#the magicians thoughts won’t let me sleep

[thenon-binaryone]

woke up in a cold sweat like it was the spring of 2023 and all my friends were using this filter

[ravencincaide]

 Not everything is as it seems 

Summary: You had every right to be angry- furious- at Chuuya, and no amount of apologies or tears was going to change that. In fact, you were considering breaking off your engagement that very second, packing your things, and leaving while putting put your relationship on hold- though just sleeping alone after months apart would do the trick. OR the time you find out that communication is both the greatest strength and weakness in your and Chuuya’s relationship. 

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 30: Cuddling + an independent part two for ‘And The Truth is Out’ Warnings: Cursing, drinking, rash decisions, guilt, tears, hurt, comfort, FLUFF and a little bit of suggestive sweetness. 

Enjoy~

You pressed three fingers to the bridge of your nose, eyes shut tightly. You were doing your absolute best to handle the onslaught of emotion which washed over you in steady, suffocating waves; anger, frustration, annoyance, humiliation and guilt, And with them came a pounding headache which all served as a brief preview of the hangover you were certain to experience the following morning.  

“ So Chuuya, tell me once again how you did it for me or, well, what was it you said? ‘With me as the only thing on your mind’?“ you muttered, not opening your eyes or even turning to face him. If anything you dug your fingers even deeper into the bridge of your nose, your nails leaving small crescent markings on your skin. 

You heard him groan; a tortured sound as if repeating what he just said was a punishment in and of itself. A kind of sadistic torture that was on par with Dazai’s methods. “ Please” he sighed, a heavy, tired, drained sound “ Once was enough- don’t you think?” 

You growled in warning, a rather weak sound, but it was sufficient to have him tense beside you on the couch. Undoubtedly he was well aware of how angry, no, furious you were at him. Still, Chuuya hesitated. You could practically hear him chewing his lips to shreds as a pitiful distraction from your words. No, he chose silence over admitting his own fuck-up for a second time. A moment longer, then he reached for the almost finished fancy bottle of wine on the table. 

The one he bought, the one you stole at the beginning of the night.

He shook it slightly, raised an eyebrow at how little was left, and then sighed. Clearly not in the position to school you for the barbaric way you consumed Chateau Lafite. No, Chuuya valued his life more than wine and his relationship with you over the temptation of bringing up your wine consumption. Even if he had been right in his assessment that you needed something significantly stronger than wine to deal with this day and the issues that kept pilling up in your lap like a morbid magician trick. No, Chuuya was a lot of things, but he was not stupid enough to add more fuel to the fire by repeating himself or offending your drink consumption. 

Especially when you had heard him loud and clear the first time and were already walking the fine line between tipsy and wasted, or better yet, balancing the tightrope between someone he could actually reason with and.. Well,..his own definition of hell.

The silence dragged on for only a few moments before your anger finally reached a burning point; “ No, Chuuya, you’re going to explain to me exactly what you mean by the fact that you cancelled the restoration of my great-grandmother's wedding dress, forgot to pick it up. While also ordering another dress that, surprise, surprise, won’t be here in time for the wedding!” Your voice echoed around the apartment. Your hand dropped away from your eyes as you turned to face your fiance- now degraded to boyfriend- who once again wiped at his eyes. 

“ I told you, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to find out like this- m’bad I thought the store called ya. But honestly, doll, that dress was ugly, and no way in hell am I letting m’girl walk down the aisle looking like a breaded condom!” Chuuya snapped back, tiredness and tipsy shifting his position from grovelling to something snappier as he pressed the back of his hands against his eyes. 

You gaped at him, a flash of hurt at his words, then a look of horror drew on your face as your drunken mind took his words literally and conjured up an image—a look which somewhat resembled the above-mentioned once-treasured-family-hairloom dress. 

You sighed, then ran a hand through your hair. The disappointment that the dress was gone was still eating away at you. Accompanied by a sense of humiliation at the description of said dress that Chuuya so unkindly used,  More importantly, however, there was anger, something between frustration and rage at the prospect that your so-called soon-to-be would rather hide and exchange dresses behind your back while on a mission away from home instead of coming up and talking to you. No, the anger in the pit of your stomach did not allow you to let him off the hook just yet. 

The devil on your shoulder probed for you to break up with Chuuya then and there- if that was how he acted prior to marriage, only the devil knew the kind of manipulative bastard he could become once the ring (or noose) was tied around your finger. While the angel on your shoulder whispered he did it entirely out of care and love for you; Chuuya knew how much the dress meant to you, but he was also very aware that your already shaky reputation could be affected negatively by said dress. Not to mention how it would affect Chuuya’s image as an executive of Port Mafia if he let his soon-to-be become the butt of the underground society joke. 

Perhaps you did not need to be too harsh on him; a week on the couch and a half-cold shoulder would probably be more than plenty to make sure he never again tried to mess with your clothes, body or choices. Although you’d never admit it, but being separated from him for a few months may have affected your decision in his favour. 

If only slightly.

Admitted defeat, you turned to face him; “ And the tears? Surely you’re not such a pussy to cry about the dress now” you asked, your eyebrow raised as you finally looked at him, twisting and turning on the couch beside you, if not in pain, then in the very least huge discomfort. The sight of it tugged ever so slightly at your angry heart; not enough to cuddle and kiss him but sufficient to ask what the issue was. 

“ ‘Course not, baby, it’s these godamned fucking cheap ass lenses that I can’t get out. Fuck” Chuuya moaned in pain as he pressed the back of his hands against his eyes, somewhere between wanting to claw his eyes out together with the lenses and desperately trying to get the irritated tears to stop streaming down his cheeks. 

You were not even going to ask why he wore ‘cheap ass lenses’. Sometimes you just did not want to know. 

“ Come here”, you sighed and reached beside the couch towards the drawer. There you pulled out a hand sanitiser and squirted some foul-smelling liquid onto your hands before rubbing it in. “ Lay your head in my lap before I change my mind.” 

Chuuya did not need to be told twice. He dropped sideways, his body weight sprawling mostly on the couch with his head landing right in the middle of your lap with heavy, almost painful duns, knocking off his hat in the process. You glanced at it only briefly, feeling the tiniest bit of pity for the way it landed on the floor before you turned your attention back down to Chuuya. He had removed his hands from his bright red eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks. 

The sight was pitiful, but the still burning rod of anger in you left little pity or warmth in your tone—just frustration at how childish he could be. Like an oversized five-year-old, “ You know you did that to yourself, right?” you muttered as you leaned over him and raised your clean fingers towards his eye. He didn’t even flinch, though his sensitive eye twitched several times as you touched the bottom edge of the lens and slid it downward, pinching it ever so slightly off his eye. It popped out without much difficulty;  “ Your eyes are damned sensitive to everything, and you thought it was a fantastic idea to pop some lenses in?” 

