, slightly taken aback. She was probably embarassed. Ugh, you wanted to die. "Uh─"

"I am so, so, so sorry, you don't even know, oh my god─" You quickly ran a hand through your sand-filled, tangled mess of wet hair, trying to look more presentable. You even sat in a way that hid your vomit. You were desperate. "What are you─ I mean, what? I apologize, I─"

You couldn't form a complete sentence. What was even happening. Your mind was reeling with multiple questions and apologies at the same time and your mouth couldn't quite catch up.

What was she even doing here? Was she on vacations? You spared a quick glance at her: she was wearing the classic orange tank top and jean shorts Sarah Cameron sport on in Outer Banks. Madelyn Cline didn't really dress like that on the daily. Were they filming? Oh my god, did you just stumble onto a set? Since when did they film in South Carolina, in the actual Outer Banks? Were they already filming season 5?

As you got ready to finally let out a coherent sentence, Madelyn put her hand in front of you, shushing you completely. "Sorry, I'm... I'm not─ My name is Sarah. Sarah Cameron. I don't know who's Madelyn."

You frowned and words suddenly became lost to you. She sounded genuinely confused and looked at you like you lost your mind. You searched for every possibilities, the silence between the two of you lasting too long to be comfortable, before finally reaching one.

"Oh, that's the... the method acting thing, right?" You assumed. "Shit, yeah, you must be preparing for the next season. Didn't know you did that. I'm really sorry, I didn't want to disturb in any way, I just don't really know how I got here and─"

"What are you talking about?" She interrupted you, her tone pleading. "What even is... methodic acting? I─ Listen, you're clearly not well. I'll call 911, maybe being in the water for so long... we never know."

Your brain didn't register her first sentences, even though the pull in your belly screamed you to. The only word that resonnated with you was a number: 911. She reached for her back pocket and panic washed over you. "No!" You screeched. Madelyn pulled back her hand, wide eyed and startled. "No, not the hospital, please."

Ever since the day you tried to overdose and even though the memories of your days spent there were hazy, hospitals have held a feeling of terror for you. You couldn't put a toe in one without spiraling.

She stared at you with a mix of pity and fear. "Okay, okay. No hospital. But at least let me do something, I don't know, maybe I have something at my house─"

"They let you live on set? Like, where you film?" You asked, dumbfounded. You didn't know it was possible. You didn't even know if your question made sense, to be honest.

Annoyance replaced the worry in her traits. "Listen, I don't know who this Madelyn girl is, but I told you I'm not her. I'm not an... actress or whatever either, I don't know why you keep talking about sets."

Jesus, she really took this method acting thing seriously. You didn't expect Netflix actors out of all people to adopt this type of practice, it was usually reserved for more... serious movies, you thought? But Jared Leto did it for Suicide Squad, so why not. You just really didn't feel like playing along after what you went through, and especially due to the surreal situation.

Faced with your stunned silence as you searched for what to answer, she sighed before turning around to point to something behind her. "See the big white mansion, after the trees? That's me. I live there."

Your followed the direction of her finger. What struck you first were the palm trees ─ you were a hundred percent sure they weren't there yesterday. Actually, the longer you looked, the more you noticed that it barely looked like the beach you ran to. Small details, like the structure of it and the little sand pathways.

Then you eyes actually set on mansion.

The green-tiled roof stood out from the clear sky and the house looked like it was carved in white marble, reflecting the rays of the sun. The realization hit you like a brick to the temple ─ Tannyhill. It was the Tannyhill Plantation from Outer Banks.

You turned to her again. "See? I don't think this Madelyn has the same house. I'm not... whoever she is."

Your brain couldn't catch up with what you were seeing. You closed your eyes, opened them again, but Not-Madelyn didn't vanish and the plantation didn't either.

A ringing sound pierced your eardrums ─ it silenced everything around you. The filming location of Tannyhill was supposed to be in Charleston. You didn't run to Charleston in the span of an hour last night. The waves couldn't have brought you to Charleston alive.

What the fuck was happening?

"Hey? Are you alright?" Asked the girl in front of you

She looked like Madelyn Cline, she really did. But something about her was off if you leaned into the feeling ─ her voice was too soft, her demeanor too swift.

Your heart threatened to burst out your ribcage. "I─ Are we? What? I─" No coherent sentences could come out of your mouth. No coherent thoughts could make sense of what predicament you were in.

This couldn't be real.

This stuff happened in movies, books, averagely-written fanfictions. Not in real life.

But how could they have built a replica of Tannyhill overnight? How could they have planted palm trees grew them in few hours top? How could an actress assist to a possible death and stay in character?

Your breath quickened. Tears prickled at the borders of your eyes. Your vision focused and unfocused, unsteady. Before you knew it, you were panting, gripping the front of your shirt like a madwoman. "Oh shit!" exclaimed... Sarah (?) "What─ Shit, shit... what do you need? Tell me."

No combination of letters made any sense to you. Nothing did. Because this was simply not real.

"Sarah? The fuck you doing here? Dad and Rose were searchin' for you, apparently─ What's going on?!"

You lift up your head to meet the eyes of whoever just arrived. "I need help Rafe, I─ I don't know how she ended up here and I think she's having a panic attack and─"

Drew Starkey was standing in front of you, eyes wide open and frozen in incomprehension.

No. It wasn't Drew Starkey. She hadn't called him that.

Before your brain could reach a logical conclusion, black crept in the corners of your eyes. Your heartbeat slowed down dangerously. Your eyelids felt heavy once again.

And your head hit the sand with a sickening crack.

By the time you woke up, the sun had started to set.

Your head hurt, your muscles were sore but not nearly as painful as they were before. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you did was to tentatively move your arms, legs, twisting them to get rid of any lingering ache.

The second thing you did was observe.

You lied on a fluffy, pearly white bed, surrounded by blue-ish walls. The decoration was pretty minimal, just a few frames, trinkets and pictures here and there. It wasn't like your AirBNB at all.

Your brain catched up before your body was ready to receive the information: you weren't in your AirBNB. This was Sarah Cameron's room, from the TV show.

The blood in your veins ran cold as you looked around. There was no cameras, no crew members, no cables and no people screaming at you to get out because they would be filming a scene. There wasn't even the space to do so, the room was closed: doors, foundations and all. Usually, a set had to be open in order for all the material to fit, right? Why would they film in such a small space?

The sneaky suspicion pulling at your stomach made its way to your throat ─ it couldn't be true. Things like that didn't happen.

You got up hesitantly and stumbled a little, finding your footing with reluctant limbs was harder that you thought. Grasping on anything you could hold on to stabilize yourself, you made your way to the window closest to you, restlessness growing inside your mind.

The outside was a near picture-perfect representation of the outside of the Cameron's house. The green grass, the plam trees, the postcard-like beach, the staff going on with their day. It just looked more... lived in: unevenly spaced flowers, a lawn mower forgotten on the right side of the garden. You quickly realized the room you also felt less plastic than it did on the show. A dried up mascara was half opened on the nightstand, clothes of various pastels littered the floor, the desk in the alcove opposite to you surrounded in tiny polaroids. Sarah kissing Topper, Wheezie, Sarah and her dad...

Chills went up your spine. There was no denying it. Not when your surroundings was screaming the contrary.

You didn't know how, or why, but you ended up in the Outer Banks ─ not the ones in your reality.

The door slammed open, startling you half to deatha and almost stopping your heart in the process. Sarah Cameron, the real one, not Madelyn Cline, stood before you, a water bottle and glass in hand. You two stared at each other without moving, similar to prey animals. Your breath caught in your throat: the actual understanding of the situation made this encounter more terrifying than a run-in with Madelyn Cline would have been.

Before you could say a word, Sarah rushed toward you. "You should not be up, are you crazy?! You could have, like, a concussion or... or internal bleeding! Just go sit down on the bed!" Like a worried mother, she took you by the arm and sat you back down on the mattress.

The only noises coming out of your mouth were pitiful attempts at a sentence, which Sarah hushed down as she poured you a glass of water. Now that your vision wasn't impaired and she was sitting closer to you, you could clearly see how Sarah she was, and not Madelyn. Her eyes were lighter, more orange, less of a dark brown and more of an amber. Bikini tan marks stood out from her sunkissed skin, her hair was blonder and fell in beach waves right below her shoulders. Moles asymetrically adorned her face and she seemed to have a slight, barely noticeable gap between her front teeth. She was imperfectly perfect and, very discreetly, it differenciated her entirely from the actress ─ even though the resemblance still struck you.

She gave you the glass, which you drank with a shy smile. As soon as you finished it, she pulled out a small Oreo pack from her back pocket and handed it to you. You took it just as silently and nibbled on the cookies. She watched you without a word. Okay, now that was awkward.

You decided to break the silence. "So... where are we?" You asked, voice still hoarse. You knew, obviously, but first rule of these types of things was to act clueless ─ no one should know you don't belong here.

The fact you could actually apply those rules was crazy.

"Tannyhill," Sarah answered, "the house I showed you earlier. I mean, if you remember."

"Yeah, my memory's still a bit hazy," you said. Which was true, everything seemed to blur together since you opened your eyes.

Silence again. You finished eating the five oreos, the small relief appeasing your hunger. You hadn't realized you were as starved as you were, but judging by the light outside you probably haven't eaten anything in a day or so.

This time, Sarah spoke up first. "About that... how did you end up here? I mean, you gotta admit, that's some weird... circumstances."

Oh god, if only she knew.

The question was to be expected. You would have asked the same if a weird girl called you the wrong name, threw up beside you and passed out after seeing your house. You would have called the police. She was kinder than you were.

Yet you didn't have an answer. You couldn't tell her you thought you reality shifted in a TV show, could you? Knowing she was a character in said TV show, too. But it's not like you had the time to think about any plausible backstory either. Your mind was reeling, searching for anything to say. "I─ I don't remember."

Oh my god, that was the shittiest answer you could have given.

Sarah's eyebrows raised to high heavens. "You don't remember how you ended up... drowning?"

"I don't. I know it sounds crazy, but I really don't. I don't remember anything." You were telling a half-truth, at least.

Sarah spoke slowly. "So you got, like, amnesia or something?"

Your eyes almost lit up at her sentence. Amnesia. That was it, that could be your cover! Nobody would question you or your behavior if you couldn't remember anything about your past. The circumstances were perfect as well ─ drowning had to cause memory loss in some way, right? Because of head trauma, maybe? "Uh, yeah, I think. I don't really know, I'm sorry. I just know that I woke up on that beach and not much else."

Where was your Emmy nomination?

Her eyes widened. "God, that's hardcore." Slowly, as if testing the water, she put her hand on your shoulder. Her warm palm against your cold skin only made the situation more real, which caused your stomach to lurch once again. "My brother ─ the guy you saw on the beach, that was him, ─ and I, we checked for anything wrong. I mean, we're not doctors, but you didn't seem to have anything broken or to be sick. But amnesia, that's... way more serious. I think we really need to call the hospital."

You jumped at her words and the two neurons that stopped to connect since you woke up finally linked. "No hospital!" You asserted. It didn't matter that you were deathly afraid of them. What mattered right now was that if everything was not a feverish hallucination and you were truly in Outer Banks, you weren't part of this reality. You had no set identity here ─ what would the doctors say when they'd search for your birth certificate in the date base and see that you didn't exist?

Sarah stared at you, eyebrows frowned and eyes scanning your face. You wondered what she saw when she analyzed you like that. Her features softened the longer she looked and to your surprise, she smiled.

You don't know what conclusion her mind came to, but you were grateful when she spoke again. "Alright, no hospital then." Relief washed over you. Her hand dropped from your arm.

"Listen," the blonde started again. "Clearly something happened to you and honestly, I don't think I want to know what ─ that's your business. Just know you're safe here."

You blanked for a few seconds. There was an underlying message here, but whatever she assumed about your situation was was lost on you. She seemed to have understood something that was above you. What, though, that you didn't know.

A warmth still blossomed in the inside of your chest at her words. "Thanks," you simply answered, not knowing what else to say.

"But!" Sarah stood up abruptly. She started to walk to her bedroom door, feet stomping in deyermination. "You still need to get checked up. I'll get my dad to call private doctors to take a look at you, they usually don't ask questions if you pay high enough."

You froze up again, a deer in headlights.

Her dad. Ward Cameron. The psychotic ass who tried to kill John B Routledge, kidnapped and almost murdered his own daughter ─ the still clueless one who was standing right in front of you. "Your dad?" You asked, dumbfounded.

You forgot about him.

"Yeah, my dad. Ward Cameron. I'm surprised you never heard of him but honestly you don't look very... local," she made a hand gesture at you. "Respectfully. So I don't blame you, especially with the whole memory loss thing. If you want to stay here, at least until you figure shit out, we need to figure out what to tell him. Don't worry, he's understanding about a lot of stuff."

