#playful land oc card

[ramshacklerumble]

Ooh~ A theme park~? Count me in. I’ve been a good little student and ANYTHING has to be better than rotting in class bored out of my skull.

Groovification: [LOCKED]

Set Home: What are you standing around for?

Switch Look: Oh, is THAT how it’s gonna be?

Home Transition One: Hm~ I can get behind this kind of clothing on a day-to-day basis. I’ll have my people do something about the fabric, though.

Home Transition Two: What on earth is a corndog? It sounds like something you’d wanna ward off, not eat.

Home Transition Three: I’m looking forward to this show. Believe it or not, I don’t perform in front of others all that often. Tragic, I know.

Home, after Login: I finally went on that roller coaster Ace kept yammering about and I just managed to throw up a barrier before we hit the water. Bet the little jerk probably didn’t count on me knowing a thing or two about waterfalls.

Tap Home 1: I think I’m gonna have one of these built in my palace. I need to think of a name– Oh, I know! Cusi-topia. Mm, no…

Tap Home 2: I don’t like video games, but Kalim and I found a rhythm stage game and it was WAY fun. I could stay there for hours.

Tap Home 3: I don’t get why people get all hissy because I don’t wait in line. What? Like it’s my fault they’re peons?

Tap Home 4: Vil and René were all buddy-buddy coming out of the pool hall…weird. I have dance class with them and I’ve seen snowcaps warmer than whatever they usually have going on.

Tap Home 5: *Gasp* O-Oh, this is just…a stupid plush prize Jack didn’t want, so he gave it to me. !!!…I’m not gonna throw it away!

Tap Home, Groovification: [LOCKED]

DUO with SSR Wén Xiáng

Xiáng: I can see their weak spots! I’ve got this! | Cusi: No, sit down. I’ll handle this!

tag list:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @winterweary @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@felix-cant-ski @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade (dm to be added)

[the-trinket-witch]

I couldn't help thinking of Tia in Playful Land for CozyMochi's Art Trade

I wanted to try finding a good combo of Tiana's many outfits, and thought her wedding outfit would fit most with everything???

And once again I am Absolutely blown away with what you did with Eugenio ;w;

LOOK AT THEM AH EVERYTHING about this just Gonna go feral, I die _(:'3 」∠ )_ Thank you so much for this again Legit need to make a big 'Trinket's Art Fridge' post to fully show all the pieces yall have made over the years ;w;

[tixdixl]

"Even if Fellow suspects me, it's not like he can act on it. I've got him cornered."

✨️GROOVY✨️

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @rainesol @elenauaurs @boopshoops

Base Card

I FINALLY FINISHED IT--- AND BEFORE THE EVENT ENDED. HAAAAAAAAAH!!!

@cyanide-latte @winterweary @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @inmateofthemind

@lumdays @twst-the-night-away @starry-night-rose

Lmk if you want added/removed

[yoha-oa-art]

Playful land [Playful dress] cards 🎪

When summoned: Tonight I'll show them what a magicless human girl on stage can do!

Summon line: it's gonna be FUN! I've never skipped a class before.. guess there's a first for everything! What ride do we go on first!

Summon line: Finally, a break!  An amusement park is the perfect place to have some fun around here! Can't wait to try all the rides!

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

PLAYFUL ATTIRE: YUKI HITSUJI

Playful Land Event

Since Playful Land has come to EN and I saw those awesome Yuu-sona cards, I'd want to make one too!~

VOICELINES:

Summon Line:

"I've been to magical and illusionary theme parks back in the Devildom so it's not that magical to me. Seems like a regular theme park to me."

Groovy: [LOCKED]

"Now that I think about it...A free entry to a theme park as long as you perform in a stage isn't free at all. Oh well...we already dug our graves."

Set to Home Screen :

"Is it rehearsal time already?--Uhh...where's Grim?"

Home Idle 1:

"I don't think the ribbons and strings that's hanging on our clothes is safe...what if it accidentally tangled up into something?"

Home Idle 2:

"Out of everyone, I'm the only one given with an umbrella prop. Why is that?"

Home Idle 3:

"With all the donkeys and horses hybrids around, a donkey should be the mascots instead. If they're gonna use the Friendly Fox and Gentle cat, the place should be Foxy Land or Kitty Land instead of Playful Land."

Home Tap 1:

"After hearing the story Wish Upon a Star and the conscience thing, I think I have a feeling of what the umbrella is used for...bonking."

Home Tap 2:

"It took me by surprise seeing Ace-kun with a fox tail. For a second there, I thought he was one!! ....It's kinda cute tho."

Home Tap 3:

"Floyd-senpai asked me if he can use my umbrella to distract Ortho's pool game. I refused obviously, my team is winning."

Home Tap 4:

"I blame Jack-kun and Leona-senpai for making Grim realized where canned tuna comes from--what if...what if Grim asked me to buy actual tuna instead of cans? I don't know how to cut a fish--"

Home Tap 5:

"I tripped about five times chasing Grim around the park. Eat and run, that's all I've done most of the time. I'm gonna use one of my ribbons as a child leash if this continues. I don't care what Mr. Ernesto say."

Groovy Home Tap: [LOCKED]

"I wanna go home...and sleep. I'm never going to listen to Ace and theme parks ever again--"

DESIGN CONCEPT:

Her clothes' is based and inspired from Jiminy Cricket. From his colors, umbrella and top hat. I just thought since Grim's attire is based on Pinocchio's, having Yuu be inspired from Pinocchio's conscience is a nice touch.

The Colors of strings:

On the SR card: It's Red and Blue only because of either two reasons: (1) it matches her drip. (2) Ace and Deuce because I love them and it's her besties.

The Seven Colored Strings:

Yuki is my MC for my TWSTxObeyMe Series and overall MC-sona so she's also my Obey Me MC-sona/ OC soo...each colors represents the Seven Obey Me demon brothers

[throneofsapphics]

hey pookles. i am in desperate need of fenrys x reader smut if you would be so kind. (oc if not have a wonderful day and happy new year)

little cheater

summary: you 'cheat' at cards, fenrys is slightly amused.

warnings: unprotected p in v

a/n: I would be happy to provide! thank you for the request, happy new year to you, here's a little something.

Fenrys danced the line of wicked playfulness perfectly, and you were his more-than-willing victim.

You laid down your hand, certain that this time, you'd won. There was no way you hadn't, the cards had lined up perfectly for you. He threw his cards down, glanced at yours, back at his, brows rising.

You couldn't fight the small satisfied smirk crossing your face. It was about damned time. At least you didn't break out into a song and dance, you weren't that miserable of a winner, not that you won very much against him.

”You've been paying attention,” he said, leaning forward to press his lips against your cheek. Leaning into the touch, you sighed at the chuckle leaving his lips. “But I think your little break gave you an advantage, didn't it love? One could almost call it cheating.”

You scowled, both of you hated cheaters and he knew that. Still, what you’d done had been dancing the line…

You knew that expression, it meant he was about to make a game breaking move, and you did the only thing that made sense. Tugging the top of your blouse down, you rolled one of your nipples between your fingers. Fenrys’s eyes widened, cards forgotten. He leaned forward, and just when his mouth was inches from you, you pressed two fingers to his forehead. “Your turn.” 

“It's not my fault you're easily distracted.”

“Only by you,” he said, gripping your hips and yanking you closer. “Now do I get to fuck you on this couch or are we going to our bed?”

“It's a new couch,” you said absentmindedly, tugging your fingers through his hair. He rose, dragging you with him.

“Couches can be cleaned,” he tugged your blouse off, throwing it to the side. The rest of your clothes and his quickly followed suit.

You stepped around him, heading towards the bedroom. “We really should…”

Words cut off as he lightly gripped your shoulder, twisting you back towards the couch, pushing on the small of your back, you smiled into a pillow as he pulled your hips into the air, bracing one knee on the cushion and lining up behind you.

The smile disappeared as he pushed in, slowly stretching you, teeth dug into your bottom lip as he filled you, so fucking good. Every inch of him was perfect. 

“Gods, Fenrys,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” There was a smirk in his voice as you twisted your head, a sniping remark on the tip of your tongue.

It was cut off when he slammed into you again, this time his hand reaching around to flick back and forth over your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, hands scrambling for purchase.

“That's not my name,” he teased you, pinching your clit.

“Bastard,” you gasped. His hand landed lightly on your ass, but still hard enough to make a sound.

“Not that either,” he took his hand away from your clit, ignoring your whine, gripping your shoulders, as he started fucking you faster. “But I bet I can make you come with just my cock, can't I love?”

All you could produce was a mix between a moan and a whine, his hands on your shoulders the only thing keeping you from slamming into the couch as you bounced off him, his hips hitting yours.

”My beautiful girl,” he mused, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "My little cheater."

[elvisbdoll]

Masterlist

sadness, angst. fluff, cute, sfw. smuttttt, nsfw, normal? I guess, little space

𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 : 50!elvis x Black!OC In the 1950s, a forbidden love blossoms between Elvis Presley and a young Black woman, but racism and segregation force them apart. As Elvis is sent to Germany, promises of reunion fade amid growing fame, leaving her alone to face police brutality and heartbreak. Torn between love and reality, she’s left to wonder if their connection could ever survive a divided world.