“ Come on, babydoll, have mercy” he pleaded as you purposefully took a long moment to discard the first lens before reaching towards his second eye to repeat the process. Once done, Chuuya let out a groan of relief before he wiped the last of the wetness off his cheeks. His eyes were red, irritated and likely hurt a lot, but they were already better than before you took the lenses out for him. 

Without another word; you motioned for him to sit up. Then you stood up and confidently walked towards the bin, discarding the lens. Instead of returning to the couch, you picked up your forgotten phone and reminisced wine from the couch table. 

“ Sweetheart-”

“ No Chuuya, you get the couch. So just stay there and think about your behaviour!” you grumbled, then yelped as you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards until your ass once again made contact with the soft leather. A little maneuvering, some gravity manipulation and you were sandwiched between the back of the couch and Chuuya, his hot breath hitting your ear, his arms cuddling you closer to his chest. 

“ Fair enough, Sweetheart, but you never said I had to sleep alone”, he purred, a smirk evident in his words as he began pressing kisses all over your skin. If apologies and explanations couldn’t pacify your anger, then maybe this will…  

Author note:  This fic was inspired by the following dress. So if I had to see it, so do you. No, but honestly, re-reading the comments on the independent part one of the fic made me want to write something that wasn’t cheating but also equally complicated. IDK if I succeeded but ehh I had fun. Hope you did too

Until next time 

Raven 

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[sparklz02]

Cat Out Of The Box

[Lyney One Shot…🪄]

[Contains spoilers from Fontaine Archon Quest. You have been warned.]

You scanned him very carefully, making sure what he was saying was the absolute truth. “If this is your testimony then…I must go on with the belief and understanding that what you are saying is the truth.”

Lyney gives you his charming signature smile, “I always tell the truth Y/N~. Thank you once again for being our attorney with the Traveler.”

You shake your head and answer politely, “This is me doing a favor for my friend. I believe that you and Lynette are innocent. You guys would never hide something from me.”

Lyney chuckles and flips his hat upside down and says, “Place your hand inside my hat mon ami~.”

You roll your eyes dramatically and place your left hand inside. You begin to rummage around until your fingers feel something very soft and fragile. You grab it carefully and pull it out to reveal a rainbow rose.

Lyney flips his hat dramatically before placing it on his head and asks slyly, “When this trial is over, care to join me for dinner at Hotel Debord~?”

You reply smugly, “Riddle me this Mr. Magician. Is this dinner to celebrate victory or is it a date?”

Lyney chuckles softly and says, “Why not both mon ami~. Or would you prefer mon chéri~?”

You chuckle amusingly, “Whatever helps you sleep at night monsieur. Now I must regroup with the Traveler and Navia. Don’t miss me too much now~.”

Lyney places a hand over his heart and wipes away fake tears with the other, “The idea of being away from you is already enough to hurt my fragile heart!”

Lynette walks in and sees the whole situation and looks at her brother with disgust. She grabs him and speaks to you in a gentle tone, “We won’t be bothering you anymore Y/N. Thank you for helping us.”

She begins to drag Lyney away by force and he whines, begging for Lynette to let him talk to you for a few minutes longer. You giggle at their unique interaction and walk away to regroup with the Traveler and Navia.

🎩🪄🎩

“And you didn’t hear anything else at all? Nothing that might leave an impression of any kind?” The Hydro Archon asks curiously.

Lyney replies with certainty, “No, nothing.”

Time begins to slow as you have come to a realization. You look down at the papers that contain his testimony and the evidence that you have gathered along with Navia and the Traveler.

‘Oh no….’

The Hydro Archon’s expression hardens, “I see, but when the count reached thirty seconds or so, there was a thud—one so loud that I believe practically everyone heard it.”

Lyney was stunned, “Huh!?”

The crowd began to whisper among themselves. Some even had the courage to speak up and testify that the Hydro Archon was correct and there was a thud. You drown your surroundings with the heavy thoughts that invade all of your senses.

You were left in disbelief that Lyney, who you were very close with, lied to you. You began to wonder what else he lied to you about.

The Hydro Archon drops another bomb, “Tell me. Aren’t you and Lynette actually from the House of Hearth?”

Another jab to your heart.

Lyney responds calmly, “That’s irrelevant. Our identities have nothing to do with what happened.”

Your grip onto the papers tightened harshly. The Traveler and Paimon were also left stunned. The crowd slowly gets out of control but Chief Justice Neuvillette quickly demands order.

Neuvillette asks Lyney calmly, “Are these claims true Mr. Lyney?”

Everyone held on to their breaths, waiting anxiously for Lyney to either confirm or deny the claim. Regardless of the answer, more thrill would be added on to the spectacle of the drama that was slowly unfolding in front of them.

Lyney sighs defeatedly and replies sadly, “Yes, they’re true your honor.”

The crowd began to whisper excitedly at the revelation and began to mock Lyney and Lynette. Some even took pity for you and the Traveler who were equally shocked by this newfound information.

Your heart shatters and you begin to shake slightly in anger. The Traveler was also hurt by this deceit and quickly requests for a brief adjournment.

Neuvillette nods understanding the situation, “This trial will reconvene in one hour.”

🎩🪄🎩

All five of you walk into a quiet space and stand there in awkward silence. Paimon and the Traveler cross their arms in disbelief, waiting for the twins to explain themselves.

Your mind was scattered, you weren’t sure if you were defending innocent people anymore. You didn’t have the heart to look at the twins who you held dearly to your heart.

Lyney quickly speaks to break the awkward tension, “I’m sorry—”

You couldn’t take his apology and slammed the papers on a nearby desk and left the room. Everyone flinched at your behavior and watched as you left. Lyney tried to go after you but the Traveler blocked him and looked at him disappointedly.

You left the four to converse if they even managed to get that far. You sit down on a sofa and cover your face with your hands. You sigh shakily as you try to cool your head and look back to the trial and the evidence you found and attempted to find the truth.

After fifteen minutes of recollecting yourself, you felt someone sit next to you and place a hand on your right shoulder. You tear your face away from your hands and look to the side to see the Traveler who had a sad smile.

They ask cautiously, “Are you alright? It’s ok if you want to drop out…”

You exhale deeply and fix your posture, “I’m assuming the twins gave you their true testimony?”

The traveler nods slowly. They retract their hand from your shoulder and say hesitantly, “The twins would like to see you…if you’re fine with it.”