The number of informations she gave out were enough to encourage another headache. "You want me to stay here?"

"Where else would you go?"

Touché. You knew some places of the island due to your obsessive binging of the show, but would people welcome a total stranger into their home like Sarah did? Probably not. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I don't─ I have no─ I mean, you know."

"Amnesia, yeah. I think we established that."

You both chuckled, but the awkwardness in the room was still hard to ignore. After a pose, she continued, "I'm going to go find my dad then, and don't even think of moving an inch off this bed!" Sarah pointed an accusatory finger at you.

You wanted to laugh with her, to raise your arms in fake surrender, but the second mention of Ward chased the temporary calm set inside of you. You were going to share a house with season one's infamous villain. There was no knowing of how that was going to go.

But it's not like you had any choice.

Before stepping out, Sarah turned to you one last time. "Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you remember your name at least? So I have something to call you."

You thought about it. You would be lying about most things if you were going to keep the amnesia pretense up, might as well stay true to the only thing that made sense in light of the current events. You took a deep breath. "My name is Y/N."

Sarah smiled at you, a little more brightly than before. "Well, welcome to the Outer Banks Y/N."

On these words, she left the room, leaving you alone with your mind to process everything.

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Who am I to you?

Part 3

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab reader x twin brother and Kingsguard Yuuji Itadori

Yuuji is eager to be a father. And when it seems to him that he might not be well equipped to fulfill his goal, he seeks help from the only person he knows will do it without a second thought. But someone should have warned him that this (re)union might breed more than a child, something he'd regret for a long time.

Here's Part 1 and Part 2.

Minors, DNI. WC: 4.9k

CW: smoking, infertility, anger, frustration, feeling humiliated, poisoning, paralysis, heavy drinking, mutual bickering, lots of angst, true form Sukuna, PIV sex, oral [fem receiving(from tummy tongue)], breast play, praises, breeding, talk about pregnancy and motherhood

"He wants to see you.”

You have your head in your hands. As if the past two weeks have not been stressful enough, Yuuji has come to you with a request you can't make heads or tails of. You're not even sure you heard him right. Please have a child with Aniki, that's what you believe he said. But that's insane. Does he have no idea what he's asking for?

"What for? Has he agreed to your proposal?" You're shaking. When you said you wanted to see Ryomen, this is not how you thought it would go.

"He wants to know what you want.”

You scoff. "Do you want to know what I want?”

"You want to be a mother, right? Love, we talked about this before we even started trying. If you had disagreed, I'd have never tried to change your mind. And... and..." Yuuji sits down at the edge of the bed. "By the looks of it, I can't give you a child. So the next best... closest option I can give you is my twin brother. It will be just like having a baby with me, you know.”

"Yuuji, the problem could be with me," You try to reason with your husband.

"Do you really believe that? We studied this for so long, went to doctors and asked for their opinion. We know your cycle is healthy. The bleeding always happens on time. Whereas…”

"There is absolutely no indication that there is something wrong with you either. You do so much physical labor, you stay active, and you have no addictions. Hell, you haven't even touched a bottle of sake since we started trying. If anything, the fact that Ryo has been smoking and drinking since he was fifteen should deter you from making the request that you are."

Yuuji sighs. It's time for him to sit with his head in his hands. Just when you start to think you've gotten through to him, he asks, "please can we try this once?”

So you walk across the courtyard, following your husband's shadow, wavering in the light of the lantern he is holding. It's late, late in the night. The palace is silent, so silent you can hear the snores from the servants' rooms, the clacking of shoes as the guards keep watch, the low hum of a chant from Uraume's room and, of course, your own thumping heartbeat. You were so glad to be finally reuniting with Ryo but so torn to be committing the sin you have been scared of ever since you married Yuuji. What was Ryomen thinking? He should have turned Yuuji down in the first place.

"Aniki," Yuuji calls out from the doorstep. "We're here.”

The room reeks of opium, the smell of yearning and being left behind. The four-armed beast that terrorizes the land is sitting at the window, blowing ringlets of smoke into the air outside. His kimono loosely hangs from his shoulders, baring his chest. You don't know how to look at him without giving away all your truth. So you don't look at him; you look around him.

"Come in," he demands.

Yuuji leads you in by the hand, sitting you down on a couch on the floor. The room has changed so much since you saw it the last time you were allowed to come inside to deliver the King's supper. There is a full-size four post bed taking up a lion's share of the room, it's canopy red and black, a tapestry of danger. You sit in silence, observing the two most important men in your life have a conversation about who gets to breed you. This is the most humiliated you've felt in all your life but you want to see how far they're willing to push your boundaries before they realize they're both losing you.

"My love?" Yuuji beckons you back out of your spiraling thoughts. "Aniki wanted to know if you're okay with all this.”

"Tell him I don't care.”

"That settles it, Yuuji. I don't wish to proceed if she's not willing. It'd be—”

"What I mean is..." You grit your teeth. "I don't care as long as it is something Yuuji wants.”

Your husband rushes to you, kneels and looks up at you with teary eyes. "Thank you, my love. Thank you so much. You make my world a better place to live in. I've never and I can never love anyone as much as I love you. Well, maybe the baby. But both of you will be sharing the same spot on my heart." He kisses your hand and you caress the side of his face when he looks at you like you've just picked the moon from the sky to give it to him. He's so precious, you want to do just that.

You feel a somber gaze on you but Ryo is facing elsewhere when you look up. Only the two eyes on his mask are on you and they give away nothing. Not even a speck of emotion. He's back to being the old him, the Ryo you could never figure out.

Yuuji wipes at his runny nose before standing up. "You two have a lot to catch up on. Why don't I leave you to it? We don't want it to be uncomfortable when you know... you two... yeah, I'm going to... okay! See you later, my love.”

You sit in silence, staring at the door that Yuuji shuts behind him. The night is chilly and the open window beside Ryo is not helping in the slightest. What do you have to talk to him about? What can you even say? I've been imagining your face at the heights of my pleasure for the last five years? Too forward. I'm still gonna call you the name I have our entire lives and not refer to you as the Lord or the King? A little offensive.

He clears his throat and sits up. His kimono falls further apart, drawing your eyes to his abdomen. You only wanted to steal a glance but the sight of his gaping belly shakes you to your very core. He starts to say, "I was thinking—”

But you stop him, "Are you hurt?" Your eyes are fixated on his abdomen and you can swear you see something moving.

"Where?" He follows your gaze. "This? It's only a second mouth.”

You look up at his face in horror, finally meeting his eyes. "A second mouth? What happened— you know what, never mind. Just let me know when—”

"No, go ahead." His voice is suddenly so much softer. "Ask me anything.”

You scoff. "You're much agreeable when you know you're about to fuck me, aren't you?”

His eyes grow darker at your challenge. His jaw tightens. "I shall not tolerate being talked to like that anymore. We're no longer just friends. I am your King and you will remember that.”

"Right. Understood... Sukuna-sama." The sound of your heart breaking is so loud, you barely hear his next words anymore.

"Do you agree? Woman?”

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat yourself... my Lord?" Your eyes are downcast now. The water on your lids make them heavy.

Ryomen sighs. "I suggested we lie to Yuuji. And hopefully he'll give this up in a few months when you don't become with child. Do you agree with that?”

"No, I don't. I too want a child, my Lord, and if you care about your brother, you'll give me one.”

𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸

The next time you see Ryo in his chambers, you go alone. In the middle of the night. The palace is busy for the upcoming coronation of their terrifying protector, readying the halls for guests from neighboring kingdoms. Sneaking is not an option so you carry a tea set up the stairs as an excuse to visit the King.

The fusuma slides open just as you're about to knock, revealing a towering Ryomen on the other side. As if, he has been expecting you. You quickly steer your glance and bow to him. "I'm here with your tea, my Lord."

"Come in." He steps out of your way.

The state of the room surprises you. It does not smell of weed or tobacco anymore; in fact, it smells pleasant. Somehow, it looks bigger, cleaner. You set the tray down on the tatami, kneel in front of it, and Ryomen takes up the spot opposite to you. "Why is there only one cup?" He asks, folding two of his arms over his chest while the other two rest on his thighs.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my Lord. Do you require two separate cups?”

"No, woman, where is your cup?”

You chuckle. "I dare not drink tea with my King now. That'd be blasphemous." You keep the smug smile on your face while you swirl the kyūsu and strain the tea into the cup you brought for Ryomen. He picks it up and takes a sip before placing it back on the tray.

"Drink," he orders. You shake your head, feeling a sudden rush of courage. "I said, drink. You dare to defy your King, do you?”

His words make you stop. There's no ill intent in his words, no authority in his tone, just a friendly challenge. So you bring his cup to your lips to take down a big chug. "You're having fun with this, aren't you?" You ask.

"As much as you are." There's a smirk on his lips, like there used to be on your friend, Ryomen's lips.

Nothing happens that night. The tray sits between as you two chat about things like old friends do, the air filled with your chuckles as he teases you for being a missus now, for not treating him after the wedding, for not realizing how quick the passing of time and his absence could change everything.

"Have you been to see her?" You ask, pouring again from the teapot.

Ryo knows what you're talking about. "I have. The crime scene had one name written all over it. Yours. What did you do?" He sounds proud.

"Just this berry and that leaf and that other fruit. I only wanted to make sure she can never use her hand to hit someone close to me ever again.”

Ryo smirks, sipping on his tea before handing the cup to you. "And what about my father?”

"I had nothing to do with Otou-san's death. If anything, I believe it was your half-brother's greed." You sigh. "You see what I've married into?”

He scoffs. "Now now, you keep my little brother out of this. His lamb-like innocence makes up for the dysfunctionality of the rest of my family. I'm sorry. I mean, our family.”

𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸

The morning of the coronation, you wake up to the sound of someone knocking on your door. Your husband climbs off the bed before you can. "I'll see who it is, my love. You stay put." You shuffle out of the sheets anyway, your robes intact.

There's a woman's voice outside. "Sukuna-sama has sent your attires for today. I will be helping the lady with her jūnihitoe."

"Jūnihitoe?" Yuuji and you ask at the same time.

"Yes. That is what Sukuna-sama wanted. Is there a problem?"

You shrug at your husband who replies, "umm... no, there's no problem. Please give us some time to freshen up." There's a hum at the door and Yuuji shuts it behind him. He walks up to you as you keep shaking your head. "You know, subtlety is not his strong suit. It'll be fine. Don't worry."

"I'll look like a fish out of water, wearing that in the middle of the servants' rows."

You don't have to sit in the middle of the servants' rows. When Ryo sees you and Yuuji walk out into the yard in your shiny new clothes, he sends Uraume to fetch the two of you close to his makeshift throne. "What are the plans for today?" You ask Uraume as you get as comfortable as possible on the wooden seats.

They huff. "We have the coronation where your mother-in-law will crown Sukuna-sama, who will then appoint the ministers and officially declare Itadori-kun as the Commander of the Kingsguard. Then there's the tourney where the champions from neighboring states have come to compete for a spot on the King of Curses' army. And then there's the feast that will last the rest of the day. You would have known all of that if you didn't lock yourself in your room twenty-four hours a day."

Nothing pleases you more than when they bring in your mother-in-law in a wheelchair, the right side of her body limp from having her tea dosed with high amounts of toxins every day for a year. She can barely speak more than a few syllables without her tongue getting heavy. Your pride bellows in your chest when Ryomen walks down the steps of the dais to get to the center of the yard.

The audience is silent as the beast refuses to bend his knee. The servants help up your mother-in-law, lifting her up on a step as she struggles to hold the crown up in her left hand.

Ryo whispers something you don't hear from afar but you smile when his stepmother is forced to use both her hands to put the crown on his head.

"Aniki is too much at times," Yuuji complains.

"But isn't this so satisfying to watch?"

"That, it is."

The smirk on your face lingers as the proceedings continue. Ryo walks around the yard, naming his ministers even though he just told you the other night that he doesn't need any. He summons Yuji and declares him to be the Commander of the Kingsguard. The crowd doesn't cheer when one brother kneels in front of the other. The crowd doesn't make a peep the whole day; they're there because they don't want to lose their heads or that of their children.

You admire how Ryomen has the whole town under his thumb. The town that wronged you, shunned you and your mother, he's punishing them. You don't know where it is coming from, but there is a sense of accomplishment that you cannot shake off.

He drinks the rest of the day, through the tourney, the declaration of the winner and the evening feast. Every time you see Yuji trying to snatch away his jug from him, Ryo becomes grumpy, demanding his mead be handed back.

To be honest, he doesn't even look drunk. You've seen him inebriated before, in your teenage years. He used to become clumsy and throw things, and curse a lot. But now, he's just... a little grumpy. Maybe his changed physical form has something to do with that.