Sharp Shooter: 70s!Elvis x Woman!OC it’s 1974, Elvis had bought a new gun, and he teaches you how to shoot it.

Ebb and flow: 70s!ElvisXBlack!OC Elvis and the reader share a quiet evening, discussing the significance of their numerology numbers—8 and 13. As they connect over their meanings.

tea party: 69s!ElvisXBlack!OC It was a quiet afternoon in 1969, the kind of day where the world seemed to slow down just enough to breathe. Elvis, fresh off his comeback and riding high on success, found himself at home in Graceland, far from the flashing lights and roaring crowds. But today wasn’t about music or fame—it was about her. She’d been in her little space all morning, her soft voice and shy smiles tugging at his heart. When she asked him to join her for a tea party, complete with plushies and a handmade crown, Elvis couldn’t say no. After all, even a king deserves a day off to play.

Wrapping gifts : 70!ElvisXBlack!OC Elvis tried to help out wrapping some gifts, but ended up making a mess, you decided to help him out.

Honey, Honey: 70s!ElvisXBlack!OC While listening to ABBA’s Honey, Honey, you give Elvis a playful, teasing performance with a hairbrush as your microphone, swaying and singing just to get a rise out of him.

Happy birthday, Daddy! : 1977s!ElvisXBlack!OC On Elvis’s birthday, January 8, 1976, his wife and their kids, Elias (9) and Melody (8), surprise him with breakfast in bed. They bring pancakes, bacon, and eggs, along with a handmade card and flowers.

A night in Tupelo: 1950s!ElvisXBlack!OC On a sultry night in Tupelo, August 12, 1954, a chance meeting with a rising Elvis Presley ignites a forbidden connection, testing the boundaries between desire and discretion in a world that’s always watching.

Emotions : 1968s!ElvisXAngela!Black!OC In 1968, Angela, a pregnant Black woman, and Elvis Presley struggle with the pressures of parenthood and his comeback special. Through arguments and doubt, they find strength in each other as they prepare for their baby.

REQUESTS

The One in the Polka-Dot Dress (50s!elvis)

Bridge Over Troubled Water (60s!Elvis)

Series:

The Mystery in Memphis: 50s!elvis Elvis stumbles upon a hidden journal in a pawn shop. The journal contains cryptic entries from someone warning about an event that could change history. As he deciphers the clues, Elvis becomes embroiled in a web of secrets, danger, and a conspiracy threatening the people he loves.

Velvet chains Elvis Presley wasn’t just a man; he was a force—magnetic, unpredictable, and dangerous. Camille felt it the moment his piercing blue eyes landed on her, burning through the smoky room like a warning. His charm was intoxicating, but beneath it lay something darker: jealousy, obsession, and a temper fueled by the pills that kept him going. She knew she should walk away, but Elvis wasn’t the kind of man who let go of what he wanted. And he wanted her.

COMING SOON!

From Memphis to the Caribbean: In 1975, Elvis Presley meets Lena Rosario, a strong-willed Dominican woman, during his world tour. As they connect over music and their differences, an unexpected romance begins to blossom in the heart of Santo Domingo.

[sunnysidesevenup]

Overview:

Hi, I'm Sunny! I'm a queer artist and writer. As a general rule, I LOVE interacting and talking with people. Feel free to send me any asks, dms, etc. I'm in multiple fandoms but I mostly post Twisted Wonderland content on this blog (don't be surprised if I post other things as well, though!)

#sunny's yapping ☀️: for random thoughts and rambling with no art, can be oc related but in general isn't for formal posts.

#sunny's asks! ☀️: for answering asks, usually with art.

#sunny's writing! ☀️: used for both ao3 fics and fics posted on this blog (shorter than ao3 fics)

Masterlist (for both writing and art):

Fanfics on AO3:

heart's in a different place: BSD x MHA crossover! over 100k words, Uraraka-centric, ships included but not the focus. #heart's in a different place for fanart :D

Strawberry Candy: oc-centric MHA fic, romance with a side of plot. connected to heart's but not necessary to read both. #strawberry candy

Figure You Out: TWST Jaderuggie fic.

OC's:

BNHA:

Hayato Najima: #hayato najima, shipped with Ren. oc x oc

Ren Mochizuki: #ren mochizuki, shipped with Hayato. oc x oc

TWST:

Arlo Wake: #arlo wake oc, shipped with Neige. oc x canon. ​#red camellia - sunny’s ships! ☀️ for ship specific stuff.

Arlo x Neige intro comic: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (incomplete)

Harveston Event Cards and Vignette Fic: Not Here For You Guys (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Misc: not quite a prince, but I’ll save you anyway (drabble), Vil & Arlo, Leech Twins & Arlo, Epel & Arlo

Pocky Day Comic

Cards: Ceremonial Robes, Fairytale Soiree, SSR New Years, SSR Moonlight Attire

Sprites, Full

Tilly: #twst tilly oc, shipped with Fellow. oc x canon: #foxglove - sunny’s ships! ☀️ for ship specific stuff.

Intro Comic: 1, 2

Tilly's 23rd Birthday (fic)

Happy Birthday, Tilly! by @ramshackle-ramblings

Tilly's scars + lore (comic)

Unique Magic

Foxglove intro post

Sprites, Full

Yuichi: #yuichi yuu oc (or #twst yuu), my yuu. sort of (?) shipped with Ace, but it's mostly platonic.

Intro

Cards: Basic R, SR's + groovies, Halloween SSR, Dorm SSR + Vignette, Sprites, Playful Land SR

How Did You Get Here? comic

Elio Sonne: #elio sonne oc

Intro Comic, some lore

Cards: Go Go Night Raven! SR, groovy

Ithel Sonne: #ithel sonne oc

overblot sketch

Alistair “Ali” Cearbhaill: #alistair cearbhaill oc, poly ship Che’nya & Idia: #wonderworld trio - sunny’s ships! ☀️ for ship specific stuff.

Ship comic

Sprites

SSR Blacklight Attire

Various Projects:

Moonlight Song Competition (twst fan event - ongoing) #moonlight song competition

[moonyasnow]

My OCs Playful Land outfits!

Just like I did with my other 4 OCs(Irina, Lisle, Veronica & Artemisia) and their Glorious Masquerade Costumes, I made sketches of my other 4 OCs Playful Land costumes, and then colored them in digitally

And quick thing— if they got actual cards they'd be: Tomoe: R Spike: R Victor: SR Junia: SSR

Just like last time, design inspirations below the cut!

Inspiration for Tomoe's outfit!

I really wanted to do something Meiji-inspired, considering the time period

Also working in the colors of Grim's outfit was HARDDDD

fr Tomoe has like— 12 earlier versions before I settled on this one!

Spike!

Cymbal monkey and Lampwick—

The Cymbal Monkey because it fits him as a character well— people are scared of Cymbal Monkies, and people are scared of Spike, both because they look scary.

And Lampwick! A character from the 1940 Pinocchio (which I rewatched for the first time in 10+ years just to make sure the designs looked alright)

Next up we got Victor!

My Chemical Romance's outfits for their album 'the Black Parade' (because 'Welcome to the Black Parade' is one of the songs I associate most with Victor), and also Victor from Corpse Bride, just for that extra Victorian flair-- since I was trying to go for 'Victorian Doctor'

And also a tiiiiiny tiny bit of Dr. Facilier influence— mostly the skull on the hat (on Victor's boots)

Oooo ooo and Junia's is by far my favorite!

Here are the inspirations~

The Doll on a Music Box from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Dumbo, this outfit Elle wears in Legally Blonde The Musical, and Margarita from Evillious Chronicles

You have no idea how much I ADORE the outfit I made for her!

Tag list:

@another-random-paradise @cactus13-rolloflammesimp @thehollowwriter @faefum @beneathsakurashade

@nyx-of-night @theolivetree123 @skibidibabygirl @babyghoul138

[ike-garden2024]

Ikemen Revolution OC information

File: Sorren

Bio

Name: Sorren Valdez

Age & Birthday - 24 / September 22, 2000

Born in - land of reason

Occupation - Works from home as an assistant project manager

Likes - Ramen, Pokemon, cats, music, playing cards, alone time

Dislikes - working out (consistently), sports, crowds, liars, messy places, children

Hobbies - Reading, light gaming, baking, yoga/stretching, dancing & singing (just for fun, not professionally), late night walks

Housing - lives in an apartment with her dog Baan

Physical description

Gender - Female

Height - 160cm / 5’3ft

Weight - 121 pounds

Hair Color - Chocolate brown

Haircut style/length - long layers & face framing curtain bangs

Eye Color - Chestnut brown

Body shape - pear

OC Personality: Qualities

Leadership

Reliability

Resilient

Optimistic

Attentive

Benevolent

Good at placing boundaries

Cautious

Compassionate

Decisive with work related things

Flexible

Knowledgeable

Patient

Respectful

Self control

Understanding

Rational

Independent

Curious

Sarcastic

Playful and silly when comfortable

OC Personality: Flaws

Anxious

Stubborn

Clumsy

Awkward

Spaces out

Self control

Insomnia

“Fake it till you make it” personality to give herself confidence

Insecure

Overthinker

Indecisive with personal things

Paranoid

Guilt ridden

Lies about her feelings

Has random burst of obsessive study/work times

Overprotective with those she cares about

Intolerant of very specific things

Bad habit of purposely ruining relationships she’s built

OC Backstory

Sorry no details here!