You answer firmly, “I’m fine with it but before that, lay it all out for me. What’s our new evidence that we must present?”

The traveler updates you on the situation and you two brainstorm briefly before reaching a conclusion. The two of you begin to walk towards your designated room.

As you enter, Paimon’s eyes light up in joy and cheers in joy. The twins however looked away in shame. You ask the Traveler and Paimon, “Could you give us some privacy?”

The Traveler and Paimon nod and begin to leave you with the twins. When the door finally shuts close, you look at the twins and cross your arm and give them a sharp look of disappointment.

“How long were you two planning on hiding this information from me?”

Lynette looks down and whispers, “We are truly sorry Y/N…”

Lyney holds onto his hat tightly and also looks down but doesn’t say anything.

You shake your head sadly, “Was our friendship a lie as well? Did you guys become ‘friends’ with me for ulterior reasons?”

The twins quickly look up in shock and shake their heads. Lyney quickly spoke up, “No! Our friendship isn’t a lie! We just….”

“You just what?”

Lyney couldn’t continue his sentence and goes back to finding interest in the floor, same goes for Lynette.

You sigh, “I admit that I can understand why you guys wouldn’t admit this to me. But I want to hear it from the both of you, not from our archon, and not from the Traveler, and whoever else knows of your identity. From you two.”

The twins look at each other hesitantly and finally meet your cold gaze. Lyney holds onto Lynette's hand and answers firmly, "Lynette and I belong to the House of Hearth. We have no ill intentions and only wish to seek a solution to the prophecy that is threatening Fontaine and its people."

Your gaze softens and you sigh, "Well, I'm glad there was no resistance and the truth has been revealed."

The twins look at you anxiously waiting for you to say more. You quickly replace the soft expression to a more serious one, "I will still be your attorney. With the new evidence given to me by the Traveler, I still believe that you two are innocent and that there is something more complex going on."

The twins look at you in relief but before they could celebrate you said, "However,"

They became stiff at the sudden continuation. You continued in a serious tone, "After the trial ends, I wish for us to start all over again."

Their expressions drop. Lyney speaks in disbelief, "But why? We don't have anything else to share so why–"

Lynette tugs onto his arm gently, signaling him to shut up.

You replied seriously, "I feel very betrayed by what has transpired. I believe you two are innocent but only because the facts support this conclusion. My trust is…"

Lyney sighs and gently tips his hat, "I understand. Things could've been worse I suppose…"

Lynette replies quietly, "We perfectly understand Y/N…"

You place your hands on your hip and quickly change tune, "Seems like our time is up. Let's go show everyone and the oratrice that you two are innocent shall we?"

The twins nod and you add in a cheerful tone, “Don’t be too sad. Once this trial is over…how about we start our new journey over a meal at Hotel Debord~?”

[platinumrosetail]

Hi it me 🪿 sorry it took me so long work kicking my ass.

Can I have a yandere playtonic Millie , bilzto, stolas, Luna x female trun demon child reader

Where the reader got to hell cuz well I leave that idea to you and then Millie bilzto and stolas and Luna found them and is like my demon baby now and rise them

Sorry if anything is missing spells so many day at the ER. But I have a couple day's off for Much need sleep and relaxing and doing chores lol have a wonderful day sweetheart

Sure! And you’re fine. I’ll do what I can with your lovely request.

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere platonic characters, and others.

Characters: blitzø, loona, millie, and stolas.

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Blitzø:

You were hypnotized by some magician like criminal to do bad things as the criminal thought that no one would believe a child do his deeds for him.

Well that ended up you dying in one of the crimes he had forced you to do and so you ended up in hell.

He met you when he was getting some food for him and loona.

He didn’t ask about how you’re here or where’s your parents if your were born here, he just took you with him to the apartment he owns, saying how you’re now his daughter which greatly startled you about how sudden he was about this decision without even knowing you.

He learned what happened while you were still alive and then grew overprotective as many demons who died in the human world is more powerful than the hell-born demons so he doesn’t want you to get used again like when you were alive.

He spoils you like he does with loona and buys you a lot of stuff, while he buys stuff he makes sure to buy a tracker just in case you go missing or get lost or other situations.

He’ll make sure you’re safe and sound, making sure to keep you close to him even at I.m.p office.

Loona:

You were kicked out of the orphanage and died stealing some food.

Loona was just walking down the street after getting a hell version of Starbucks when you appeared in front of her in your new demon form still a child.

She was shocked to see a child being in hell but anything is possible.

She decided to take you home which surprised her as she wouldn’t do it but you just seemed to spark her interest especially with how she knows how hell would treat a young child like you.

She soon learned your backstory and she kinda related but it looks like you got the short end of the stick unlike her.

She secretly likes that blitzø easily took a shine to you but doesn’t show it, she also gets you gift she thinks you might like like a wolf doll.

She’ll be overprotective of you when out and will bite off anyone heads who decides to try and mess with you.

Millie:

Your family were murders so being in their family made you go to hell after you had died unexpectedly young.

You bumped into her after you get sent to hell and she just couldn’t let you survive on your own especially since you’re in hell and won’t go far unless you know what you’re doing.

So she took you to her apartment she shares with her beloved husband.

Moxxie wasn’t expecting his wife to bring home a child but after being explained how you got here he caved in and soon became your dad.

She makes sure you have everything you need and teaches you everything you might need to know along with some things she learned on her family’s farm.

She and moxxie both take you to work so you know both blitzø and loona, sometimes you’d be babysat by them when the two wants alone time.

She’s overprotective of you as she is of her husband and would do anything to keep you and him safe and sound.

Stolas:

You actually accidentally summoned him when finding one of his more easier summoning rituals so you and him became friends as you were lonely with how you had no friends.

He took interest you and started teaching you things like math and other useful thing you might need in the future.

He decided that you were perfect to be his daughter and know that you would get along with Octavia but he worries on what Stella would do when she finds out about you so he’ll have to do something with her and soon.

The way he had you be taken to hell was possess you and kill your parents though that was a bit tricky as their always working but thankfully he figured out when they be off work and home.

After he had you kill your parents he made you kill yourself so you could come down to hell and be his child.

He already taken care of Stella and made it look like a assassination attempt on him but she was hit, thankfully his blitzy and his friends did a wonderful job doing it too.

Your young mind didn’t comprehend or remember how he had possessed you and had killed your parents and yourself which he was thankful for as he means you still see him in a good lighting even with the new demon look you had gain. You and Octavia got along alright, though she didn’t understand why her father did what he did but didn’t really question as everyone in hell is demons and there’s a lot of things that have happened so it was best not to question things.

