#maybe soul overreacted a LITTLE before

[maybedr3am]

Again, something small and silly, some kind of apology it would be?

Mind didn't let it there ☝️⬆️⬆️⬆️

[nichuuu]

From Eden

Jeon Heejin x M reader

(1st instalment of De Selby)

PSA: This shit has not seen the editing board because I'm lazy. Fell off real hard. Sorry gang.

Word count: 10k

You liked to think that your first meeting with her after all those years was a fluke. 

As it went for most people who went their separate ways at a point in their lives: there was history between you and Jeon Heejin. It was a little more choppy than you’d like to admit, but it formed the crux of your relationship and you couldn’t just ignore it. She seemed to find no qualms in forgetting what happened between the two of you. And as you caught up with her at a booth seat in some club you guys bumped into each other at, you wondered if you’d overreacted when the two of you had your falling out.

She was possibly kinda bad company for the night – not exactly a face you wanted to see three beers in and ditched by the rest of your friends cause they all got too drunk and found themselves booted from this hellhole. But at the end of the day, they all say that it’s better to be in poor company than to be alone. 

***

To whatever gods that were out there, you thanked all of them collectively for the fact that the toilet that she’d dragged you into was empty. You hoped that the cubicle door was enough to keep whatever was happening in the bathroom privy to its occupants. The music that pulsed on outside the bathroom should be enough to cover you right? 

Heejin—as usual—had no qualms about skipping past the usual formalities of intimacy. Those deft hands were on your belt faster than you could utter her name, and your cock was in her hand before you even knew it. She was gentle with you, stroking you considerately as she laid a hand on your chest. Those fingers made you tingle from the tip down, pushing you to new levels of pleasure you’d no idea you could experience. They gripped you lightly yet firmly, applying pressure at all the right spots to make your toes curl in your shoes and your muscles tense throughout your body. You could only wonder: did she know what she was doing to you? Or was she just getting really lucky. However sordid this situation was, it felt right to you… and maybe to her as well.

“Jesus Heejin”--your hissing through your teeth. It sounds a little more aggressive than you’d like, but you know she’d have no qualms about it anyway–“you sure know your way around a dick.”

The smirk on her face was snitching on the fact that she definitely knew what she was doing. She leaned in, flushing herself against your chest while she continued to deliver languid strokes to the rock hard meat in her hand. “Thanks… He loves a nice handjob from time to time, though I always imagine myself giving it to you instead of him to get into it..”

You summoned the strength to look into her eyes – really gaze deep into those lustful, beautiful orbs she’d been blessed with. Past the want and need, there was an undeniable look of sincerity she held, a wordless soulful confession to you that she had always fantasised you in place of her ‘lover’. It drove you to push a little further, “and what are you thinking about now that I’m actually the one you’re giving it to?”

Heejin thought about it for a moment, almost as if she had a million and one answers that could express her carnal desires. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past her to actually harbour a million and one answers. She was always a wild thinker in many aspects. She was also diligent, and that translated into the way her hand hadn’t stopped moving throughout the eternity (it was shorter than that, but it sure felt like it) she took to produce a congenial answer. 

“Now that you’re actually here,” she finally answered, making sure to hit you with a smile that blurred the distinct line between sweet and sultry, “I’m thinking about how good you’re gonna fill me with this pretty, thick cock.”

“Pretty?” you couldn’t help but chuckle. You’d heard and read of many ways that people described dicks, but never in your life would you ever expect the word ‘pretty’ to be amongst that mix. Heejin giggled – one of mischief and ‘know-it-all’ energy. It’s pretty – her grip around you tightened, squeezing you with pleasurable force as her movements quickened almost in sync with your breathing – because I like the way it feels in my hand… and I know that this cock is gonna be better than anything that he’ll ever give me. 

She stopped, putting a jarring halt to the pleasure that surged through your system. Her hand on your chest snaked up to your cheek – a sweet action that almost took the pure filth out of the words that followed. “I want you to fuck me–no, own me.”

It felt almost like a command in the way that you immediately wanted to fulfill her request. Her thumb traces circles on your face; her speech only gets filthier, “fuck me like I’m yours. Make me cum so hard that I forget all about him.”

You found yourself back in control of the part of your brain that controls the facilities of your speech and movement. You gingery held the wrist that was delivering those soft strokes of heaven just moments ago and pulled her hand off your throbbing shaft. As much as you’d love to have her jerk you off, there were more pressing matters at hand – namely the situation of her clothing and the fact that it was still on her. You wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close.

“Heejin darling,” you whispered, relishing the way she shivered as your warm breath made contact with her ear. “I can’t do much if you still have all of these damned clothes on.”

She quickly recognised the game that you were playing and was eager to match you step-for-step. She held your gaze as she hooked a finger into the top of the tube top that adorned that wonderful figure and—rather enthusiastically—pulled it down. The nipple covers were quickly discarded and her small, perky breasts caught your gaze. Judging from her smile, she loved that you were staring. 

“You’re nice”, she told you, moving some hair out her face like you were looking there of all places. “He’s always commanding me: take off your clothes, do this, do that… I could get very used to you.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. Her constant comparison of you and the man she was supposed to be loving was making you feel a little better about yourself (even though you knew that was far from the intended effect). You’d like to return the favour; you began running kisses down her body – starting from her lips before making your way down to her collarbone. Her shuddering sighs told you that you were doing something right, and you endeavored to keep up your performance for the rest of… Well… Whatever this session was.

“God… you’re fucking perfect, you know?” you informed her, wondering if she ever knew how much you adored that body of hers. Yes, you were more wholesome at a younger age – looking at her soft features and dorky personality to decide that you liked her. However, innocence never stopped you from stealing a glance or two at her ass when she wore tight jeans or a quick look at her slim figure whenever she wore anything that hugged her body like a glove. You’d never know if she ever caught you looking, but now you’re glad she knows that you are giving her your fullest attention (it was hard not to really).

You weren’t sure if her cheeks were flushing because of your comment or if she was just getting turned on. Either way, she still had remarks to deliver, “perfect is a little strong, but I’ll take the comment because I’m just so humble.”

Mischief was and would always be her idiosyncrasy.

A creak made both of you freeze. Female voices filled the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of heels clacking against the floor as your little getaway location was patronised by unwelcome guests. 

“Ugh… This damned contact lens is not coming out,” an identified voice carped. It sounded like the woman who said it was just in front of the stall that you were in. Judging from the slight look of annoyance that crossed Heejin’s face, you deduced that those were fellow bridesmaids who were in there together with you. With the same expression lingering on her soft features, she reached down and unclasped her jeans. She unzipped them slightly before pulling them down – past the delightful curve of her waist and till they were halfway down her supple thighs.

“Do you need help?” another voice rings out. Heels striked against the floor as another female occupant moved to join the scene; Heejin moved to grab you by the cock and pull you closer (as if the two of you weren’t already skin to skin in that stall).

“Fuck me now,” she hissed, an almost angry look filling her eyes. It was like she was being fuelled by the annoyance that stemmed from the presence of her fellow bridesmaids – using it as an excuse to quickly get filled with cock and have it pumping in and out of her within the next few seconds or so. She was lucky that you were taught to never keep a girl waiting.

Your movements are quick and firm; grabbing her by the waist and turning her around. Her gasp was telling of her surprise towards your sudden movements, but the grin that followed when she turned halfway around to you to watch as you pulled down her underwear told you that she liked how things were moving. Never in your life would you have imagined this: you and Jeon Heejin – each of you half naked in your own respects in a bathroom stall while people chatted freely beyond the wall of the stall. If the teenage version of yourself ever found out about this, you didn’t know how he’d respond.

Your right hand snaked down towards her crotch, and you are pleasantly surprised to find the slick wetness that could very well be running down the inside of her thigh. You could always check, but you liked to imagine. You took your shaft in your right hand. She bent slightly at the waist, her hands pressed against the white wall of the stall. The rest of her tight frame joined her hands soon after you parted the wet lips of her cunt and hilted yourself inside of her. 

Her insides felt like a warm embrace – better than you could’ve ever imagined it to be. It felt like a perfect fit; the throbbing meat within her walls filled her perfectly and felt every small movement the flesh could ever register. To call it heavenly would be downplaying the sheer pleasure she was bringing just by letting you be inside of her. Jeon Heejin felt like something unreal, unfathomable. You doubted that your hastily crafted description of her sweet wet cunt could allow one to process this taste of heaven.

Heejin let out a sharp gasp – loud enough for only the two of you to hear and loud enough for you to know that she too was unprepared for this new experience. From the way the muscles on her back tensed as her walls tightened around you, it felt as if her body was welcoming you. It was almost like she was subconsciously pulling you closer, deeper. You could get very used to this.

You revel in it a little, take in the feelings, the new sensation; the sound of the intentional soft breaths that the two of you were taking. This was certainly a novelty for you, and if you were being very honest with yourself: the events that led up to this moment felt a little too much like a fever dream. You half expected yourself to wake up in the next few seconds, or maybe—

“What are you waiting for?”–of course. It had to be her to really cement the fact that this whole thing was actually real. Sure, it’s inconceivable; but no imaginative power of yours could ever replicate the sarcasm (splashed with hunger) behind her voice, nor could you visualise the smouldering look in her eyes as she bit her lip–“your dick is in me. Do something with it.”

It felt like a challenge. She knew damn well that you always took up her challenges.

Withdrawing yourself from the warmth of her slick, you took a moment to cast your gaze downward. You appreciate the sight of your shaft glistening in her juices for a moment—and only a moment. There were pressing matters at hand—before thrusting back into her and reacquainting yourself with the warmth of her walls. You’d have loved to get into this slowly; unfortunately, Heejin chose the worst possible place to get it on. You’d have to live with her choices (and this isn’t exactly new for you).

And as a third voice joins the fray outside your stall—I think I have some eye drops here. Maybe that could help?—you began pumping yourself in and out of her, slow and controlled with full strokes that filled her to the brim. The voices continued to fill the bathroom as the three anonymous patrons struggled with one of their lenses; you struggled to keep yourself together inside of Heejin’s hot wet cunt. 

“F-Fuck yes,” she hissed. Don’t worry, it was soft. Or you could just be too absorbed by the delightful sound of wet squelching as your shaft appears and disappears between her legs to notice that she may be a tad loud. Even if it was, the trouble outside was enough to keep the other three  “I can’t believe I’m finally getting this dick. God… You’re so… Oh my god.”

It humoured you to see her in this state, though laughing at her would be the pot calling the kettle black; you yourself were trying to hold on to something tangible—that wasn’t her waist cause hot damn was your grip on it doing a number on you. Counterintuitive, but hot nonetheless—to keep you grounded in your senses. Slip up and you’d be dealing with the risk of being found in a girl’s bathroom. 

“Jesus Heejin”–you were trying your best to throw in some dirty talk. It would help to spice things up if it weren’t for the fact that your own words were failing you. Your mind was almost completely consumed by the warm squeeze of her pussy, the small twitches of her walls as you drilled yourself into her tight frame like you were slowly nailing a painting onto the wall of the cramped stall. Actually, you were nailing a painting to the wall of the stall: the way her body moved and responded to your thrusts could easily be considered fine art in your books; her body could be considered a canvas given its pale complexion and its smooth surface. Heejin was an art piece herself – a complicated mix of emotions that could take the place of colour and a mind so complex that no composition could ever capture its essence. Good god… You were hooked on this girl–”you have no idea how fucking good you feel around my cock.”

To be clear: from the moment you started fucking her, she hadn’t turned back to face the wall. This whole time she’d been facing you – eyes smoking under the fire of passion and her mouth slightly parted as if her soft moans and sighs were keeping them permanently open. Simply put – she was hot. If you were to discard the complications behind the sex, one could easily classify this as plain, passionate and simple fucking (in a highly risky scenario that could jeopardize both of your reputations, mainly Heejin’s) between two people who have longed for each other. But the plainness of that sounded unappealing to you; the enthralling fact about this was the complexity of the situation – the thrill behind the immorality of it and the sheer risk behind satisfying your own desires. As she gasped when your hands found purchase in her soft breasts, you wondered if she had the same thoughts running through your head as you (though from the looks of it, she was purely enjoying the sex and probably leaving her thoughts behind. Words fail in times like these – you’d be one to know).

Her voice is unsteady as she hissed through her teeth—harder. Fucking give it to me like I’m yours—to perversely request for more than what you were giving her. To see her this uncouth enthralled you to no end. With one hand on her left tit, you moved to secure her hair in a bunch in your other hand. Her hair was a little far from silky—no doubt from all the dye that it’d seen—but it provided friction for you to grip onto her strands with ease as you decreased the intervals between your thrusts. The sound of wet squelching began to permeate the stall, and it was starting to be accompanied by the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin as you struggled to control your desires to rail the girl before you. Thankfully, the cries of victory from the women outside masked the unsavoury sounds.

“Thank god!” one of them, presumably the one who had their contact lens stuck. You’d affectionately refer to them as ‘Eyes’. “I thought it’d be in there forever. Thanks guys.”

“No worries”, another chimed. It was the second voice you heard when all of them entered. She’d be ‘Two’. “Normally you could take this to Heejin. She’d get you fixed up in a flash.”

“Really?” the third asked. You’ll call her ‘Three’. “Do idols get their contacts stuck a lot?”

“Probably,” Eyes mused, “all that dancing on stage probably isn’t suited for glasses, and who knows what type of contacts their stylists have them on.”

Heejin catched your gaze. Struggling to control her breathing, she managed to confirm Eye’s statement—she’s… kinda right. Oh fuck…—before you pulled back firmly on her hair to shut her mouth. Don’t be mistaken: you loved her personality and all, but now really wasn’t the time for it to shine. For good measure, you sealed her lips with a kiss – sloppy and clumsy and hurried. You squeezed her breast a little harder. 

“Where is she anyway?” Three asked. “I haven’t seen her since she left to go talk to that friend of hers…”

A tongue click of disapproval could be heard. You could imagine that it was followed by a tongue wave of dismissal from the way Two commented, “leave her be. She rarely gets to get out of her schedule. Probably trying to catch up with some old friends or something…”

There was a hum of agreement; Heejin moaned straight into your mouth as you captured her nipple between your fingers and squeezed. If the women outside knew how Heejin was ‘catching up’ with you, you didn’t know how they’d react to the sight of her being fucked raw in a bathroom stall meters away from them. You didn’t know how she was getting away with this, but you weren’t exactly complaining. If it wasn’t for understanding bridesmaids, you wouldn't be able to make a wet mess out of her. Maybe you’d thank them later, but you’d decide on that after you were done with Heejin.

“Was that the guy she was talking about the other day?” Two inquired. You had no idea what she looked like, and it scared you a little that she’d seen your face.

There was a moment of pause before Eyes quipped, “what guy?”

Silence followed Eyes’ question. For a second, you were worried that they’d all picked up on the lewd sounds of you fucking the very girl that they were speaking of. You held your breath, but you didn’t stop pumping your shaft between Heejin’s legs. She was almost like a lifeline – a slick and wet and oh-so-hot one that was keeping grounded in your senses while hooking to the sensation of the slick thrusts inside her pussy. Miracle drug… Or maybe just a drug – either way: Heejin was everything to you right now. Listening in on their conversation was just so that you wouldn’t be found during your few minutes in heaven.

“Nevermind. I think I wasn’t supposed to talk about that,” Two muttered. “Let’s get out of here before someone spikes our drink or something.”

They began discussing more mundane things, and you couldn’t care less about them because all that really mattered was the fact that their voices were fading away. You waited till you heard the sound of the creaky door closing to relinquish Heejin’s lips from your possession. She let out a gasp of air, followed by a desperate cry – loud and pleading now that she had the freedom to speak.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she hissed. It was almost a snarl really. “Cum with me. Please.”

She was lucky that you: a) had a really big soft spot for her and; b) knew better than to turn a nice girl down.

With a grunt, the hand on her breast shoots to her throat, gripping it tightly as you frantically fuck Heejin to catch up with her imminent orgasm. She was into it, reciprocating by accompanying your hand on her throat and squeezing even tighter. She lets strained cries tumble from her mouth—Oh yes baby… I’m yours. Oh fuck… Oh my fucking god… You’re gonna make me cum so hard—her wells squeezing tighter and tighter around you. Husky was her voice as she pleaded with you to take your liberties—Fucking cum anywhere you like. I just want to be yours—with her, and she was practically shaking in your grasp as you drove yourself closer and closer to the point of no return inside her wet tight walls. Everything – your heart and soul and whatever – pointed you towards making a huge mess out of the women in your arms, and you endeavoured to achieve that goal one way or another.

The tingling at the base of your cock was steadily growing up your shaft. Your thoughts blurred together, nullifying and cancelling each other out till all you could think of was her. With every pump into her, you told yourself that she was yours to take. With every sigh that left her lips, you thought about how many times she pictured this moment in her head. With each gasp and sigh and moan and cry, you fought the urge to hiss through your teeth—Heejin, I love you so much—and admit your feelings for her and how much you’ve missed her touch; tell her how no one made you feel like she could; let her know that for all these years, you’d longed to reconnect with her and sort things out once and for all. Sweet thoughts; perverse desires. The latter wins – all that comes out of your mouth is, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

And it happened. A little quicker than you’d have liked but there was no way to control the course that the lust of man would take you down. Your cock pops out of Heejin’s heat, glistening with her slick wetness as you pump yourself to completion with your free hand. The hand on Heejin’s throat was pulled down to her crotch, and she used your fingers to rub the swollen nub of her clit as the first ropes of semen shot out and landed on her lower back. She came as the second rope landed on the swell of her left ass cheek, and her knees buckled as the third and fourth spurts hit the fabric of her tube top and the right side of her lower back respectively. You lost track of the rest of your load as Heejin leaned against you, quaking as her orgasm struck her in waves and your load continued to streak her back. It all was so fast. You wondered how either you managed to process your actions in the moment. 