You're quickly proved wrong. You're talking to some of your colleagues, sitting at the dinner table Uraume assigned to you, when a partially filled jug of ale flies across the room, drenching half the guests. The dinner hall buzzes with commotion, chairs shifting, people questioning, and when you look up toward the direction of the throne, your eyes lock with the King's. He is grumpy because of you.

Only a moment later, Yuuji comes to fetch you. "Aniki is asking for you." His new clothes are flashy, his cloak red like the blood of those he would slay for his brother. He takes your arm in his as he leads you to the throne.

"You wanted to see me, Your Highness?" You bow to the King.

"Yes..h, woman." His words slur. "I am retiring from the party and I wish to dine in my quarters. You will make such arrangements while my brother and I be on our way there."

"Of course, Your Highness."

When you reach the doors of his bedroom, a heavy tray in your hand, you stop to listen in on the conversation between the brothers. "This body was supposed to be a deformity, a curse levied on me for my sins. But I see this as a saturation of strength. What's better than two arms?"

"Four," Yuuji answers. "I agree with you. But I don't understand the mouth on your stomach."

"Actually, this was a gift. It can be used for chanting."

Yuuji hums. "One thing hasn't changed in you. Do you know what that is, Aniki?"

"What?"

"Your massive ego and penchant for showing off." The brothers laugh. "Saturation of strength? Who talks like that?"

You smile as you keep listening. It fills your heart with warmth knowing that the twins have rebuilt their relationship. Still, you can't shake off the feeling of being left behind yet again.

"You're not smoking anymore?"

"No," Ryomen replies. "You assigned me a task, remember? Tobacco and opium might delay or worse, hinder it. Hence—"

Your cheeks start to warm up.

"Alcohol might too," your husband argues. "And yet—"

"Your dinner is here, Your Highness." You put a stop to that conversation as quickly as you can.

Yuuji slides open the door, welcoming you inside. You place the tray on the table in the middle of the room before bowing to the King. Your husband chuckles. "Love, there's nobody around. We don't need to do that here."

He takes your hand and pulls you toward the couch where Ryo is leisurely taking up half the space. Yuuji puts you in his lap, draws you close to his chest as the brothers keep chatting. Your eyes never leave Ryo's. Well, you are not even sure which eyes to follow — the drunk, embarrassed human eyes that fleet between your face and Yuuji's, or the demon eyes frowning at the spot on your arm that Yuuji squeezes every time he adjusts you in his embrace.

The food you brought stays on the table, forgotten and going cold, as the three of you reminisce about your childhood. Yuuji teases you, bringing up how you used to be scared of Ryo when you first arrived at the mansion and still followed him around, touching his arm every now and then, trying to figure him out.

"Shall we get going now?" Yuuji nudges your shoulder with his chin and the demon eyes furrow even further. You nod.

Your husband starts to lead you away when you feel a grip on you, pulling you back. Yuuji turns too when you fall behind. He spots Ryomen's downcast gaze on the spot where the tips of his thumb and first finger meet around your wrist. The shock on Yuuji's face catches your eye but before you can wriggle yourself out of his brother's grasp, he walks back to you and pecks the side of your face. "I'll see you in the morning, my love." And just like that, he is gone.

"You can't be serious." You rebuke Ryomen, yanking your hand away.

"You wanted this." His gaze is still downcast.

You scoff. "Oh, poor Ryomen! It must be so miserable having to fuck a woman. You must have never done that in your whole life."

His eyes flash with frustration. "They were whores."

"And what am I? Asking my husband's brother to fuck me so I can experience motherhood. Am I any different?"

Ryo stands up from the couch and walks toward you, making you take a step back. He's huge now. So much taller and bigger than he was before. You're up against the wall, sandwiched between the wood and his chest. "Ryo, please." You breathe, looking away.

"Do I still scare you, woman?"

You shake your head, refusing to give him the last laugh.

"Even when I look like this?"

Your eyes fly open, meeting his. All four of his eyes are on you, expectant and vulnerable. He needs you. You reach out to touch his face, the human side, and he leans into it like a cat. "Ryo," You call out to him. All your anger melts when he closes all his eyes and relishes in your touch. You place your other hand on his chest, trying to feel the beat of his heart. It's calm, a steady pace. He's at peace in your arms.

"What am I to you?" Ryo asks. For a brief moment, he looks like a boy again, wanting to know if you love him.

"I don't know."

Ryomen smiles wryly before escaping your embrace. He's about to say something but you beat him to it.

"There has not been a single moment in the last five years when you weren't on my mind. I'm cooking and I make it spicier because you prefer it that way. I am sewing and I use your favorite colors. I'm sitting by the pond by myself and I imagine us having a conversation. My husband..." You choke up. "My husband is making love to me and I... I see your face. You... you left me. I played our last conversation over and over in my head, trying to untangle the web of your riddles but I couldn't." You rub off the tears streaming down your face. "You left me here and Yuuji was like my wooden plank in open ocean. I had to... even though it was so wrong... even though —"

Ryo cups your face in two of his hands, pausing your downpour of thoughts. "If I stall any longer, I'll never do it."

Before you can say anything else, his lips find yours. His two lower arms pull you into his body as he kisses you. You knew there will be no tenderness with Ryomen but this passion is abundant and unbound. His big, strong hands squeeze your sides as they run up and down your torso with frenzied lust. You throw your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

He lifts you up in his arms as he keeps kissing you, his mouth hot and demanding, and carries you over to the bed. "Get these off, woman." He pulls at the ties of your top robe. "Jūnihitoe was a bad idea"

You chuckle at his child-like impatience. But can you really blame him? You're itching too to touch him, to have him touch you, claim you. Oh it's so wrong! It's so unfair to Yuuji.

But Yuuji is the last thing on your mind right now.

Robe by robe, layer by layer, you come undone to the lover you thought you were never meant to have. Here he is, undressing you, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, and all you can do is... let him.

You can swear you see his jaws drop open once you're completely naked. "Don't stare," You tease, your cheeks burning. "It's not the first time you're seeing a woman."

"They were whores. You are..." Ryo hesitates. "You are you."

"Wow, you're so efficient at communicating what I mean to you." You smirk.

"Stop being bratty, woman." His human eyes are trying their hardest to intimidate you while the demon eyes are too busy ogling your chest to care.

You lie down and Ryo follows beside you. He cradles your head, his fingers nestling in your hair as he kisses you again. Your deft fingers find their way to the sash of his robe, pulling it apart, immediately navigating their way over his skin, around the inhuman mouth.

"Goodness," You yelp when you feel something wet glide past your hand.

"Oh, it has a mind of its own. I can't really control it." Ryo makes an excuse. "But, it seems as though it likes you."

"That was surely a demonstration of affection."

You both laugh, easing up the tension and unfortunately, the built up desire. Ryomen lies down on his back with you on one of his arms. His robe falls apart, exposing his chest. You extend a hand to touch him. Drawing circles through his scanty hair, you pull yourself closer to him.

Before he can say anything, you put your hand over his mouth, still damp from your kiss. "Can you, for once, put yourself before your brother? For me?"

You sit up, flinging one leg over his hips. Ryo runs his fingers over your thighs as you settle yourself. You take two of his hands and guide them to your chest. "You've grown, woman," he groans.

"What does that mean?"

He sits up, pulling you closer so your forehead touches his. "It means, I've craved your breathy moans, the harshness of your nails on my back, the sweet taste of your sweat on my tongue. I used to watch you walk back to the house after your bath, your chest heaving with every step." He kneads your flesh, making you gasp as he softly tugs at a nipple. "In winters, like an old creep, I used to lecherously stare at the pert points on the front of your robe, imagining my hands over them... and my mouth." He snuggles his nose against your jaw and kisses it before venturing southward. Locking his human eyes with you, he opens his mouth wide and closes his lips around your bud.

His tongue sends jolts of sensation down your spine. You grasp at his hair, pushing your teat further into his mouth. Two of his hands grope the soft flesh of your behind, squeeze the fat on your hips, glide over your thighs, before one of his fingers finds the core of your pleasure.

"So wet, woman," he mumbles against your nipple. "Almost like you've been waiting all your life for me."

"I have." Your eyes water as he draws circles around your clitoris, slow, drawn out, painfully patient circles. "You're such a tease, Ryo. Why don't you just... take me?"

"And what's the fun in that? Let me utilize every moment I have with you." He kisses you again. "What if this is all we have?"

The heart that was warm and gleeful, breaks again. You look into Ryomen's eyes, only to find a mirror that reflects your feelings. This time, you kiss him. Fervently. Maniacally. You push his back to the the bed again, slowly sliding down his torso to meet his lips. What you don't expect is a tongue on your clit, the tongue on Ryo's stomach.

You sit up, perplexed at the onslaught of pleasure but unable to lift yourself off of the demonic mouth. Ryo encourages you. "You look so good like that, woman. That's right, grind your hips against my mouth. Your pleasure gives me pleasure. Are you coming?"

You nod, unable to form words anymore.

"Keep going, woman. You're doing so good. Come for me. Come for me."

This orgasm leaves a permanent mark on your psyche and also on Ryo's abdomen. Your nails have gone as far into his skin as they could, drawing blood.

Without a moment of respite, Ryo flips you over on the bed. Your giggling stops when his strong arm pulls your waist up to put a cushion under it. "You wanted me to take you, didn't you?" He rasps, bending over you, so close that his belly mouth springs out and starts licking your back. "Talk to me. Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me." You finally voice your lewd thoughts. "I want you to give me a child, Ryo. Even if I have to raise it with Yuuji, I want you and myself to know who the father really is."

"Fuck," Ryomen groans.

You cry out as he pushes in, your delicate skin threatening to break around his girth. As soon as you accommodate yourself to his length, he starts rocking his hips. His grip is strong on the plump flesh of your hips as his nails dig in to keep you in place. You can feel him, throbbing, his fat tip pulsating against your womb, ready to breed you on command.

"You feel so good, woman." He's moaning too. Your name on his lips sounds like exactly how it was supposed to be pronounced when your mother named you. His hands are traveling up and down your back, grabbing, squeezing, groping your flesh. "If you so badly want a child... I'll give you one. More. As. Many. As. You. Want." He thrusts with every word until his grip on you tightens to the point of bruises.

You've lost count of how many orgasms you've had but when Ryo comes, you feel fulfilled. You're so filled with his warmth, you don't realize when you collapse on the bed, when Ryo's hand scoops you close to his chest. "You did good, woman. I'm sure this union will be fruitful," he whispers with his mouth to your forehead as you drift to a well-earned sleep.

𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸𓆸

There's no God in my heaven. And Hell belongs to me. King of Curses, they call me. And what I have done to earn that title is between me and the sorcerers I killed. For what, then, am I being rewarded?

My Heaven is in my arms, warm and breathing, probably sore in all the places I touched her tonight. How dare I? How dare I ruin her, maim her unfit to ever love her husband again?

Maybe, if everything had gone right, I would have been her husband. And if my human form was not crippled the same way my brother is, she'd have already become a mother by now. I know of her doubts of being the one crippled, but I know she's fertile. I know she's fertile right now. And I hope I've done one thing in all my life to make her dreams come true.

However, it's also so bittersweet. What will happen once she does bear my child? Our little tea meetings will end, I'll never touch her again, never experience both the peace and the excitement of having her fingers run along my skin.

I don't want this to end. I can't let this end. I can't lose her again.

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[spikeisawesome456]

While watching the new Sonic movie earlier today, I noticed something and was curious, and figured I would ask Tumblr in a poll.

(Note: the public indecency one is indicating that you sleep in the nude or nearly nude, if anyone is confused. 😉)

I was just curious, since I noticed a bunch of people wearing PJs when I saw Sonic, and I was all… huh. I’d never considered wearing PJ’s to the theater before. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it made, and I was curious if anyone else wears their PJs to the movies, or if I’m just late to party, ha.

[jaydude1992]

"If your thoughts looking at a nine year old kid who has done NOTHING Dark Side yet and go "Yup. He's a monster because he didn't forget his mom on command...""

I personally wouldn't say they went that far; I see it more as the Jedi fearing that Anakin had been raised outside of the Order for too long to be able to learn how to love others without the destructive possessiveness that ultimately led to him becoming Darth Vader. Admittedly, that's not much better if you take it to indicate a narrative that only magical monks can teach kids to love in the "right" way, but I feel that's way more a fault of Lucas than the Jedi.

"Oh, they can wear costumes and go on theme park adventures to "experience and keep" their native culture so long as they come back home to Coruscant and get on with the business of killing Sith and propping up the Republic ruling class."

Again, Jedi are free to quit the Order if they like, Phantom Menace is largely about two Jedi helping to save an innocent planet's population from a corrupt member of the Republic ruling class, and the Prequel films are not a complete picture of the Jedi Order and how it operates.

If you want to see the Jedi aiding everyday folk, maybe check out Light of the Jedi.