Sorren will receive a “main route” style story where you can learn about her backstory ＾ω＾

For now, here’s a fic I wrote as a fun way to introduce her and the upcoming story

OC Relationships

Mother - deceased

John - younger brother / deceased

Jasmine - older sister / alive / not on good terms

Isabelle - eldest sister / alive / not in good terms

Adrien - best friend

Lucia - best friend

Baan - 3 year old Doberman that Sorren adopted

Romantic partner

Ray Blackwell

Random Facts

Emoji - ✨

Sorren has sleeping problems.

If you’re too loud, she’ll slowly walk away.

Is pretty clumsy, bumps into furniture all the time and apologizes to it.

Runs out of energy quickly.

Despite owning a dog, she prefers cats.

Sorren’s favorite time to clean is night.

Needs to nap in order to function. (doesn’t rival Mousse though.)

She has a habit of rearranging furniture fairly often. (Ray has forbade her from moving around the general furniture everyone uses because it confuses people. She’s only allowed to move the furniture in her and Ray’s room whenever she wants.)

Fears: bugs, spiders, water, heights.

She’s not fond of very sweet things; this was her motivation to learn how to bake.

She loves spicy food.

Soup is her favorite food.

She’s not good at it but she loves to play cards.

Sorren doesn’t have a stable job in Cradle. She likes to go help around wherever she feels like.

[springlock64]

[TWST OC OUTFIT ASK GAME]

So uh, Hello! (No this isn't my Yuu-sona I'm just a bit nervous and drawing my persona made me feel better)

Stole this format from @/ai-kan1 with some changes and edits cause new events have come out, thanks to @phuuca for the updated format and letting me use their Yuu in the game too sense our Yuus are heavily connected! :D

(Ramshackle Selfie!! I’m going to throw a brick lovingly at them <333)

(Yuuna in my style! Need to show her in my style but the first one is pretty out dated but @phuuca has done my girl justice with her character card!)

[SCHOOL]

School Uniform 📚

PE Uniform 🧹

Labcoat 🧪

Ceremonial robe 🪞

Masterchef 🍳

Bonus: what would your oc wear on their freetime? 🌂

[CLUBWEAR]

Pop music 🎤

Science 🧫

Boardgame 🎲

Film Studies 🎬

Gargoyle Research Society 🖋️

Mountain Lovers Club⛰️

Basketball 🏀

Track and field 👟

Equestrian Club 🐴

Magical Shift 🥏

Bonus: for the clubs that don't have revealed designs, how would you design them?

[DORM UNIFORM]

Heartslabyul ♥️

Savanaclaw 🐾

Octavinelle 🐚

Scarabia 🐍

Pomefiore 🍎

Ignihyde 🌐

Diasomnia 🐉

Bonus: Ramshackle uniform! What would you design for it? 👻

[EVENTS]

Beans Day 🫛

Fairy Gala 🦋

Ghost Marriage 💍

Stargazer 💫

Vargas Camp ⛺

Al-ab Naria 🎆

New Year ❄️

Kelkkarotu 🛷

Portfest ⚓

Tamashina Muina 🦁

Rabbitfest 🐇

Lost in the Book with Stitch 🌺

Tapis Rouge 💎

Bonus: if your oc had an event of their own what would it be? What would it be based on or who from the cast would take part in it? 💭

[BIRTHDAY]

Birthday Boy/Girl 🏵️

Union Birthday 🥧

Broomquet 💐

Platinum Suit 🖼️

Cozy Loungewear 💤

Bonus: for broomquet, what flowers would your oc have in their own broomquet?

[HALLOWEEN]

Heartslabyul 💀

Savanaclaw 🏴‍☠️

Octavinelle 🤕

Scarabia🐺

Pomefiore🦇

Ignihyde 🎃

Diasomnia 🐲

Glorious Masquerade 🎭

Playful Land 🎀

Halloween Town 🕷️

[Extra]

NBC Uniform 🔔

RSA Uniform ⚔️

Overblot ✒️

Bonus: What does their tsum look like? 🐜

How to Ask: Since there are two Yuus (Yucca and Yuuna) included, you'll have to include the emoji + the Yuu you want to see. Ex: "🤕 Yucca" or "Yuuna in Scolding Sands"

[ramshacklerumble]

*whistles* Check out all the rides, heh heh. A little nervous, but uhh...let's have some fun, yeah?

Groovification: Playful Land-- where everyone is a star. Think I'll get my spotlight out in the real world...?

Set home: Where do we even start?

Home Transition One: I didn't think I'd like the rollercoaster as much as I did, brrr, I got goosebumps!

Home Transition Two: Jorge and Hernando begged me to come along. I feel kinda bad leaving them behind, but I don't see any rat rides.

Home Transition Three: What a GORGEOUS theatre. I've got a handful of stage plays in the works, y'know, imagining them on a stage like that... *dreamy sigh.*

Home, after login: Mmm! Hahaha, these mozz sticks are STUFFED with cheese. C'mere, try one.

Tap Home 1: Those two... I mean, I guess I shouldn't be quick to judge. I've lost count the amount of times people thought I was sketchy. ...Still...

Tap Home 2: My family could really use a trip like this, they could use a break...Ah, nothing. Just dreaming again.

Tap Home 3: Lilia keeps giving me and Trey...a look. I figured he'd be kinda sour about not telling him, but seeing that smirk on his face-- I think I'd kinda prefer it if he was.

Tap Home 4: I bumped into Gia and that new friend of theirs. Funny, I didn't really think they'd be so comfortable with strangers, but they seemed to be having a real good time.

Tap Home 5: Huh? O-Oh, haha, my tattoo? Yeah, it's, uh...um...Man, I feel so exposed...

tag list:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @blithesharem @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@felix-cant-ski @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade (dm to be added)

[jasmariswonderland]

 🐦‍⬛Kieran Aleister, Third Year NRC Student🐦‍⬛ 

Main Tag | Character Playlist | Voice Claim | Cards 

(A/N: Kieran technically does exist in my current oc-verse as a sophomore student, though most of his story arc takes place in the following year. For more info on the Year 2 AU, please click here. Also, I will not be revealing who Kieran is twisted from as it is lowkey very cringe. But feel free to take guesses in my ask box)

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 🐦‍⬛Introduction🐦‍⬛

Name: Kieran Aleister  

Other Names: Kiki (Scarlett), Anglerfish (Floyd), Moi étourneau (Rook)

Age: ???

Birthday/Starsign: October 19th (Libra) 

Height: 180CM

Eye Color: Deep Brown 

Hair Color: Black with a peacock green tint 

Homeland: Briar Valley 

Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed grandmother and four identical unnamed brothers)

Dorm: Diasomnia 

Class: 3-B (No. 9)

Club: Spelldrive Club

Best Subject: Flight and History of Magic

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Food: Candied Nuts 

Least Favorite Food: Black coffee and anything spicy 

Dislikes: Disorganization 

Hobbies: Traveling, dancing, personal grooming, fashion, flying, improving his magic and casual flirtations. 

Talents: Animal linguistics, particularly with birds

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🐦‍⬛Background🐦‍⬛

Kieran is a shapshifting fae originally from Briar Valley, one of five identical brothers. They have been raised primarily by their mother and grandmother, the latter of whom serves in Queen Malefcia’s court as a royal companion. Their father was a member of the night army but during their last military campaign, he vanished and is presumed to have been killed in action. 

Because of his service to the Draconia’s, his family is held in high regard despite not being of noble blood and the queen is quite fond of Kieran and his brothers. One of his favorite pastimes is attending soirées at the Draconia court and dancing with his brothers. Their striking beauty and delightful personalities make them very popular at court.

They are also incredibly magically gifted but of the five, Kieran is the only one who has expressed interest in the world outside Briar Valley and the only one to attend school with humans. In the interest of learning more about human dance styles, Kieran took part in a youth dance camp at the Land of Dawning a few years before beginning NRC. There he became friends with Taima and Scarlett, though he became particularly close to the latter. 

Kieran began NRC a year before the current freshmen and so is in the same class as Silver, Azul and the other current sophomore students. His time at NRC so far has been amusing if not a tad uneventful. Now entering his junior year, he’s looking forward to whatever fate has in store for him, and he’s especially looking forward to reconnecting with Scarlett who is coming in as a Scarabia freshman. 

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🐦‍⬛Appearance and Personality🐦‍⬛

Kieran is an incredibly attractive young man (seriously that pricrew does NOT do him justice) with androgynous features that are neither masculine nor feminine. He has deep brown eyes and long dark hair that appears black at first glance before you notice the shimmering green tint, most noticeable in the sunlight. He prefers wearing his hair in a high ponytail and eye makeup that best highlights the beauty of his eyes.Though he has four identical brothers, Kieran is often described as being the most beautiful of the five with a charming air that makes him stand out even among them. His gaze can be described as intense but mesmerizing and just a little bit frightening. He is well aware of his good looks and the effect his beauty has on others, using it to his advantage at times.