She panted against you, sweaty and spent as she closed her eyes and caught her breath. Your dick stayed flushed against the small of her back, slick with a mix of fluids from you and her. Your hand at her crotch slowly rubs circles into her clit, easing her off her peak and giving you something else to focus on other than how beautiful she looked. You feared that if you stared too long, you’d say something that you didn’t want her to know. The last thing you wanted was to have that moment of intimacy—facilitated by the afterglow of really good sex—to be ruined by some stupid feelings.

“Hey,” she whispered – all soft and tender as she opened her eyes to stare up at you. “That was fucking incredible.”

You managed a chuckle, restraining the urge to kiss her where she stood. She smiled, reached up to cup your cheek as you stared deep into her eyes. For a moment, the world went silent for you and her.

Then she pulled you down to her, kissed you where she stood. The position was a little awkward, your noses bumping each other at odd spots on your faces as she let the sweet nectar that was her lips grace your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced, different from the kiss you’d given her in the midst of fucking her. It felt so right, so tender.

She released your lips with a soft smack, positively glowing as she gazed into your eyes for a little bit longer. 

“Keep this between us,” she whispered, “I love you. I always have.”

***

You stared blankly at her. It was all you could do really.

“What part of this can’t you understand?” she asked. The anger behind her voice was potent, palpable. “I have a boyfriend. Stay away.”

In your hand, the note that you’d plan to hand her felt a little lighter than it had when you first approached. Wishful thinking had you delusional; there was no chance that she would ever go to that dance with you. 

You thought that maybe the friendship could coax her into it – that maybe the years of what almost felt like kinship would drive her to just hear you out for a little bit; yet you seemed to forget that love is blind and can cloud your judgement.

In a moment, it felt like everything you’d built with her had turned to ashes.

***

“Indulge me Heejin. Bring me through your thought process.”

On the bed of your apartment, Heejin tosses her phone aside. Languidly, she flips onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as her elbow dents the pillow. 

“I know,” she mutters, a little bit shamefully if you might add. “Dating another guy to make you jealous and confess is a classic fanfiction folly and all… But I was desperate.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You know that we could’ve just… talked, right?”

Her lips form a line. She sighs and lets her head flop back onto the pillow with a bit of a thump. To be very clear: you aren’t asking her all these questions to guilt trip her into an apology. You are genuinely curious to understand how she was thinking at the period in your lives. It’s a good point of reflection for the both of you considering you both screwed up in one way or another, and maybe even a good chance to offload some emotional baggage. You’ll admit – finding out that she’d dated the guy she was currently with just to get you to run to her and confess your love in highschool was a bit of a shocking discovery. It was foolish, yes… But you wondered why Heejin of all women would resort to such methods. She could be awfully blunt when she wanted to be, and somehow even more blunt when she was telling you that you looked like shit in skinny jeans. You never knew as one to shy away from a confrontation when necessary, and even though she could be a bit of a big dork, she was emotionally aware enough to understand that communication would easily have settled your feelings for each other.

Heejin rolls in the bed, moving close to you so that she can throw an arm around you as she asks, “you’re not mad right?”

“No. Just curious,” you tell her truthfully. She’s silent for a moment, then she looks you in the eyes and opens up: I always meant to talk to you about it. When I heard from Haesul that you liked me I… I was just ecstatic. You were everything I wanted in a man, and I really just wanted to make you mine. Believe me when I say that I wanted to just run to you after the school bell rang and tell you that I loved you too… and maybe ask you out on a date the next weekend.

Her thumb traces circles on your back. You can tell that she’s being sincere from the way she never shies from your gaze. She continues, “but as I’m running to your class down the hall… This guy comes up to me and just tells me that he’s been crushing on me for years and wants to date me. I want to tell him ‘no’ on the spot. I really did. But I see an opportunity to… I dunno… Spice things up a little.”

And you can guess the rest of the story, but you just want to hear her say it just to be sure. Sure enough, she tells you the exact line that you predicted out of her—one thing led to another and then… well, here we are—and you can’t help but chuckle. The whole thing is pretty damn foolish to be honest, and you recognise the fact that if you’d just acted a little less rashly, maybe you wouldn’t have had to go down the path that you did. It’s a folly of the past but it does bring some shame to your present.

“I’m sorry”—she surprises you with this one. You assumed that you guys are past the stage of reconciliation at this point. I mean… You did fuck in a bathroom before she texted you after the wedding she was attending, so it would be kinda right to just conclude that you guys pre-fired the make-up sex—“I was rash and stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising again?” you ask her, “I thought we were through with the sob ‘sorry’s and what-nots.”

“Just for good measure,” she whispers, a gleam in her eyes as she shifts around in your bed a little. “You can never be too careful when it comes to these types of things. Don’t want to make you an enemy again, do I?”

“That wouldn’t be too bad,” you reason, albeit playful rather than serious. She recognises that and scoffs as you continue, “they say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“So what I’m hearing is: you’d stay for the hate sex,” she fires back. You smile.

“Not quite… But somewhat.”

Heejin sighs and slaps your leg. You secretly like pissing her off a little, but she didn’t need to know. 

“Now mister,” she says, hijacking the course of the conversation. “Indulge me and bring me through your thought process, and this isn’t about highschool by the way.”

She presses herself up against you, and you feel her hand slide down your torso and to your crotch.

“Tell me,” she whispers, a bit of smoky sultriness sneaking its way into her voice. “Why are you so fucking hard?”

It’s here that you realise that you’ve kinda walked into a trap. Not that what’s about to proceed is bad or anything, but it’s just that you’re a little disappointed that you hadn’t spotted this a little earlier. There were signs that you ignored when you saw her in your bed – namely the fact that she was wearing a see-through sleeveless dress that had a plunging neckline. If that wasn’t enough, she was blatantly playing with herself when you walked in, staring at her phone with this blanked out expression while her fingers worked between her thighs. If it weren’t for your questions about her relationship decisions, the two of you would probably have been naked and sweating in your bed right now. 

“Can I guy not be excited by a pretty girl?” you’re not trying to play innocent, but you are seeing how far it can get you in this situation just for fun.

“Not this guy.” Heejin’s fingers snake around your cock, gripping it lightly through your pants. “And definitely not when it comes to this girl.”

You chuckle softly and catch her hand at your crotch. You pull it away and lean in to whisper into her ear, “don’t worry Heejin. I’m not ignoring the fact that you’re wearing the easiest thing for me to fuck you in.”

Her eyes brighten. “So you did notice…”

And the kiss that follows is far from tame really. You’re at fault for this one since you initiated it, but that knowledge doesn’t stop you from keeping your hands to yourself as you reach down and locate her pussy. Okay wait, you’re making it sound like it took you some effort to find it when you really only took about a second; it’s really easy considering that the panties she’s wearing were so sheer and thin that you could hardly consider it underwear. It was probably more like a concept of clothing than an actual, tangible thing. And her dress? The hem was a lot shorter than it looked. She probably hiked it up or something.

You’re unsurprised by the slick wetness of her cunt practically dripping out of her at this juncture. She’s probably been holding it in for a while now – suppressing all that lust and hunger to talk about feelings for some 30 minutes before she finally gets the chance to let loose on you. Hats off to her really: she had more control than you’d credit her for.

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, latheing your fingers in her juices by dipping them in between her undoubtedly flushed lips. “So wet for me already.”

“Wetter than I’ll ever be for him,” she sighs, almost breathlessly as she shuts her eyes to enjoy the sensation of your fingers getting familiar with her warm cunt. “You should—mmph… you should be grateful that I’m actually attracted to you.”

“I feel honoured.” you’re being genuine with her, but right now it comes off more as a sarcastic passing comment that leans towards the more tame side of dirty talk. Either way, anything you say would probably end with her putting your dick into one—or maybe all—of her holes and using it to her liking. Not that you’re complaining or anything, but it’s just the way the cookie crumbles. There’s no stopping Heejin’s desire, and there really isn’t a point to trying to stop it. You’d be missing out on, like, a lot. “Though, no pressure, I’d be more honoured if you actually did something about that attraction.”

She smiles, borderline sadistic and a bit more enthusiastic than you’re used to. Her hands are deft as she quickly undoes the knot that keeps your sweatpants around your waist, pulls it off eagerly and makes quick work of your boxers. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing as she slides out of bed to discard her dress. In record time, she’s between your legs and stroking your shaft with patient strokes of her hand. The cheeky comments that you had beforehand quickly sank back down your chest – replaced by an earthy groan that only Heejin was capable of drawing out of you. 

“You know… I was doing a bit of thinking,” she tells you.

“You do a lot of that.”

Heejin has no comments, only a cheeky little grin as she breathes warm air onto the tip of your cock. It makes you shudder, surging pleasure through your veins down to your bones. She’s oddly good at making you squirm, and you’re not too sure how to feel about that.

“Anyway,” she continues, unfazed by what she’d just done to you. “Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was about to suggest that maybe I could cross out one of my fantasies today.”

You’re no stranger to her wild thoughts that could probably fight that of Sabrina Carpenter. As you’d recently found out: fucking in a bathroom stall was one of many wild fantasies that she’d been wanting to cross out. Now that she had you, she’d been busy crossing more and more of them out. The whole infidelity thing was already a major part of her list considering the fact that she’s doing it with you instead of her ‘official’ partner, and things only get wilder from there. Sex with her can sometimes be like exposure therapy, not that you’ve done it before or anything. 

“And which one are we ruling out today?” you inquire, watching with great interest as she produces her phone from below the mattress and swipes through it eagerly. You never saw her grab the damn thing, but you figured that you were probably too preoccupied with the sight of her undressing to take notice. By the way: the entire time that the two of you had been talking? Yeah, she’s been stroking you through all of that. One can only imagine how you were feeling at the moment.

When you saw her phone, you thought that she was going to open her notes app and start looking through her kinks or something. Nothing prepares you for the sound of a dial tone, and you can only watch as she lays the phone next to your thigh, just out of your reach. 

“No prizes for guessing who I’m calling,” she grins, almost too innocently for your taste. “Try not to make too much noise okay?”

And before anything can be said, she slacks her jaw and draws you into the warm wet depths of her mouth. 

The dial tone only continues as Heejin goes still – adjusting to your size and length and taste and shape and whatever she needs to configure herself to. Frankly: if she’d just started sucking you off with that tight seal around your cock, you would’ve been in perdition in mere seconds after she starts. So you give a small thanks to whoever’s watching over you from up above, and you pray that the person on the other end of the line doesn't pick up. While you utter that silent prayer, Heejin’s tongue introduces itself to your tip, sliding almost gracefully over the head of your cock as her phone rings for the nth time. Another ring; her tongue flattens itself against the base of your dick and melts itself to the surface. You grit your teeth, fearful that the moment you make a sound, the other party would pick up and hear it. She slides up in a fluid motion, almost perfectly seamless if she hadn’t gone too far up too fast. Your cock ends up hitting her in the chin, and she smiles as if it were some cute thing that she was taking care of. 

“Heejin,” you grunt, keeping an eye on the phone screen in fear for both of your lives. “Let’s not—”

The caller chooses that moment to pick up, and this is where the game starts. Your lips shut so fast it feels almost automatic, and Heejin tears her eyes away from yours to focus on the other player of this perverse game. 

“Hi baby,” she greets her ‘lover’, all sweet and cute like she isn’t pumping your saliva-slick shaft in her hand as she calls him a pet name. “I was missing you, so I called.”

“Oh… I’m kinda busy now.” he sounds highly uninterested in her, tone dull and dry as Heejin takes a moment to give your cock a squeeze. “Can you call me back another time?”

For a moment, you’re ecstatic. Maybe you wouldn’t have to be subject to her games this time. 

“Quick chat. Promise,” Heejin fires back. She smiles wickedly, relishing the look on your face as you stare at her in a mix of shock and horror. “Just tell me about your day so far. It’s so hard to wait for you to get home to tell me about your day.”

There’s a moment of silence. Heejin takes advantage of the situation; she puts you back into her mouth and makes quick, sloppy work of your cock. The sound of slurping and gurgling is almost deafening, and there’s no way in hell that this man on the other side of the phone was not hearing all of this as Heejin blew you. You tilt your head back, clenching your teeth to prevent the guttural groan that’s building up deep within your chest from escaping your body. You’re hoping deep breaths of air can fill the space – block the desire to cry out in pleasure at the cusp of being translated into phonetics.

“Fine.” you’re almost grateful to hear that dull voice. “I’ve just been doing some filing and some paperwork… Nothing much really.” 

“Mhm,” Heejin mumbles, your cock still in her mouth. She frees it for a second to deliver a line—that sounds like super important work babe—that’s definitely sarcastic in her head and in concept, but masterfully manipulated to sound sincere and enthusiastic. “Anything else?”

“Uh… No.”

Heejin seems almost too gleeful between your legs. “Great. I’ll give you a quick run-down of my day then.”

She proceeds to give him utter bullshit, lying through her teeth about lazing around in her dorm and eating yoghurt. All the while she’s lazily delivering firm pumps to your cock, the sound of her spit squelching in her own hand a little too loud for your liking. Then she starts twisting, and you feel as if all hell is breaking loose inside of you. Your throat is pricked with the sharp gasps that are fighting to be let out of your mouth, skin tingling with the effervescence of pleasure racing through just about every vein in your body. You’re certain you have a knuckle-white grip on your sheets as uses her thumb to rub against the underside of your slit while her other fingers pull the skin around your head tight to keep the sensitive part of you exposed to her impending assault. 

“Oh, and by the way,” she adds, and you’re wondering what other lies she’s capable of generating right now. “I got a call from my old friend that I met at the club before the wedding… He says he wants to be my personal photographer.”

And now you’re shocked and stunned. What was a passing joke yesterday is now being used against you in a way that you can’t even fathom. Heejin revels in the silence—and all the emotions that could possibly be engendered by that single statement—as she smiles and licks you from base to tip. The layer of saliva around your cock thickens, and she uses that to get more aggressive with her motions. You didn’t know if she has limits to her cruelty, and you really hope that she’s reaching it soon. 

“You know how I feel about that guy…” he begins.

“I know, I know… I’m just telling you to keep you in the know.”—her dismissal of his worries is quick and almost genuine if it weren’t for the fact that she was going against his wishes while she assuages his worries—”wouldn’t want to fight with you again, would I?”

He grunts in agreement. “Stay away from him baby. He’s bad company.”

“Yeah,” she hums, locking eyes with you as she hovers her mouth over your tip. She gives it a swipe of her tongue, smiling as you grimace under the pressure that shoots up from your crotch. “He’s such a bad guy…”

Not that you’re into this or anything, but hearing that drawl—sinful and sultry; raunchy and earthy—made your breath hitch a little. Sure, you’re no stranger to Heejin’s sensual side; but this was a bit of her that you had yet to experience. It felt like she’d dug up a new side to her, something unearthed and unaired, and you’ll be the only one to see it. She could take your breath away in many ways and you’d just found another.

The man on the other end grunts once more. With a gruff “Alright. I’ll text you later”, he hangs up on Heejin, leaving you free to let out the breath that you’d been holding in up till that point. 

“Isn’t he a bundle of sunshine?” Heejin drops the facade almost instantly, using the hand that wasn’t occupied with your cock to retrieve her phone. “Five minutes and twenty-seven seconds… Huh. That’s longer than most of our calls.”

You can only pant and watch as she giggles and tosses her phone aside. She crawls back up the bed and takes your lips into hers, and you’d like to think that it’s a sweet apology for the hell she’d just put you through. Deep down you know it wasn’t, but you’re in the mood for some wishful thinking after what you went through.

“Not sure if I’m being greedy here,” Heejin whispers, “but I’d like you to indulge me just a little more…”

“I’d like to hear this one through first,” you quickly request, because no way in hell were you about to live through those 5 minutes and 27 seconds for a second time. “Can’t let you bite off more than you can chew.”

Heejin laughs, fully aware where this was coming from. 

“Don’t worry. I think you’ll like this one,” she assures you, placing a hand on your chest for good measure. “Hand on my heart, honest-to-god: you’ll love this one as much as the next guy.”

You couldn’t help it. You had to check her – match her step for step.

“Considering that I just saw you lie through your teeth, I think it’s fair to say that I don’t quite trust you,” you tell her as plainly as you can. And it’s not that you actually don’t, but more so the fact that you’re just baiting her into saying something really raunchy that’ll rile the two of you up to no end. Depravity is the root of really good sex after all.

“I promise you,” her lips tilt at an angle as she smiles, “when we're done with this one, I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”

***

You figured that she’d come to you with the news at some point – tell you that he’d found her out and that things are gonna happen and blah blah. What you didn’t expect was for her to show up in the middle of the night to be a bearer of bad news.

“Went back to get a sweater that I’d forgotten,” Heejin’s explaining, a can of beer in her hand and fry in the other. “Open the door and next thing I know, the fucker’s blowing up on me in my face.”

She takes a swig and sighs. “Never liked him anyway… We fought more than we talked. Before you ask, make-up sex was horrible.”

You can only frown and nod in sympathy. You’re complicit in this whole ordeal and so don’t have much of a say in this thing. Guilty as charged, red-handed and whatever. You’re just glad that he didn't come over and beat you up like she said he would. Heejin downs the rest of the beer in the can in a gulp and gently places it on your table.

“Is anything gonna happen to you?” you can’t help but ask out of concern. 