"However, sending a heavily armed sorcerer with full government backing to bang on the door of some otherwise perfectly loving family who didn't plan to give up their child to this agent, never to see or hear from them again...Technically, "no" is a valid answer - the reality is that he has the laser sword, mind altering sorcery, and government backing. You're gonna do as he says and tell yourself it's an honor so you can sleep at night."

I've probably said something to this effect before, but if we're going solely by Lucas canon, your argument here seems based on the assumption that A) Anakin was forbidden from ever contacting Shmi again, and B) the Jedi WILL abuse/take advantage of the power advantage they have over such families. My problem there is that that assumption isn't exactly supported by Lucas/the narrative of the Prequel films.

MAYBE Lucas could've done a better job at conveying his intended narrative in his work. But at the end of the day, you're still filling in the blanks with nothing but your own opinions, which aren't necessarily going to turn out to be true.

I should probably also point out that the "mind altering sorcery" you speak of is stated in Attack of the Clones to not work on the strong-minded. I like to think that by that definition, it wouldn't work on a parent who wanted to raise their child themselves rather than hand them over to the Jedi. Especially if you believe - like I do - that the Jedi would never forcibly separate a child from parents unwilling to give them up.

OK, I may have said this before, but I’m going to reiterate this point. Attachments aren’t what people seem to think they are.

Let me explain. In Star Wars, when the Jedi referred to attachment, they are referring to what Buddhism would refer to as in a literal translation an obsession. Attachments is the most closest western equivalent to the direct translation. And these attachments are basically the cause of suffering. Why? Because they prevent you from spiritual enlightenment. These aren’t things like family and friends. These are unhealthy obsessions that crippled you and make you unable to progress spiritually.

And the other inspiration for the Jedi Christianity has a similar explanation, although with a different theological implication, but the general principle is the same. In Christianity there is the idea that this world is transient. It’s not permanent nor are Christians supposed to get attached to it. The idea is is that they live in this world, but they are not of this world. That is not to say you can’t enjoy the things of this world like going out to the movies or having a good meal or spending time with friends and family. But it’s being aware that at any time it can go away. Either through misfortune, such as poverty or even death. Clinging onto the attachment of this world leads to spiritual ruin because you cease to focus on the supernatural such their relationship with God and how it affects their relationships with others and focusing on the superficial and harmful things. Again, it’s similar to Buddhism, but their solution is slightly different than Buddhism.

And that’s where Jedi get the principle of non-attachment. From the Buddhist idea of unhealthy obsessions lead to not spiritual enlightenment. And the Christian sense of focusing on the material world interferes with the relationship with the Creator. That’s why I don’t get why certain people seem to think that “attachments are good.” They’re basically saying, unnatural obsessions that lead you away from spiritual enlightenment, or a relationship with the creator of the universe, and the terms of the Jedi is somehow good. It’s not see Anakin Skywalker for how well that works out.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

WKA Recaps QL 2024: Favorite Characters

Thanks for the tag @my-rose-tinted-glasses and thank you to @abstractelysium for the prompts! Since I have watched 60 QL (or adjacent) shows this year, I am going to keep this specifically to my favorite characters of the queer shows that came out this year, and exclude older shows that I watched this year. (Which is for the best because it would just be Namgoong all the way down). 

So here are my Top Ten in no Particular Order:

Akafuji Yuchiro- I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama 

I love me a little freak. 

This boy is such a loser idiot boy and I appreciate how unapologetic he is in his unrepentant, overflowing love for Aoyagi Hajime. I love that one of the barriers between him and Aoyagi getting together is that Aoyagi thinks that Akafuji is cold and detached simply because Akafuji is trying so fucking hard not to McFreaking Lose It over the fact he’s working with Aoyagi. And I mentioned this in another post before, but I think one of the most important things we got from Akafuji is his ability to set clear boundaries between fandom and reality. He can love Aoyagi as his fan, but he knows he needs to stop considering himself Aoyagi’s fan the second he realizes his feelings have moved into something deeper. 

Kasuga- She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat 

This is kind of unfair because I love all the women in this show. But Kasuga will hold the special place in my heart for standing up to her father and choosing herself and her found family over societal expectations and demands of the patriarchy. This feels especially important in a character like Kasuga who is so quiet, reserved, and relatively passive. We have seen other places where she hasn’t spoken up for herself, even in settings with people she loves and trusts (like when she wanted to go strawberry picking) and it is huge for her to actually make the choices she makes as they relate to her bio family. And I also think that it doesn’t feel like character growth that comes out of nowhere either, because she has been engaging in acts of resistance since the moment we meet her. As a child she was not allowed to eat as much as she wanted, but she allowed herself to eat as much as she wanted when she became an adult. Sure, it’s more a quiet act of rebellion, but I love it as an indication that Kasuga has always been strong, despite her more reserved nature.

Go Yeong- Love in the Big City

THIS IS MY FUCKING GUY! It is incredibly important to me and not only important but downright vital that I read this book before I watched the show. I remember discussing during book club that in the first couple chapters I was really struggling with Young as a character. Mostly because I had intense insight into his inner thoughts that I would not and did not get when watching the show. I knew, or at least sincerely hoped, that by the end of the book I would love Young as a character, and I was correct. And it was really important to me to see a performance of Go Yeong that would honor the book character, and I do sincerely believe that Nam Yoon So did just that. I do believe that Go Yeong appeared like I would expect Young from the book to have appeared had I not been inside his head. I really appreciated seeing his growth as a person throughout both the book and the show, and he will stick with me for quite some time. 

Cha Yeo Woon- Love for Love’s Sake

Another show where I love almost all of the main characters in it. But I want to talk about Cha Yeo Woon who cannot hate anyone as much as he hates himself. The -100 floating over his head was a major fucking blow, and I just love how readily he falls in to loving Myung Ha once he starts to have a little bit more faith in himself and the people around him. When that boy smiled for the first time the entire world got brighter. He is such a great character, and one of my favorites, because everything that character does and is and everything Cha Joo Wan gives to breathe life into that character means you can absolutely understand why Myung Ha goes through hell to save Yeo Woon. 

Wei Qian- Unknown

This man has been through so much, he has lost so much, he has gained so much, and he has fought tooth and nail for everything and everyone he loves. He is such a good character, desperately trying to hold his family together, as much as it sucks for him I do appreciate that we got a character with a chronic illness/chronic pain. It feels so rare when characters have been through shit that there are actually serious physical consequences for the abuse they have gone through. And again, a major reason why he is one of my favorite characters this year comes down to the absolutely killer performance from Chris Chu. 

Venice Barros- Marahuyo Project 

VENICE!!! WE GOT A TRANS GIRL IN A SHOW THIS YEAR!!!!!! AND SHE IS BEAUTIFUL AND OUTSPOKEN AND SO SO SO FUCKING EMPATHETIC TOWARDS PEOPLE SHE LOVES WHO HAVE HURT HER BECAUSE THEY ARE SCARED AND GRIEVING AND TRYING DESPERATELY TO CLUTCH TO THE ONLY THINGS THEY FEEL WILL PROTECT THEM. God I love her, and her incessant rambutan eating, so fucking much, I am so glad that she exists and I am so glad she has people like King and Lorena and Lili and yes even Archie in her life, and I am even more glad that they (and Archie especially) have people like her in theirs.

If you have not gotten around to watching Marahuyo Project please take this as a sign to do so. 

Makoto- No One Cares for an Old Man’s Underwear

DAD OF THE YEAR! I loved watching his growth arc, knowing how much he loves his family and how that love is what really causes him to start re-evaluating his worldview. Yet again there are so many incredible characters in here that I will carry in my heart as favorites. But I think Makoto especially deserves a shout out because he is still allowed to fuck up sometimes, and he’s still allowed to learn, and despite the fact that sometimes he stumbles and falls and ruins things, he makes me cry because he is devastated to have hurt the people that he loves, and he doesn’t give up. That is so goddamn important in a character like him. It would be so easy for him to hit his first roadblock and to simply throw up his hands in defeat and decide that it was all too hard and instead he just keeps trying and trying until he’s found his way back to his family, to friends, to a love and connection that he has not had with people in a very long time (or possibly ever). 

Shiba Ryoma- Love is Like a Poison

I cannot express how important it feels to me to have a character like Ryo, who is so serious and generally reserved have a queer awakening and just immediately lean in to it. He does not run from the idea of intimacy, and he does not back down in his love and support for Haruto. Which was such a refreshing surprise. This is a man who has until this point valued his career and his ability to win cases above pretty much everything else in his life. And it really felt like a moment of triumph for me to see him stand in front of his boss and be like “this is my boyfriend,” and to be faced with a choice between his career and his lover and to choose his lover. I’m glad Haruto and Ryo have each other and I am glad that his coworker has another queer person in the office (though I kind of suspect that he clocked Ryo before Ryo clocked himself). Also, he is responsible for one of my favorite scenes of the year. Squaring up only to immediately get his ass beat into the ground because why the hell would he know how to fight? Also, he is the plant dad of all time.

Lee Doe Hoe- Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

Doe Hoe is such a good example of what the behavior of an abused child looks like. He is a really interesting and complex character that I appreciate having in my life. I kinda loved that despite how good he is at taekwondo he doesn’t fight with people. The great tragedy of not understanding why people would want to hit each other because he has grown up being physically abused by his father. I really liked (from a narrative perspective) that he was an incredibly successful student and that he continuously failed the college entrance exam, the way he falls as a student because of the anger and sadness and guilt that he carries for calling the police that day. This man is fucking frustrating in so many ways and yet I completely understand why he is the way he is and, similarly to Kasuga, I really appreciate the where and how he bucks convention and stands up for himself. He does not care about the optics around the way he handles himself at his father’s funeral, he does not grieve that man, so why should he pretend to appease the judgement of others? I’m really glad that having Ju Yeong back in his life gives him the inspiration he needs to try again to go to college, and while we do not get to know the results I truly believe that he will finally succeed. 

Sin Ju Yeong- Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo 

Y’all know I love myself a happy!sad and there are few people who so strongly represent the things I love about a happy!sad as much a Ju Yeong. That boy has been through so fucking much, and he hides a lot of his pain behind what I do believe is a genuine love and joy for life. But I think that joy for life, and the desire to spread joy to Dohoe really manifests in the recognition he has of himself in Dohoe’s sadness, and the knowledge that there are things he can do to help change that. I love Ju Yeong because he does not back down, he still carries shame around his sexuality (I see you cross necklace) but he will stand up for himself and he will not shy away from intimacy and desire. From a narrative perspective I love that that mask of brightness he had that was so blinding and attractive to Dohoe when they were kids is shattered when he loses Dohoe. Who we see when he’s in college and when he’s working a job is who he really is, and I love how much Dohoe tries to twist the knife in Ju Yeong by pretending like Ju Yeong wasn’t as lost and alone and hurting as he was just because he would make himself smile. I love how much of Ju Yeong’s character makes sense because his entire life has just been abandonment after abandonment from people that he loves and cares for. That he takes punishment to spare Dohoe, that he does not let Dohoe push him away when they reunite as adults, that he tolerates a lot more of the nasty shit that Dohoe tries to say to and about him because he cares and he knows that Dohoe scares. I love that Dohoe’s hatred of violence is what causes Ju Yeong to lose his control and kiss Dohoe for the first time, and that it is violence that Ju Yeong resorts to both to protect Dohoe and then later to help Dohoe set himself free by trashing the dojo.

tagging @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @solitaryandwandering, and @emotionallychargedtowel, @happypotato48

[cozzzynook]

Besides liking Beewavewave's ship, I also like platonic father-son relationships where Bumblebee (+Cliffjumper) is a Sparkling and Soundwave ends up adopting him (especially when Bumblebee is the youngest of the Cassettes) so I got this:

Frenzy and Rumble had already been running for hours, looking for a way out of Laserwave's lair, apparently the clone of their guardian believed that kidnapping them and trying to force them to join him was an incredible plan with no chance of failure, now they are escaping from what could easily be their personal hell and trying to avoid meeting their captor, frustration began to take hold of Frenzy, how long had they been running only to run into a dead end? This was getting annoying ―let's try to go through one of those doors, do you have the keys― because for a place with trained soldiers, stealing from them was ridiculously easy ―yes, I have them here― Rumble showed a set full of keys of different sizes and colors, all with different numbers marked on them that hopefully would help them identify which doors they belonged to and make their job (escape) easier.

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It didn't make his job any easier...

―Okay, this is door number 127...― Rumble entered the key with the indicated number, looking incredibly tired - if it doesn't work judo what am I going to - he cut himself off when he saw what was inside that room ―Sparklings?― they were two, obviously twins since the only thing that differentiated them were their paints, one being Yellow and the other Red ―they are so.... Too small...― too much to be healthy, Frenzy swore that one of them was awake (the Red one...) but he didn't seem to have enough strength to even open his eyes, when was the last time they ate something? He didn't think he would forgive himself if he left them here, he looked at his twin and knew he felt the same way ―you get Yellow and I'll get Red― he didn't think Soundwave would be mad if we brought him a couple of new kids, did he?