Personally wise, Kieran is both playful but petulant. He finds humans amusing most of the time though sometimes he does find some of their traits annoying. He particularly dislikes messiness and when things are disorganized. Another thing he dislikes is being mistaken for a girl, something that’s happened more than a few times as his mannerisms could be considered very feminine. And he’s also quick to lose his temper when things are not to his liking.

Like most fae, Kieran is far older than he appears but like Vidaria and Heloise, is mentally still very much a teenager. Though sometimes the things he says give away a wisdom far beyond his presumed youth.

Besides dancing, one thing Kieran enjoys is casual romance and flirtation with any willing participant regardless of their gender or if they’re human or fae. Life in the royal Draconia court has left him accustomed to flattery and praise which he adores. And he finds his dalliances with humans especially fun. Within NRC, he’s on decent terms with most of the students save for those in Savannaclaw, though he’s closest to his dormmates, especially Lilia and Heloise.

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🐦‍⬛Unique Magic🐦‍⬛

Keiran’s UM is called This is No Mystery and once activated, he’s able to erase someone’s short term memory though prolonged eye-contact.

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🐦‍⬛Other Skills/Talents🐦‍⬛

Transformation ~ Kieran has the ability to transform into a crow though he very rarely does so. He prefers his human form and while he has perfected his ability to change into his bird form, he still struggles changing back and will still maintain some bird features as a human, particularly his feet. The only remedy to this are illegal transformation potions.

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🐦‍⬛Trivia/Lore 🐦‍⬛

(A/N this segment will be periodically updated)

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🐦‍⬛In-Canon Adventures🐦‍⬛

Prologue ~ Kieran was a little depressed knowing that Heloise would not be joining him in his sophomore year but found some comfort with Vidaria and Silver. He took a quick liking to Sebek and found great amusement when Yuulan and Grim crashed the orientation. Right before the ceremony began, he briefly reconnected with Taima but they would end up not seeing much of each other after that night.

Book 1 ~ Kieran was unaware of what was happening at Heartslabyul and as of Book 5, is still unaware of Riddle’s OB.

Book 2 ~ After noticing how many of the other dorms spelldrive players were getting injured, Kieran decided to skip club practices for a few weeks to not risk being targeted as well. He ends up playing for Diasomnia in the tournament which is a massive success for them. Unfortunately, the results end up putting a dent in his friendly acquaintance with Taima and coupled with Sebek’s brazen attitude towards her, they end up not speaking to each other again until the following school year.

Book 3 ~ Kieran did not get involved in Azul’s schemes and so far is unaware of his overblot. Being a pretty decent student already, he didn’t see the need to go to him for help passing his exams as he managed to do so on his own.

Book 4 ~ While Kieran was still on campus during the crisis at Scarabia, he and the rest of the Diasomnia crew stayed to themselves and he was not aware of what was going on until Iman confided in Vidaria who in turn confided in him. Kieran returned to Briar Valley with Malleus, Lilia, Silver and Sebek and spent his winter break going to several holiday parties at the Draconia court.

Book 5 ~ Kieran considered auditioning for NRC Tribe but ultimately decided against it once he found out that Rook would be on the team as well. He didn’t want to cause any awkwardness with him or the other team members and decided to attend the festival just as a regular student. The morning of the VDC, Kieran was thrilled when he was finally reunited with Heloise who had recovered and returned to NRC to complete her sophomore year. They sat together at the VDC with their other Diasomnia companions and enthusiastically cheered Vidaria on as she performed with the Black Swans.

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🐦‍⬛Relationships🐦‍⬛

General ~ Kieran is at best fairly amiable to most of the NRC students he interacts with and at worst fairly neutral. The only exception to this is his dislike of Leona because he considers his attitude towards Malleus disrespectful. He also doesn’t get along much with Azul but gets along well with the Tweels.

Rook ~ So fun fact, in Keiran’s freshman year, he and Rook engaged in a very brief dalliance. One day, Rook came across Kieran practicing shape shifting between his crow form and his human form. He was spellbound and Kieran, amused by Rook’s flattery, indulged him. Their whirlwind romance lasted a few months but Kieran soon became annoyed with Rook’s frequent inquiries and comments about being a fae and life in the Draconia court that he found impertinent. The final straw was when Kieran caught Rook spying on Vidaria while she had her wings exposed. They broke up soon afterward and while there is currently no bad blood between them, Kieran would prefer to stay away from Rook if it can be helped.

Diasomnia ~ As mentioned, Kieran is closest to his fellow Diasomnia companions. Lilia in particular thought very highly of Kieran’s father and for his sake, goes out of his way to extend goodwill to him while they’re in school together. Multiple times throughout his life, Lilia has tried to convince Kieran to begin training to become one of Malleus’s retainers but everytime, Kieran turns him down.

🐦‍⬛Kieran’s Relationships With My Other Twst OCs*

Like with the canon cast, Kieran gets along fairly well with most of my ocs. The only one he outright dislikes is Andrew but that’s because they’ve faced each other on the spelldrive field many times with each time ending the same. With RSA being victorious with Andrew’s assistance.

Of my ocs, his closest friend is Heloise as they’ve grown up together in the Draconia court serving the Draconia’s in different ways. One thing Kieran enjoys is chatting with Heloise’s familiar Igraine and will occasionally change into his crow form to better interact with her. It’s been implied that Heloise has a crush on one of Kieran’s brothers and he loves to tease her about it. He’s also fond of Vidaria though they are slightly less close due to Vidaria’s general mistrust of most in the Draconia court save for Heloise and Silver.

[tixdixl]

"I'm sorry for slowing down the pace..."

Groovification: [LOCKED]

Set to Home Screen: Time to see what's happening!

Home Transition 1: I'm not going to lie; I've not been to an amusement park since the incident. I don't know how this will go.

Home Transition 2: Wait, we have to perform? And it's not with instruments...? Since when---

Home, after login: It genuinely looks like Cusi is having fun. A first really.

Home Transition (Groovification): [LOCKED]

Tap Home 1: So much of the park feels like a blur... What have we even done so far?

Tap Home 2: Trey keeps giving me a look and I don't know why.

Tap Home 3: Everything is so bright; it's kind of wild, not gonna lie.

Tap Home 4: I feel like something it up with Fellow, but every time I try to figure it out, everything just goes fuzzy.

Tap Home 5: What time is it even?

Tap Home (Groovification): [LOCKED]

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I ended up making some design changes as I was doing the groovy (cause I actually drew the groovy first). But I do really like the changes I made.

I also would like to point out- it's hard to see, but Xiáng's eye is in fact bleeding in this piece. Needless to say he has an extremely bad time at Playful Land.

This card really pushed me in my ability to work with forced perspective, dynamic lighting, and compositional space. And honestly, I'm really proud of it.

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[sassykattery]

No Rest for the Wicked, Pt. 1

Welcome back, everyone! I appreciate your patience in me going on this hiatus. I have begun the process of finishing the finale of this series, and it's time we take the construction cones off the road and go! The rest of Season 3 here we come!

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly.

Themes: Romance. Adventure. Engagement.

Characters: MC. Diavolo. Lucifer. Barbatos. OC: Vox.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy!

"MC, are you ready?" Lucifer called out to you.

"Coming!" You called back out from your ensuite bathroom in the castle. After one last adjustment of your blazer, you took one more look before heading off to the foyer.

It had been several months since you regained your memory.

"Ah, there you are–" Lucifer said, adjusting his cuffs, and then looking up at you to pause. You were wearing a navy-blue power suit with diamond lined pinstripes, but without an undershirt, your cleavage was on display. Your diamond stilettos clicked across the floors, and you were in your demon form. He was wearing an all-black number, from the tie, shirt, to the entire suit.

"My, oh my, MC," Lucifer purred, opening his arms open to you. You gladly accepted the embrace. "I think I discovered a new kink just now," he murmured into your hair. You chuckled in response and pulled away.

"I take it you like it then. I thought for the interview, I should wear something different," you replied sweetly.

"What's different?" Diavolo asked, rounding the corner and stopping short, not bothering to hide where his gaze landed – on your chest.

"My eyes are up here," you commanded, taking your index and middle finger to guide his eyes back up to your face.

"That is different," Diavolo said, approaching you. He was in a white suit with a burgundy undershirt and black tie. Then he smiled, looking you over in your entirety, "I think I rather like it," he stated.

"We should head to the studio, we'll be starting soon," Lucifer said, checking the time.

-

"We'll be live in three... two... one... go."

"Hello! And we're live at Studio 666, with an exclusive interview with our soon-to-be Demon Queen, MC, the Avatar of Vainglory!"

You walked out onto the stage, waving at everyone, smiling as you took your seat next to the show host, Vox. Vox was a male pride demon, known for his interviews with the Devildom's elite, including the brothers, royals, and other aristocrats. He was tall as far as demons went, handsome, and quite the smooth talker. His lavender hair accentuated his grey eyes, and he smiled at you broadly. His hair and eye color stood out against his tawny skin. With a jaw so sharp it could cut and a nose broad and tall, he easily passed for godhood in appearance. This interview was televised live to all three realms as your wedding dates drew closer, as did your eventual coronation date with Diavolo.