(A/n: I hope you liked it 😁!! Also this person will only be the person that will be able to use the anonymous feature as I’m tired of all the people requesting something but not following my rule and I won’t be able to contact them, reason why only this person is allowed is because my friend knows them and can contact them for me so do please make sure to read my rules before you request thank you. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[tedwardremus]

Hazy Summer Morning

@jilymicrofics Prompt: Lazy Word Count: 465

The bright morning light pounded against her closed eyelids causing her to squint in a hazy acknowledgment that her sleep had ended. The hazy summer sun was already warming up the bright bedroom. All Lily wanted to do was lie in bed, drink cups and cups of tea, and probably sleep the day away some more. Recover from the long, tiring day they had yesterday in the nice soft bed that she was still getting used to calling hers. 

Theirs.

A warm, strong arm wrapped around her and pulled her close, breaking her from her thoughts. James made a humph sound as he nestled his nose into her hair. 

"Don’t," she mumbled, not wanting to break the stillness of the morning.

"'M not doing anything. 'M sleeping," he muttered drowsily.

"You're thinking loudly," she accused softly, smiling despite herself.

"You know Occlumency now, Evans?" he teased, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I know you." She turned over in his arms so she could face James. His dark messy hair contrasted against the clean white lines. His hazel eyes were still heavy with sleep. He was, as always, effortlessly beautiful. She sighed. "You shouldn’t let him get under your skin like that."

"He called me a magician."

"Well, it’s close enough."

"Said I was unemployed."

"You are."

"Called me lazy."

"Just go back to bed, James."

"I'm not lazy," he insisted.

"I know you’re not, James.” There were lots of words to describe James - loyal, proud, generous, bright, arrogant - but lazy was not one of them.

James’ face grew serious as he lightly ran his hand over her arm until he laced his fingers through hers, brought it close to his face and gave her hand a sweet light kiss. "I’ll have to think of a way to get back at him when we get married. It will have to be subtle. Something he won’t notice right away, and it will slowly drive him mad the more he thinks about it."

“If you’re going to be scheming about how to torture Vernon at our future wedding, then make yourself useful and make a cup of tea."

"Too tired. Want to sleep. Feeling kind of lazy today," he said with a soft smile that made her laugh.

Lily moved her hand from his  so she could feel his soft hair. "Thank you for coming to Petunia’s wedding. I know it was awful."

"Not like I had anything else to do." James yawned. "I am an unemployed layabout after all. Only went to steal the toilet roll from the loo."

Lily closed her eyes again as she rested her head on James’s chest, lulled back to sleep by the birds singing in the garden, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, and the peace of their shared bed.

[tht0nesimp]

Home Is Where The Heart Is

tw: imprisonment but not abduction?, dub-con touching, birthday fic!, abduction

A/N: I ACTUALLY GOT IT OUT IN JUNE HOLY SHIT (June 29th….11pm)

”Dear~” Fuck him “Come on, What’s the harm in a little indulgence?” Fuck him “How upsetting!” Fuck him

Fuck him. And the scene unfolding, it could have been worse, it could always be worse. But ever since Hisoka showed up in your apartment one day—years pass, and soon enough you need up in your current predicament in his home—he would always stop by on his birthday, not always on yours, but always making sure to give you a nice toxic dose of him on his special day.

“I don’t want to engage in emotional warfare, I don’t want to do this” He lets a theatrical sigh out, continuing to drape himself across the King bed in the middle of the room(his room, he’d been somewhat not truly caring of when you set up your own space, up until he started coming home more) wrinkling what you’d perfected a few hours before.

“Just relax, all I’m asking is for some time today! I’ve never much celebrated my birthday before you, especially in my youngest years, wouldn’t now be a perfect to time to start? ♡” you let your eyes wander yonder, to the dozens of stacks of playing cards sitting the closet, and the hole in the curtains, anything to avoid giving him the satisfaction.

“ignoring me won’t work, we both know~ I’d thought you learned from the last few times” he was right, as per usual, but yet your ability to see that escaped you again. “Plus I…I thought I wasn’t allowed in public” “indeed, but I figured you wouldn’t protest to going to dinner? There’s no need to be so worried! I’m not planning anything” but it always felt like you knew he was lying, because half the time he was

it had always been difficult; trying to discern between what was real or not, whether it’s a cruel joke when he tells you he loves you or not is still a mystery. And yet, he tells you often, sometimes when your awake or sitting on the couch just thinking, or baking or cooking, but sometimes it’s late into the night when you’re asleep—unable to know that he does mean it, especially when he sleeps with your frame next to him. So vulnerable that some primal part of him just wants to hide you like a dragon and it’s jewels

♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

“You look lovely!” Hisokas smile digs into your very soul, as per usual. His driving slower than normal, purposeful, he’s trying to make you angry. You focus on the light rain, not daring to question him as he drives up a mountain

“I believe we’ve arrived” You exit the car, keeping your head down until you hear him rustling in the trunk, pulling out a picnic basket and a blanket that was barely big enough for the two of you. “You want to have…a picnic? At 12 at night?” “Is that a problem?” His voice loud in contrast to the sounds of the forest.

He sets the basket down, and gestures for you to sit next to him, pulling a store-bought cake a pack of generic candles out of the twine basket. “How are you going to light them?” Normally you’d just let him figure it out, but the face he made when he realized made it obvious he hasn’t exactly thought of it. “Hmm, close your eyes” you close your eyes, like a giddy kid waiting for a gift, but when you opened them the candles were lit and aflame. “A magician never reveals his tricks~” the flame burned as silence filled the moment, quiet crickets and what must have been a small stream taking the place of any conversation.

“Make a wish, Hisoka” you loosely motion towards the cake “I wish for-“ “Don’t tell me! It won’t come true if you do!” You hadn’t meant to say it, but he didn’t seem to mind as he blew them out with a giggle almost too innocent for the monster he was.

“To many more years of hell, I guess” he wraps his arm around you, not bristling like you used to at the touch. “To many more, now, would you care for a bit of champagne?” Picking a bottle of champagne and a glass out of the basket—you wonder how it didn’t break on the bumpy drive up—“alright”.

He pours the glass generously, filled entirely to the brim “I told you I wasn’t tricking you, dearest!” You side eye him “Oh shut it…” the words are muttered and soft as you try to enjoy the night sky full of stars

“To think one moment was all it took for our paths to intertwine? Truly a coincidental fate.”