P1:

Oooooooh i love this 👀

If you ever want to share more i will gladly read

[sophieinwonderland]

Answers for r/systemscringe

It seems like the subreddit is now denying the existence of imagination.

An NPC is a character in your head who you may or may not control but also isn't really a person.

You may have experienced something like this when you dream, where the other characters in the dream are completely autonomous. Although with the intelligence level of your subreddit, I wouldn't be surprised if you start claiming that dreams don't exist either.

If you were to head over to the immersive daydreaming subreddit, you would find a community that has a lot of these sorts of non-headmate characters. (And probably a few headmates that they don't realize are headmates.)

It's 2024. When are you guys going to finally learn that partial dissociative identity disorder exists? A dissociative disorder that is characterized by a lack of switching. Switching in that disorder is either rare or non-existent.

This has been in the ICD-11 since 2019. You all have had 5 years to educate yourselves!

You can't keep relying on other people to do it for you. Especially when you ban us for trying!

I'm not really sure that I understand what this user is getting at with the point about self-consciousness. I think that they are suggesting that a person who was plural wouldn't realize that they were plural because it would just be normal to them?

Which can be true if they aren't talking to people about their internal experiences, but isn't really what I'm talking about here.

When I refer to a rudimentary self-consciousness, what I am meaning is that the headmate should have its own perspectives and be able to have some awareness that those perspectives are their own and not someone else's.

The most basic version of this is an entity who could say, "I like x where you like y" to the host. This involves an implicit acknowledgment of separation. Whether the headmate is calling itself a person or a part or a spirit or something entirely different, it is aware of its own wants and desires, and that those wants and desires aren't necessarily shared by everyone in the system.

This basic level of self-consciousness isn't indicative of a headmate on its own though. Dream characters may also demonstrate this basic sort of self-consciousness. So can some daydream characters.

And lines can get blurry quickly if you have a system who is in an inner world together which is sort of like a shared daydream. Not everything that can talk in the inner world is going to be a full headmate. Some are going to be like the daydream characters of singlets. These are what we call NPCs.

Super important reminder that immersive daydreaming exists without being maladaptive!

Systems immersing themselves in the inner world can be healthy because it can allow them to develop stronger bonds with each other and lower dissociative barriers.

And even immersive daydreaming can be healthy for singlets simply because it's fun and can relieve stress. You could say somebody sitting around daydreaming for hours is dangerous but if they enjoy it, I don't really see it being any more dangerous than playing a video game a lot or other activities that don't involve social interaction. And I think it might be far more healthy than mindlessly scrolling through YouTube shorts or TikTok while they slowly deteriorate your attention span.

Daydreaming only becomes maladaptive whenever it starts to impact your life in unhealthy ways.

This really isn't that complicated!

[odyssean-flower]

The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 16 - Summer: A Homecoming

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Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You go home to attend your sister's birthday party.

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“The guesthouse has already been prepared for you, Monsieur Neuvillette. I hope it is to your standards. If you find anything lacking, please inform me or Mrs. Bernard immediately.”

“Thank you, madame, but considering the warm hospitality and consideration I have received from you and your family since I arrived here, I doubt that will be needed,” Neuvillette assured your mother, who seemed to blush at his words. 

“Oh...oh my, such kind words,” your mother stammered out, ignoring your pleading look. “W-well then, I shall take my leave now. Breakfast shall be served to you first thing in the morning. I wish you a very good night.”

With that, your mother left the room, closing the door behind her, which, in turn, locked you in with Neuvillette.

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a moment, neither of you knowing what to say in this unthinkable situation you somehow found yourself in.

“It appears that we are to share a bed for the night, Madame. I hope that doesn’t cause you any discomfort,” he said at last, though the furrow in his brow indicated that the question should have been asked to him instead.

“Yes. It appears so,” you nodded, trying to quell your flipping stomach. “It’s only for a night, though, so I, um, hope you can put up with me until then.”

“No, Madame, I should be the one requesting that of you,” he insisted. “I should apologize for the uncomfortable position I have put you in.”

You decided not to say anything more, lest you fall into a never-ending loop of apologies...again.

Neither of you moved from your spots. His gaze was uncharacteristically unfocused, looking at anywhere but you. Though you didn’t have the ability to read emotions like him, you knew exactly what he was thinking then. It was as though you were looking into a mirror.

How did things turn out this way?

Let us return to the beginning of the day...

While you didn’t expect fanfare or anything when you returned home, you didn’t expect the house to be completely empty.

Your father being away wasn’t a surprise. His favorite pastime was wandering the countryside and climbing the jagged mountains near the village with a zither or notebook under his arm. You just hoped he didn’t stumble into a hilichurl camp or something like last time. 

As for your mother and your sister Justine’s absence, it was soon explained with a letter given to you by your taciturn housekeeper, Mrs. Bernard.

Dear Sister,

I’m so sorry that I couldn’t welcome you back home! Dominic (do you remember him? He’s the viscount’s son I danced with) has invited me to a tour around Fontaine on those new flying machines for my birthday! He says he knows someone at the Institute and that they can lend it to him for the day. Mother is chaperoning us. 

Oh, by the way, I’ve decided not to have the usual garden party this year. We’re going to hold an evening ball at the assembly-hall! Since you so insist on us not celebrating or even mentioning your marriage in any way, this ball will serve as a stealth celebration for you as well (don’t worry, we didn’t tell anyone. But just to warn you, Mother isn’t happy about it). I know how you feel about balls, but I do hope you can enjoy yourself as well. It’s a shame that Monsieur Neuvillette can’t come, but I suppose it can’t be helped. Everyone in the village is invited, and they’re all really excited. It’s been so long since we’ve had a large party like this, after all. Dominic says that he’ll invite some of his friends too. Anne, unfortunately, can’t attend as she’s busy with her babies.

I’ll be back around late afternoon, and I expect to hear all about Monsieur Neuvillette from you (I still can’t believe he’s part of our family now!!!!)

Love, Justine

“A flying tour...and a ball?” you said incredulously as you finished reading the letter. “I don’t think I had that much energy when I was her age.”

Still, you were happy that she was having a grand birthday celebration. Even if you had mixed feelings about a ball. Well, I suppose it’s fine if it’s just a village ball, you told yourself. If worst comes to worst, I can volunteer to play the role of musician all night. 

Indeed, you shouldn’t let your personal feelings cloud such a happy event. Even you enjoyed listening to the music, watching others dance, and eating the refreshments. Though, it was a shame that Anne, your best friend, couldn’t be there, as you hadn’t seen each other in ages. 

Neuvillette’s dodged a bullet by having to be in court today, you wryly mused to yourself. He frequently received invitations to balls and dinners, but almost always declined them. 

“The guest list is here, Madame Neuvillette,” Mrs. Bernard said, handing you a list of names. As your sister had written, all the families in the village were invited, and almost all of them accepted. The unfamiliar names, you assumed, were Dominic’s friends. 

“That’s a lot of guests. Did Mother hire any help for you?” you inquired as you followed Mrs. Bernard into the kitchen. Your family only had one housekeeper, but sometimes temporary help was hired from the village when it was needed. “Oh, and you don’t have to call me Madame Neuvillette, you know.”

“I am merely calling you by your proper title, Madame,” Mrs. Bernard said, unsmiling. You could count the number of times you saw her show emotion on one hand. “And no, several of your mother’s friends have offered to help prepare the refreshments. I am only baking the birthday cake and Conch Madeleines.”

“How far have you gotten with the cake?” you asked, rolling your sleeves up and putting on an apron. You usually helped with the measurements and the mixing, as Mrs. Bernard’s eyesight had worsened slightly over the years. 

The housekeeper stopped and gave you a look. “What?” you frowned.

“The wife of the Chief Justice has no place in a kitchen, especially after a long trip. I would advise you to rest in your room until the night’s entertainments.”

“Oh, come on, Mrs. Bernard, I’m not too good for kitchen work now just because I’m married to someone important. And you know how things are with our family. We need all the help we can get.” 

It wasn’t uncommon for members of the rural nobility to do work that their urban compatriots wouldn’t even deign to do, particularly if they lived on a meager income like yours did. You had grown up accustomed to mending your own clothes and helping with meal preparation.

“It is because I know our circumstances that I cannot approve of you helping me,” Mrs. Bernard replied curtly. Suddenly, her expression turned stormy. “Are you running into any issues with the staff at Monsieur Neuvillette’s household?”

“No, no, not at all,” you said, waving your hands in denial. Mrs. Bernard had been working for your family since your grandfather’s time, when there was still wealth and a fully staffed household, so she remembered a time when young ladies of the family didn’t need to lift a finger for anything except to ring the bell to summon a servant. “I’ve never run into any trouble there. Everything’s being done for me.”

It was the truth. In the beginning, you had tried to help out with the cooking and cleaning, but was firmly turned down every time. “You are here as Monsieur Neuvillette’s wife, not a tenant,” Marie had said. “He would be greatly aggrieved to hear that you feel obliged to do chores in his household.” Personally, you didn’t really understand the problem. You weren’t actually his wife and it wasn’t an obligation to help out in the house that you lived in. To go even further, you thought he ought to hire more staff if he were to live in a house of that size, even if he didn’t dwell there all that often. 

Come to think of it, there wasn’t much difference between the two households, particularly in the number of staff. But you decided that it was wiser to keep that to yourself.

“I’m glad to hear that. You must remember that you are of an old, noble bloodline and entitled to all the dignity and respect that entails,” Mrs. Bernard said, fixing you with a steely look. “Do not shrink yourself, even if your husband is the Iudex.”

“I know, I know,” you said, biting back your comments about all the good that a noble bloodline had done you. You knew Mrs. Bernard meant well, though a part of you shuddered at how she would react if she knew the truth behind your marriage. “I’ll be in my room, then.”

Mrs. Bernard nodded and turned back to the kitchen counter, which was fully taken up by mixing bowls and baking ingredients. You studied her stooped back and gray hair tied neatly in a bun. Had she gained more white hair since the last time you saw her?

You went upstairs with those uneasy thoughts in your mind. Mrs. Bernard had stayed loyal to your family even as family heirlooms and parts of the estate were sold to pay off debts, and servants quit in succession. In a wealthier family, she would probably be retired by now and settled comfortably in a cottage, receiving an annual income. 

If I were to truly comport myself with the dignity of a noble, then I would be giving money to my family to hire more servants, you thought as you gazed at a faded patch of wallpaper. An oil painting had once hung there, though you had no idea what the subject was or where it was now. The wall there had been bare ever since you could remember. At least one or two people to help in the kitchen and with the laundry, particularly now that Justine is out in society. Ah, come to think of it, she also needs a lady’s maid. And a footman... And... 

You did have money from Neuvillette, but it wasn’t enough to pay the yearly wages of a few servants.  You would have to ask Neuvillette for more. 

Wasn’t this the point of marrying rich? To help one’s family? If only this were a normal marriage, if only you weren’t married to the one person in Fontaine who you didn’t want to ask anything more of...

You shook your head, clearing the thoughts away like cobwebs. You had gotten into this marriage of your own accord and knew exactly what it was. It was pointless to have regrets about it now. 

Pushing open your bedroom door with more force than you intended, you breathed in the sweet-smelling air of your room. It was kept dusted and polished even after you moved out. Even the plants on your windowsill were watered. Seeing your familiar wooden writing desk and floral bedspread filled your heart with overpowering gladness, as though you were a weary traveler who had finally come home. 

Your bedroom was about half the size of Neuvillette’s guest room and didn’t have a window seat or its own bathroom, but it had always served as your sanctuary. If a room could be the embodiment of one’s soul, then this one would be yours. 

You went over to the window. The morning glory vines hanging from the eaves hadn’t been trimmed, so the visibility wasn’t good, but you always liked the way the vines framed the window. When you were younger, you pretended that it was the overgrown window in a crumbling castle. The house was practically covered in ivy and morning glory vines. It lent a wild and rustic appearance that you found charming, but your mother always complained about the “overgrown weeds.” 

I think Neuvillette’s house would also look lovely with a bit of greenery on the outside. Not excessively, of course, But a window box of flowers never hurt anyone, or perhaps a wisteria tree near the front door...

You turned to the tall bookcase that housed your carefully cultivated collection of books. Living in a small town far from the city meant that your means of buying new books was limited, but you made do. Your eyes drifted to the leather-bound spines occupying the middle shelf. Those were the albums and journals of your late teacher which she had bequeathed to you. She had more books, but they were donated to the school and local library. While you had brought your favorites with you to the city, you didn’t bring any of these with you out of fear of losing them. And because it still hurt too much to look at them.

But now... You ran a finger across their smooth, cracked spines. You hadn’t visited your teacher’s grave in a long time. You should find time to do it today. There are a lot of things I want to tell her about. 