"Welcome MC! We are so happy to have you join us today," Vox said. "This is your first ever interview, is that correct?"

"Ah, well, one time I was interviewed for the RAD Newspaper, but I've actually never been on television before. I'm rather excited," you replied smoothly.

"How thrilling! So, if you don't mind, we have some questions that has everyone buzzing to know the answers to, and we'd be most appreciative if you answered a few," Vox said warmly.

"Of course, I would love to answer them! Let's start," you replied.

"Excellent. Our first question is, how did you and Lord Diavolo become an item? Was it love at first sight? How did you win his heart?" Vox asked, reading his cue card and then looking up at you.

"Oh, well, I like to think I won him over by being one of the few people to beat him at chess," you answered with a playful smirk, and the audience laughed. "I'm kidding, but no, we actually became good friends first, and we shared a love for chess, so we often play together."

"That is simply adorable!" Vox beamed.

Diavolo and Lucifer watched you from one of the backrooms that were private for exclusive guests.

"Wait, she actually beat you?" Lucifer smirked, taking a sip of Demonus.

"The one time I didn't let her win, but she did anyway, and it went to her head," Diavolo mumbled, watching the screen.

"Moving on. Our next question, it seems you have not only captured the heart of our Demon Lord, but a certain Avatar of Pride. Many of us thought Lucifer was untouchable, but you seemed to have won him over as well, can you tell us about that?"

You smiled sweetly. "Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't easy, however, we have a lot in common, so we have a deep mutual respect and understanding of one another. But I like to think what won him over was my dedication to RAD, the exchange program, and our family," you stated.

"As a pride demon myself, I can completely see why he would be so smitten with you then! Imagine having someone such as yourself at your side, of course you couldn't help but fall in love!" Vox exclaimed, laying thick on the charm.

"Tch..." Lucifer bristled at how chummy the host was being to you. It was Diavolo's turn to smirk then.

"Alright, one more question from our audience and then I have some of my own. How has your life changed since becoming involved with Lord Diavolo and Lucifer Morningstar?"

"Ah, well, it has in many ways," you started to say. "I knew that becoming involved with Diavolo would bring the public eye onto me, though I had a little bit of that being in the exchange program anyway, but I didn't realize that so many people would be interested in my life, as a human or a demon. When it came to Lucifer, I was often met with the glares of the lower demons who were rather fond of him," you said with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "Those are the more interesting aspects that I'm sure the fans want to know about. Of course, there are the less interesting things like learning to become a royal, balancing everyone's schedules, things like that."

"Very good, thank you, I think our fans will appreciate your thorough answer. Now, I have a question of my own. You brought up family earlier when speaking about Lucifer Morningstar's brothers, but I want to know, should we expect any little royals of your own in the future?"

"No no no no no no," Lucifer groaned. Diavolo set his drink down and immediately stormed out of the room and found the producer as he stood next to the cameraman at the back of the studio audience filming the interview.

"You cut that this instant or I'll have every single one of you fired," Diavolo murmured in the producer's ear, but you looked out into the audience and smiled, and by the time Lucifer caught up to the prince, you started to speak.

"That is an interesting question. I guess you'll just have to wait and find out like everyone else," you said with a lower tone, but your face never faltered.

Vox immediately caught on to your slight displeasure, and when he looked over to his producer, he saw the very angry glares of Diavolo and Lucifer.

"We'll see indeed! Thank you. Moving on..."

The rest of the interview went swimmingly, talking about the weddings and coronation, it seemed everyone was very excited and ready for the changes coming to the Devildom with your influence, and by the time it was over, several hours had gone by. The director came by and informed you it was one of their highest rated viewings and highest positivity rating. You nodded and sat back in your chair in your room at the studio, getting your hair and makeup touched up for you to go to your photoshoot with Devil Style.

"Hello darling," Diavolo said, appearing in the mirror behind you. The makeup stylist took their leave, and it was just you two.

"My love," you replied with a small smile. He rested his hands on your shoulders.

"You did very well, I'm proud of you," he stated. You looked at him through the mirror.

"I learned from the best," you replied quietly.

"I'm sorry about Vox... I was very displeased with that segment and told the producer-"

"It's fine, Diavolo. I have to learn how to navigate those sorts of things," you interrupted. Diavolo relaxed a little, smiling at your diplomacy.

"Indeed," he replied, leaning down to kiss the top of your head between your horns.

"MC, Lord Diavolo, it's time for the shoot," an assistant came by and informed you both. You nodded and thanked them.

"You alright, princess?" Diavolo asked quietly.

"I'm fine. Just not used to this level of stardom," you replied. He could tell you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help but feel like there was more.

-

"Alright, MC, you're going to sit in this chair here," the photographer said, leading you to an armchair in the middle of the set, in front of a green screen. It was a high-back chair with a dark burgundy velvet button-tufted back with gold-finished wood, one obviously fit for royalty. They positioned you to sit fully straight up with one leg crossed, arms laid on the arms of the chair.

"And now you two..." the photographer mumbled, positioning Diavolo and Lucifer. Diavolo stood beside you, one arm leaned onto the back of the chair, and Lucifer stood on the other side, arms folded as he leaned against the chair as well.

"Perfect," the photographer said, stepping back. They instructed you all on the different faces and attitudes they wanted. This photo was going to be the cover of next month's magazine, while the next shots were for the printed interview pages with Vox. There were some with you and Diavolo, and then some with just you and Lucifer.

In the final set, it was just you, and one of your stylists came out with a box.

"They want you to wear this for the last set," he said. You nodded and he opened it, revealing a diamond tiara, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. You looked up at the assistant and shook your head.

"Surely, you're mistaken," you told him.

"I'm afraid not, princess. The magazine director and I want you to wear it," Diavolo said, walking up to you and your assistant with a broad smile. "It's not your official crown, it's one I had made specifically for this shoot," he informed you. A blush dusted your cheeks as you sat back and allowed your assistant to situate it on your head.

Everyone left you alone, and the photographer then came up to you. "Alright, MC, I want this last set to be all about you, so, tell, how should you pose for this one? I want it to scream your personality or anything special about you."

You thought for a moment, considering their request. After some thought, you whispered to the photographer some of the props you would need, and they instantly smiled, appreciating your vision. Lucifer and Diavolo were ushered out as they changed out the scene, and were only allowed back in when you told them to.

A black lounge chaise was set out, and you had black roses scattered around you, a black side table next to the arm of the chaise, decorated with pomegranates, gold chains, and jewels. As for you, you were stretched out in the chaise, your upper body slightly upright as you leaned against the arm of the chaise, the rest of your body laid out on its side in the rest of the chair. You unbuttoned your blazer, allowing more of your bare torso to show, and in your free hand, you held up a demon skull. Looking at the camera, you gave it a seductive smirk as your vanity shined through your eyes, your body radiating your sin with plumes of midnight blue vapors appeared behind you, still in your demon form of course.

Diavolo and Lucifer were allowed back in after a few of the photos were taken, and they both stopped short at the sight of you.

"I'm so making this into a painting," Diavolo murmured.

Lucifer smirked, but ultimately agreed with the prince's sentiment. Both of them had to go distract themselves as their arousals were getting the better of them.

"MC, you are absolutely stunning. You'll have to come model for us again," the magazine director said to you after the photographer was done.

"You're too kind, but I'd be happy to," you replied hotly.

-

After the shoot was over, you and your fiancés went out to Ristorante Six to celebrate your successful day. Diavolo arranged for the three of you to have a private room in the back, and you were finally able to relax after a few glasses of Demonus.

"Better?" Lucifer asked, noting your state.

"Indeed. Diavolo, I don't know how you do all that," you replied slowly.

The prince chuckled. "I grew up with it, princess. I'm used to it," he replied, smiling brightly. "But I am very proud of you. You were amazing the entire day."

"I know," you said a little arrogantly with a wink.

"The Avatar of Vainglory, in all her glory," Lucifer muttered. You turned to him.

"Jealous?" you asked.

"Not at all. You two can enjoy that to your heart's content," Lucifer replied smoothly.

"So, with the weddings in a couple months, do you think you've done everything you needed to prepare?" Diavolo asked you.

You finished a fourth glass of Demonus and started a fifth, "Yeah, I think I got everything down. I just hope it all goes okay," you said even slower. Immediately, you finished the glass and poured another. Lucifer and Diavolo shared a glance and focused back on you.

"Are you worried about something?" Lucifer probed.

"Yeah, I'm afraid something gonna go wrong," you replied, then finishing that glass and pouring your seventh. "Jus' like it 'lways does," you slurred.

"Why don't you slow down just a touch, dove," Lucifer said, sliding the bottle of Demonus away from you. You pouted and stared at the table ahead of you, the blue liquid in your drink mesmerizing you.

You buried your face in your hands, elbows on the table. "Jus' seems like ev'ry few months, somethin' comes up 'n I get into trouble," you groaned.