Her smile assures you a little, but her words don’t, “honestly? I don’t know. I’ll find out if my publicist gives me hell tomorrow.”

She rises from her seat. “I’m just glad it’s over,” she says. “Don’t know how much longer I could’ve lived with that dry son of a bitch.”

Her sweater comes off her body. She tosses it at you. In her T-shirt, she struts towards the bedroom, stops in the doorway. With a look over her shoulder, she beckons you to join her—come make my night, would ya?—before slipping into the room.

Always a dance with her.

***

You’re starting to question where Heejin draws the line between her sex life and her regular life. 

(You’ve said this about a thousand times by now, but) Not that you’re carping or whatever, it’s just that sex on the kitchen counter while your instant noodles are clearly being overdone in the pot a few meters away is a bit of a safety hazard. You’re no chef, but bubble frothing out of a closed pot really isn’t a good sign.

“Heejin,” you say, struggling to fit her name between the ragged breaths and frantic thrusts. 

“I know,” she rasps in reply. “Ngh… We can… Turn it off later. I’m so close.”

Pretty solid reasoning in your opinion.

How you got into this situation is a bit more complicated that you’d care to explain, but let’s just say that a late night snack can quickly turn into a literal fuck-fest when Jeon Heejin palmed the shape of your boner as you put a pack of instant noodles into a boiling pot. You didn’t know what came over you really, but after the noodles went in and the pot lid was closed, you had her propped up on the counter and her panties around her ankles. You can figure out how you got to this point. 

Okay: to be fair to Heejin, you did kinda start this whole situation that might just put your lives on the line. You’re the perpetrator, criminal mastermind; yada-yada. But if you were to consider the technicalities, she did aggravate you to fuck her, and by so virtue of that you’re kinda both at fault. Does it make sense? Great, cause a situation where you’re both a little dirty minded makes for really great sex. 

Great… Now you just explained the complicated situation. Eh, who’s exempt from a little contradiction now and then. Anyway… Where were you?

“Oh my fucking god.” she’s moaning a lot louder than usual, loud enough to probably convert her voice into some sort of energy for the homeless or something. Between her thighs lay a wet mess that was the source of all this crying and keening, and your juice slicked cock is the thing that’s driving her wild with ecstasy as she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you deeper into each thrust with her legs. “Fuck me harder please. I need to cum all over your pretty cock so badly I–”

She barely has it in her to finish her sentence. Her plea is truncated by a sharp cry, and it would be pretty funny if it weren’t for the fact that it's probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. The cry is almost delicate, fragile to the ear and almost like sweet music that plays in the dark. The keyword here is ‘almost’. Your description rings true, but the fact that she’s such a needy little bitch right now kind of ruins it. ‘Ruin’ is a little heavy handed; ‘taint’ would be a better word. 

Yeah… Her want taints the beauty behind her desire… But only a little.

“I’m cumming”—Heejin’s practically whimpering at this rate. God you’d have quite the mess to clean up later—”I’m fucking cumming on your cock daddy I–Oh… Oh god oh fuck.”

“Fucking cum,” you hiss, saliva flying past your teeth and maybe onto her ear. “Be a good little slut and cum for me. Give me a nice and tight pussy to cum inside of.”

It feels weird, dirty even, referring to Heejin as a slut, but her reaction tells you she likes it. She loves being called your slut. You can see her mouth agape, tongue sticking out a little. She can barely keep her eyes open as the pleasure courses through her. Her nails dig into your back, and you think she might be drawing blood, but the pain doesn't matter right now. The only thing that matters is the sight before you.

She cums hard, and you know this because her walls clamp down on you like a vice. If you could, you would have taken a picture. The sight is just that amazing, but you're also preoccupied. The pressure is just right. The rhythmic pulsing of her walls against your throbbing cock is too much for you to take. Your hips stutter to a stop as you release a deep moan, and she gasps as she’s filled with rope after rope of hot cum.

When you finally come down from your high, Heejin is still panting heavily, eyes still squeezed shut, and legs still wrapped around your waist. You can't hold back the little smile that crosses your face as you watch her catch her breath. She looks so peaceful. It's hard to imagine her as a girl with the dirtiest mouth you've ever heard. 

She peeks an eye open to see you staring.

“The pot dummy,” she reminds you, and the horrors of reality come crashing back all at once.

***

So you do find a little bit of a charm behind really soggy Buldak in the wee hours of the night. It’s not the best thing you’ve tasted, but it had its appeal. The sauce helped to mask the depression in the sad, close-to-slimy strands of dough in your bowls, though it didn’t stop you from experiencing a new texture that was severely overcooked noodles.

“Still think we could’ve left it in a little longer,” Heejin muses, staring at the limp noodle trapped between her chopsticks. “Maybe from there we could reverse-engineer the noodle and re-cook it.”

“Yea. And maybe we don’t fuck when there’s clearly a four minute limit to this stuff,” you add befor slurping up the last few spicy, sad and soggy strands in your bowl. 

“Hey. I’m pretty sure the sex was good enough to offset this abomination,” she huffs, setting down her bowl next to yours. “Besides… We’re kinda both in the wrong this time. It’s not always just me you know?”

“Never said it was your fault.” you’re admiring the way her eyes glow in the dim light. At the right angle, it looked like the light was filling her pupils in the most adorable way. “You’re just inferring shit from a passing statement.”

“Wonder where I picked that up from…” she fired back, though it felt much more like she was conceding defeat than challenging further provocation. It was always a dance with her: unpredictable patterns in constant motion, and all you can do is follow her lead.

Maybe one day you’d find the time - make up for the dance you lost and dance with her for real.

Hi. Kinda posting here again because my therapist said that it was good for me to continue writing to regulate my emotions. This one is kinda messy and unedited cause I just wanted to get this out here for funsies. Anyway, I won't be posting as frequently as I used to, but I will drop by from time to time. No promises that I'm gonna be incredibly active and no promises that I won't disappear of the face of the earth again.

Cheers, Nichu

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- the day you and the stars disappeared.

summary: the discovery and aftermath of your disappearance. what do your beloveds do in your absence?

tags: obey me characters (lucifer, mammon, levi, asmo, satan, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, solomon, simeon, and thirteen) x gn!reader, angst, spoilers for the first chapter of obey me! nightbringer.

When Lucifer wakes up, the left side of his bed is cold.

It's not the most unusual thing. Lucifer was much less of a morning person that you were. He glaces to his bedside table. 8:30; it was too early for you to be out of bed on the weekend. Even if you woke up early, you'd still be tucked into his arms, or scrolling through Devilgram on your D.D.D.

Lucifer sits up, a pout on his face. You couldn't have strayed too far in such a short time.

"Beloved?" He calls, hoping you could hear him if you were in the bathroom. Lucifer says your name, this time a little louder, but again gets no response.

It wasn't your turn to be on breakfast duty... Perhaps you had a bad dream? You did tend to hide those things from him.

He closes his eyes and thinks of you. Usually, he would feel a faint warmth, like the fluttering of a moth's wings underneath his skin; it was the feeling of your soul connected to his through your pact. But now, even with all his focus, the feeling of your soul connection is nothing but a cold static.

Lucifer swallows the panic welling up in his chest and stands, quickly throwing on his clothes and rushing from his room. He starts in the basement, looking in any place a human could possibly squeeze into, desperately calling out your name. The ever-composed Lucifer, reduced to tearing the house apart when his human isn't in his sights.

He hopes that he is overreacting. He hopes that he'll find you curled up with Mammon, or on a walk outside the house.

He hopes that you are still somewhere that he can reach.

"Oy, Lucifer, what's going on?" Mammon. Lucifer takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself. If he let himself be emotional, his brothers would take that as a sign that something is very, very wrong. He would have to hold himself together, for now. "You're waking everyone up."

"Mammon, have you seen MC?" Calm enough.

"I haven't seen 'em since last night, they were with you, right?" You and Lucifer stayed up late to finish paperwork for your new student council role. "You didn't make 'em angry, did you?"

Lucifer's pout deepens. He's sure he'll age a millennia faster with how much he worries over you. "No, nothing like that. We finished up the assignments and then went to bed." Lucifer sighs, "and then when I woke up this morning, they weren't there. It's unlike them."

"You sure they just didn't go for a walk or something?" Mammon checks his phone to see if there were any messages from you.

"Mammon... try to connect to them with your pact."

Mammon closes his eyes, and repeats the same action Lucifer did only a few minutes prior.

Nothing.

Mammon instantly shifts into his demon form, fear evident in his eyes.

"I'm gonna go drag Solomon over here. He'll be able to track 'em if they're nearby, right?"

"He should be. Bring Simeon too, if he's there.". Lucifer straightens himself out. "I'll wake Leviathan and then go get Diavolo and Barbatos. Maybe they'll know more about what's going on."

Mammon nods, out the door before Lucifer can even finish his sentence.

Lucifer doesn't allow himself any more moments alone, he rushes upstairs to shake Leviathan awake.

-`♡´-

"No need to pound on the door, Mammon." Simeon smiles, but Mammon can tell he's annoyed. Giving Simeon a minute to open the door was Mammon's idea of being patient, he had half a mind to knock the damn thing off its hinges. "Is there anything—".

"Where's Solomon?" Mammon cuts him off, pushing past him and into Purgatory Hall's living room. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air; just how early did these guys wake up?

"He's still sleeping, I believe. Why are you in such a rush?" Simeon asks.

"MC's missing. Need him to find them. He in his room?"

"What?"

"You heard me!" Mammon can hardly keep it together. He didn't want to talk about it, he knew that if he started talking he wouldn't be able to stop.

He hadn't felt your soul connection so cold since... since...

"What's going on?" Solomon steps out of the hallway, still in his pajamas. "I heard Mammon yelling. What happened to MC?"

Of course he'd have been listening in. "Lucifer woke up this morning and they weren't there. Can't hardly feel their soul at all, it's like they're—".

"What do you mean?" Solomon's eyebrows quirk up, clearly not expecting to hear that. "What does it feel like?"

"Damn it, Solomon, it feels like it did when Belphie... y'know." Mammon can't bring himself to say it. It was too awful, what he did to you. "Enough talking, do your magic thing and find 'em!"

Solomon and Simeon exchange worried looks. "Alright, let me get dressed. Then we'll head off. But Mammon...".

"What?" Mammon huffs, already heading towards the door.

"I'm sure they're fine. You know how capable they are. Perhaps they just wanted some alone time."

"Yes, MC has survived a lot. I'm sure they just popped back up to the Human World or something... We'll probably be laughing about this with them at the end of the day."

Simeon smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Mammon tries not to let the thought that they might be trying to placate him bother him.

-`♡´-

"You want me to watch over our brothers? Why? What's happening?" Levi sits up in his bathtub bed, disoriented from being shaken awake so suddenly.

He had heard the commotion earlier, but assumed that Mammon had done something to warrant Lucifer's ire. Lucifer searching through Levi's room while he was sleeping wasn't the strangest occurrence. Mammon did hide things in here from time to time.

"Levi, don't worry over this right now. I'll fill you in once we figure out what's going on."

"No, Lucifer, tell me now!" Levi stands, suddenly very awake. "You're worried over something, and you're never worried, not like this."

Even standing up straight, Lucifer was still looking down at Leviathan.

"Telling you would only make the situation worse." Levi hates how patronizing Lucifer sounds. He hated it when they first fell and he hated it now. "Make sure the others stay put, I'll be back soon."

Levi moves quickly to stop him from leaving. "If you don't tell me, I'll... I'll summon Lotan!" Lucifer steps forward, but Leviathan doesn't budge. "I'll really do it, Lucifer! I'm serious about this!"

It would probably take Levi a few hundred years to muster up the courage to stand up to Lucifer like this again. But watching the cold pity fade from his brother's eyes and turn into something more akin to pride was worth it.

"MC is gone, and I'm going to the Demon Lord's Castle to seek Diavolo and Barbatos's help." Lucifer says it with such a barely-maintained calmness that Leviathan knows this is serious. That you weren't sucked into a silly game or hiding out in Purgatory Hall for the weekend.

Levi feels his heart sink.

"Now, can you do as you're told and stay put? I'll be back soon." Lucifer squeezes Levi's shoulder, forcing Levi to listen. "If anything happens, call me."

He nods, but once Lucifer turns to leave, he quietly falls back into bed. Levi watches Henry swim around in his goldfish tank; you had just fed him yesterday, how did things change so much in just a few hours?

No, he can't shut down here. If something happened to you and he wasn't there to help he would never forgive himself.

You had saved him so many times before, it was time for him to be your Knight. (God, he sounded like a normie).

-`♡´-

When Mammon arrives back to the House of Lamentation with Simeon, Solomon, and Thirteen (Solomon had called her for help), the front door is blown off its hinges. Levi peeks through sheepishly at the four of them, waving for them to come in.

"What the hell happened here?" Thirteen tries to shut the door behind them, but it slowly starts to creak back open as soon as its closed.

"I told Satan what happened." Levi sighs, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. "He went out to calm himself down. Said he'll be back by the time Lucifer gets home."

"Have you guys found anything here?" Simeon asks Leviathan. Just past Levi in the living room was Asmodeus, who was anxiously staring down at his phone.

Beel descends the stairs at the same time Belphie comes up from the basement: "I checked all the rooms upstairs, they're not up there."

Belphie shakes his head: "They're nowhere in the basement, either."

"I've been texting anyone that knows them from R.A.D. No one has seen them yet." Asmodeus blinks back tears. "This is crazy, you know! Why does this kind of thing always happen to them?"

"Well, they're not dead. So stop acting so sad!" Thirteen chimes in, sprawling herself out on the living room couch. "I checked their candle this morning myself. I can check again but trust me, I would know if they died. I'm a reaper, y'know?"

"You checked their candle this morning? Isn't that quite a walk from where you sleep?" Despite the situation, Solomon just can't help himself. Thirteen sits up and throws a pillow at the sorcerer, cheeks flushed.

"I just had some business over there, that's all." Thirteen huffs, sinking back into the sofa so she doesn't have to see Solomon's smug face. "Anyways, aren't you supposed to be doing your thing?"

"Yeah, get to it, Solomon." Mammon tugs on the back of Solomon's cape, pointing him towards Lucifer's room. "They were last seen in there. See if you can find anything."

-`♡´-

Simeon stands near the doorway to Lucifer's room with Mammon, watching as Solomon searches for traces of anything that might give them a clue as to your whereabouts.

Simeon had thought that he had accepted being human. He thought the feeling of powerlessness that was so overwhelming to him at first had finally settled; there was nothing he could do to gain his grace back after what he had done, after all.

But now? He knew even as an angel there wasn't much more he could do to find you. If he had become your Guardian Angel like he had teased so many times, he could at least feel out if you were in danger.

Cautious Simeon, always so scared to make that final jump.

He says a prayer for you, quietly. Simeon hopes that his Father would still lend his ear to his own child, no matter how far he had strayed.

"There's one strong concentration here." Solomon frowns, gesturing to an area a little above shoulder height, right beside the left side of Lucifer's bed. "but that's all I can sense right now."

"Yeah, there's gotta be something else you missed." Mammon anxiously looks around the room, checking to see for himself if anything was out of place. "Keep looking."

They both follow Solomon as he does just that. He checks Lucifer's bathroom, in the closets, in the halls by his door... Nothing.

"I just don't get it." Solomon says, eyes closed in thought. He leans against the low table in the hallways. "If someone went through all this trouble to kidnap MC, why would they leave such an obvious trace behind?"

"Who gives a shit their motive right now. Tell us that you found something that can lead us to them, Solomon." Desperation drips from Mammon's voice. Mammon needs some hope to hold on to; Simeon empathizes with that feeling.

If Thirteen hadn't assured everyone you were still alive Simeon is sure he'd be snapping at Solomon too. Solomon was a good friend, but there's something about how casual he is with everything that makes Simeon angry. Did he not love you too?

"I did, don't worry, Mammon." Solomon pats Mammon's shoulder, "Once everyone gets back, I'll explain what I found."

-`♡´-

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer arrive shortly after Solomon is done with his search.

The anxiety in the room is palpable; any news at all could set them alight. Especially Satan, who seemed to be trying to remember old breathing exercises to keep back his demon form.

"Solomon, they're here!" Asmodeus announces, and Simeon, Solomon, and Mammon come out from Lucifer's room to join everyone in the living room.

Lucifer doesn't comment on the broken door, he doesn't much care if the house itself was destroyed in the process of finding you.

"Tell us what you've found." Diavolo asks; Lucifer had informed him and Barbatos about what had happened on the way back from the castle. It had been a long while since Diavolo had seen his old friend look so grave.

Solomon comes around the couch and takes a seat by Thirteen. She scoots away.

"Well, there wasn't much left behind to find.... Which is good in its own way." Solomon crosses his legs. "Time magic was used sometime in Lucifer's bedroom last night. It appears MC has been taken to another point in this timeline."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, all eyes go to Barbatos. Even Barbatos looks stunned, eyes widening in shock.

"Time magic?" Satan stands, hands clenching at his sides. "I would like an explanation then, Barbatos. Now."

"I... am afraid I am as in the dark as you all are." The hesitation in Barbatos's voice does little to persuade the brothers. Beel stands and keeps a watchful eye on Satan. If you were here, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt for your sake.

Diavolo stands in front of Barbatos. "Now, you all know Barbatos isn't the only being capable of time magic."

"Is it possible that someone else used your portals?" Thirteen asks. "You leave those things wide open, don'tcha? Seems like an easy target."

"I would know if anyone other than myself used them, yes. But I did not feel any abnormalities last night."

Belphie turns to Solomon. "Wait, you said time magic, what time period did they get sent to?"