Before that, you decided to take a little nap. The trip here had been rather taxing. You changed into a shift and closed the curtains on the blue sky beyond. It won’t be blue for long though. I hope it doesn’t rain during Justine’s tour.

The thought of rain reminded you of Neuvillette. He was probably still in the middle of a trial, as it hadn’t rained yet. You felt a little guilty, knowing that you promised to attend one of his trials. I’ll go to the next one for sure, you told yourself. I hope he doesn’t stand in the rain for too long. You had grown accustomed to the sight of him standing in the garden as rain fell upon him and readied towels for him whenever he came back indoors. He never talked about it, but you gathered that standing in the rain was soothing for him somehow. 

You climbed into bed and slipped under the covers, then stared up at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t coming easily. 

Birdsong sounded outside the window. Faint shadows played on the wall opposite your bed. You could hear Mrs. Bernard moving around in the kitchen downstairs. Everything was so familiar and unchanged that you could almost fool yourself into believing that you had never left your village at all. The woman who had married the Iudex, petted a vishap’s snout, got attacked by a drunk at night (O Archons, how were you going to bring that up to your parents?), and spoke to the Hydro Archon, seemed to be someone else entirely. 

I feel like everything that happened in the past few months was a dream, and now I’m back to reality...

You could even sense the difference between your two lives in the bedding. The sheets in my room in the city are silkier and smell like detergent, while these sheets are more worn and stiffer, and smell like wildflowers...

You blinked at the intrusive thought. It would not do to compare. Or to grow accustomed to this, because it would all be over in the blink of an eye. The life that awaited you would be difficult, so it was better to prepare for it beforehand.

You tried to think about things that were more relevant to your future, like how you would advertise yourself or do some networking (perhaps you could ask Neuvillette to do some inquiring for you), but for some reason, your thoughts kept straying to other things. Like saving two slices of cake for Neuvillette and Marie. Marie would love the cake, and even though Neuvillette rarely ate sweets, you were sure he would enjoy it as well. It should be moist enough for him. The only question was, how were you going to keep the cakes fresh on the way home tomorrow? That reminds me, didn’t Neuvillette promise to take me to a restaurant? I hope he hasn’t forgotten about it. Well, he’s so busy these days that I wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Still, I was really looking forward to it...

A little voice in your head asked you if you were perhaps thinking about Neuvillette a little too much, but it was soon pulled under by a wave of drowsiness. 

“I hope you’re not going to hide away in the corner with the piano all night.”

You glanced up from the sheet music for a high-spirited country dance as Justine strode into the parlor. Her hair was up in curlers, and she was wearing her bathrobe and a facial mask. 

“Who else is going to play the music for all the dancing you and your friends are going to do? There’s no one as skilled on the piano as me in town, and no one else willing to take on the role of the musician all night.” 

You weren’t bragging. You had plenty of practice playing reels and jigs for Justine and her friends, who lived for dancing. Though, you had been a little rusty as of late, which was why you were warming up right now.

“Mr. Guillaume will be playing the violin, and Mrs. Allen has agreed to lend her harp. And Mother can take your place on the piano. You have to take a break at some point,” Justine leaned against the piano. “Just do one or two dances, please?”

“Oh, all right.” You supposed you could dance a cotillion or a longways set.

“You can practice with me, if you want. ...I doubt Monsieur Neuvillette danced much with you.”

“How do you know that?”

“It would have made the headlines of all the newspapers if he attended a ball with an unknown woman on his arm,” Justine said, as if it was obvious. Then, her face brightened. “Unless those secret evening balls the tabloids talk about are true...?”

“I wouldn’t know about that.” Though the thought of Neuvillette sneaking off at night to go dancing was rather amusing.

“Why wouldn’t you know? You’re his wife!”

“Well...just because two people are married, it doesn’t mean they have to know everything about each other,” you said. It occurred to you then that this was the perfect opportunity to “foreshadow” your eventual divorce. “To be honest, we don’t see each other all that often. His job keeps him very busy, you know, and he comes home very late. We live separate lives, and neither of us has much interest in each other. It’s not exactly the fairytale marriage you’re hoping for, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I know that,” Justine waved her hand. “There’s some kind of circumstance behind it, right?” Your expression must have been comical because she let out a snort of laughter. “Come on, my serious and level-headed sister suddenly getting married to the Iudex in a secret wedding within a week? You have to be an idiot not to see something’s up. I think Mother suspects it as well, but she’s choosing to ignore it.”

“I see...” Now you felt foolish. “Um...you must want to know--”

“I won’t pry. As long as he’s good to you and supports you in every way, then it doesn’t matter,” Justine peered at you closely. You were surprised. She had always been a romantic and, like your mother, devoured romance novels. “He is good to you, right? He’s not cold or neglectful? Everyone says he doesn’t like humans and is only kind to the Melusines. If he's cruel to you, then--”

“No!” you said, a little too quickly. Justine raised her eyebrow. You cleared your throat. “I mean, he’s been nothing but gentlemanly and considerate. He’s very kind and gentle--nothing at all like how he presents in court. I don’t think he hates humans at all. It’s just that he...keeps a distance from most people due to the nature of his work.”

You thought back to all the conversations you had with Neuvillette, and what you had observed of him. He simply didn’t give off the air of someone who hated humans. Would someone like that sit in the seat of the Chief Justice for centuries? 

But you couldn’t say he wholeheartedly loved them either. There was a deliberate distance there, but the reason for it was unknown to you.

“Mm-hmm,” Justine made a sound. She was grinning. You then realized that you had fallen into deep thought. “So, tell me more about my brother-in-law.”

“B-Brother-in-law?” you spluttered.

“Isn’t that what he is?”

“Well...yes, but...” It had only occurred to you then that Neuvillette was technically related to your family now. You had never gave it much thought before, so focused on other aspects of the marriage. You cleared your throat again. “What do you want to know? Just so you know, I don’t know his true identity or anything.”

“I don’t care about that! I want to know what living with him is like. He’s so mysterious, after all! Ooh, I don’t know how you can bear seeing that handsome face every single day!” Now she was sounding more like her old self.

You had a feeling that she would keep pestering you if you didn’t throw her a bone. What’s the harm in telling her a few things, you thought. Plus, you did kind of wanted to talk to someone about him. 

“You get used to it after a few months,” you started, and Justine leaned forward in rapt attention.

“So...he’s an old man, basically?” Justine said after you finished talking. You were currently in the kitchen, watching Mrs. Bernard icing the cake. The three-tiered butterscotch cake was decorated with pink and blue roses (“Didn’t I tell you? It’s to celebrate your wedding!” Justine answered when you asked about the blue roses) and looked every bit as delicious as something you’d see in the window displays of the fancy cake shops in the Court. 

“What...? How did you get to that conclusion?” you whirled around to her. Mrs. Bernard let out a quiet snort.

“According to you, he enjoys long, solitary walks by the water, has a preference for moist foods, and loves talking to his daughters and asking about their day. That sounds just like Old Man Julien,” Justine replied matter-of-factly. Old Man Julien was an elderly neighbor of yours who had no teeth. And he did enjoy long walks and chewable foods. 

“...No, it doesn’t,” you said, even as you inwardly thought that you might have inadvertently ruined Neuvillette’s image. Although, he is old...and a man...so she’s technically correct...wait, why am I thinking about this!? “So what? Is that a crime? Nothing wrong with having distinctive tastes, is there?”

“Never said there was,” Justine was still grinning. You turned away from her with a huff, and she hopped around to face you. “And Sister, you’re a terrible liar!”

“What do you mean?”

“You are interested in Monsieur Neuvillette! I’ve never seen you talk so much about someone who isn’t some musty old historical figure!” Justine clapped her hands together.

“And smiling at that,” Mrs. Bernard added. You didn’t recall smiling. 

“That’s because he’s an interesting person. Like you said, he’s mysterious. No one knows what he is or where he came from. And he’s hundreds of years old, and...” Realizing that you sounded far too defensive, you clamped your lips shut. 

“Oh, Sister, you should just be honest with yourself,” Justine shook her head.

“I do not know what you are talking about. I did not lie about a single thing. And you should watch how you speak about your brother-in-law.”

“I know, I know... Ooh, I have an idea. Let me do your makeup! And then I’ll take pictures and send them to my brother-in-law, and then he’ll be so awestruck by your beauty that he’ll be eager to take you to balls every night!”

“Please don’t do that. It’s a secret marriage, remember?” you reminded her as she dragged you upstairs.

But she wasn’t listening to you as she chattered to herself. “...And then I’ll tie blue ribbons into your hair, to match those blue things in his hair.”

“Actually, those are horns,” you couldn’t help but correct her.

“They are!? ...I bet he let you touch them, didn’t he?” 

You suppressed a groan. You were beginning to regret telling her anything at all.

I hope Neuvillette’s having a more relaxing time than me, you thought.

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Christmas Kisses - Part 2 - Start the New Year Off Right

Content: Takes place in December of 1976 and mentions Elvis’ loneliness at that time. A little bit of angst, some smut, and a lot of fluff. This is basically my Christmas gift to Elvis, telling him how wonderful he is. ❤️ 18+

Read part one here: Christmas Kisses

Josephine gave herself one last look in the mirror as she heard a pounding at the door.

“Coming!” she called out as she grabbed her purse and keys. A man with brown hair graying around the temples opened the door. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself but just gave her a slight nod and motioned for her to follow.

The man finally spoke when they turned onto Elvis Presley Boulevard. “So how’d you and the boss meet?” Josephine detected a hint of something in his tone...animosity maybe?

“Oh, well, we, uh, we both just happened to be looking for company on Christmas Eve.” Josephine tried to select her words carefully but realized she had made herself sound like a hooker. “I mean, not company like that, but um, just someone to talk to.” She could feel herself turning red as the man beside her chuckled. “He’s just a very nice man,” she finished with a whisper.

“Hmm. He can be,” the man muttered, almost to himself, as they pulled up the drive to Graceland.

Josephine got out and steadied herself on the rhinestone heels she had picked out to wear. Elvis had called her just once since last week, to confirm that she still wanted to come to his party. He gave no indication of how fancy it was going to be, and she was too nervous to ask. They’d had such a great connection in person, but on the phone he almost sounded like he was embarrassed that he’d let himself get so vulnerable. She decided it would be better to be dressed up than to be looking too casual at a fancy party.

Elvis nervously paced the living room, trying to be attentive to his friends and their families as his mind drifted to Josephine. She would be here any minute, and he felt strangely nervous. After she’d went back home on Christmas, he had replayed their conversation in his head, wondering what on God’s green Earth had possessed him to open up so much to a woman he’d just met. Some of the things he’d shared had been downright embarrassing. She must think he’s a complete fool, asking if it’s okay that he couldn’t get it up all the time.

Josephine walked through the doorway and instantly spotted Elvis, dressed in a light blue suit. Their eyes locked and she saw his jaw go a little slack as he approached her.

“I’m sorry, I might be a little overdressed. I wasn’t sure what to wear,” Joesphine murmured as he grabbed her hand and looked her up and down, his eyes sparkling with delight at her curve-hugging black sequined jumpsuit.

“Naw honey, ya look perfect, jus’ beautiful,” he murmured as he pulled her in for a hug. “I mean, wow,” he exclaimed as he pulled back and looked again.

“Now you’re gonna make me blush,” Josephine smiled. “You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself,” she added, her eyes roaming over his physique.

Elvis just laughed a little and looked nervously at the ground, not sure if she was just being nice.

He pulled her into the living room and started introducing her to his friends, his hand gently caressing the small of her back. His hands pretty much stayed on her all evening, wrapped around her waist, rubbing her shoulder, playfully pinching her side. Josephine reveled in the affection after such a dry spell.

“So,” Elvis whispered in her ear as they sat snuggled up on the couch together. “Are ya gonna give me a kiss at midnight?”

Feeling somewhat emboldened by the tender look in his eyes, Josephine leaned over close and whispered back. “I’ll give you anything you want at midnight.” She let her hand squeeze his thigh ever so slightly, and she could hear his breath hitch in response.

Elvis looked into Josephine’s eyes, his heart racing a little bit at what she’d whispered. He usually felt a little apprehensive about a woman being so forward, but he could see the tenderness in her eyes, and he knew this offer was from her heart. He wanted to kiss her so badly right here on this couch, company be damned, but he knew that if he got aroused, the opportunity to take advantage of it might be limited.

“Honey,” Elvis said lowly, glancing around to make sure everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations, “can I-I-I, uh, show ya somethin’ upstairs?”

“Absolutely,” Josephine responded, nerves and excitement making her body tingle. Elvis grabbed her hand and led her through the kitchen and up the back staircase as discreetly as possible.

“What did you want to show me?” Josephine asked with an innocent smile as Elvis locked the door to his bedroom behind them.