"Darling, you know those things aren't your fault, right?" Diavolo said, putting his hand on your shoulder. You hiccupped and nodded.

"But you can't deny it always causes a lot of trouble for ev'rybody," you said tearfully. Very suddenly, you slumped and leaned over on Lucifer's shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Well, that went well," Lucifer deadpanned. Diavolo sighed and waved you and Lucifer off to take care of the bill. You didn't even make it to dinner, to their dismay. Lucifer put his arm underneath yours and helped you out of the booth to take you back to the castle. Diavolo caught up not too long after, picking you up and carrying you bridal style until you three reached the castle doors where Barbatos let you all in.

"Went that well, did it?" Barbatos said, deadpanning as well after looking you over. Diavolo continued to carry you to your suite while Lucifer stopped and looked at the butler.

"It seems someone can't handle their Demonus," he stated, slightly miffed.

Barbatos smirked. "She's young, it's not like she does it every weekend like you and the young master," the butler replied hotly. Lucifer bristled and rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Diavolo laid you back on your bed, taking off your heels and undressing you. Once you were nude, he grabbed a nightshirt. As he tried to wrestle it onto you, you pawed at his face lightly, giggling quietly.

"Darling, it would be easier if you cooperated," he mumbled.

"Mm, but I want you~" you purred, dragging your hands down his chest, trying to fiddle with the buttons of his suit.

"Not tonight, you need to go to sleep," he replied softly. You then blinked a few times, tears shedding and rolling down your cheeks.

"MC..."

"I just want to make you and Luci proud, Dia," you said softly with a crack in your voice. You finally let him put your nightshirt on and then he scooted in close, cupping your face.

"My sweet, sweet princess, you make me proud every day. You demonstrate a strength that I would have never guessed you had, and I never seem to stop being impressed by you," he cooed. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Will you stay? Can Luci stay?" you pleaded very sweetly.

"Anything you want, my love. Let me go get him and I'll go change. I'll be right back." You nodded and settled into bed.

By the time the two demons returned to your suite, you were out cold, snoring loudly in the middle of the bed in a starfish position. They thought it was adorable, and they managed to situate you so everyone could fit as you were sandwiched in-between the two.

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[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 08

08 - Play Along

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc / nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

word count: 5.3k

masterlist/intro: here | crossposted: ao3

warnings; irritating moody noah lol, angry/jealous nicholas, alcohol, noah teaching how to play pool, creepy guy at bar, implied past SA experiences, physical fight, blood, love triangle a brewin', 18+ ONLY MDNI

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

VALLIE

Noah somehow convinced me to drive us to a bar down the street from the warehouse where we were brainstorming with Bryan.

“So, remind me why you couldn’t have just driven here yourself?” I asked, looking over at him in the passenger seat of my rental car.

“I don’t have a car.” He replies flatly.

“You’re a world famous rockstar, and you don’t have a car?”

I hadn’t notice just how tattooed his hands are until I catch them moving up and down his thighs. The small action reminds me of ways I soothe my anxiety, especially in stressful work meetings.

“Not ‘world famous’, nobody even knew who we were til last month.” He’s quick to correct me and his grumpy tone makes it transparent that he’s still annoyed about getting kicked out by Bryan.

“Right.” I reply shortly.

I pull up to the small seedy bar Noah directed me to. It’s nestled within a larger strip of restaurants and shops. The random tiny city we’re in is not nearly as busy as LA and the buildings are all rustic and brick.

I’m not even parked a whole minute before Noah has already slammed his door behind him and headed towards the front door. At this point I should just expect to have to babysit every single grown man in this fucking band.

When I walk into the establishment, I’m smacked in the face by thick cigarette smoke and my face twists in disgust. It’s packed for 2pm on a Tuesday and almost every single patron is accompanied by a lit cigarette. I spot Noah at the bar already, just receiving his first full beer.

“A cosmopolitan please.” The words can’t come out fast enough, I need alcohol more than air itself right now. The bartender nods and starts curating my order.

Noah scoffs, “A cosmopolitan really? Could you get any more pretentious?”

“Oh my god.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Could you just shut up for literally like 5 minutes?” Right on cue the bartender places down a stemless martini glass with transparent red liquid. “At least it’s better that some basic ass beer.” I take a long sip of my ice-cold drink and alleviation begins the moment the alcohol meets my tongue.

He finishes the last of his beer and lands it hard on the wooden tabletop. “Fine. Whiskey and Coke please.”

“What is your deal huh, why are we here? What exactly are we doing?” I ask the obvious, finishing my own drink already and gesturing to the bartender for another.

He lifts his new glass, “You’re looking at it, Thornhill.”

My brows immediately scrunch together, “How do you know my last name?”

“You think you’re the only one who does their homework?” He asks ironically. “You do work with us after all.”

Both of our new drinks are halfway gone already with replacements on the way. Getting plastered midday on a Tuesday with my most infuriating client in some hole in the wall California bar was not on my bingo card for the week. But these boys keep surprising me, it’s almost refreshing. Almost.

Noah is quick to get started on the fresh drink in front of him, maybe too fast. The glass hadn’t even hit the table before it was half gone.

The numbing already growing in my fingers reminds me that all I had for breakfast was a green juice. Noah’s eyes travel over the bar and land on something across the room then back on me. His eyes are mischievous and playful, “You know how to play pool?” His lips spread into a competitive smirk.

I raise my brows at him. The man that was just 30 minutes ago arguing with me about music video lighting now wants to play pool?

“You want to play pool… right now?”

He laughs, which makes me realize I’d never heard him laugh. It’s nice. If I wasn’t already so exhausted by his bullshit already, it might’ve even made me smile.

“So, you don’t know how to play is what you’re telling me.” He slips off the stool and grabs my arm dragging me off my own.

“Hey, hey!” I smack his hand off my burgundy blazer, “This is designer, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your bourbon-y fingers all over it.”

His eyes roll so hard I think they might fall out. “Oh, so sorry princess.” He raised his hands up in defense. “Wouldn’t want to get your Prada dirty.”

While derogatory, the nickname makes my cheeks heat up but I’m not quite sure why. “It’s YSL actually.” I correct him, not that it matters but I guess when you pay almost $4000 for a jacket, it seems like it matters.

“See? Pretentious.” He points at me before going over to the table to set up the game.

I brought our drinks and my bag over to a wooden chair just behind the tables so I could keep a close eye on them. I decide that between the weak airflow in the bar and the sticky surfaces that it would be best to shed the jacket. I slip it off my arms and immediately remember that the blazer was essential to the look, since I only have a black lace corset underneath. But with the 4? 5? drinks I’ve had, I don’t care right now.

“Okay so since you don’t know how to-” Noah turns to look at me and seems to forget his words, he just blinks at me with a deer-in-headlights look.

I step closer to him, “Ya know, it’s not polite to stare.” I say in a hushed tone and poke his pointy nose. Whether or not he is actually looking at me like that, doesn’t matter, my confidence is boosted regardless. Surviving in an industry like the one we’re means walking a fine line between power and control. Men are easy to control when you know how to use assets correctly. And right now, he’s looking at the assets on my lace-covered chest.

“What were you saying again?” I ask, putting my weight on my palms at the edge of the table and leaning forward.

He clears his throat and diverts his eyes away from my cleavage. He directs me to a triangle filled with variously colored balls, some solid, some striped and all with numbers on them. “So basically, you want to get all your designated balls into the holes.” He hands me a long stick, “This is a cue, this is what you’ll use.”

“Got it.”

He perks up a brow above an eye, “You’ve really never played before?”

“Nope.” I take a sip of my potent drink without breaking eye contact with him. “Never thought I’d like it. I’ve watched exes play though. Seemed lame.” I say, sounding more apathetic than I actually am.

“Alright well,” He tugs at the hem of his long band shirt, “You might like it.” He knocks back the last of his drink and holds out a hand to me, “You want a refill?”

I drink the last bit of my own, letting the ice slide down the glass and sit on my numbing lips for just a second before handing it to him. “Please, thank you.”

The minute he leaves me, I become very aware that I’m the only female in the dark bar and every set of eyes is on me. I cross my arms over my chest and retract into myself.

Not long after Noah returns, we start playing. He explained how he “broke” the triangle and he ended up being solids which meant that I’m stripes. After a very bad attempt at hitting a ball, he decided I wasn’t doing well.

“No, no, no.” He waves me off before my stick touches the white cue ball. “Here, I can help.” He rounds the table and stands behind me. I obviously knew he was taller than me, but it isn’t until just now that I realize just how much taller he is than me – the top of my head barely meets his shoulders. And the boots I’m wearing have heels, making me even taller than normal. His sizeable hand runs down my spine and hooks it around my hip to readjust my position. His other arm goes to help adjust my arm that’s holding the stick. I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol, but my skin is burning anywhere he’s touching me and the way his hand engulfs my hip completely sends a buzzing between my legs. His fingertips are mere centimeters away from my core and I am extremely aware of it.

“See, not so bad.” He smiles, pulling away from me and it’s only then that I notice he actually helped me hit the ball.