"Ah, well that's a little tricky." Solomon answers with a sheepish smile. "The residual magic was strong, but you would expect more to be left behind if they went to the future. Future magic is highly unstable, anyways. It's more likely they were sent somewhere into the past, probably around the time of the Celestial War based on my analysis."

Belphie shakes his head. "You can't say 'probably', you have to be certain about this."

"Then, yes, I am certain that is where they are." Solomon answers smoothly.

The second the words leave Solomon's mouth, Mammon speaks up:

"Okay, so how do we get them back?!"

-`♡´-

With lots of loud disagreements, and a few almost-fights, they come to terms that it has to be Solomon that goes after you.

No one particularly likes that idea, but he was the only one who wouldn't completely disrupt the timeline. His past self wouldn't be in the Devildom, so he could avoid paradoxes, and he was more than strong enough to protect himself if need be.

That same day, Barbatos prepares the portal for Solomon to go through after you. But not before one last warning from Diavolo:

Diavolo's eyes are stern, hand gripping Solomon's shoulder tight enough to where it would be painful. Solomon takes a step back, but Diavolo's body follows him.

"You bring them back safe." A warning, "And bring them back swiftly. Whatever you must do to get them back... do it."

Solomon, frankly, had had enough warnings from the demon brothers, and from his old friend Thirteen to understand that his life was forfeit if he came back without you.

He supposed he couldn't fault their protectiveness, however. If your safety was left alone in the hands of any other, he's sure he'd do worse to guarantee you came back alive and well.

"Of course," Solomon rolls his shoulder, shrugging off the Prince's hold. "You know I want them back just as much as you do. Perhaps even more."

Diavolo pats his back, his usual genial smile returning to his face, and he laughs. "Oh, I doubt that."

Barbatos gestures to the two, indicating that everything is ready for Solomon to step through. Solomon doesn't feel anything but calm, for what did he have to be anxious about? He was getting to see you again.

Was it selfish of him to be happy that he would be in a time period where the one you would rely on the most would be him?

"Bring them back to us," Is the last thing he hears before he steps through the portal, and into the past.

-`♡´- Lucifer

Lucifer busies himself with his work. If he fills his schedule enough, he doesn't have time to worry about you constantly, doesn't have time for his mind to cycle through the worst of what could happen with you out of his reach.

He volunteers to take on all of your duties that you were newly appointed as R.A.D.'s newest student council officer. Lucifer doesn't want anything to get in the way of you spending time with him again once you get back.

When he isn't working, he takes care of his brothers. The House of Lamentation always becomes a little quieter when you're not around, but the silence this time is more somber.

Lucifer doesn't scold them as much, gives them more leeway when they skip classes or forget to turn in assignments. He knows they're struggling and he doesn't want to add to that burden.

He hardly sleeps unless he passes out from exhaustion. When he does, his dreams are of blame. Why didn't he just wake up when you were taken? You were right there.

-`♡´- Mammon

Mammon had to be held back by Levi and Beel to keep him from going into the portal after Solomon.

It wasn't fair that that guy got to go and he had to stay behind. He was your first man! Mammon wasn't even sure that Solomon didn't play a role in helping you disappear. He never trusted that guy.

But all he could do now was hope that he would bring you back, right? It didn't matter anymore who saved you, just the fact that you were alive and safe and in his arms would be enough for him.

Mammon misses you ardently.

He texts you about his day every day. He knows the messages won't deliver, but he doesn't have anyone else to send them too. Sometimes he'll even call your phone so he can hear your voice in the voicemail. It helps him sleep.

-`♡´- Leviathan

He's just so tired of this. He thought once your trials at R.A.D. were over, you could settle down in the House of Lamentation forever.

If anyone deserved a life full of peace, it was you. You had endured way too much hardship on their account to keep having these things happen to you.

Levi tries to maintain a normalcy for you to return to. He buys games that you had on your radar for you to play with him once you got back.

He likes looking at the pictures you both had taken together. Cosplay pics, photobooth strips, candid polaroids... precious memories that could never be replaced.

And, when he really misses you, he takes one of your school uniforms, hanging up neatly in your closet and takes it to bed with him. It still smells like you, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture you're there with him.

Though, waking up and seeing you weren't there is like losing you all over again.

-`♡´- Satan

Satan worries.

He knew what he was like right after the Celestial War. He knew what monstrous things he did when he couldn't control his anger; before he made a conscious decision to crawl his way out of his emotional stagnation and to be more than he was created to be.

He gets into a habit of hanging out with Thirteen. Satan never really cared much for her attitude, but she's the only one who would know if you were still alive.

She's tolerable, in that when they get together they always end up talking about you. Satan doesn't tell her the best stories about you, no, those were reserved only for himself.

When he is alone, he often drifts towards your room. He knows his brothers often sleep there when you're gone, so he washes your sheets and makes your bed back up when they're not there.

Satan even tidies his own room just enough so that you would have room to sleep in his bed with him when you returned.

-`♡´- Asmodeus

To have both you and Solomon taken away from him in the same day, it seems a bit cruel, doesn't it?

He's thankful for all the consolations from his friends and his fans; the well wishes are nice, but it isn't the same as hearing it from your voice.

Asmo tells anyone who will listen about what happened to you in hopes that they'll spin stories back at him. Even if most were lies conjured to make him feel better, there always are some true stories in the mix. He hears a few rumors of ancient, powerful demons that he hands over to Satan and Belphie to look more into. He was glad he could do something.

Asmodeus starts collecting things that remind him of you. Flowers that never wilt, lamb plushies, silk pajamas — there's a box in his room of gifts to give you once you get back home.

He writes down everything that you've missed since you disappeared, he has so much to catch you up on, after all! And if there's a lot of 'I love you's' and things he misses about you in between topics, he's sure you won't mind hearing them, too.

-`♡´- Beelzebub

Beel feels a little lost without you there.

You were so ingrained in his daily schedule that he doesn't know what to do with a lot of his time. You, Mammon, him, and Belphie would always hang out after school, since the four of you had the same last period.

There was no sun in the Devildom, but he didn't need any to feel warm sitting next to you three. Mammon would bring cards, and you would take turns picking out games to play.

You would usually win; he loved seeing your smile as you asked for praise for winning. Belphie and Mammon would pout, but Beel was always happy to tell you you did a good job. He keeps an ongoing score sheet somewhere in his backpack:

MC - 102, Mammon - 16, Belphie - 59, Beel - 20. He didn't care much for winning as long as everyone was happy.

He makes his way to the gardens and finds your usual spot empty. Beel waits there for a long while, but only Belphie shows up.

Beel thinks that maybe in the past, you were waiting for him in the same spot too. The thought makes him feel a little less lonely.

-`♡´- Belphegor

Belphie misses you, of course, but he really finds this whole situation odd.

Time magic. Diavolo had said that other beings were capable of it, but Belphie had never heard of anyone, besides Barbatos, that had mastered it enough to send someone back that far. Belphie wasn't the most well-connected person, but he thinks he would've heard about them by now.

Satan thinks the same thing, and so the 'Anti-Lucifer League' is postponed, and in its place the 'MC's Detective Agency' forms. Beel sits in on most meetings, and the rest of the brothers join in occasionally.

But with so few leads there was only so much they could do. But still, Belphie is determined not to give up. If you were in his shoes, he knows you would do the same thing.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he wants to hear you say that you're proud of his work. To feel you pet his head and tell him he did good, to kiss him on the cheeks for working so hard.

...And, of course, making whoever did this pay for what they did would be good, too.

-`♡´- Diavolo

The last note you left him is still taped to his desk:

A chibi of you fist-pumping is drawn on the side of the yellow sticky. There's a big speech bubble that reads: "You can do it, Dia! Knock out that paperwork!" He can't help but smile every time he sees it.

It's silly, but when he looks down and reads those words of encouragement he feels your loss even more strongly. He's sure Solomon will be back with you soon, but as the weeks roll on, he starts getting impatient.

He sends all his best men to search for whoever did this to you. Without any solid leads, it was like chasing the wind, but it helped settle his mind, if only a little.

He supposes you did spoil him too much. He forgot what it was like to be so lonely when you were around. And unlike the brothers, he couldn't just curl up in your bed whenever he wanted to be reminded of you.

Would it be so improper to move you into the castle once you got back? At least here, he would know you were safe. Nothing like this would ever happen to you again on his watch.

-`♡´- Barbatos

Barbatos knows that all eyes are on him.

It isn't hard to figure out that the brothers are suspicious of him. Mammon's crows perch outside his bedroom, Satan takes extra trips to the library in the castle, Belphie "gets lost" wandering the halls after dinner... Even Lucifer asks him pointed questions about that night.

He understands that it comes with the territory of his powers, but when has he ever done anything to jeopardize the exchange program? If he wanted to send you away would he not have done it when you first arrived? Would he not have let you die at the hands of Belphegor?

The him of today would never think of such a thing. Barbatos cared too much about your safety to let you wander too far from his sights.

He knows it is an indulgence that only he is afforded, but he can't help but steal looks into your life back in time as you try to find your way back to them.

Perhaps the others would like to hear about how you are doing, but Barbatos thinks these things are best kept to himself. He was never a fan of sharing, anyways.

-`♡´- Simeon

Luke cries and cries and cries when Simeon tells him what happened to you. Simeon holds the boy in his arms tight, rocking him back and forth to soothe his troubled heart.

He had done this many nights in the past, and he's sure he'd do it for many nights in the future.

The last time it had happened it had been when Simeon had told Luke about losing his powers. You had been there, then, and had cried as soon as you saw tears well up in Luke's eyes. Luke was less sad and more angry at Simeon for not telling him sooner. He had held you both in his arms that night, and before long the three of you fell asleep together.

Simeon wishes you were here now to hold him. To tell him it was going to be alright. But he supposed if you were here the both of them wouldn't have anything to cry about.

Michael allows Luke to stay in Purgatory Hall for as long as it would take to get you back. Simeon is thankful for the company; with Raphael and Solomon gone, and the Hall silent, it was easy for Simeon to start blaming himself.

He hears Luke pray every night for your safety, and Simeon slips back into the habit as well.

-`♡´- Thirteen

Thirteen spends a lot more time in her cave when you're not around.

What's the point of going to R.A.D. if you weren't there? It's not like she cared much about anyone else that went there. And to hear the brothers cry about missing you... She couldn't take it.

She cared about you too, but you didn't see her moping around about it!

But even worse was the fact Solomon got to go back in time to save you. Just thinking about you spending all that alone time with that shitty Sorcerer makes her blood boil; he could live a thousand lifetimes and never once deserve you.

She goes and checks your candle every morning to see if the flame is going strong. Thirteen breathes easy when she sees the bright orange flame light up the darkness.

Reapers weren't supposed to interfere directly with mortal's lifespans, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt if she poured some of Solomon's melted wax onto your candle. It's not like he would need it anyways.

Besides, this was her making up for lost time. Every day you were away shouldn't count! You didn't choose to go back in time, after all!

[rudyking]

Earrings:

Abby, you and JJ's eight-year-old daughter is set to have her ears pierced at the mall- much to JJ's chagrin.

“Are you sure about this?” JJ asked for what felt like the hundredth time since Abby had declared her burning desire for earrings last week. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were clouded with a worry that was almost comical, if it wasn’t so genuinely JJ. Deep dimples punctuated his anxious frown.

“Positive, honey,” you said gently, squeezing his hand. “She’s been talking about it for months. It’s her birthday next week, remember? This is her big gift.”

“But… metal… in her ears?” He grimaced, as if the very concept was physically painful. “Like, we’re intentionally creating holes. What if they get infected? What if she’s allergic to the metal? What if she trips and the earring rips out?”

You chuckled, used to his dramatic, albeit loving, overreactions, especially when it came to Abby. “They use hypoallergenic studs, JJ. We’ll clean them religiously. And she’s not going to rip them out. She’s a pretty responsible eight-year-old.”

“Responsible for eight,” he muttered, unconvinced. “That’s still basically a tiny, unpredictable human. They do unpredictable things, Yn. Like decide to join the circus or shave their head or, you know, get holes punched into their delicate earlobes.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “It’s hardly joining the circus, JJ. Millions of people have pierced ears. It’s practically a rite of passage.”

“Rite of passage into potential bleeding and fainting spells is what it sounds like,” he grumbled, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was trying to be funny, even amidst his worry. That was JJ in a nutshell: humor and anxiety battling it out, with love always winning in the end.

You reached ‘Claire’s Accessories,’ a glittery explosion of pink and purple that seemed designed to lure in every child within a five-mile radius. Abby gasped, eyes wide with delight, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Mom! Dad! Look!” She pointed at the earring display, a dazzling array of studs and hoops. “Can I get the sparkly unicorns? Or maybe the little hearts? Ooh, or the rainbows!”

JJ paled visibly. “Rainbows? Are rainbows sharp? Do they have pointy bits? What if they poke her in the neck when she sleeps?”

You nudged him gently. “They’re studs, JJ. Studs. Not tiny swords.” To Abby, you smiled reassuringly. “You can pick whatever you like, sweetie. But let’s get your ears pierced first, okay? Then we can choose the earrings.”

Abby nodded eagerly and marched towards the counter where a young woman with brightly colored hair and multiple ear piercings smiled warmly. “Hi there! Ready for some new earrings?”

“Yes!” Abby chirped, practically bouncing on the spot.

JJ, however, looked like he was ready to bolt. He gripped your hand tighter, his knuckles white. “Right, so, uh, before we proceed with the… perforation… can we just, maybe, run through all the, you know, potential downsides?” he asked the young woman, his voice a little too high-pitched.

The woman blinked, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Downsides? Well, it might sting a little bit.”

“Sting? Just sting? Is that all? No risk of… exsanguination? Or, like, a sudden drop in blood pressure leading to… unconsciousness?” JJ’s sarcasm was definitely a defense mechanism, a shield against his genuine fear.

You squeezed his hand again, a silent ‘calm down’ message. The woman, bless her soul, remained unfazed. “It’s a very quick and simple procedure. We use a sterilized piercing gun, and it’s over in a second. We have numbing cream if you like.”

“Numbing cream – good, good, that’s a start,” JJ muttered, sounding like he was negotiating a hostage situation. “But what about… trauma? Psychological scarring? Will she need therapy after this? Are you trained in post-piercing emotional support?”

You could see the woman trying hard not to laugh. “Sir, it’s just an ear piercing. Kids get them done all the time. She’ll be fine.”

“‘Fine’ is subjective!” JJ exclaimed, his voice rising slightly. “What’s ‘fine’ for you might be a catastrophic ear-related incident for my precious, delicate daughter!”

Abby, oblivious to the escalating parental drama, was now sitting in the designated piercing chair, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity. You knelt beside her, smoothing her hair. “Excited, sweetheart?”

“Yeah!” she beamed. “I’m gonna choose the unicorn ones right after!”

“That’s great, honey.” You glanced at JJ, who was now pacing nervously, muttering under his breath about tetanus and rogue germs. You shot him a look that said, ‘Get it together.’

He stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and walked over to Abby. He knelt beside her on the other side, his face etched with concern. “Abbs, peanut, listen to me. This is… a big step. A very big step. We’re talking about… altering your physical form. Permanently. Are you absolutely sure about this?”

Abby giggled. “Dad, it’s just earrings.”

“Just earrings?” JJ repeated incredulously. “These aren’t ‘just earrings,’ Abby. These are… portals. Entry points for… who knows what! Microscopic invaders! Fashion trends that you might regret in ten years! Earring weight-related earlobe sag in forty!”

You couldn't help but stifle a laugh. JJ was truly in his element – the element of utter, hilarious panic.

“Dad,” Abby said patiently, like she was the adult in this situation, “I want them. All my friends have them. And it’s gonna be fun!”

JJ looked at her, his expression softening. His protective instincts, usually bubbling just beneath the surface, were clearly overflowing. He reached out and took her hand, his big, calloused hand engulfing her small one.

“Okay, okay, peanut. If you’re sure, then I’m… supportive. Very, very supportive. I’m going to hold your hand, okay? For… moral support. For both of us.” He squeezed her hand tightly.

You watched him, your heart swelling with a mixture of amusement and affection. He was such a paradox, JJ. Rebellious and carefree on the outside, but fiercely loyal and desperately caring on the inside, especially when it came to Abby. His tough exterior crumbled instantly when it came to her well-being.

The woman cleaned Abby’s earlobes with an antiseptic wipe, marking the spots with a purple pen. Abby just giggled, unfazed. JJ, however, was sweating. You could see beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

“Okay, deep breaths, everyone,” the woman said cheerfully. “Ready?”

Abby nodded, beaming. You gave her a thumbs up. JJ just stared, his eyes wide, his grip on Abby’s hand tightening to the point where her knuckles were probably turning white.

“On the count of three,” the woman said. “One… two…”

JJ squeezed his eyes shut so tightly his face scrunched up. He was paler than you’d ever seen him. You almost expected him to faint before Abby did.

“THREE!” There was a tiny ‘click’ sound, and Abby gasped, but it wasn’t a cry.

“Ow! That pinched!” she said, but her eyes were shining with excitement.

“Okay, one down! Just one more!” the woman said quickly, moving to the other ear.

JJ’s eyes were still squeezed shut, but he was muttering something under his breath, which sounded suspiciously like a prayer. “Please let it be over. Please let her be okay. Please, ear gods, spare my child…”

Another ‘click,’ and it was done.

Abby blinked, then grinned, touching her ears gingerly. “Wow! I did it!”

JJ’s eyes snapped open. He looked at Abby, then at her ears, then back at Abby, his expression shifting from abject terror to bewildered relief. He let out a long, shaky breath.