“Honey I jus’ needed ta do this without all them nosy sets of eyes watchin.’” Elvis grabbed her waist and pulled her in close to him, his soft lips crashing into hers. He took his time kissing her, his hands rubbing her back. He reached down and gave her ample bottom a squeeze as his tongue slipped into her mouth. “Can I see more of ya, baby?” Elvis murmured as he reached for the zipper on the back of her jumpsuit.

“Mmm-hmm,” Josephine tingled with anticipation as he slowly pulled the zipper down. She leaned slightly forward and let the jumpsuit slip down, the fabric pooling around her ankles. She carefully stepped out of it, now standing before him in just her heels and a pale pink bra and panties.

“Goddamn,” Elvis breathed out as he took in the sight of her. He reached out and squeezed one of her breasts, seeing the way her nipple hardened through the thin fabric. He let his hand trail down her stomach, his fingertips brushing over the waistband of her panties, sliding down over the silky material and settling in between her thighs, feeling the warmth and dampness that awaited him there. With his other hand, he pulled down each bra strap, one at a time, letting the material fall and expose her soft, round breasts to him, both nipples now begging to be licked.

“Ohhhhh,” Josephine let out a guttural moan as Elvis leaned down and caught one of her nipples in between his teeth, tugging ever so gently. As he sucked on her, his hand down below slipped inside of her panties and continued its rubbing there. His fingers explored every part, tracing through her little mound of hair, rubbing her soft lips, sliding through the wetness, pushing gently inside of her. As Elvis switched his mouth to her other nipple, Josephine continued to let out soft moans, unable to control herself.

“Ya like that baby?” Elvis asked in a low gravelly voice, his lips tracing up over her collarbone and attaching to her neck. His fingers continued their intricate dance inside of her panties.

“Oh God, yes,” Josephine groaned, her eyes fluttering down to see that he seemed to be enjoying it very much as well. She reached out and started to unbuckle his pants. She noticed that he tensed up ever so slightly, but he let her continue, removing his hand from her panties so he could help undress himself.

As he slid his pants off and removed his jacket and shirt, Josephine felt her heart racing at the sight of his body, that broad hairy chest now on full display. She couldn’t help but notice that he looked a little bit shy standing before her in just his white briefs, and she wondered if he knew how sexy he was.

“Elvis,” she whispered, stepping forward, letting her hand run down his chest and over his stomach. She grabbed his hand and put it back inside her panties, missing the feeling of him touching her. “It feels so good to have your hands on me.”

Elvis smiled that cute little crooked grin and let his fingers play with her again. “Is that right, baby? What else do ya think would feel good?”

Josephine could see from the bulge in his underwear that he still seemed to be enjoying himself, so she decided to encourage him. She reached out and pulled on the waistband of his underwear, peeking down at his thick hard dick that looked like it was aching to be set free. It looked so good. “I would love to feel this inside of me,” she whispered, barely able to think straight from the feeling of his fingers massaging her most intimate parts.

“I would love that too, honey.” Elvis slid her panties down her legs and helped her onto the bed, leaning her back against the pillows. He slipped off his own underwear, letting himself spring free, and laid between her legs. “Lemme jus’ make sure you’re good and ready for me first.” He really needed to make sure that he was good and ready, but she didn’t need to know all that.

As he lapped at her soft folds with his tongue, he could feel his dick growing harder and harder until he knew it was now or never. He quickly pulled himself up and lined up with her soaking wet entrance, sliding in, feeling the way her opening gripped him so tightly. A couple of pumps and he’d probably be done for. Lucky for him, it seemed like she was almost ready, too.

“Ohhh, God, Elvis!” Josephine wailed out as he pushed all the way inside of her, beads of sweat forming at the gray hair on his temples. “Oh, that feels so good,” she whimpered, feeling him thrust in and out. He knew he was about to explode and needed to make sure she was satisfied. He reached down and rubbed her little nub as he continued thrusting, and it sent her over the edge. As she moaned his name and clenched around him, her legs shaking, he thrust one last time, feeling himself cum deep inside of her.

Josephine loved the feeling as he lowered his body onto hers, pinning her against the mattress, his softening dick still inside of her. As they lay there in a state of bliss, the clock struck midnight.

“Baby, where’s my midnight kiss?” Elvis laughed as he lifted his head and planted one on her.

“I think I gave you a lot better than just a kiss,” Josephine giggled, hugging his body tightly against her own. She didn’t want him to leave her ever.

“Ya sure did, honey. Hmm, I don’ think I’ve ever been inside of someone at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Gotta start the year off right, I s’pose.”

“Do you think they’re wondering where we are?” Josephine asked as Elvis finally slid out of her and rolled to the edge of the bed, pulling his underwear back on.

“Nah, they probably jus’ figure the old man has gone to bed early,” Elvis said in that self-deprecating way.

“Elvis, you’re not old!” Josephine insisted.

“I don’ know, baby, I think ya jus’ bring somethin’ outta me. I’ll tell ya honey, I ain’t been this aroused in a long time.”

“Well, I hope you know that even if you hadn’t been so, um, aroused, I still would’ve had a great time with you.” Josephine moved over behind him and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head on the back of his shoulder.

Elvis turned and kissed the top of her head. “That’s sweet of ya, honey. I gotta use the bathroom. There’s some pajamas in the drawer there if ya wanna wear some.” He nodded toward the dresser and headed for the bathroom.

As Josephine pulled herself up and slipped into a navy blue nightshirt, realizing for the first time that he was expecting her to spend the night, she noticed a partially crumpled piece of paper on the floor next to the garbage can. She picked it up to throw it away, but a couple words jumped out at her. She smoothed the paper out and her heart sank into her stomach as she read the note that was written.

“Help me Lord to get through all of this. I am so tired of it. I think I would like to sleep forever but rest does not come easy for me. Show me a way out from these problems.”

Just as she was about to put the note back, Elvis emerged from the bathroom in his robe and saw it in her hand. She could see the immediate flush of anger spread over his face.

“What the hell do ya think you’re doin’? Pickin’ through my garbage? Ya gonna sell that to the press like those damn vultures who used ta call themselves my friends?”

Josephine tried to keep her voice calm as she responded to his rage. “Elvis, I’m sorry. I found it on the floor, and -”

“Like hell!” Elvis continued to explode with anger. “Why don’t ya jus’ get the hell outta my house! Come over here and seduce me jus’ ta betray me like this!”

“Elvis, I’m not going to leave with you this upset. I need to make sure you’re okay. You can keep yelling, but I’m going to stay here with you.”

The fire still burned in Elvis’ eyes. He picked up the only thing that was within reach, a book, and flung it against the wall. Then he turned and headed back in the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Josephine sighed and sat down next to the bathroom door, her back leaned against the wall. “Elvis, can you hear me?” No response. “Elvis, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to pry. It was an honest mistake.” At this she heard a low grunt, but no movement to come back out. “Look, I don’t know if you’re just mad or if you’re embarrassed or feeling vulnerable, but I want you to know that I understand. To be honest, I’ve said a lot of prayers that sound just like this. Life is hard sometimes, y’know? And I can’t even imagine the kind of pressure you must face.” The lock turned and the door opened. Elvis shuffled back out and sat on the edge of the bed, looking a little sheepish at his angry outburst.

“I’m sorry I screamed at ya honey, I know ya weren’t tryin’ ta snoop.”

“Elvis, you don’t have to hide from me. I want to be here for you.”

“I’m supposed to be the strong one. I have to take care of everyone, I don’t know any other way.” Elvis’ head dropped down, and it broke Josephine’s heart to see him look so defeated.

“It’s okay to let someone take care of you sometimes, too. You don’t deserve to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Let me take care of you,” Josephine implored, rising and joining him on the bed.

“Honey, I think you’re real sweet, but ya don’t know what you’re gettin’ into. I mean, I’d love ta see ya some more, but I can’t ask ya ta take care of me.”

Josephine reached over and grabbed Elvis’ face, turning it toward her own. “Elvis, look, we don’t have to talk about a future together this early. But I see how strong you are, how brave you are, and how tired you look. You said yourself, ‘start the new year off right.’ Let me take care of you tonight. At least this once. Let your guard down and just let me love you.”

“What are ya gonna do?” Elvis asked, trying to blink back the tears that had formed at her kind words.

“I’m going to give you a nice bath, tuck you into bed, and just hold you in my arms. Can we do that?”

Elvis nodded and let her lead him back into the bathroom. He sat on his chair and watched as she drew the bath, testing the water temperature with her wrist. She helped him up from the chair and untied his robe, slipping it off of his shoulders. She could see him blush a little bit as she slid his underwear down his legs, but he didn’t resist. She tried not to stare at his soft chubby penis dangling between his legs as she helped him into the bath, but she must have been unsuccessful.

Elvis smiled a little bit as he asked, “Why are ya blushin’, honey? I’m the one who’s standin’ here naked as the day I was born.”

“I’m sorry,” Josephine whispered, feeling the blush grow deeper. “I just want you to relax and be taken care of, but you have a very sexy body. It’s hard not to notice it.”

The smile spread across Elvis’ face as he lowered himself into the water. “You’re a real sweetheart, honey.” He lay back against the tub as Josephine found some soap and a washcloth and got to work. She gently scrubbed every part of his body – his chest, his back, his pubic area, even in between his toes. “That all feels real nice, honey.”

“I told you, it’s okay to just relax and let someone take care of you sometimes.” She swallowed nervously before continuing. “About the note I found, I know it’s personal, but please know you can always talk to me. Okay?”

Elvis just nodded but didn’t say anything more about it.

Josephine helped him out of the bath and grabbed a clean towel to dry him with. She started with his shoulders and worked her way down, kneeling to get everything from the waist down. As she gingerly dried his private area, he looked down and smiled.

“Are ya lookin’ at my sexy body again?”

Josephine laughed and nodded. “Well, there’s a big hunk of sexiness in front of my face right now.”

Elvis chuckled at that description. “Hmm, I’ve never thought of him as bein’ particularly sexy lookin.’”

“Are you crazy?” Josephine asked, looking up in surprise. “He, I mean it,” she laughed, “is very sexy.” To drive home her point, she leaned in and gave a soft kiss to his velvety smooth foreskin.

“Ooh,” Elvis responded as a little shiver went through him. “Gonna be hard ta relax if you’re doin’ stuff like that, honey.”

“Sorry, I just had to have a little taste,” Josephine smiled.

“Maybe ya can have another taste later,” Elvis teased.

Josephine led him over to the dresser and helped him into a pair of pajamas.

“I jus’ need my medicine,” Elvis said, swallowing some pills with some water before laying down on the bed.

Josephine laid down next to him, snuggling up against his chest and letting her arm wrap around his stomach, her fingertips gently massaging him.

“Baby?” Elvis asked, his words starting to slur from exhaustion.

“Yes, Elvis?”

“Thanks for not leavin’ me,” he whispered, his eyelids drooping shut. “Thanks for takin’ care of me.”

“Of course,” she responded, holding him close as he drifted off to sleep. “I love you.”

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ok ok ok so if i may be so bold as to request something, ive been enamored wiht the idea of an older, controlling, borderline abuse boyfriend jimmy, like he and reader live together on earth, and reader goes to college, while jimmy works physical jobs trying to support them both. he's a SHITTY person though, so hes jealous of any man the reader talks to, reads through their phone, makes sinde comments about their weight and appearance, and (im totally not projecting here) eventually pressures them into dropping out, for like his perfect little live in partner/gf fantasy sjdhasd feel free to do whatever with this, but this specific scenario has not left my head for days

WHEEE this was fun to write ^w^ i rushed this a bit but i just didnt want you to have to wait any longer... :p

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Jimmy Zare x fem!reader

reader uses fem terms (girl, girlfriend)

genre: how do i categorize this.... fic that makes you feel bad or horny depending on how you handle verbal abuse lol

word count: 1.8k

warnings/content: age gap, domestic abuse, manipulation, arguing, fat shaming, several references to the readers body/appearance, jimmy being the biggest asshole oh my god i hate him (i want him so bad it makes me look stupid)

(is it bad that writing about jimmy yelling at me turns me on... WOAHHH who said that .....😰 also dont kill me for the weight shaming part IM A FAT GIRL !!!!!! i like when evil men are mean to me !!!!!! RAAAH)

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"He's a good guy, he can actually be really sweet!"

That's a sentence you find yourself saying out of complete muscle memory at this point whenever someone questions why your boyfriend–... well, they question an awful lot about your boyfriend.

For example, why he's over twenty years your senior whilst you're still going to class on the weekdays. Why he doesn't allow you to see your friends, wear certain clothes, leave your apartment without him, and why he takes up so much space in your brain, completely distracting you from your own life and goals.

You've missed at least four assignments this semester alone. It's stupid, really. You thought you'd be done with obsessing and crying over boys after you graduated highschool. It's completely immature for a so-called adult like yourself, but then again, you're hardly into adulthood at all.