Coincidental indeed

[pocket-watcher]

I remember that somewhere at the beginning of your blog there was a story about a magician with a card trick. And there was information in the tags that the magician would show a trick with a pocket watch next time. So the question is: when will we see it? I know that this is a typical trope, but I would be interested if a magician caught the same person over and over again in order to show him a variety of tricks, each time binding him more and more tightly to himself...

Okay I was kinda joking about that HOWEVER if the Watchlings want a follow-up, who am I to deny the people??

This takes place directly after this post!! I guess it’s a part 1 now?

She awoke, still sitting in the casino. The noise of the people, the slot machines, it all seem to come back to her at once.

She was dizzy. Her thoughts felt unfocused, still.

The whole room tilted back from its axis, straightening up again. Coming back to reality.

Remembering what had happened, the magician, her head darted around to find him. No luck. Damn casinos and their lack of windows, how the hell could she tell what time it was?

She checked she wasn’t robbed first. Phone, wallet, and keys all in check. Her phone told her it had been about an hour. Nothing crazy, luckily.

She wandered around in a daze, looking for the man. Where had he gone? What exactly had he done to her?

But nothing. He had simply vanished. Just like the time she had lost due to him… his… whatever it was.

Magic isn’t real.

She eventually came across a sign for a show. It was Vegas, so these were pretty common. However, the familiar face on the poster is what caught her attention.

It was him.

The show was in the next door hotel and started in 30 minutes.

She rushed over, managing to just grab one of the last open seats as the lights began to dim.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and the people of Vegas. Now introducing: Theodore the Illusionist!”

The overheard speakers boomed and out on stage walked…

Him.

Theodore, the man who had - put that spell, or whatever on her. Bored her to sleep. Forceful meditation, or other nonsense.

“Hello everyone,” he smiled at the audience. “How are you all tonight?”

The crowd whooped and cheered.

She sat silently, arms crossed.

“Now, I have many tricks lined up for you this evening, but for this first one I’ll need a volunteer…” He moved to the side of the stage and brought a hat back out, making a large show of the hat being empty, before he turned the hat upside down and pulled a small piece of paper out of it.

“Seat G52! Won’t you come on down…”

The spotlight found her before the realisation did.

Well, shit.

She gave an awkward smile and wave in response to the applause, and then moved to walk up to the stage. His eyes flashed with mischievous recognition.

“What a lovely lady. And what might your name be?”

She wondered if she had even given him a name the first time round. Her memories were still fuzzy.

“Dijaya.”

“Dijaya, what a lovely name. Give her a round of applause, folks!”

The crowed obeyed enthusiastically.

“Okay Dijaya, first things first could I ask you to stand here? Perfect. Good at following orders, that should make the show a whole lot smoother!”

Laughter was heard.

Of course she was going to do what he said. How could she not In front of all these people?

“Okay Dijaya, do you believe in hypnosis?”

Hypnosis.

Was that what he had done?

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure… maybe.”

“That’s good enough for me! Now I want you to stare at this pocket watch for me.”

He’d produced it out of nowhere, earning impressed gasps and murmuring from around the room.

“That’s it. Watch it go back and forth as I swing it.”

“I…”

“Don’t worry, you’re completely safe! Isn’t she, folks?”

The audience whooped. She felt her eyes growing heavy following the movement. Already her copy was sinking in on itself, much faster than last time.

“N-no… not again…”

“Not again! Why, let’s fill in the audience, shall we?”

He bobbed the pocket watch up and down, and Dijaya’s head nodded as her eyes stayed locked on it.

“You see everyone, this isn’t our first meeting. In fact, I planned this so that you would come here tonight to find me. I planned the seat you’d request, and that you’d get up on stage as my willing volunteer.”

If she had been able to think she’d be horrified.

“That’s right. Your choices were never your own.”

She dropped to her knees, still following the watch. Dipped chin and heavy eyelids, and yet still following.

So much deeper than before.

So much better than before.

She was so much more willing than before because she knew how good it felt to give in and go under.

“Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll fall completely under my control once again.”

The audience stared with bated breath.

“3… 2… 1…”

Snap

She fell instantly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, now the real show begins.”

[xaharadesert]

Kidnapped MC Turned Bandit Leader - Headcanon Pt 3

Asra Alnazar x Reader

A/N: last part! I’m so fucking tired. Thank you to everyone who gave me vague and unspecified attention on my last post, it’s good motivation :) Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

TW: every headcanon set for Asra ends in angst, and this is no exception

💙Asra💙

Now I’m not saying that Asra is the only person who would never stop looking for you if he knew you were kidnapped

But I am saying he would have the highest chance of actually finding you

And he knows this

Which is why it doesn’t even take him a day to pack up everything and start tracking you across the globe

Unfortunately, he’s only human, and needs to rest, so as long as your kidnappers are on the move, he’s still a step behind

But his spells and connection to you help him stay determined, even when he feels he’s not making any progress

Eventually he would fall behind, maybe by a week or two, during a more intense part of the voyage— maybe sailing across the sea, or commandeering some horses was what put your kidnappers ahead of him

Either way, there comes a time when he realizes that you’ve stayed in one place much longer than before

This is his chance to catch up, and he does his best, but he knows that it will still take time, and he can’t be reckless

A part of him is terrified that there’s a much more sinister reason for you to stay in one place so long, but he tries to keep those thoughts out of his head

He’s exhausted, physically and mentally, and now that the end of this ordeal is in sight, his body is ready to shut down and grant him the longest nap of his life

But he pushes himself just long enough to finally find you again

The relief he feels when he sees that you’re unharmed— and now apparently in charge of a group of bandits— is enough to quite literally knock him out

After the world’s longest nap, he wakes up and feels an equally strong rush of joy when he realizes that it wasn’t just a good dream

You seem genuinely happy, and he listens with equal feelings of confusion and happiness on your behalf as you tell him your side of the story

He tries to suppress any negative judgements he may feel toward your new friends; a friend of yours is a friend of his, but he still has a lot of worry than he now has nothing to do with

Asra asks if this is really what you want to do— travelling around with bandits is a dangerous life, and if you ever change your mind, it’ll be hard to settle down again

If you decide that this life isn’t for you, and that you’d really rather return home, he’s quick to whisk you away back to Vesuvia and its associated safety

He doesn’t at all blame you for the temporary life of crime; you were under stress, and honestly, as long as you weren’t harming the lower classes it’s none of his business

Needless to say, he’s not a fan of the bourgeoisie and encourages theft from the society’s most fortunate

He also makes sure to establish some sort of way to communicate with your bandit friends, in case you’d still like to keep up with them

It may not have been the best circumstances, but some of them seemed genuinely kind, and Asra’s grateful that they took care of you when he couldn’t