“You… you didn’t cry,” he said, sounding genuinely astonished. “You didn’t faint. You didn’t even bleed… profusely.”

Abby giggled again. “It wasn’t that bad, Dad! See? They look so cool!” She pointed proudly at the tiny sparkly studs in her ears.

JJ stared at them, as if trying to fathom the mechanics of how they got there without causing a major medical emergency. He reached out a finger hesitantly and gently touched one of the studs.

“Huh,” he said, still sounding slightly dazed. “Well, I’ll be… They’re actually… kinda cute.” Then, his protective instincts kicked back in, albeit in a slightly less panicked way. “Okay, new rules. No sleeping on your side. No touching them with dirty hands. No playing contact sports… actually, maybe no sports at all for a while. We need to sanitize them, like, every hour. And if they even look slightly red, we are going straight to the ER.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Relax, JJ. She’ll be fine. They look perfect, Abby.”

Abby grinned, beaming. “Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Dad! Can we get the unicorn earrings now?”

JJ, still slightly pale but visibly recovering, smiled at Abby, all traces of his earlier panic replaced by pure, unadulterated adoration. “Unicorns? Absolutely, peanut. Anything for my brave, ear-pierced superhero. But if those unicorns have pointy bits, we are having a serious discussion.”

As you all walked towards the earring display, Abby chattering excitedly about unicorns and rainbows, you caught JJ’s eye. He winked, his deep dimples flashing. “Scariest five minutes of my life,” he murmured, squeezing your hand. “But she was amazing. Just like her mom.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “She gets it from you, silly. The bravery, I mean. And maybe just a little bit of the drama.”

JJ chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and Abby both. “Hey, drama makes life interesting. And at least now I have a new thing to worry about. Earring-related injuries. Gotta keep life exciting, right?”

You just laughed again, knowing that beneath all the sarcasm and over-the-top anxieties, JJ’s heart was overflowing with love for his little girl, and that, more than anything, was truly beautiful, even if it was wrapped in layers of hilarious, protective panic. And as you watched Abby excitedly choosing her unicorn earrings, you knew that this was just the beginning of a whole new stage of JJ’s delightfully dramatic, and always loving, fatherhood.

[gay-dorito-dust]

this isnt thag detailed but can i request percy jackson x reader (platonic) where they first meet (as well as with annabeth since she was with him at the time I think) for the first time in the labyrinth and turns out reader is percy’s older half sibling? if not that, then just maybe general headcanons of percy having an older half sibling

I’ll probs just do the head-cannon for this one. 🦦

The moment Percy found out that you were his half sibling, the relief that came with no longer having to have an entire cabin with the low grey walls to himself would follow.

As it would ultimately meant he was finally freed from soul crushing loneliness he’s felt ever since being claimed after beginning to get use to the warmth and liveliness of that of the Hermes Cabin.

Seeing those empty bunks taunted and mocked him every waking moment, serving as a reminder that no matter how powerful of a Demi-god you were, you were no more helpless against the grim reality of being a forbidden child of the most powerful gods of the Greek pantheon.

However with this revelation came the urge to protect his newfound family and with that came moments of tension, especially the ones where Percy tended to forget that you were capable -if not more- in taking care of yourself when it mattered most, seeing as Percy had a tendency to put himself at the forefront of danger if it meant protecting the people who mattered so dearly to him; You being one of those very people he’d gladly act in reckless abandon in favour for your safety.

You hated this about him as no matter how long you’ve met him for, you weren’t going to stand by and willingly let your little brother place himself in dangerous situations for you.

Loyalty maybe his fatal flaw, your fatal flaw on the other hand was devotion.

Devotion to your family, your friends and loved ones, so much so to the point when you’d sacrifice everything for them, even if it was to your own detriment and eventual downfall, as long as they were safe and happy nothing else mattered.

Percy would go to war for you and you would happily go to war for him tenfold.

You; don’t do anything stupid till I get back.

Percy: how can I? you’re taking all the stupid with you.

You: jerk

Percy: bitch

If you were to ever have a crush on someone or someone starts making moves on you, fucking watch out cuz little bro Percy had a few choice words for ‘em and is hellbent on knowing their intentions with his older sibling. You deserve the best but in Percy’s eyes, not many people make the final cut.

However his interrogations were equal parts hilarious and embarrassing for you for multiple reasons but after the first few times you’ve told him off for doing so, you’ve given up and just let him act as though his words would sway anything into his favour, you could always just sneak out and meet them elsewhere; preferably away from any body of water but primarily the lake where you knew Percy and yourself would often frequent when in need of feeling closer to the one thing connecting you to your father.

But on this occasion, you severely underestimated your little brother.

You; Percy get out of the lake, people are begging to stare.

Percy: not until the sibling stealer behind you stops flirting. *he says whilst standing knee deep in the canoe lake, ready to super soak someone to the bone.*

You, groaning as you looked over at Luke who looked about ready to use you as a shield again your own brother, sending him an apologetic smile; I’m sorry about my IDIOTIC BROTHER, he tends to severely overreact, especially over the little things.

Percy, hands on his hips, staring at Luke murderously: who are you talking about, I don’t overreact. I just want to talk to him. Here. in the water. Where I have full dominion over.

You: I have full dominion over the water too fuckhead and like hell I’d let you interrogate him.

Percy, whilst still looking at Luke before walking off to find Grover and or Annabeth; you’re lucky enough to live another day.

Much like any sibling dynamic you take the piss out of each other but the moment someone else thinks it’s cool to do so also, it’s game over for them as an temporary alliance between you two is formed to defeat a common enemy before going back to taking the piss out of one another as per usual.

You: you’re such a sore looser fish breath

Percy: says you coral for brains

Some random camper; yeah, coral for brains.

You and Percy looking at the random camper; the fuck did you just say? Would you care to repeat or start running.

Random camper; *sweats and runs away as though they’ve just shit themselves.*

I think I’ve went on long enough but all in all, Percy was just ecstatic that he wasn’t alone anymore.

[crystallized-cheese]

i would looove to hear more in-depth explanations about your choices ! :D

toriel being a pen while asgore is white out... i can tell there's powerful symbolism there but i cannot quite connect the dots on what exactly it means

I'm so glad you asked !! This May Be a rather Long explanation, so I will put it under the cut Like So !

I chose the fountain pen for Toriel because, like her, it's very Regal and Royal looking. It is Pretty Old, but was one of the Primary methods of writing, so it reflects how Toriel is a little Old Fashioned. (Or just, Old In General... she does call herself an "Old Woman"). You might also notice how Frisk is a Pencil-- A pencil's lines can be strengthened and made more Bold and Permanent with the help of ink, and I feel like this can represent how Toriel has this Motherly and Guiding nature. (She can be an Overbearing Mother though... if you use So Much ink over graphite, you can completely Stile it out !!) Nowadays, fountain pens aren't used too often in art, but I do notice people using it to letter Silly Messages/Signs, so that's kinda similar to Toriel's Sillier (and Cruder) side, making jokes and singing carols with "CURSED WORDS". Fountain pens just have a nice Elegant and Graceful vibe that I think really encapsulates Toriel's personality, while also having that balance of Goofy and perhaps even that Vulgar side that she also exhibits. (Sometimes, I like to imagine that she also likes waltzing, and her steps mimic the Swoops of fountain pen lines when one does Calligraphy...)

Asgore, on the other hand, is correction fluid because a lot of what we see of him is him Trying to make the Best of a situation or Fix a problem, even though it may not be the best choice. (He does have a Soft, Gentle, Caring side... I think that can be represented by how it is usually applied with a Teensy Soft foam brush...) We see him try giving monsterkind hope with Chara's arrival, and try rekindling hope in the underground after losing his children... If you have ever used correction fluid before, you would know that it can be Finicky-- the surface is too Tacky or too Solid... at least when I use it, it usually ends up a Goopy, Rough Mess (and Correction Tape isn't much easier either !)... Asgore lashing out and declaring war on humanity is like being too Heavy Handed with correction fluid-- a complete Overreaction and is Never the correct thing to do... (Also, I would imagine that the scene where he destroys the MERCY button is translated to him Covering it up with correction fluid...) He's really, a pretty bad Leader, but I feel like he does his Best to try to salvage the situation, or at least make people feel better In The Moment, like maybe using correction fluid and not writing over the surface anymore would end up less of a disaster than trying to go over it again?

Their relationship also plays a role in why I Decided them to be the Craft Supply they Are. Pen and correction fluid... it seems like the Perfect Duo, doesn't it? This is meant to symbolize how they were seen as a Perfect Couple in the past, all lovey-dovey and "Meant For Each Other". Until their disagreement... Like I mentioned before, Sometimes, ink and correction fluid can end up making a Mess, especially if they try to overpower each other, like their Opposing views. (If you try to use them together too hurriedly, or in a moment of high pressure, it ends up a grey mess...) Asgore was a Coward and didn't really plan on Going Through with fulfilling the plan to destroy humanity, so he just Waited and Waited on it with the Excuse of collecting souls towards Freedom and Patching it up with a Lie, Kind Of like trying to cover up a mistake and Waiting for it to dry, and not intending to Rewrite (Or Going Through With Correcting) your mistakes. Toriel criticizes this, making a jab at him and what he Would've Actually Done if he truly wanted to go through with this plan (suggesting that he would've planned on "Rewriting" sooner,,, but that would Never happen, being the kind of person he is). This is an instance of ink and correction fluid failing to work together as they had completely different views. Maybe if Toriel stuck around, he Might've had a better chance to Fix things?

I feel like Correction Fluid always Seemed like the perfect accompaniment to Fountain Pen... But there will Always be a chance it'll Mess Up and prove to be too bumpy of a writing surface or clog up the nib... Or maybe it just wasn't Meant to work perfectly with it after all..

Perhaps it might be Better to start over on a New Piece Of Paper...

[agirlsawalittlerose]

This is Me Trying

ModernAU!Aegon x OFC

Fresh out of rehab, Aegon Targaryen is looking for a way back into music when he meets Victoria, a talented but stubborn singer-songwriter who wants nothing to do with his family’s record label. Reluctantly thrown together, they form an unexpected creative partnership, finding common ground in music and shared struggles.

TW: Alcoholism, Addiction, Sexism

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 24: Seven Wonders - Part 4

If I live to see the seven wonders, I'll make a path to the rainbow's end - Vic

There had been a million drunken nights before this one.

A whole damn spectrum of possibilities.

Some nights started off easy—light, warm, full of promise. Maybe Sara was there, sharp as ever, her one-liners perfectly timed, her presence grounding Vic like home. One beer in, and everything felt looser—Sara’s red hair even more electric, the laughter louder, Vic just buzzed enough to match that wild, radiant energy that had always made her best friend feel untouchable.

Other nights, not so much. Some started awkward and only got worse. Maybe Vic had one of those days where nothing fit right, where she felt fat, or boring, or just straight-up ugly. Worse of all, lonely. Maybe the pre-game playlist hadn't hit the spot, hadn't given her the jolt of confidence she needed. And that’s when the beer became something else—a life raft.

Selling her some fake high. Taking the edge off. Made it easier to talk, easier to think. Made her seem cooler, funnier, a little less ashamed of taking up space.

Or maybe—and Vic had asked herself this way too many times—it was all a fucking lie. Alcohol was just like another charming fuckboy: hyping her up, making her feel good for a second, fucking her, and ghosting her with not even a text. Only when it came to alcohol, the ghosting came with nausea, migraines, and a deep, soul-splitting loathing for literally everyone and everything. Especially herself.

But this?

This was next-level wreckage. Even for her.

Sure, she could chalk some of it up to the whole incident with Aemond—whatever the hell that was—and try really hard not to overthink the times she might’ve accidentally led him to believe something that was never there.

But what Aegon had said tonight? That was fucking insane. Tone-deaf, even.

Then again—what she’d said back hadn’t exactly been a masterclass in grace either. Maybe she’d overreacted. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe she was just tired of living in survival mode.

Vic no longer knew where to hide her guilt. She didn’t know how to say that she wasn’t sure she was cut out for any of this. That some part of her felt like absolute shit for stealing what little spotlight Aegon had left—that she was now the one with an “online presence,” whatever the hell that even meant, even though he was the one who always wanted to have one and she barely knew how to have a real one.

She didn’t know how to tell him that yeah, Allen was a mysterious character and maybe she didn’t trust him completely—but he’d been the only one who’d pulled her out of the pit when she couldn’t even figure out which way was up. That counted for something, didn’t it?

But, after all Aegon had never had a manager. Or even someone fighting for him in that way.

Just like he’d made sure to remind her of it too—just in case she’d forgotten, a few nights ago at the pub.

No matter how she spun it, she couldn’t shake the weight pressing down on her chest. Not even after puking her guts out in Stevie Nicks’ party outrageously fancy bathroom.

She was at least grateful that her hair was short enough and she didn’t need anyone to hold it back—silver linings, right? Allen’s ideas were smart, no matter what Aegon said.

She grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her face, and forced herself to her feet. Her head throbbed, her eyes stung, and her chest still ached like she’d lost something—something she’d only just started to believe might be real.

Her stomach had found no peace that night—between the storm of emotions, the wine, the bile, and everything else clawing its way back up her throat.  

She pushed open the stall door, desperate for water, for a mirror, for anything that could rinse the shame and bitterness out of her mouth.

And because of course her life was a goddamn mess—because it couldn’t just be simple—the sink was already taken.

By Stevie fucking Nicks.

Vic froze in the doorway like her heels had been superglued to the tiles. Stevie Nicks was there—flesh, bone, and a whole lot of black clothes—perched by the sink, her elegant, ring-heavy hands fussing with a lipstick. A living legend in front of the mirror. No big deal.  

She looked up. Their eyes met.  

And for a second, Vic felt like she was staring directly at her teenage years—at the walking, breathing poster of her most shameless dreams. All those nights with her headphones on, whispering to herself that one day, maybe, she’d be someone. Every painful nights after Charlie left her. That first night with Aegon. Life had always happened, and Stevie’s voice had been the soundtrack.  

Stevie gave her a soft look and gestured subtly toward the sink, as if to say it was free.  

Vic didn’t need to be told twice. She snapped into motion like a toy soldier—because Stevie Nicks had just acknowledged her and there wasn’t enough wine in the world to make her forget the sheer weight of that.  

She splashed cold water on her face, trying not to wince at her reflection. In the mirror, just at the edge of her vision, she noticed Stevie Nicks was still watching her.  

Vic didn’t dare wonder what she was thinking. But she did notice the patience in the silence. The kindness of letting her finish before speaking.  

“You’re Victoria Dawson, right?” She said, folding her arms loosely over her chest and leaning back against the tiled wall, giving her a once-over that somehow felt like a blessing instead of a judgment. Her voice was soft, warm. Like velvet. Or a spell.  

Vic felt like she died and came back. Possibly worse. Possibly better.  

“Uh—yeah. Sorry. I’m just…” She waved toward the stall behind her like that explained anything. “Bit of a mess.” She tried to collect herself, patting her cheeks dry, makeup half-gone, dignity long gone, soul hanging on by a single, crooked bobby pin.  

Stevie Nicks didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Just nodded, like messes were perfectly acceptable here.  

“I loved All You Wanted,” she said with a sincere smile—then, casually, started humming the chorus.  

The universe had a twisted sense of humor, Vic decided. Giving her this, now—the most iconic moment of her entire goddamn life—and she couldn’t even tell Aegon about it.

Her song, in Stevie Nicks’ voice, sounded like magic. Like prophecy. Like a spell she didn’t know she’d cast.  

Maybe that was why she couldn’t think, or speak, or breathe.  

She reminded herself to breathe, though. Breathing was required for living.  

But words weren’t a thing anymore. Her brain was white noise and one long internal scream. STEVIE NICKS KNOWS WHO I AM. 

Also, I smell like wine and vomit. 

Also, play it cool or die.  

“I… thank you. I don’t know what to say,” Vic said, which was dumb, because she just said something. “It came from… a pretty messy place. So. Yeah. Thanks.”  

Stevie Nicks tilted her head. 

“That’s where the good ones always come from,” she said, twisting a ring on her finger. “The messy places.”  

Vic clung to the sink like it could tether her to reality. Maybe it wasn’t the alcohol, or the screaming match with Aegon, or the constant weight of her own bad decisions. Maybe this—this dizzying sense of being seen—was just what awe felt like. Honestly, it was kind of worse.  

Stevie Nicks kept watching her, sharp and curious. Vic started shifting from foot to foot, trying to figure out if she should say something.  

But she saved her. “Who did you write it about?” she asked, voice still soft, but with a directness that surprised her.  

It was a personal question. Maybe too personal. Not that Vic would ever dream of setting boundaries with Stevie Nicks. She hadn’t even considered the possibility of needing to set boundaries with Stevie Nicks. This wasn’t something you prepped for.  

And anyway, her life was a full-blown shitshow. They were standing in a bathroom. She’d just puked up something she was pretty sure she ate last Tuesday. So, fuck it. May as well be honest.  

“My boyfriend,” Vic said flatly, like she was being interrogated by the police. Then, almost immediately—because of course she couldn’t ignore the sadness of it—“Well. Ex-boyfriend, now, I guess. Technically.”  

She cursed herself internally. Again. Because somehow, ever since Aegon had entered her life, he managed to leak into every single word she wrote, sang, or said. 

“And do you always drink this much after a breakup?” Stevie Nicks asked.  

Vic felt a first wave of anger rise in her chest.  

What kind of question was that? What the hell did she know about how Vic coped with her shitty life?  