My eyes linger on him longer than they should’ve. It must be this dim bar lighting and the copious alcohol I’ve had that is making see him through a new filter. His smile meets his eyes and he’s just so…bright. His chocolate eyes are so welcoming and kind, a stark contrast to how harsh and cold they are normally. He’s so much more attractive when he’s not scowling at everything I say.

“What?” He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no.” I shake the thoughts from my head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever really seen you smile.” I blurt out stupidly. “It’s pretty.”

He rolls his eyes walking over to the other edge, “Shut up.”

“What?” I ask walking over to where he’s lining up his cue to the ball. His tongue his tightly held in thought between his lips.

The cue ball clashes into a grouping and sends balls flying across the table, some landing in holes. “You’re still on your boyband bullshit.” His voice gained his usual attitude once again with a bit of drunken slur.

“What?” I shake my head, “No, no. I’m not talking about that.” I chase after him around the table. “I mean it.”

Though I should’ve taken the excuse he provided himself as to why I was even paying attention to his smile in the first place.

The long-haired boy holds his cue stick like staff looking at me with an unconvinced look. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Vallie.” He says in a deep gravelly voice that almost sounds like a threat.

My eyes widen slightly when I look up at him. “I meant it.” I repeat softly, this time with a somewhat intimidated undertone.

He eyes me beneath a skeptical propped brow like I just told him something completely out of the realm of possibility. “Let’s just get back to playing.” He grumbles and walks over to finish off drink.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Similar to Nicholas, Noah also has a sort of whiplash duality, just different. I see tiny peeks of a sunshine-y Noah hidden beneath his grouchy storm-cloud persona. It makes me wonder what it would take to see more of the Noah that was just joking and smiling with me.

After another round or two and various refills later, I’m winning. Again.

“How are you winning when you just learned how to play?” Noah asks, pushing himself off the pool table. “Are you conning me or something?” His voice now has a thick, noticeable slur to it, but I don’t think much of it.

I giggle, “No. I just like to win.”

He scoffs playfully and grabs his own glass with my empty one. “You sure you don’t want another?”

I bite down on my thumbnail thinking, but ultimately refuse. “Nah I’m good for now.” I’ve hit the fine line of if I have another, I could get sloppy. Sloppy mixed with what I felt earlier with his hand on my hip could get me in trouble.

He nods and heads to the bar. I pull my phone from where I tucked it in the waistband of skirt and rest against the table as I scroll through emails I’d missed. Suddenly, I feel a presence that definitely isn’t Noah’s. It’s larger, meaner, and darker.

“That your boyfriend with you darlin?” Speaks a low southern accent. His words seem harmless, but I can tell by his tone that he’s not.

My eyes rise to meet him, he towers over me about as tall as Noah maybe an inch or two more. He might be as tall as Noah, but he’s about double his size, wide and muscular. His face is angular and sharp, adorned with middle-aged wrinkles. My gaze glances down to notice that he’s holding two drinks, one that looks like the one I’ve been drinking all day.

I keep an arm around my waist, my phone open facing me and prop a brow at him. “Maybe. What’s it to you?” I neither confirm nor deny out of caution.

“Well, I was thinkin’ you could have a drink with me.” He holds out the similar-looking drink. “The bartender told me you’ve been drinking cosmopolitans.”

I analyze the martini glass within a quarter of a second – the red liquid is dull, murky and the ice is bobbing at the bottom. I’ve lived alone in big cities long enough to know not to take drinks from strange men, especially when they look suspicious. I’ve dated enough men to know what this familiar uneasy feeling in my stomach means. My thumb maneuvers slowly and discreetly to my camera app and hit record. I would send my location to someone, if I had someone to send it to.

I smile politely, “I’m okay but thank you.”

As I predicted his energy shifts and he steps towards me, “Oh c’mon pretty girl, it’s not very nice to refuse a free drink.”

The fear coiling around my spine forces me to fake a laugh, “I’ve really had enough, but thank you.”

He steps even closer backing me into the pool table, the curved wooden corner digs into my lower back. The bar is so busy that nobody is taking notice of what he’s doing.

“I don’t think you heard me, it’s not nice to refuse a free drink.” He says lowly within the small space between us. “We could just play a round of pool and have a good time.”

The walls begin to cave in on me and air is vacating my lungs. I’m paralyzed, panicking and my heart is racing so fast I fear it may tear through my ribcage.

From the moment he was just near me I knew, I just knew.

I always know.

“I’m just not interested, I’m sorry.” The words slip from me quickly and I brace for verbal impact.

He bridges the little gap that’s left between us and sets each drink at each side of my hips, caging me in with my arms wrapped around my body and my phone still recording. “You think you’re better off with that toothpick of a date you have?” He hisses.

Right on cue Noah returns, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I must’ve really been working off survival muscle memory because I had completely forgotten Noah was with me until just now.

The mystery man pulls back from me with the biggest bullshit smile on his harsh face. “Oh, I was just offerin’ your friend here a drink.” He raises the drink to him.

I chuckle nervously and wave him away, “It’s alright Noah, it’s fine, he was just being nice.” I scratch my arm anxiously. I want the interaction to be over and I’m not expecting Noah to defend me, he barely likes me as a person.

“No Vallie, I saw him.” He sets down his beer and points a finger at him. “You were being fucking creepy.” His drunken voice is rising, and I’m scared that it’s only going to make the situation worse.

The man chuckles at Noah like he’s a puppy barking at mountain lion. “What is this your girlfriend or something?” He asks as though that it’s something he hadn’t already suspected.

Noah briefly glances at me then back at him, “Yes, as a matter a fact she is.” He states assertively but his poker face isn’t that good. I’m surprised that he’s even gone this far to defend me but I’m appreciative.

He laughs even harder, “Oh you really expect me to think a girly twig like you can pull a girl like her?”

Noah doesn’t skip a beat, “You think a meathead asshole like you could pull a woman like her?”

While Noah is scrawny compared to this traditionally “macho man”, I think that was the manliest thing I’ve ever seen a man do for me.

However, it is painfully clear how drunk Noah is by the way he chooses to get in this huge man��s face.

“You’d better fucking watch it, Toothpick.” He growls in his face, then breaks eye contact with Noah to look over at me. “This pathetic joke of a man is your boyfriend?”

Noah doesn’t waver, doesn’t back down with tight fists at his sides but I can’t take it anymore. I may not get along with him, but he doesn’t deserve to be insulted like this on my behalf.

“Yes.” I say confidently with a straightened back, even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth. “Yes, actually, he is. And I’ll prove it.”

I instantly realize that I have no idea how exactly to prove it. So, I go with the first thing I think of within a split second.

I give Noah a brief look that says play along – though, I’m not sure he had enough time to understand the message because when I stand on my tippy toes, take his face in my hands, and land my lips into his, he freezes.

It feels like time freezes too as my eyes flutter closed and I melt into the kiss. Drunk in this shady bar, in this shitty scary situation, right now, it feels like it’s just me and Noah. In this moment, with our lips locked, the bar is quiet, everything is calm, and it feels really fucking good to win at pool. I can’t tell if the swirling in my tummy is from the panic or from something else entirely.

When I finally pull from him, my brows can’t help but furrow together in confusion. He looks back at me with a similar expression – though it’s hard to really decipher any real reactions in his glazed over eyes.

What the fuck was that?

The asshole is visibly over the charade. “What the fuck ever. Maybe next time you shouldn’t let your slut of a girlfriend leave the house looking like a whore.”

Before I even have time to process what he just said, Noah’s fist swings and crashes into Mystery Man’s face.

“Oh my god.” I gasp and bring a hand over to cover my mouth in shock.

It takes a second for the muscular man to react, his hand immediately going to his now bleeding nose. He doesn’t fully realize his condition until he holds out his fingers covered in blood.

His mean eyes then land on Noah like he’s a bullseye target. “You little fucking shit.” The man charges at him and in the blink of an eye, he’s on top of Noah on the ground just pummeling into his face.

“Noah!” I run over to him, not really knowing exactly what I could do.

Luckily, we’d already garnered the attention of the whole bar, so other similar sized patrons were able to pull the man off Noah before he had time to do worse damage. They drag him to the opposite corner of the bar and they fade into the background with my focus now being on Noah.

“Fuck Noah.” I mutter as I land on my knees near his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I stammer frantically looking around at what I could use to help him. The workers near us must’ve read my mind because they brought over a huge stack of napkins. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He says nothing and flutters his glossy eyes closed when I start to clean him up. He winces when I dab the blood gushing from his nose. “I’m sorry.” I repeat breathlessly, trying my hardest to keep a panic attack away. He flinches a bit when I try to gently wipe his busted lip. “Sorry.” I repeat again, because what else am I supposed to say to someone who just got beaten up because of me. I don’t dare go near his already swollen eye until I get access to some ice… or maybe some frozen peas.

“Should I call Nicholas? Or Jolly?” I ask meekly, folding the napkin within my hands.

Noah groans. “Nicholas.” He brings his hand to his forehead. “Don’t call Jolly. He’ll kill us.”

Us

There’s something about that word in that statement. I can’t explain it, but it seems so much bigger than just Noah and I.

Before he finishes his statement, I’ve already texted Nicholas. I’m surprised at how quickly he responded and even more surprised when he says that he’s not even 5 minutes away.