But if you truly want to stay with your new friends in the first place, then he’s right there with you

He’s always up for adventure, even if he’d rather take the more scenic routes

To be honest, he doesn’t really participate in a lot of the actual crimes, since he would much rather spend time with his own hobbies

(He’s a magician, after all; you can’t expect him to just abandon his magic practices in the name of a life on the run)

But he’s always waiting for you with open arms after your excursions

And if you ever decide to turn away from crime once more, he’s got a list ready of all the places you won’t be recognized

(If he’s being totally honest, he would rather the two of you have a steady home to return to. He can sleep much better knowing that you’re both safe and won’t purposefully be running into danger every other day)

Overall, Asra does his best to adapt to whatever life you decide to live. He has his own thoughts on living a more dangerous lifestyle, but he keeps them to himself

He feels like he owes you. This isn’t the first time he’s failed you, and he doesn’t think he’s done enough to earn your forgiveness for his earlier mistakes; the road to self redemption just seems to grow longer every time he messes up, and he’ll eternally be trying desperately to fix it

[sappy-detective]

another saiouma ‘detective’ AU i’ve had for a while but done know how to write down without sounding dorky. but then i remember this is tumblr, so here

have you guys watched that episode of attorney woo (ep 10) where woo is on the train and sees a guy getting arrested and try’s to help? yah but make it saiouma (and semi chaotic).

shuichi is doing something, on the train, or at a coffee shop and this cute preteen boy bursts through the door, looks at shuichi and

K: “hey! aren’t you like that detective guys nephew yah!?“

and like 5 officers are casing him with guns and he hides behind shuichi

K: “dude you need to help me! make them go away!”

S: “w-what??! i’m his nephew not a magician! the hell am i supposed to do!”

K: “i don’t fucking know do something!!”

S: “im 15 what am i supposed to do!?-“

PO: “sir step away from him, he’s a murder suspect”

S: “i would like to but he won’t let me”

that OR and AU where they’re very happy and steady on a four year long relationship and one thanksgiving day there’s a mock knock at the door, it’s shuichis work buddy’s

S: “um.. sorry but you wernt invited to my thanksgiving..”

PO: “actually we’re here him, kokichi ouma- you! you’re under arrest for-”

and boom he starts running, other cops start looking around their home and he’s like

S: “um you can’t do that withou-”

PO: “we already have a warrant.”

oumas under arrest for murder (he ran before they even said what it was in the beginning) he thought it was something else he did and IS in fact, guilty of but it’s WAYY less crazy then murder. him running just makes him look guilty as fuck.

shuichi has to go through the crazy though of his boyfriend actually doing something that fucking atrocious. and, we’ll, prove him inocente, not in an official way, but the same way he solved a cold case when being underage.

ANDDD! not to mention ouma lying about a lot of stuff to do his real, not so crazy, but also not so small crime (probably something involving DICE. don’t have to be crazy but i do think that’s his family and he’d do a LOT for them, including lying about what and where he is to shuichi)

either way, ouma is going to jail for something he didn’t do! because,,, obsessed with detective shuichi.

but then again… it would be a lot of shuichi and not enough ouma to be considered a saiouma fic… so maybe not that interesting … whomp whomp whatever! they’re AUs i like to think about trying to sleep :3

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Heart of the House

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none really

“Oh, don’t forget to get the mangos!”  Blondie called.

“Sweetpea forgot it last time Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers took her!” another one of the girls frowned as the Prima donna blonde waved her away. 

“I’m serious…Steven was so mad that he had to go out and get them…but you know I won’t eat breakfast without fresh squeezed mango juice.  So he got them!”

“Oh, and poptarts!” Doll smiled, “We’re almost out of poptarts!”

“Those things are so bad for you, Dolly!”

“Bucky lets me have them!” she smiled, sticking her tongue out at the other girl who was sponsored by the other proprietor of the dollhouse, “Wait…aren’t you going shopping with them Blondie?  Why are you reminding Bunny of things to get?”

“Well clearly, I’m going to be busy with Steven…”

“Oh…well, don’t forget the poptarts.  It’s my guilty pleasure,” Dolly shrugged, “the brown cinnamon sugar ones if you can find them!  They’re the best!”

“Lucky…Steve insists that we eat healthy!  And he doesn’t let me have any guilty pleasure snacks.  I swear, it’s like he is always watching me around the corner.  I tried to sneak a snickers bar last week and he was so mad,” she frowned, a pout on her lips.  But then she smiled, “so I make it hit his wallet as much as I can.  That reminds me.  Get the organic ones…If I don’t see some sort of sticker, I’ll make Steven get new ones!”

Bunny sighed, rolling her eyes, “does anyone else have any requests!”

“I think mine and Goddess’ are on there, right?” Angel asked.

Bunny nodded, a giggle escaping her lips, “whipped cream and chocolate sauce?  I thought your sponsor didn’t indulge in those things.  Hansen’s a nut job in every sense of the word, isn’t he?”

“Typically…he doesn’t indulge…but it’s not for him…it uh…it’s for another client.”

A few of the girls parted when they heard mention of how Angel had lost her sponsorship and was servicing another client.  Bunny frowned as she appeared to be one of the only girls left in the kitchen with her.  Her hand went behind her neck and she rubbed at it awkwardly, looking away from the other girl, “yeah…sorry…I-uh…heard about that…”

“It was my fault,” she admitted, the slightest of sniffles being heard from her, “I-I know the rules.  Lloyd sets them up for a reason…I shouldn’t have broken them like I had…”

“Didn’t he let you sleep with Drysdale before?”

“Yeah…but he was there too.”

“Should I ask who it is that you’re having time with tonight?”

“The magician…”

Bunny frowned. 

Everyone knew of Terry the Terrific.  He had managed to run through quite a few of the girls in the Dollhouse because of how awkward some of his requests were.  But he was generous.  If you gave him what he wanted, he took care of you.  And all of the girls knew that.

“He-he’s not…paying for you, is he?”

“Lloyd stopped paying for my room…and Ransom…he says he doesn’t want that kind of commitment…then again, he also flat out told me no when I told him he was the reason Lloyd isn’t taking care of me right now,” she frowned, “So I cut him off.  But I don’t-I can’t share a room with the girls down there on the lower floors.  I-I don’t want to…”

“I’m sure if you explained it to Sergeant Barnes or Cap-“

“HEY!” a voice cut through the silence of the room.  Heavy footfalls were following it, and the super soldier appeared in the entrance to the kitchen, “Are you ready to go?  Blondie said that you were in here!”