But then came the guilt—fast and humbling—because, well, this was Stevie Nicks. And Vic remembered, all at once, that she wasn’t the first messy addict with a delicate career and that Stevie Nicks had done it all before Vic was even born.  

“I’ve just been... kind of overwhelmed lately,” Vic admitted, eyes dropping to the floor as she started to fidget with her hands.  

Stevie Nicks clicked her tongue. “It’d be weird if you weren’t,” she said, casting her another look—one Vic didn’t quite dare meet. “Ken treating you right?”  

Vic’s head snapped up so fast it could’ve cracked something. She nodded, eager, maybe too eager. “Yes. Definitely. Ken’s a blessing,” she said quickly, doing her best to sound grateful, to let her know how much it meant to have this person in common. “He’s… not always easy to read, but I know how valuable he is.”  

Stevie Nicks carefully observed her reaction and smirked—and then, being the witch she very clearly was, went straight for the jugular.  

“And is it your boyfriend who doesn’t know… How to read him?” she asked, almost pleased to already know the answer.  

“Ex-boyfriend,” Vic corrected, a little too fast. “Artistic differences. He’s a musician too,” she added, vague on purpose. She didn’t want to bore Stevie Nicks with her drama. She already felt like a desperate little up-and-comer spinning tales in a bathroom.  

Stevie Nicks paused for a second, then reached into her bag to dig around for something.  

“So basically,” she said, “your boyfriend has artistic differences with your manager.”  

Vic winced. God, it sounded so dumb when she put it like that.  

“Well… Ken had an idea for a line in All You Wanted. My... He didn’t agree. Started acting like Ken was selling my soul to the fucking devil…”  

She cut herself off the moment she realized she’d sworn. Stevie Nicks glanced up, eyebrows raised, and Vic immediately backtracked.  

“Anyway. Yeah. He has artistic differences with my manager,” she said, trying to sound definitive.  

Stevie Nicks let out a short laugh as she finally fished out the lipstick. Without a word, she handed it to Vic.  

Vic hesitated for a beat, staring at it. But then she gave it a little wave, like go on, and Vic caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Right. Her lipstick was a disaster.  

She nodded in thanks and got to work fixing her face.  

“Ken’s not mean,” Stevie said, leaning back against the wall again.  

Vic wanted to record that line and shove it down Aegon’s throat. She knew she was right.  

“But even him needs a no every now and then and you,” Stevie Nicks continued, “need to learn how to stand by what you think—if you want to do this for real.”  

Vic froze mid-application.  

Stevie Nicks gave her a small nod, motioning for her to keep going. She had lipstick only on her upper lip and now looked like even more of an idiot—both because of that, and because Stevie Nicks had basically just told her she didn’t have the guts to stand up to her manager. Or to herself.  

"Well, I usually speak my mind"—maybe a little too much, she thought, wincing as she remembered what she'd said to Aegon. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks red.

She watched her for a minute, letting Vic shake off the shame—as if she’d noticed it.

“I can’t exactly say I grew up with much love,” Stevie said gently, “and let me tell you, it was easy to latch on to the first asshole who gives you crumbs. Or the nearest authority figure who feels like some kind of mystical stand-in for a dad.”  

She said it plainly. Too plainly. Like it was the most obvious truth in the universe—and Vic had somehow never seen it written anywhere.  

“But those useless men?” Stevie added, “When the time comes, you have to tell them to fuck off. And you cannot trust them to lead your way.”  

Vic sighed as she handed the lipstick back.  

“Fuck men,” Stevie said, right as their fingers brushed.  

And Vic—finally, finally—laughed.  

She couldn’t help it.  

And she couldn’t stop the tears that came right after, either.  

“And who can you trust, then?” Vic asked, doing everything she could to hold them back.  

That’s when the witch gave her the warmest, most honest smile Vic had ever seen in her life.  

A smile that seemed to hold everything—all the things Vic had been through, and probably even more. She could almost see them swirling in the air between them.  

“Yourself,” Stevie said simply, like she was casting a spell.  

A single tear slipped down Vic’s cheek before she could stop it. It was a beautiful idea, but she wasn’t sure she could keep that promise to Stevie Nicks.  

“It’s not exactly easy when you feel like all you ever do is fuck everything up,” she said, barely keeping a sob in check.  

“Of course you fuck everything up,” Stevie replied without hesitation. “This is your first time walking the Earth. And I’m guessing you’ve always done everything alone. That’s why you drink. That’s why you’re still looking for your boyfriend’s approval, for Ken’s, even mine.”  

She stepped in closer, gently, as if to make sure Vic wouldn’t flinch from the truth.  

“But because you’ve been alone your whole life—you dragged yourself all the way here. And I’d say you’re not doing too bad.” She placed a hand on Vic’s shoulder.  

Vic finally turned to her. And then cursed herself, because she started crying again—like a complete idiot—and now her face was a mess. Her head was a mess. Her whole life was a goddamn disaster.  

“I mean, you write beautifully. And you’re opening for me in two days,” she said with a soft smile. “So you’ve got no excuse not to trust yourself.”  

Vic let out a surprised laugh—and then, without thinking, threw her arms around her. She didn’t want to know how her idol reacted. She hadn’t even allowed herself to think of her as a real person without referring her with her first and last name.  

And maybe now, finally, she was beginning to understand the thing no one ever put in the life manual.  

“But you’ve gotta stop drinking,” Stevie said suddenly.  

Vic pulled back and nodded, like it was just another task she had to complete to make her proud.  

“No. Don’t do that just because I said so.” Stevie Nicks shook her head. “You’re not a soldier. You’re a witch. And that shit clouds your magic. It’s not helping you.”  

“I can go to AA, get help from Ken, I—” Vic started, words tumbling out too fast.  

Stevie rolled her eyes.  

“No. You will go to AA and you will quit, and both things you'll do on your own.” She leaned in close again. “And that’s my blessing, dear Victoria Dawson. Use it well.”  

She brushed her hand against Vic’s cheek one last time—  

And then, almost literally, vanished into thin air.

Or better, out of the toilet.

Without bothering to fix herself up any further, Vic decided it was time to go home.

She wandered aimlessly through the lavish rooms of that absurd mansion, secretly hoping to catch one last glimpse of Stevie Nicks—and desperately trying to avoid the gaze of any man who’d recently scrambled her brain.

Instead, out in the garden, cigarette in hand, she spotted Sara. She looked—if possible—even more lost than Vic.

Vic called out to her and ran over, grateful to have found her so easily, like a lucky charm tossed back by the universe.

“I have to tell you something,” Sara said, eyes red and half-lidded, like she’d smoked an entire greenhouse.

“Me too,” Vic replied, mascara smudged, bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat—but her lipstick still flawless.

“I want to stop drinking.”

“I think I’m in love with Helaena.”

They spoke at the exact same time.

And in that chaotic, enchanted night, one single word echoed loud and clear:

“WHAT?!”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I have a cute one!

S/O and Skeleton going for the first ultrasound of S/Os pregnancy!

Undertale Sans - He goes full scientist mode to hide his anxiety. You never see him like this before, immediately checking the screen and asking a million questions to the doctor as you're just standing there, wondering if he feels ok. Sans is a bit excited but also a bit terrified. It's an interesting mix. You can see he's trying really hard to stay his old neutral friendly self but man, he's just so nervous omg.

Undertale Papyrus - He's more interested in how the hell the whole thing works honestly. His ADHD saw shiny weird machines that could literally see through your body, that's crazy! Can you see inside of his body too?! The doctor looks at you for help as they're trying to explain that it will probably not work on a skeleton??? He doesn't have any organs? They think? He's also excited about the baby, but really, if you can't check his belly, can you at least try it on his skull? He wants to see the inside of his own skull!

Underswap Sans - He starts to hyperventilate. Ok, you were pregnant, it's cool and all but it was not real in his mind before that moment when he actually saw the baby right in front of his eyes and can't be in denial anymore. He's slightly panicking now, as he's realizing that it's really happening and that it's too late to go back. He wants to cry so bad.

Underswap Papyrus - He's a crying mess, he can barely see the baby. His eye sockets are crying uncontrollably. He's so happy, and he knows he's overreacting, it's even worse than then you announced to him you were pregnant but he can't help it lol. You take him to have ice cream after the ultrasound so he can recover.

Underfell Sans - That's actually the second he sees the baby that he realizes that it's not a joke and that he's really going to be a dad. You suddenly hear a loud sound as poor Red's soul can't take it and makes him pass out on the floor lol. He's fine, just a little too in shock to answer at the moment. The doctor mocks you telling you maybe you should ask for an additional doctor while you're giving birth because they have a feeling he's not going to take it well.

Underfell Papyrus - He keeps a brave face during the whole exam and he's god damn proud of him. Yeah, because inside, he is screaming and panicking right now. He's using all of his soldier's skills to stay perfectly neutral on the inside. He's crushing your hand though, so you know something is not ok. But Edge refuses to meet your eyes because he's too scared he will burst into tears if you ask him if he's fine. He's going to need a moment after that.

Horrortale Sans - He's nervous. Not about the baby, but about the fact he's in a hospital and that the door is closed, and that you're on a table, and that a doctor is torturing you right now and he is slowly panicking. Thank Asgore, you asked Willow and Toriel to come. They're waiting outside of the room, ready to intervene if Oak suddenly attacks the doctor for a too-brutal gesture. You're not too serene either. He's relieved the baby is fine but he's even more relieved the second you leave that horrible place behind.

Horrortale Papyrus - That's three times the doctor asks him to shut up because his sniffing is so loud you can't even hear the baby's heart. He's trying so hard to control his feelings but he can't help it, he's too happy and excited and emotional. He crushes you into a hug when you get out of the room. He can't wait to be a dad.

Swapfell Sans - So that's what you meant when you said he was going to meet the baby. He's not going to lie, he thought the doctor would rip the baby out of your body, check it, and put it back in your belly so he's kinda relieved when he realizes it's actually not gore at all. A small part of him is still disappointed he couldn't see the baby for real though. It's too long, he can't believe you still have a few months to go. How many more do you need to grow a baby? That's so boring, he prepared the room weeks ago!

Swapfell Papyrus - He's strangely quiet, just staring at the screen. His mind is completely empty. He wanted to make some jokes to ease the mood, but all of this vanished the second he saw the baby. He's completely hypnotized, and even a little sad when the exam ends. He still can't believe he's going to be a dad. He can't wait.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't get it. Everyone is getting excited in the room, but all he can see on the screen is a weird-looking giant bean. Where's the baby??? That can't be the baby, right? It looks ugly as hell. It doesn't look like a baby at all? Stop cheering this thing, that's horrible??? He doesn't say a thing because it obviously makes you happy but he's really concerned right now. He doesn't want to be the dad of a weird bean???

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He needs mental support so bad but the doctor asked him to stop climbing on the table to hug you. So he kinda panicked and randomly jumped on the doctor's back for a hug. He apologizes afterwards but he can't help it. There are too many thoughts inside his head, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do!

[deesseshesca]

Mystery reading pt.2

Where is life going …

Good afternoon, pretty souls, today we are checking on this bitch called : LIFE. What’s good ? What’s up ? What’s popping ? I’m talking CAREER, FINANCE, LOVE maybeeeeee s.e.x.

FLASH SALE 

For the next 2 weeks all readings on my ko-fi is 20$, only 

!!!GIVEAWAY!!!

There’s 3 spot open for a free full reading (audio form) 

To participate: You must like, re-blog and comment on this post. 

Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION 

Rules and Disclaimer 

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

TW:SA

PILE 1 

Life: 

9 of wands, Devil, 2121

Check in: You guys may be one of the rare individuals that actually aspire to be a porn star. Like you could not wait until your 21 (I also feel like you are freshly major) so you completely enjoy your craft. Before you were in your dream field you worked jobs like Hooters. 

Career, Finance, Social life…

There’s new people trying to enter your life, I am not saying that any of them are rotten souls but they are energy suckers. Like guys who enjoy misery and are slaves to a victim mindset. So be sure to set a certain distance with them. The real enemy comes from your family. Some of y’all are not actually close with your family (like a healthy distance) But since they are not approving of your lifestyle they may take it as a weak link.It can also be someone you consider as your family.  I’m sensing somebody is going to set you up for you to get SA. Keep an eye on everything you work for and anything you hold dear to your heart. Don’t worry this person is going to tell them themselves. So don’t act out of character trying to find that person, let them reveal themself to you. If you have any bad vibes, real or overreacting, take your distance. Better safe than motherfucking sorry. Don’t give anyone you don’t trust access to you. Keep to yourself ,you gotta play the fool to catch the fool.

SONG: Freak Nasty - Megan Thee Stallion

Romance…

Justice, 10 swords (reverse), ‘’I did not think you would walk away !’’

Don’t worry they are not the enemy. Someone you walked away from is coming back. I’m hearing ‘’Which one …’’. Girl/Boy, quit playing with me. LOL. You are out here standing on big business good for you. The most toxic one. I’m sensing a smirk coming from as I'm writing. The Fate is giving y'all a second chance since y’all both had an update. Back then you allowed his nonchalant behavior that made you feel like an option. Because you always knew he/she cared for you but was emotionally available. Now you have so much self love for yourself (Ok, little mama/papi, is conceited…GOOD FOR YOU !). The first time you stood on business was with them. They were maybe the reason for your healing journey. Until this they reminisce about the time you let them go with admiration. HER/HIS POV:The one that got away. Now they are emotionally mature and available. They dealt within their heart blockage and are praying to the Gods for your coming back in their life. Last time y’all saw each other was in high school. Now you are going to have the last word in y’all relationship. You are going to walk him/she like a dog in a loving manner. 

SONG: Big Ole Freak - Megan Thee Stallion

FLASH SALE 

For the next 2 weeks all readings on my ko-fi is 20$, only 

!!!GIVEAWAY!!!

There’s 3 spot open for a free full reading (audio form) 

To participate: You must like, re-blog and comment on this post. 

With much love, Shesca 

PILE 2 

Moon, 9 Pentacles.

Check in: You may be on your moon cycle. If you are an owner of '  ‘’d’’, you may wake up more often with a boner lately. 

Career, Finance, Social life…

Before we get into it, I'm a fan. Teach me your ways. You guys are successful, independent and mature. Furthermore, you are self-resilient, self-disciplined while having a lot of patience and determination. Which must have been needed on your path towards the betterment of your situation. I don’t think people realize how hard it was for you to get there. You had to always bet on yourself even in the face of adversity. You guys faced many setbacks. Some of y’all lost it all at the same time. You lost your job, your house and car at the same damn time. Now you are the standard in your industry. Business wise nobody does as good as you. But you do not have a support system. You don’t have friends, you have friend trauma. You don't have a family, you have family issues. You don’t have a partner, you have a list of men/women who fuck you over. You may feel isolated as you keep leveling up. Must be exhausted with all the baggage. Is not like you don’t want help, there's nobody around to give you a shoulder for you to cry on. Imma need you to step outside. It may still be cloudy but it stop raining. Put yourself out here, the right people are on their way. But they need to see you, if you want to build a community. Go on a solo date, go out to the movies, museum or get a new hobby. Believe me the wheel turned in your favor. 

SONG : Ex for a reason - Summer Walker ft JT (From the City Girls)

Romance…

10 pentacles, 3 pentacles (reverse), ‘’I’m tired of the silent treatment ! I want to sit down and talk about this once and for all !’’

Look at that … my cheeky pile 2. Y’all already find your match made in  heaven. It might be hella new. Like y’all are only on your 3 dates with them. They are your dream come through. Perfect height, pretty/handsome, rich/driven, smell super good and on top of that gentle. If you are a woman, I see him taking off your heels so he can bring you to your car. Carrying you like a bride. If you are a man, I'm sensing her rubbing circle on your back. Heads up there is a chance of it all falling down. If boundaries are not set and people are too busy wearing rose tinted glasses. There’s going to be multiple situations where the person you are dealing with will go completely closed off. I'm sensing them ghosting you for as long as 2 weeks and crawling back while apologizing. They did tell you that they are dealing with a very toxic family. But it is going to frustrate you. Not because you want the attention. Awww pile 2, is because you want to feel needed. You want them to let you in. You want to be as much of a safe haven as they are for you. Is like they only love you when  they are happy. But you had a good example of love in your life and you need intimacy. So you want it all with them. The good, the bad and the ugly.Y’all are each other's first love. The way they love you pile 2 is crazy. They don’t just love you, you are literally the definition of love for them. They might not know it but trust me they are getting there. You guys need to have a serious talk where you don’t let yourself get lost in their gentle manners. They just need to learn. I feel like theyhad a super comfortable life, borderline rich f*ckers until something happens that sets them back all the way down. They don’t know how to cope and need to focus on providing for their family. Their family may have a law problem. On your side, you are use of life f*ucking u over and over. You find a healthy way to deal with it. If you don’t want to deal with them, let me tell you something….they are never going to move on from you. NEVER. They might never marry. Where your Fate has somebody else in store. If you make it, y’all going to be a real life fairytale.The real issue is that he doesn't know how to communicate vulnerability. Babe give him a shoot.

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PILE 3 

Hierophant, King pentacles, 

Check in: I love this for you. Out here spending daddy money. I’m talking to a social elite. You guys were never ugly but you never used to tap into your full potential. Everyone knew you guys had so much potential since you have 2 pretty parents. Yet it took after highschool, well into college to finally give yourself the proper TLC. Journal, gym and maintenance day on repeat. Made you go from a 5/10 to a 20/10. You guys are daddy’s girl/boy. He will literally do anything for you. When he sees water in your eyes he loses his shit. 