Jimmy, on the other hand, has a lot more life experience, many of those experiences negative. That might be why you've taken some form of pity on him, going so far as to move into his apartment so you can take care of him when you're not busy. He needs someone to make sure he doesn't fall off the deep end.

The thing is, it's become hard to fit him in your schedule, but whenever you're unable to make time for him after he comes home from work, that familiar scowl on his face indicating it was another shitty day, he throws a fit.

He'll accuse you of everything under the sun; Infidelity being the primary thing.

"You don't love me. There's someone else, isn't there? It's that one kid that asked you to help him 'study' last week, isn't it? No? Give me your fucking phone, then."

This is what you come home to everyday, so it's nothing new. In fact, you're pretty used to it by now. Though today, Jimmy seems particularly pissed.

"Where have you been?" He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, eyeing you up and down like he always does when he's about to grill you on something.

"Sorry..." You mutter, way too tired to deal with one of his moods again. "Traffic." You answer simply, not having enough energy to overexplain yourself like you normally do.

"Uh huh. Traffic." He mimics you in a way that already tells you he's not buying it. Great.

"...It's the truth." You shrink into yourself at the way he's looking at you. Contemptuous as always. You're in for another argument, it seems. A million, desperate pleas run through your mind;

'Please don't give me another lecture about how you're my only financial support, and how grateful I should be. Please don't ask to see my phone. Please don't tell me to drop out.'

But, of course, you can't actually change the outcome of this. You're gonna get yelled at. Belittled. Degraded.

"You're two hours late, and you're gonna tell me you were just stuck in traffic?" He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you.

"You're never home when you're supposed to be, and when you are home, you're all tired and upset.” He pokes a finger into your shoulder, hard. "What do you think that looks like from my point of view?"

"I'm sorry." You rub your face, exasperated. God, you wish he would shut up sometimes. Sure, he can be amicable, but lately... he's been a raging dick. Yet, you can't help but cling to the memory of his good moments. "I'll try to make it back on time tomorrow."

"Yeah? And how many times have I heard that before?" He sneers, "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"

The way he accuses you so confidently, so sure of himself... it's insulting. Does he really think that little of you? "College has been kicking my ass, Jim. You know that. I'm not hiding anything from you, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, college this, college that. Always complaining about fuckin' college," He scoffs, his eyes stay narrowed, still glaring. "How about what I'm going through? You think I'm having a great time every day at work, hm?"

"No, I–" You stammer, hating the way he's turning this around to make himself the victim. Oh, woe is him, having to provide for himself and his girlfriend. How tortured he is. "I know, alright? I'm sorry. I just– what else do you expect me to do?"

"Be here. Like you're supposed to be. And I expect you to stop acting like I'm the bad guy for asking you to be a decent girlfriend."

Jimmy's voice raises slightly as he takes a step closer, towering over your sheepish figure. He nudges your shoulder again, even rougher this time.

"I'm busting my ass every day to put food on the table, and you can't even have the decency to show up on time, let alone look happy to see me?"

"I– I am happy to see you! I am, I'm just– you don't get it. I want to be here, but... I'm not even halfway through this semester, and–" You stumble over your words as you attempt, in vain, to defend yourself. It's not like he'll ever feel sympathy for you. It's always about what he wants. What makes him happy.

Jimmy rolls his eyes at your attempt to reason with him. It's as if he doesn't even register a word you say. "But what? What's more important to you, huh? Some stupid classes, or the guy who keeps a fuckin' roof over your head and feeds you? Be grateful, goddamn it." He snaps, grabbing your arms and giving them a forceful shake.

You flinch from being handled like you're not even a human being, much less one with feelings. "Stop, please, I'm– I am grateful, I really am..." You're not lying, either. To be honest, his guilt tripping works wonders on you. Are you really acting unappreciative? He wouldn't be this upset if you were in the right...

He seems unfazed by your frightened demeanor and continues to hold a firm grip on your arms. He looks you up and down, not even having to say anything for you to know he's judging you, as a girlfriend and person in general.

"Oh, you're grateful? Then maybe you should act like it for once." Jimmy gives your arms another firm shake, a harsh reminder of who's in charge here.

"I'm not asking much of you. I just want you to be here, and you can't even do that. Do you think I'm just gonna sit back and accept that bullshit?"

"No..." You shake your head, looking down at the ground in shame. Were you really that awful? You didn't want to be a bad partner, it's the last thing you ever wanted. If you could make eye contact without feeling guilty, you'd see Jimmy's face light up with satisfaction as he finally notices you're not even bothering to put up a fight anymore.

There's a condescending lilt to his tone as he speaks, "No one will ever love you like I do. You know that?"

You nod, knowing there has to be some truth to his claim. He takes care of you, doesn't he? He keeps a roof over your head, gives you money for groceries, and he's not always that unpleasant to be around...

He's a good boyfriend. You're the problem. You always are.

"Exactly."

The grip on your arms eases, moving them to place a hand on each of your shoulders, contrastingly gentle compared to his behavior only moments ago.

"You oughta thank your lucky stars you have a man like me who puts up with all your bullshit. You get that, right? How lucky you are to be with me?"

You know he's right. You were blessed with someone who still loves you, despite your many shortcomings. You're too fat, the acne on your face and body is repulsive, the way you do your makeup is weird... all of this being things Jimmy has told you directly. At least you have an honest boyfriend, isn't that what every girl wants?

He gives your shoulder a pat, like he's treating you like a small, petulant child. "You realize I could have literally any girl I want, right? Pretty, skinny, smart ones, even. But I chose you. Because I care about you."

He pauses, letting that sink in.

"But it would help if you'd actually put the effort in to look decent." He adds as an afterthought.

You've internalized every single snide remark he's thrown your way, reminded of them every single time you look in the mirror. Yet he still loves someone like you. Someone so difficult and embarrassing to be with.

"Jim, I don't... I don't know how I'm even gonna be able to free my schedule at all with school and stuff..." You mumble guiltily. You know he wants you to drop out, he's suggested it more times than you can count.

"That right there, that's why I'm frustrated, goddamn it," He says with an exacerbated sigh. He moves one hand from your shoulder to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Why don't you get it? Dropping out isn't the end of the world. Just quit and stay home. Done. Easy."

"It's not that easy... I want to get a good job and help out too, you know..."

It's true that you want to pull your weight around your shared home. With your combined income, it'd make everything easier. But... with how shitty college makes you feel, leaving you beaten down and tired by the end of the day...

You find yourself listening to Jimmy on this for once.

He can tell you're seriously contemplating it this time, which makes him feel... more in control. He's got you thinking and believing exactly what he wants you to. Soon, he'll be able to get you to obey him without another word from you.

The thought of having you as his subservient, stay at home girlfriend is more than appealing. It's his goal to mold you into what he wants you to be.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that, I know. But you're stressing yourself half to death, and for what? Some stupid degree? Listen to me, I'm not gonna ask you again. You're just creating problems that don't need to exist. Just quit. You'll have plenty of free time that you can spend with me."

You can't deny how tempting the idea is. Hesitantly, after several moments of pondering the hypotheticals and what-ifs, you speak up,

"...I guess... dropping out wouldn't hurt too much."

He perks up at that, barely being able to contain a delighted grin. You're actually putting him and his wants first, and acknowledging that he's right. You're doing as he says, without any of the usual arguing or excuses. He'll finally have his dream complaisant, docile girlfriend to come home to every night.

It only took a month or two to finally get you to cave. You'll be easier to control from now on. Hell, maybe you'll lose some weight with some free time on your hands, stop wearing that shitty makeup...

"Good girl," He says in a patronizing tone, like he's addressing a child, "That's what wanna hear."

God, you really hope this isn't a bad idea. Jimmy looks pleased for once, so...

This decision can't possibly ruin your future too badly, right?

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What’s your take on a Leo 1H stellium? (ASC , mercury , Venus & north node)

Leo Mercury/Venus/NN in 1H

☽｡⋆ This is gives me immediate bright eyed excited for the world energy. Leo ascendants already take up the whole room when they walk in (whether they mean to or not; they naturally command attention) but with Venus here, there’s a certain magnetism that the already attractive and influential Leo ascendant has that amplifies their liveliness and ability to warm others up with their attitude and unwavering attention.

☽｡⋆ Leo Venus enjoys attention, it being in the first house either suggests you do get that attention effortlessly or that’s how your perceived. Meaning even if you don’t enjoy or think you don’t get that much attention others may look at you and assume based off first impressions and or appearances that you do in fact get a lot of positive attention.

☽｡⋆ Leo Venus in the first house can indicate the genuine and big hearted love that Leo naturally has in Venus is greatly expressed in your personality. You love to love and enjoy receiving compliments and giving them to others. "What you give is what you get" and you make sure your sending that positive energy to others tenfold.

☽｡⋆ Leo Mercury in the 1H allows for an individual to outwardly and confidently express their curiosity and thoughts to a wider audience. The fear of being wrong usually is not a problem here as the Leo mercury is so deeply authentic and genuine in its curiosity of the world/people/ideology around them that others can’t be mad/disappointed at whatever may come out of their mouth.

☽｡⋆ Leo Mercury in the 1H also shows a very expressive individual with a communication style that’s extremely dynamic and exciting. These are the type of people I could listen to tell stories about their lives for days just because of how entertaining they are.

☽���⋆ Leo Mercury in the First house can also indicate being very reactive, especially when it comes to communication, you may be the type to be somewhat performative, or liking the reactions other people give you in response to how YOU react or to what you say (shock value).

☽｡⋆ Leo Mercuries in general seem quite fun, I also love Mercury in the first as in terms of how you come across to other people, others might view you as someone who has a zest for life or constantly on a quest for more knowledge. Combining the genuine and entertaining Leo with the intellectual and communicative ruled planet mercury in your first house of how others view you illustrates an individual who is quite reactive, entertaining but genuine in thought and authentic in how you communicate.

☽｡⋆ North Node in Leo suggests stepping into the spotlight as you age/in this life time. Maybe as a kid or if you believe in past lifetimes, in a past life, would’ve been more focused on the collective and group projects. You prefer to work in groups and it feels natural to connect with and work with other people.

☽｡⋆ South Node in Aquarius suggests it might’ve felt uncomfortable taking up the spotlight, possibly the fear of being recognised, perceived or even judged could’ve gotten in the way of you attuning yourself to your North Node in Leo traits.

☽｡⋆ SN in Aqua indicates preferring to work with the team, being a team player, and collectively collaborating, working on and achieving something together for a greater cause that benefits all.

☽｡⋆ SN in Aqua can also show having a lot of empathy for humanity as a whole as a kid, possibly wanting to donate to charity, or getting involved in things/coming up with ideas as to how you can help on a global level.

☽｡⋆ NN in Leo now suggests to not let go of that collaborative, networking and humanitarian side that your SN (most comfortable state) holds, but to carry those traits with you when embracing your destiny in this life/as you age.

☽｡⋆SN in Aqua can suggest possibly being to grown for your age as a kid. Or wanting to be mature and humble over your achievements as a kid.

☽｡⋆ NN in Leo is more focused on the self, is less focused on group collaboration but is the model on the stage that is presented, the person that entertains and brings about happiness in the crowds.

☽｡⋆ NN in Leo encourages you to be more comfortable in the lime light and to never lower or dismiss your achievements but to openly celebrate with friends and loved ones.

☽｡⋆ NN in Leo is encouraging you to move away from collective effort and more onto the natural creative side you have within and to share it with the community, audience, wider world.

☽｡⋆SN in Aqua might’ve been too focused on what other people needed, what society wanted from them and how they can contribute to society, NN in Leo encourages you to instead harvest and develop your personal talents not for humanity, nor a greater cause or society bur for yourself. By putting yourself first and using your talents and or hobbies to enrich your inner world and mental well-being will you then be able to achieve your SN in Aqua dream of being able to help others on a grand scale.

☽｡⋆This could literally be through any outlet, but because it’s NN in Leo, more than likely a creative pursuit. Music, Painting, Acting, Drawing, Dancing etc anything that’s creative and that calls to heal your inner child that was neglected to focus on bigger things at a young age, do that as it will heal you and eventually heal others.

☽｡⋆ NN in Leo= get comfortable being your more authentic and creative self in FRONT of people, show yourself off and be appreciative of what others have done for you as well as what you have done for yourself, move towards positions where you can take charge, be the centre of attention, be the creator (despite how uncomfortable and or how scary it might feel)

☽｡⋆The accuracy of these observations will vary and are all dependant on other placements in your chart, the aspects that are being made to Mercury, Venus, and North node (are they more harmonious or challenging) as well as if they’re conjuncting the Asc, if you have a Day Chart or a Night chart, and the overall strength and dignity of these planets.

(P.S I wrote this on my phone there may be grammar mistakes)