The girls nearly jumped out of their skin with the firm voice coming from Captain Rogers. 

“Oh-uh, yes.  Yes sir!” Bunny offered as Angel skirted away from the super soldier, “I-isn’t Blondie coming though?”

“She’s in the car with Buck…figured I’d come get you since you were still chatting with the girls.”

“Oh…yeah…sorry…sorry Captain Rogers.  I was just making sure that everything that was on the list is.”

“Steve, Bunny,” he offered gently, his arm wrapping lightly around her waist as he led her towards the door, “how many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Steve.”

“Alright, I’m good,” Blondie smiled, batting her thick lashes at Steve, “Steven…we’re done, right?  Can I go get my nails done?  I’m bored of shopping!”

“We didn’t even get half the stuff on the list,” Bucky growled, clearly annoyed by Steve’s side piece, “we still have a lot of stuff to get!”

“I’m so bored though!” Blondie whined, looking back to Steve, “can’t we do fun things when we leave the house instead of just grocery runs?”

“Why did you even volunteer to come?” Bucky growled at the woman, “you’re supposed to be here to hel-“

“Sergeant Barnes…I got the-is everything okay?”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he looked between the blonde clinging to his best friend, and the woman who always offered to help out.  They were complete opposites in every sense of the word.  And while Blondie had done nothing but complain about shopping, Bucky had sent Bunny down various aisles to get the items they needed to help get the errand done.

“Fine, Bunny…thanks for grabbing that…still got a lot more on the list though.”

“That’s fine!” she offered sweetly, “i-I don’t mind.  I just like helping and getting out of the house for some fresh air…”

“Tell you what, punk…” Bucky growled, looking at Steve, “how about you and Blondie take this cart, since it’s full anyways, and check out…head back to the house.  Bunny and I will finish up the list and meet you guys back there.”

“But what about lunch?” Blondie whimpered, batting her lashes at Steve once more, “you always take me out to lunch after we finish shopping.  Bucky and the other girl always bring the groceries back.  Can we at least go get lunch?  Please, Steven?”

“It’s Sergeant Barnes, Blondie…”

“Buck…”

“Come on, Steve,” Bucky smirked, pointing out the obvious unfairness to his friend, “your girl said it herself…usually I take the other girl and the groceries home while you take yours out.  Just take this cart.  We’ll grab the rest.”

“Fine…” Steve muttered, sensing that his friend just wanted some alone time with one of the girls, “but you owe me, punk.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Bucky chuckled as he traded off the carts, taking the empty one from Steve and Blondie.  He didn’t bother saying goodbye to his friend.  Instead, he let Bunny take hold of the cart and passed her the list, “alright, Bunny…where to next?”

“I-uh-I don’t know,” she admitted, shaking her head, “I-I never go out and get groceries with you guys.  Usually, it’s Dolly and Blondie…or Sweetpea…or God’s girl…well…before she left…I’m sorry I’m not much help, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky offered, wrapping his arms around her and securing her between himself and the cart, “we can take our time.  Sometimes it’s more about the fresh air than the list.”

“I-I wouldn’t want to forget anyone’s requests,” she said gently, looking back at him over her shoulder, “I-“

But she was cut off by Bucky’s lips pressing firmly against her own.  Her breath stole away in her throat as one of his hands slid across the bar of the cart and over hers.  But that was all it took to break her away from the moment. 

She stutter-stepped away from Bucky, her eyes wide, “y-you’re with Dolly, Sergeant Barnes.  I-“

“We aren’t exclusive,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “and recently, I’d been thinking about what I want…”

“She-and you-you’re her sponsor.  You-“

“Look…maybe I crossed a line by kissing you,” Bucky frowned.  He took a step back and unwrapped himself from her, “I’m sorry…but I am attracted to you, Bunny…I’d be lying to myself if I said that I wasn’t…”

“But you-“

“I want you, Bunny.  I want you to be my doll, not her!”

She swallowed nervously, looking at him. 

She’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t attracted to Bucky Barnes.  He was gorgeous in every sense of the word.  But she wasn’t from a life of being a sponsored girl.  She usually did the odd jobs around the house and took on any client that would have her, which meant that she was residing on one of the lower floors of the house, sharing with a few other girls at a time.

“Sergean-“

“Bucky…”

She felt her throat going dry, “B-Bucky…”

“Do you feel any type of way about me?”

“B-Bucky…I-I-what happens to Dolly?”

“She’ll still be there…” he nodded along, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips, “she’ll just be doing her own thing…like she’s been doing for the past few weeks.”

“So-sh-she knows…that you want someone else?”

Bucky nodded, “she does…she encouraged it…said that if I wasn’t going to be happy with her not wanting to be in an exclusive relationship, we should just part ways…haven’t you seen her on one of the lower floors?  Same with Blondie.  They used to stay on the top floor with us, but they moved down floors.”

“E-exclusive relationship?” she asked, “I-I thought you just wanted to sponsor someone…”

He scoffed, his arms wrapping back around her waist, “doll, I want something more than that…I want someone I can spend the rest of my life with…we want-“

“We?”

“Yes…we,” Bucky acknowledged, “Steve and I are together…and we’ve been looking for a girl that completes us…”

“I-I don’t do girls,” she laughed with a shake of her head, “I don’t want to be in whatever relationship that you have with Blon-“

“Blondie’s just a placeholder…I can’t stand the bitch…just like Steve can’t stand Dolly…”

“And me?”

“Steve wants to take a chance just as much as I do,” Bucky admitted after a moment, “we see things in you that make us both happy…you want to take care of everyone to the point of ignoring yourself…you’re passionate…sweet…beautiful.  Let us take care of you, doll.  Be ours…”

“W-what would that mean, exactly?” she asked gently, “I-If I said yes?”

“Well, first off, you’d be more involved in the house,” he admitted, “not that you aren’t already…but you wouldn’t be performing, so much as managing the house with us…we’d also move you in with us.  Steve’s antsy about that one if I’m being honest…because truth be told I won’t sleep in the same bed as him if he’s got Blondie around, and he wouldn’t be in my room if Dolly was there…”

“So we would…share a bedroom?”

Bucky smirked, taking a step closer, “does that make you nervous, doll?  Being shared between us?”

“Y-you two are super soldiers,” she admitted, nodding her head, “any woman who says she’s not afraid of that is lying…I know that you guys have more than one girl that you-“

“We only want you,” Bucky said quickly, cutting her off.  She gasped as his arms wrapped back around her, his hands sweetly caressing her curves as he soothed away every nervous instinct, “and trust me doll…we know how to be gentle…we want to take care of you.”