Career, Finance, Social life…

You used to live in a small town and look exactly like your mom. You love your mom a lot and it will always be that way but it became a bit toxic. You felt like if you were to change that your dad may not love you as much. Since he adores your mom and you look like her. That’s why you left to finally listen to the fire inside of you. You dye your blond hair, brown. You got a tattoo and piercings. (You even pierce your tits/tip but you are keeping that one private, hihihi) You change your wardrobe and are acting just like your father. Which was meant to be . When I'm sensing, your parents are giving, Bad boy x Good girl. For a while you try to be cutting perfect but hell nah. Now you're living your truth and nobody can deny your se* appeal. SUCCESS, SUCCESS,SUCCESS is on his way for you. Your dad just gave you an opportunity in the business and you blew his mind. Y’all might be the only boy/girl in a family of girls/boys. That success was more expected coming from them but you outdid them. He might actually reconsider your position in the family business. Because you are naturally business savvy.  The opportunity given to you might allow a serious love offer. Until than enjoy your best life.

SONG: I like him - Princess Nokia

Romance…

10 pentacles, Chariot (reverse)

You have many options. You may have your fav ' ‘’d’’/coochie block rn because they mess up. If you are white, your type is the complete opposite from you (look wise only). You might like them tall, dark skinned and tatted. If you are black, blue eyes, brown hair and handsome/pretty. If you are a women he is the only that d*ck you down properly. If you are a man, she’s the best cooch you ever enter. Go ahead and unblock him/her. Get those blissful moments before school start again. When school starts y’all are completely locked in, and they will mess up again. Before school starts and their next mess up, might as well indulge in it. 

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Prologue, Part two.

"What's for breakfast?" - Previous chapter.

Grian sighed heavily. He was not ready for so much enthusiasm this early in the morning, but that’s what it’s like with Ren. He would know, they’ve lived together for 3 years now. And yet, Grian was not gonna lie, that was one of the things about Ren that he loved and appreciated the most. 

“What’s for breakfast?” Grian asked, taking his seat by the table.

He’s taken aback by Ren’s little, almost unnoticeable, shiver. The other smiled, taking the full plate of pancakes and putting it down in the middle of the table. Grian hadn’t even noticed that Ren was tense before his shoulders finally fell back, getting comfortable. Was Ren scared of something? Did he think that Grian would be angry with the whole clock thing? Why would he…

Ah, yes, he’d not been very nice to him this past week, had he? Grian didn’tremember the last time they had fun together. They had been very distant lately.

…

Grian had been very distant lately. 

“I decided on the sweet approach today! It’s Monday, and we will need more energy!” This actually made Grian chuckle slightly. 

“Are you sure about that? I guess I need some energy, but you? Isn’t this energy enough for the day, big guy?” He dropped two large pancakes on his plate and reached for the syrup, while Ren giggled and took a bite while his tail swayed behind him.

“I’m working with kids, Grian, theater kids, you won’t believe how much energy you need around them! It’s better now after we finally finished our Winter play, but with the new semester comes a new play! We haven’t chosen what to do for the end of the year, so the kids are buzzing with excitement!!” 

Grian couldn’t help but smile at that, Ren sure loved talking about his students; my dramatic kids, he called them. He just started working in that exact high school when they first met in a cafe, and even back then he would come around all smiling. He never told him any names (“Teacher thing, sorry!”), but he loved talking about their plays and how some of his students were destined to be stars on the big stage. (“You should have seen the emotions! The acting! The love for the theater! I’m telling you, Grian, all of them will be big names one day!”). Grian hopes that Ren will find the courage one day to get on the stage himself, because if anyone holds love for it, it’s him. Sad how society forces people like them into hiding. He doesn’t need to be the center of attention, but Ren deserves it. 

“Good luck with that, I guess. Don’t let the kids bite, they can be cruel,” Grian said before thinking about it, immediately regretting the choice made. He bit down on his lip and looked up at Ren, hoping that maybe he didn’t notice, or it didn’t affect him much– but noticing a drop of sadness in his eyes, all that hope vanished. 

“Pff, yeah, I would know,” Ren responded with a painfully fake chuckle, his ears trying to hide in his hair. Grian tried to avoid looking at them like he always did when the subject was brought up, but it’s hard to stop your eyes from wandering around. He always hated thinking about that, remembering how people can be cruel, especially to mutants like Ren and Grian himself. People could argue as much as they want, saying that this is not true and they are overreacting, but the mistreatment was always there– and sometimes it was written right on the face.

His roommate was one of the kindest and purest souls Grian has ever met. Looking at him, no one would have guessed that there were people actually disliking– or even worse, hating– him. Always so optimistic, always so helpful. He never understood why some people were so cruel to him, leaving behind scars both physical and emotional; even after so many years, Ren still hides himself and his ears away from the others.

Ren wouldn’t need to hide his ears like that if they weren’t so hideously clipped. 

He shivered.

“I… I should go, I’m opening the cafe alone today, so I need to be there earlier,” he quickly and forcefully pushed the final bite down his throat and turned around to leave, even though he felt like he was going to throw up because of the sudden tension in the room. This always happens. The second Grian starts to spiral into this- this episode, he always dragged Ren down with him; why couldn’t he just… be normal? 

“At least wash your face before leaving!” Ren called out from the kitchen, which stung Grian even harder. He shouldn’t have to be reminded about easy stuff like that, he should be taking care of his hygiene himself, not Ren. He was an adult after all. 

As told, Grian splashed his face with water and brushed his teeth before changing into his pink shirt and black jeans uniform. Soon enough, he was out of the apartment, going down the familiar streets of Boatem. The past four years in this city had been very nice so far. Yes, there were sometimes bizarre things going on around (“I’m sorry, there’s a cult here dedicated to the moon?” “Yeah! They’ve been around for a while.”) and, being one of the biggest Hermittopia cities, it attracted a lot of villain activities too. Still, it was very nice.  

He grabbed his coat before leaving because, sadly, it was still very cold outside with January just rolling out the calendar; and he didn’t regret it, considering that it started raining when he was only ten minutes out the door. As if the day couldn’t get any worse. Thankfully, his coat managed to keep him and his uniform somewhat dry.

He was running down the familiar streets he got used to after moving here. Streets that he could probably navigate blindfolded. He remembered walking down these streets years ago, trying to find every single small alleyway, hole in the walls, the broken fences, checking the heights of the buildings while calculating how long he would need if, someday, he had to drop everything and run. Now, the only thing he was running from was the rain.

He was at Double Hearted in seven minutes, the clock ticking at 8:23 when he unlocked the door to the cafe and went inside. This meant he had exactly 37 minutes for himself before he had to open up the doors for the hungry and completely soaked-in-water customers. Grian always loved being here alone, it was very calming to have a cup of coffee with sweets and just sit near the window in silence, watching the passersby. Sadly, most of his time here he spent working, just preparing drinks for others non-stop. Leaving his coat and personal belongings back in the staff room, he went back to the front and began taking the chairs off the tables to put them down– when suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It made him jump and let out an annoyed sigh. The time of opening was written on the door and it was closed, why can’t people just wait till-

Oh wait, was it time for opening already? Grian looked towards the clock on the wall, hoping that he didn’t miss the opening time when he saw that nope, it wasn’t time yet! 24 minutes left! He still felt sympathy, looking back at the pouring rain outside. He couldn’t see the face of the person because of all the water dripping down the windows and the glass door, but he could see the form of them shivering out in the cold.

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'-.° Masterpost - Next Part °.-'

[logs-of-the-whole]

LOGS OF THE WHOLE

Log 1.5 - Finally Coming Together

"But maybe if we reasoned our rhymes, This dissonance could disappear"

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{ "Mind? What do you need?" } There was no response back before Mind pushed his way in, Sitting himself next to Heart but made no attempt to look in his direction. Mind eyes didn't leave the ground, they didn't show sadness or guilt but more so acceptance.

Soul gently closed the door before making their way back to their chair. None of them spoke, not for a good couple minutes at least, an awkward feeling filling the room as the silence lingered in the air. It was Mind's voice that cut through the silence first, [ "Apologies for pushing in so quickly. " ] He simply stated, with no further attempt at speaking any longer than that, not yet atleast.

{ " It's fine, " } [ " You two can continue talking. " ] { " Well you do know you can say something too - " } Heart spoke up, cutting Soul off once again, ( " You never answered my question Soul, why won't you just tell me how you feel? " )

Mind nodded, in agreement with what Heart had asked, there weren't many times that Mind would agree with his more emotional counterpart but this time, he did. { " Well I- I just.. " } Soul let out a sigh, { "It's just hard to, it's either whatever I say gets extremely overreacted to, or I don't get anything at all ! It just makes it less, nice, I guess I could say.. " }

Guiltiness filled Hearts expression, meanwhile, Minds own stayed more impassive. Heart couldn't help but worry so much. That was what he was made for—he was the emotional side, and that was his job. His logical counterpart still did care for his brothers, a little more than he'd like to admit, but it was just harder for him to show it. Both looked at Soul, nodding after Soul finished talking.

[ " Soul, " ] Mind started, taking a breath before continuing, [ " You do know that we have reasons for why we react the way we do, right? " ] They let out a sigh, of course, they knew, they'd known for so many years that there were reasons, but they just wished there weren't. { " Yes, yes Mind I do. " }

[ " Then why dwell on it so much, why keep your thoughts hidden from us because of things that can't change? " ] They looked down towards the floor as if trying to come up with a reply to Mind's words, but none came. [ " And not one response, not one reason as to why. " ] Heart suddenly stood, looking down at Mind, ( " Mind be easy on them! They don't need a reason, we just need to- we just need to try and help them! " ) The Moon grabbed The Suns arm lightly, surprising Mind with the contact. [ " And how can we help them if they're being so goddamn stubborn, they won't speak of anything because of how we simply react to it. " ] ( " Mind! Just LISTEN! - " ) { " Cut it out you two. " } Soul now stood up from their chair, their voice standing the loudest out of the 3, they walked over towards the other two and then looked them both in the eye once. { " You see this? This is just ANOTHER reason as to why! You both just bicker ALL DAY and never is there a time when peace stays the whole day, It's tiring. }

Heart and Mind sat stunned for a moment, before Heart spoke up again, now sounding a bit guilty, ( " Well, I guess we do fight a lot, and we never do think about what you're feeling about the whole thing.. " ) { " You guess? You guess?? " } Souls temper was quickly rising with every word that was said, but a bit of stress still backed it up, making it easier for the feeling to cling to them. ( " Soul- Soul. " ) He stepped forward and brought them into a hug ( " Soul, all you needed to do was to tell us to stop, why didn't you do that? " ) The Stars sat in The Moon's embrace quietly for a minute, they hadn't felt this in so long, and they hoped they wouldn't lose it. Soul hugged Heart back, their arms tight around him. { " I don't know. I don't know Heart. " } They muttered. [ " You don't know a lot it seems. " ] Mind stood, his focus on the two hugging each other, [ " But I do give credit for letting us be, it would be much worse right now if you didn't let us fight and watched us like some stalker. " ] He joined the hug, wrapping his arms around Heart and Soul. A smile slowly crept onto his face, it had been too long since all 3 had been this close.

{ "Heh.. I guess so, " } Soul chuckled, the hope they had once lost filled their body once again, { " This is nice we.. we should do this more often " }

( "We should. " ) [ " ... " ]

All three siblings sat in the hug for a long time, not once did any pull away. It might not have been, but this was the closest thing they had been to becoming Whole once again, It seemed that peace had finally come to be, and Soul had a feeling that this would stick with them for a long time.

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I love you and this game sm

Oooh how about phantom 👀

I love YOU!! also, this was gonna be funnier at the time but I was feeling angsty tonight, and I also remembered that I fucking hate pranks/practical jokes, and I wrote it the way I would react tbh. lol. anyways, enjoy y'all

A scream tore from your lips, your heart rate racing up a notch to the point of almost uncomfortable gasping as you clutched at your chest. There it was, again, the flickering of the faelights, the whispering in your ears, the touches that made you spin and spin until you were dizzy. 

You were going insane. 

Or, you had been. But there was only one explanation for it. You’d always been one to believe in the afterlife, that souls were never really gone, only changed. It came with being a healer, you suspected; knowing the energy that flowed through a person, feeling it under your palms. How could you believe it was truly ever just gone?

That had to be what this was. A ghost, a phantom, a spirit. Someone you hadn't been able to save, here to take away your time because you hadn't been able to give any more. Briefly, you wondered who. If you’d know them. If you’d recognise their face and their name, remember what had happened, or whether they were just another face in the endless sea of people you’d failed during the wars.

Your bottom lip wobbled, the lights flickering again as your throat stung and your eyes began to water. Slipping shut for only a second, you resigned yourself to it, found comfort in them, knowing that maybe they weren’t here to hurt you. Surely, they’d have done that by now? Maybe they were just reaching out, tethered to you somehow, having died under your hands, your touch the last they ever felt.

Maybe it wasn’t malicious at all, and you were overreacting. With a steadying breath, you cracked your eyes back open, blinking away tears and turning towards the window, to look out at today’s drizzling grey clouds, and catching sight of your reflection.

And that’s when you saw it. 

The flash of a shadow behind you, barely there, a playful little whisper in the form of a hand, melting away back into the shadows of the floor so fast that had you blinked, you’d have missed it. Had you tried to turn to spot it, it’d have been gone. But you knew that shadow, knew the playful flick of its tail, the fluttery shape, the swirling. 

That was one of your mate’s shadows. Azriel. 

A huff of angry breath left your lips, brows pulling taut as both relief and slight sadness washed over you, a confusing mix of feelings that you weren’t really being haunted but still felt lonely and vulnerable, and he was to blame. 

Your feet were carrying you before you even knew it, tracking him across the House of Wind without even having to touch that bond, just following the deep-bellied laughter of him and Cassian. Any other day, you’d have smiled at that sound found comfort in it and wondered what the joke was. 

Turns out, it was you.

“Asshole!” You yelled as you rounded the corner, seeing the pair sat before the fireplace, and at your yell, their laughter only increased. You picked up the first thing within reach, Azriel’s sketchbook, and hurled it at the back of his chair, letting it clatter to the floor as they both stood up.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally caught on!” Cassian snickered, and Azriel elbowed him, not bothering to stop his own laughter as mirth shone in his eyes, and he didn’t bother hiding his amusement.

“You’re a jerk! You’re both jerks!” You yelled, reaching for another item, blindly picking up a book from Nesta’s pile. Your arm reared back, both males’ wings flexing as they prepared for your blow, but it was never allowed. Instead, the book was snatched from your hand, and Nesta tutted, placing it back on the pile neatly. 

“Why are you throwing my books at our mates, and why are you yelling?”

“Because they’re assholes!” Your chest heaved, brows pulling tighter again, and while Azriel’s laughter finally began to settle as he walked over to you, only chuckling now, Cassian was only increasing. He had his head between his knees, bent in half with laughter that shook his whole body. “They’ve been driving me to the brink of insanity for fun!”

“It was a practical joke, and a fucking hilarious one! It's not our fault you’re gullible as fuck!” He defended himself, and Azriel cooed, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, and you were quick to bat them away. That only seemed to amuse him more. 

“Aww, c’mon, baby. It was funny!”

“It was not!” You seethed, turning to glare at him, hoping the wobble in your lip didn’t show. He only pouted at you, clearly still believing your reaction to be an over-exaggeration. 

“What exactly did they do?” Nesta pressed.

“We… we…” Cassian wheezed between words, slapping at his knees again, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Azriel dipped down, lips puckering to press a kiss to your head, and you swerved away from him, eyes narrowing on him as he grinned playfully. “We made her think there was a ghost!”

He burst out laughing all over again, Nesta’s gaze flicking from her mate, to yours, who only shrugged and chuckled some more. Finally, her gaze settled on you, eyes narrowing slightly. Lifting a hand, she settled it on your arm, her lips pursing a little. “You mean, the healer, who openly believes in the afterlife and the continuation of one’s soul, you made her believe that a spirit was coming to get her?”

You offered Nesta a tentative smile, heart-rate finally calming down. At least one person got it. Cassian didn’t, he braced himself on the back of his chair as his knees shook from laughing. 

“You’re truly upset about this?” Azriel finally said, a tilt of a smile on his lips, but his brows pulled in a little bit. 

Nesta scoffed.

“I thought—” The words froze in your throat, you felt vulnerable saying them out loud now, especially with the pitying way Nesta was looking at you, and the way Cassian was still laughing. 

“Cassian!” Nesta snapped, his laughter quickly falling short at the tone of his mate’s voice, but it didn’t mean you couldn't still see it in his eyes. You’d have to do something about that.

“You thought…” Azriel pressed, finally being allowed to touch you as he settled a hand on your arm, swiping his thumb comfortingly, at last realising that perhaps he’d fucked up a little bit. You get it, it was a joke. Perhaps, just not a joke very well thought through for someone of your beliefs. For Rhys, it would likely have been hilarious.

“I thought,” You growled, eyes finding Cassian as you pulled your arm back. “That maybe it was the thing at the bottom of the library, that perhaps it had gotten out again.”

Your hissed threat was enough to make the last humour in the war lord’s eyes sputter out, widening in shock instead. “That’s not funny! Did you really think that? Do you think that can happen?”

“Oh, she doesn’t just think it. It’s only a matter of time.” Nesta clicked her tongue, Cassian paling a little further, and she crossed her own arms. “We lost another floor in the library last month. It’s growing, louder now too. Sometimes, we can tell it’s angry, and we don’t go on any of the floors above it. It’s climbing out again.”

“That’s not funny, Nes, are you serious? We have to get out.”

Your eyes rolled, but you felt a little better. At least you had gotten your revenge on Cassian.