“Nicholas is here? He said he’s visiting a friend at a tattoo shop in this strip.”

“How convenient.” He grumbles sarcastically and uses his hand to cover his eyes.

When I return my gaze to him, I notice his bloody and bruising knuckles. “Oh my god your hand!” I gasp and take his hand in mine. I urgently steal the condensation off a nearby beer glass to wet a clean napkin and use it to delicately clean each knuckle. An overwhelming sense of guilt fills my chest, and another even worse feeling wraps itself around my throat with thorns. My heartbeat begins thumping so hard I can hear it in my ears and I’m trying my hardest to steady my now trembling hands.

He peeks an eye at me while keeping the other scrunched closed. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft with an inflection reminiscent of concern.

My eyes begin to burn the minute he acknowledges my panic and only makes everything worse. I focus intently on where the napkin is meeting his skin. “Mhm.” I know the moment I open my mouth to speak any semblance of emotional control would disappear. I discreetly attempt to stabilize my breathing so that it might tether me back to earth.

“Hey,” His brows knit together and lifts himself up onto his elbows. I never let go of his hand. His other hand finds my chin and gently redirects my gaze to him. “What’s wrong?”

My eyes fill with tears but immediately screw shut in a last-ditch effort to keep my composure. I rarely cry and even more seldom do I cry in front of others. And here am I, about to cry in front of the person I least want to.

The lump in my throat is painful and I try to swallow it down in an attempt to keep my tears at bay. “I’m fine, just let me keep cleaning you up.” My cracking voice gives away just how close I am to unraveling. A tear escapes me and I’m quick to wipe it off with the back of my hand.

He sternly but gently grasps my wrist to stop me from continuing. “I’m not letting you keep going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know… a panic attack maybe?” A couple more tears escape, and I swiftly wipe them away. “You don’t deserve this, this is all my fault.” My eyes fall back down to his bloody hand in my own. “You look like this, because of me.”

He sits up more, analyzing. I can feel him dissecting me – even though we’re both drunk, it feels like he can see right through me. “I think it’s more than that Val. What’s up?”

That’s the first time I’ve heard my name come out of his mouth without some sort of insult attached to it. It sounds nice. I wouldn’t mind hearing it that way again.

My breathing is slowing down marginally, and I choose to ignore that his touch might have something to do with it. Surely it couldn’t have anything to do with it, right?

I take a deep inhale in preparation to speak without crying. I hold his bruised hand carefully with both of mine. I keep my attention on my thumb that is grazing across the black ink on his fingers. “Um.” I press my lips together and take another breath through my nose. He gives me my time, doesn’t rush or interrupt. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I hear my own voice crack and it feels like I’m somehow betraying myself by crying. “But, it’s not the first time something like…that has happened.” I blink some tears from my eyes and still focus on his hand. My voice is small and quiet, not the way I ever like to hear it. “It’s not even the second or third. And they’ve all been so much worse.” I let out a sad, sobby chuckle. “Which is why me crying about this is so fucking stupid because this was nothing. Worse things happen to people all the time and this was just some guy being a creep and–“

“Hey,” He rests his free hand on top of my own that were fidgeting more than I’d realized. “It wasn’t nothing. It was something. Something worth getting in a fight for. Okay?”

“It just shouldn’t be this upset over something so small.” My voice is not even a whisper. “It’s my fault.”

Weak

Is the only thing that is repeating in my head over and over.

I could’ve gotten myself out of the situation sooner.

I shouldn’t have frozen up.

I should’ve just taken the drink.

It didn’t have to escalate to that point.

I could’ve handled it on my own.

I shouldn’t be crying.

I was weak.

I am weak.

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

He sits up and takes my chin into his fingers, titling my face up to meet his. The growing swelling all over his face only makes me feel worse. “You’re not stupid and it’s not your fault.” I know he’s trying to keep it together for me, but I can tell he’s struggling to form and deliver coherent sentences. “I don’t need to know any of the other instances to know that you were never stupid or that anything was your fault. Okay?”

I nod but it’s not enough for him. “I need to hear it.” The look in his chocolate eyes is one I haven’t seen in him before. Even behind his drunken daze and black eye, his eyes are genuine, kind, and concerned. A warmth blooms in my chest – it reminds me of when you’re running from the rain, and you rush into the safety of your car. That feeling of reaching a warm, safe place, that’s what I feel.

“Okay.” I reply quietly. “Thank you.”

While Noah is mere inches away from my face with his hand on my cheek, I hear a familiar voice. “What the fuck.” States an already irritated Nicholas.

Our eyes snap up at him and Noah instantly pulls away as if he has something to hide. Nicholas’ eyes shift between us, seemingly trying to decide which to address first.

“What the fuck did you do Noah.” His tone is immediately defensive.

Noah sloppily falls back onto the floor. His eyes go back to focusing on the ceiling. With Nicholas here, he looks unimpressed, maybe aggravated – definitely aggravated. For the person he told me to call, he seems quite unhappy that he’s here.

“No, no, it’s my fault.” I stop him before he continues to blame Noah. “He was protecting me.” I lower my voice into a whisper for the second half, “He helped me.”

“Bull fucking shit.” He sighs then the crouches down to inspect Noah further. He carefully pushes some bloody hairs away from his face, Nicholas’ touch on him is gentler than even mine. He gets a clear view of Noah’s face, it’s adorned with a black eye, a bruised nose covered in dried blood and a gashed open bottom lip.

“Do you think he’ll have to get that stitched up?” I bring up my thumb and chew on a freshly manicured nail.

He tugs at the injured boy’s lip looking at it closer, “No he’s fucking fine.”

While Nicholas is visibly angry, he seems oddly calm, at least calmer that I expected. I suppose it makes sense though, I’m sure this isn’t his first rodeo with a drunken Noah in a bar fight.

He lets go of his lip letting it harshly snap back into place earning a whine from Noah. “Hey!”

Nicholas stands up straight and offers me a hand to get myself up. Once I’m up in front of him, he gives me a once over, probably questioning my outfit of a lace corset and a skirt. “What were you guys doing here?” He questions angrily and closes a bit of the space between us.

“It’s a long story.” Between the alcohol, the fight, and my fading panic attack, I don’t have the energy to go through it all. He goes to argue with me, and I shut him down, mirroring his low grumbly voice. “I’ll explain later.”

His thick brows fall straight, evidently not liking my answer. He takes a moment, as if he’s trying to decide on the next thing to say without pissing me off. “He could’ve gotten you hurt. He could’ve hurt you.”

I scrunch my brows up at him. Sure, I’ve seen Noah storm out of numerous doors, and I saw him get a little abrasive with Bryan earlier, but would he actually hurt someone? Would he have hurt me?

“He didn’t, Nicholas.” I place my hand softly on his chest in an effort to calm him down. “Believe it or not… he saved me.” The sentence surprises even me as I say it.

Skepticism plasters itself across his face. “Saved you from what exactly?”

My eyes flutter to the ground and the same panicky feeling from before spins behind my ribcage. “It doesn’t matter.” I wave away the technicalities. “Point is, he didn’t do anything wrong. You should let up on him.”

He gives me a you’ve-gotta-be-shitting-me look.

The man from before – which I learned from the guys that pulled him away earlier, that his name was Mike – is being escorted out of the bar by two men who look like security guards.

“Oh, so you didn’t just need one scrawny bitch you needed two?” He practically spits at me while wiggling beneath the guard’s grip.

“Excuse me?” Nicholas snaps immediately turning to narrow his eyes at the man.

He laughs, “This one’s even more pathetic.”

I’m not sure why that, out of everything, fills me with the most rage of all. Anger spreads through me like electricity and every cell in my body propels me towards him.

An arm hooks around my waist and recoils me backwards before my fists can reach his body. Even though Nicholas is shorter than Noah, he still towers over me, and I must look tiny in his arms.

Mike mocks me while the guards try to urge him towards the door.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t fucking talk about them like that!” I struggle trying to escape from Nick’s surprisingly strong arms.

“Hey, hey calm down,” Nicholas hushes me with a little chuckle. “I got you.” His hand gives my side a reassuring little squeeze. “It’s okay.”

Once Mike is completely out of the bar a heavy weight is lifted from my chest and I can finally breathe again. Whether on purpose or by chance, Nicholas’ arm is still wrapped around me, but I don’t mind it. His warmth is comfortable against the frigid air of the bar. It feels nice, like a shelter.

Only then does it occur to me that any sort of panic or fear I was feeling before was soothed by him. In his arms I feel safe, and it reminds me of the way I felt with Noah earlier.

“C’mon asshole,” Nicholas snaps at Noah who’s looking half dead, still laying on the ground.

Noah covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes closed, “I’m gonna need a fucking trashcan.”

“Enough with the dramatics.” Nicholas rolls his eyes, and I can practically feel the impatience and aggravation radiating from his body. “Get the fuck up so I can get us home.”

There is that word again: us.

Us.

It’s a just small detail of wording but for whatever reason, I cling onto it like it means something.

Maybe my time with them won’t be as fleeting as I thought it would be.

next chapter -> 09 - Lavender Haze

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