Azriel, however, was going to have to stew in it for a little bit. He leaned down, moving slowly to leave a kiss on your cheek, and when you pulled away once more, he whined, hands shooting out to catch you, and failing miserably as you evaded him. “Nuh-uh, Az. You made this bed, now sleep in it. Or, better, the couch. You and your right hand can have fun out here for a while. I’ve got my phantoms to keep me company now, obviously.”

“My love…”

“Let’s go, Nes!”

[bloggingboutburgers]

Saw the Vent art and I felt it in my soul.

I haven't seen anyone put it into words before and it hurt a bit but it was healing to see it visualized and to see evidence that I'm not the only one who struggles with this. Though this also makes me think that I could add tags to my works that tell whether or not a piece is Safe for Romance/Sex Repulsed people.

Thank you for being so open and honest about fandom experiences! 🩵

Thank YOU for listening to them open-mindedly and responding positively tbh!

Truth is, I've really really not been doing well lately because of stuff like that, so I needed to draw vent art to express stuff, but... Also in a way to kinda test my feelings out, because truth be told, when I posted this, I pretty much thought there was a high chance I was gonna be burned at the stake. Everyone's told me so much for so long that it's all in my head that I had no idea if I had any validity in feeling this way, or if I was gonna be told I was overreacting again.

But I'm glad I went for it anyway, because even though the people I wanted to see this (so maybe they could understand, because I'm pathetic like that) might not necessarily have, this seems to have open a way for a fair amount of people to be sad and angry together with me, and... Yeah like you said, it hurt but it was healing.

We don't know each other that much, me and you guys, and we can't exactly replace for each other those feelings of community we keep missing out on, but... Y'know, for what it's worth, thanks for being sad and pissed with me

Made me feel just a little bit less nuts, so yeah it helped

[thechildofmythal]

Kindred Spirits Chapter 5: Arrival in Weynon Priory

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion fanfic that I'm posting both on Ao3 and here in Tumblr because I love you.

Nimona and Martin continue traveling to Weynon Priory. They get used to each other as the days go by, have laughs and serious discussions, protect and take care of each other and finally arrive to Weynon Priory.

Perhaps a bit of a filler, but creates a base for their future interactions.

Read on Ao3 as registered user here or under the cut.

Canon compliant main quest stuff, eventual romance, you know how it is.

Chapter 5: Arrival in Weynon Priory

The third day on the road went on in pleasant spring weather.

Their break by Lake Rumare was rudely interrupted by a couple of surprisingly hostile mudcrabs. Nimona let out a shriek of surprise when a pair of large claws clipped at her bottom when she sat on a rock, unsuspecting of any beach dwellers about to attack her. Nimona jumped up immediately and rained curses on the mudcrabs while dodging their claws and getting her sword. She dealt with the crabs swiftly, skipping on the lakeside rocks with her sword in her hand.

Martin was no help because he was too busy laughing at his companion’s flailing.

“A lot of help you were!” Nimona scoffed at Martin. She put her sword away once the mudcrabs were mere carcasses.

“I’m so sorry,” Martin chuckled and struggled to catch his breath. “But your face and scream of surprise were both priceless.”

“Priceless? I was attacked! And look at the size of those things, I could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“You went into the Oblivion Gate and fought hordes of Draemora and took on bandits on the road yesterday, but Gods forbid a mudcrab gets its claws on your…” the man had to lean his hands on his knees for laughing so much again.

Nimona stood on a rock with her hands on her hips, trying to look indignant and hurt. But Martin’s laughter was infectious. She couldn’t stop the smile from replacing her frown and a chuckle taking over her body. She let her hands drop and she sat down on the rock, laughing with Martin now.

“Did it get my trousers…?” Nimona wondered, still laughing, and twisted her body to examine her buttock that had been under attack. The fabric was slashed but luckily she did not look too indecent.

“Oh my goodness,” Martin breathed, wiping his eyes and his brown hair back from his face as he also sat down on a rock. “I have not laughed like that in a long time.”

“Well I’m happy my hysteria clears the air,” Nimona relented and laughed.

She felt flustered for two reasons: firstly of embarrassment of her overreaction, and secondly for the exertion of the fight. And perhaps there was a third reason that had something to do with the sound of Martin’s warm laughter that felt like soft velvet being wrapped around her very soul.

Martin realized Nimona had dimples on her cheeks when she smiled and laughed. Her blond hair she kept on a neat braided bun had unraveled a little, and she looked a bit dumbfounded, but in an… adorable way.

“I think I’m the one who’s hysterical,” Martin shook his head at himself, the smile finally melting from his face. “And perhaps quite tired.”

“Just two more days of traveling,” Nimona sighed.

“I can’t wait to get to Weynon Priory. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since Kvatch was attacked.”

“Let’s not waste time and attract any more mudcrabs then. Let’s get back on the road.”

**

By the evening of the third day Martin and Nimona felt like they had settled into a rather comfortable routine around each other. Martin made the fire again since it was so quick with magic, and brewed them hot tea. Nimona made their evening food in a pot over the fire. Before they ate Martin recited a short prayer. His voice and his faith calmed Nimona and for a while made her feel like maybe things were going to be alright.

“I have been thinking about the gate at Kvatch,” Martin said after dinner, sitting next to Nimona by the fire. “I cannot fathom how such a thing was even possible.”

“It was horrific,” Nimona nodded darkly in agreement.

“It was, but it’s not quite what I meant. From what I know of the principles of daedric magic, everything points to such gates being impossible. But there it was in Kvatch, and it remained stable and open, allowing traffic in both directions between our worlds.”

“Are you saying that such a gate has never existed before?” Nimona asked, her brow furrowing.

“Exactly. They have never existed because they shouldn’t exist.”

“But you recognised the Sigil Stone?”

“They are tools of daedric magic and can be used to empower magical artifacts. Apparently that includes the Oblivion Gates.”

“So the Stone is not the answer here.”

“I have been racking my brain all day thinking about this. I am certain that something fundamental must have changed to make the Gates suddenly possible.”

“Do you think the Emperor’s murder has something to do with it?”

“The timing is interesting, isn’t it,” Martin nodded. He reached for his bag and took out the book on the Amulet of Kings he had obtained in Skingrad in the morning. “I got this to follow a trace of a suspicion I have.”

“Try and sleep as well and not just read the whole night through,” Nimona told him softly.

“No promises.”

*

The fourth day on the road towards Chorrol saw them continue their natural routine around each other. The weather was worse again, and the wildlife continued to be against them. As the evening was setting, Nimona hurried them along further on the road to find a safer place to camp. They had heard wolves howling, and the keen eyed elf finally told Martin that two or three wolves kept stalking them.

With the last of the day's light the wolves showed themselves so that even Martin spotted them among the trees. Nimona told him to stay behind her but close. She perched on top of a boulder with her bow, scanning the environment with her slanted green eyes. Martin was amazed once again at the resolve and skill of his companion. The moment her eyes caught on to movement among the trees, she pulled an arrow from its vine, took aim and made the shot. A thud and a whimper sounded from between the trees, but Nimona already reached for a second arrow for the second wolf. The animal charged at them and Nimona managed to hit it with an arrow. This wolf was not killed, but injured and angered. Before she could aim her bow for the third time, the injured wolf was hit by a blast of frost that ended its life and suffering.

Nimona glanced at Martin who had cast the spell. The priest had a fierce look and a determined set of his jaw.

“Stay behind me!” she told him just as she noticed the third wolf already attacking them from the flank.

As Martin moved, Nimona left her bow on the boulder and jumped down while unsheathing her sword at the same time. Her maneuver looked risky, but the agile wood elf bounced to fend off the wolf from Martin’s heels.

The wolf got its teeth on her right wrist, however, making her yell in pain and drop her sword.

Martin tried to find a way to get another frost spell in to help Nimona, but the fight was in too close quarters not to hit his protector as well.

Nimona managed to kick the wolf hard enough to make it let go of her wrist. Its teeth tore though leather, fabric and skin, and blood splattered as the wolf was pushed away.

With another daring feat, Nimona rushed forward, pulled a hidden dagger from her boot with her left hand and struck down at the wolf’s neck with all her might.

Another whimper as the animal was put down. Warm blood covered her hands - her right hand with her own blood, the left with the wolf’s.

Panting hard, Nimona straightened up and stepped back from the dead wolf. She immediately turned to look over at Martin.

“Are you alright?” she asked, but the man was already closing the distance between them with worry on his brow.

“I am, but you are not,” he said gruffly. “Give me your hand.”

“It’s nothing to worry -”

“You are heroic, but you need not be foolhardy. Let me help.” Martin’s low set brow made it clear he would not listen to any more excuses.

Nimona gave in and lifted her hand. As she turned it palm side up she grimaced and hissed of pain at the torn tendons on her wrist.

Martin took her bloody forearm in both hands, holding her by the elbow and by the wrist gently. He pulled away the remainder of the leather gauntlet that had failed to protect her and revealed nasty and actively bleeding gashes on her wrist.

“Take a deep breath,” Martin said with a gentler tone now.

Nimona was biting her teeth together out of pain, but did as she was told.

Just as she inhaled, Martin’s healing spell glimmered around her arm. It felt like her arm was filling up with warm, sweet, golden syrup. It spread into her palm and finally fingertips, and up along her forearm and over her elbow.

“And exhale,” Martin said softly.

She breathed out and the glimmering faded out. The warming sensation was gone and in its place was tingling on the muscles of her forearm. Nimona looked down and saw bloodied skin and torn leather, but the wounds were healed with no trace of them.

“Wow,” she breathed out. “You are a powerful healer.”

“I’m glad I can do my part,” Martin said.

The priest moved his hands to grab onto her wrist and began to massage it gently. He had long fingers and a soft touch that little by little eased the tingling in her arm. “How does that feel?”

Suddenly Nimona felt tongue-tied. She stared at the priest’s hands massaging her arm. Then she looked up at the tall man and stared into his blue eyes. Startlingly blue. Had they always been so blue?

“Try and move your hand and fingers,” Martin said, letting go of her hand.

The Bosmer turned her wrist around, made her hand into a fist and opened it up again. “All good,” she finally said. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. I would have been no match to three wolves at the same time.”

“You certainly did your part. Nice work with the frost spell,” Nimona motioned at the dead wolf and half-frozen wolf. “Let’s hope that was all of them. We should find a place to camp.”

**

“Help! You must help!” a panicked Dunmer screamed as he ran towards Martin and Nimona down the road.

“Oh no. Stay behind me,” Nimona told Martin immediately, but the priest had already taken his place close behind the Bosmer woman. This was, afterall, already their fifth day of traveling together.

They had been in a talkative mood all morning. Now it was around noon and Nimona knew Weynon Priory was just around the bend in the road. And then, suddenly, she was reminded of how another panicked elf had run to her when she had neared the city of Kvatch. A sense of dread turned her insides into ice. Would she face another one of those cursed Oblivion Gates around the corner?

“They’re killing everyone at Weynon Priory!” the Dunmer man screamed as he ran closer to them.

“Oh no,” Nimona heard Martin breathe out as well.

“Hold on. Who’s ’they’?,” Nimona reached out with her hand in a calming gesture to the dark elf who reached them and stopped to catch his breath.

“I don’t know!” he stammered and kept looking back. “I think they’re right behind me! Prior Maborel is dead!”

Nimona and Martin had no more time for questions as two armoured figures Nimona recognized as the same people who had murdered the Emperor appeared from around the corner. They shouted something and ran towards them with weapons in their hands. The panicked peasant man shrieked.

“It’s them! The Mythic Dawn!” Nimona called out to Martin behind her. She drew her sword with her right hand and reached her left hand out to the side in a protective gesture. “Stay close to me!”

“I’m with you, Nimona,” Martin assured her and readied himself.

[lossylazzylizzy69]

STOP BLAMING HER REACTIONS — START LOOKING AT YOUR ACTIONS

You keep saying she’s too emotional…

too sensitive…

too distant…

But have you ever stopped and asked why she’s reacting that way?

A woman doesn’t shut down for no reason.

She doesn’t cry for no reason.

She doesn’t go quiet, pull away, or “overreact” without cause.

Her reactions are not the problem.

They’re the symptoms.

They are her soul’s way of saying:

“I’m hurting, and I don’t feel safe to say it anymore.”

If she’s pulling away, it’s because she no longer feels heard.

If she’s raising her voice, it’s because she’s begged you in silence and nothing changed.

If she’s shutting down, it’s because every time she opened up, you dismissed her pain.

You call her toxic—

but maybe she’s just exhausted from trying to be everything while being treated like nothing.

You say she’s too much—

but maybe you gave her too little for too long.

Here’s the truth:

She’s not asking for perfection.

She’s asking for presence.

For respect.

To feel seen and valued, not just needed.

So before you judge her reactions—

Check your own actions.

Because real love is not about pointing fingers.

It’s about taking responsibility.

You don’t get to break her heart and then blame her for bleeding.

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[convexicalcrow]

False didn't want to know. She'd heard, of course, about the skulk. About Cub. About the skulk spreading all over his base. It brought back memories she didn't want to think about. Not- not memories about, well. Well, okay, maybe memories about Cub spreading skulk all over the place, but also - more so - well. Her, really. Her sister. Sister? God, she wasn't really sure what she was anymore.

But that was two worlds away, right? She was- she would be fine. Away from her.

-

In spite of herself, she went to Cub's base and perched high on the mountainside, looking at how far the skulk had spread. It was- horrifying, really. And no one was really stopping it, or feeling concerned about this. Was False the only one worried? Was she just overreacting? Yes, of course she was.

But-

-

Gingerly, she flew down closer, seeing the straight roads and the blue fire and the deathly silence the skulk brought, even when this wasn't the right biome. It just ate sound completely. Even the fires sounded soft, muted, as if they were actually fifty blocks away. It was weird. Especially given the building styles Cub had used for the rest of his base. Sure, you could argue that the dark skulk made the bright colours all the more vivid, but there wasn't any hint of a coherent style anywhere.

It just felt-

-

She left, of course. She didn't like how it felt, being so close to the skulk. She got back to her base, focused on the circles, the dark oak, just the-

She had to pause as she caught her reflection in the water, and saw- her. It startled her so much she threw her sword into the water, breaking the reflection. No. No, she wasn't- she can't be. Right?

-

The water felt- odd. Her briefcase felt weird. Oddly heavier than usual. A new river had appeared, perhaps? Maybe that was it. Yeah. Maybe she didn't see someone else's hands as she cut down more dark oak, placed down more copper, set the portal tower on fire as if some great calamity had-

-

The fire was what triggered it all. She fled into her starter house, hiding under the blankets like a frightened child. No. Nononono. Fire danced in her mind. She had thought she'd repressed all those. Blasted them out of her mind the same way she'd done to-

But all she could smell was burning. Hear explosions. See the carnage left behind in the wreckage of her tower. Underneath her base. All the people who'd died because of her. It was- no, she was responsible, she killed those people!

And yet, when she stared at her own hands, they dripped with blood. After all, who locked her in there in the first place?

-

False returned to the skulk. Sat on the edge. Reached out to touch it a little, feel the sticky veins clinging to her skin, as if hungry to devour her soul. She wasn't sure it would be any good for it, but perhaps that was beside the point.

-

"Hey False, you okay?"

She looked up to see Cub landing before her. She shrugged. "Oh, you know." She gestured helplessly.

"It's not the skulk is it? Bringing it all back, hey?" Cub said.

She shook her head. "No, no, not- well. Sort of. You know. Just- wasn't expecting all the skulk, that's all."

"Yeah, it is maybe an odd choice, but I dunno, I think it looks better than the grass here, don't you think?" Cub said, coming to sit beside her.

"Yeah, I guess so. Makes the colours pop, that kind of thing," she said.

"Yeah! You see it!" Cub said. "It makes them so bright, I love it!"

-

"Hey, Cub, do you ever think about the crossover? And what happened there?" False said, staring at the ground.

"Every now and then, sure. They were good times, good times," Cub said.

"Even though I saved you from the skulk?"

Cub shrugged. "I mde my peace with it. What about you, though? I heard there was some kind of imposter over there? Another False?"

False brought her knees up to her chest. She frowned. "It's complicated."

"Oh, was Scar right when he said it was a clone or something?"

"I mean..."

-

"Was it Area 77? Or before that?" Cub asked.

"I don't think I even remember anymore. But probably. I-I didn't mean to, like. She-she was just meant to be like-"

Cub rubbed her back softly. They were sitting on his bed in his starter house now, having needed to retreat from the night. False leaned against him, reaching for his hand. Cub linked their fingers together.

"I dunno why I find it so hard to talk to anyone other than you about this. It's not like you even really understand, but- I dunno. You were there, I guess. You saw what was going on there. You know. You get it," she said. "You know what it's like to be kept in the dark."

"Hm, maybe."

She was right back in Falsewell then. Cub - well, he looked different back then, but his energy had never changed. The two of them standing by the motel, trying to catch a glance of anything inside Area 77. Wondering.

-

She'd started crying as the fire returned. Cub offered to help. Maybe she held his hand tight as he used some of those Vex powers to make her forget. Maybe it didn't quite work, but maybe it was enough to dampen the flames.

She'd do it again, of course. If she ever came back, if she ever found her here, she'd do the same again. She had to. She was too dangerous.

There was no way she could get here, of course, there was no Grumbot, no Rift, no way to connect to that world, but-

-

"She's probably so lonely, isn't she? Stuck there on her own?" she murmured into the darkness. Cub's body was a heater that she needed right now.

"Maybe, maybe. You'd still leave her there, wouldn't you?"

She nodded.

"Well, there you go."