She whimpered against him, her heart fluttering excitedly at the idea, “Wh-what about my regulars, Bucky?”

“You’d be only ours,” he replied quickly, “only mine.  Only Steves…”

“I-I have to think about it.”

Bucky stared deep into her eyes for a moment, and she felt like she was floating under his gaze, while wrapped in his grip.  He nodded and leaned forward ever so slightly.  Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his lips grazing against hers. 

“Whatever you want, doll,” Bucky offered sweetly as his nose brushed hers, “we’ve been watching you, Bunny…and we don’t give up easily.  We want you.”

[thenon-binaryone]

Facts of J.J’s Life — Part 1 of Many

—

I imagine Eliot— weirdly, in true "All-American-Dad” fashion, likes to grill.

Many of the summers J.J. can remember as a child were spent outdoors, near one of the many pools that definitely weren’t the family’s, while Eliot stood not too far off with a pair of tongs grasped in his hand and a perfectly crafted martini in the other.

He didn’t stoop as low as wearing one of those ‘dad grill master aprons’ (that’s not to say he didn’t own one, Margo gifted it to him for his 35th birthday), but he was still just as obsessed with his grill as any other nearing-middle age man.

[em-writes-stuff]

isolation

day eight of @whumpcember

797 words

warnings: death, leaving a corpse to rot, unethical experimentation

~

Report on Ebster Jensteon. One of the first recorded magicians to be put in a well. As most people don’t know, some magicians were too powerful to be left to roam, so whoever could round them up would put them in a thing called a Wizard Well. Which was never used for wizards and is also not a well, as its main purpose is to keep the magician’s powers contained and not to gather anything from the ground. 

Now, Wizard Wells are pretty much banned, though there are reports of some with immortals still in them. It’s extremely likely that they’ll never all be freed, as it’s typical to construct a Well in a time pocket, which are nearly impossible to find. 

It looks like the middle of the report is missing, so the report probably won’t make much sense.

Let’s learn about Ebster, shall we? 

Early spring

There are reports from Vangrd of a reactive magician. They say he has no empathetic with him, so I fear we will have an outburst soon. 

Chandice theorizes that if we could dig a hole deep enough in the ground, we could save everyone from a lot of hurt. 

The hole would have to be deep enough to contain any outburst of the magic and stable enough to not collapse in on itself, as we want to be able to observe what’s going on in the hole. 

Mid spring

It’s decided that we’re going to dig a hole. We’ll call them Witch Burrows for simplification, though there won’t be any witches put in them and it’s not a burrow. I didn’t come up with the name. 

We’ve identified the reactive, he’s in his early twenties and his twin-the empathetic part of this duo-was killed. His name is Ebster Jensteon. I have someone keeping him contained as the Burrow is being dug and will lead him to it as soon as its finished. 

Late spring

Ebster has been in the Burrow for nearly three days now. I’ve been too busy watching him to make a proper report, so I’ll try to transcribe my scribbles to something legible. 

Fell in, seemingly protected from serious injury. Paces the area of the burrow-a circle with a circumference of roughly seven feet-constantly. 

The Burrow has been enchanted so he isn’t able to see anything above him other than the sun, moon, and stars. But he still cries for help. Every great while, the ground will shake and Ebster will let out an anguished cry, but soon after he passes out from exhaustion. 

Chandice and I are extremely interested in how the isolation affects him, and how quickly it will start to be evident. 

Mid winter

Ebster’s Burrow is cracking along the wall. With every day his magic becomes more erratic and uncontrolled. Even as he sleeps, it shakes the earth and makes the stone walls more unstable. I fear for the integrity of the Burrow. 

If this one fails, there will be no hard evidence showing that Burrows work. If even one of the ten we observe fail, we won’t be able to go to the Queen for her endorsement. 

Ebster screamed at me today. I threw food in for him and he tried to chuck it back at me, giving me a clear view of his face for the first time in weeks.

Since last seeing him, he’s lost a lot of color in his face. The skin on his face hangs looser now, too. His clothes are neary worn down to scraps and I doubt they’ll make another heavy rain. 

Even with the food we throw down for him, Ebster doesn’t eat. It looks like his body is failing him and he’s doing nothing to stop it from doing so. 

Late spring

I had high hopes, but I failed. Again. 

After the other Burrows failed, I thought that maybe it was the air quality. So I had an elemental wind magician clean out the air every few hours to keep it fresh. 

For a while it helped. Ebster seemed to get more color in his skin and was generally more relaxed. But eventually, he collapsed and didn’t get back up. 

After making sure he was truly gone, I had one of my diggers go down in the Burrow and harvest his magic into a Charm. I can’t imagine he’d be happy about it, but we need the Charm to help fortify our defenses. 

The body will stay at the bottom of the well, as my digger wasn’t the best at harvesting all the magic into the Charm and some still stuck to whatever’s left of Ebster’s soul in the corpse. It’s not safe to move it, as our city has expanded greatly since digging the Burrow. 

~

…

I’m too tired for this. 

[odysseywritings]

Runoff - Establishing the Cast

Sasha looked at a black liquid in a test tube as she wrote notes in a faded notebook. She was unaware of what the others were doing as she focused on the toxicity of the substance floating in the lake. Her pudgy fingers ran through her curly red hair as she scratched off one hypothesis and wrote down another.

Arie read a surviving scrapbook written in a language he did not understand and tried to decode. He saw smiling families from before the war, never again feeling that joy, and he rubbed his head in grief. His long black hair was showing signs of receding despite his youth, and his dark eyes were bloodshot from ongoing nights like these.

Aubrey finished constructing a thick knife that she placed next to Arie, smiling at her handiwork. She wolfed down the rest of some meat, burped, and moved on to paint a picture of humans warring with each other with blood and the red sky popping out. Her pale blonde hair showed traces of graying, and her green eyes intently focused on realism in her art.

Arie spoke up to break the silence as he held the knife comfortably.

“You’re getting better at crafting, Aubrey. Have you thought about guns yet?”

“I think about ‘em in my sleep!” she beamed. “It’s trickier, but if Sasha gives me some pointers, or if you find some old-timey schematic, I’ll be right as rain.”

“We’re not magicians,” Sasha said absent-mindedly. “We would need the right tools and to make sure you don’t blow off your hand.”

“No problem,” Aubrey affirmed. “Arie and I scouted out earlier and he said there’s an old shop full of tools. The more weapons we get, the safer we’ll be.”

“What we really need is better food, water, and shelter. No one will go after us if we mind our own business.”

“Bull-shit if you think we won’t be easy pickin’ for those creeps! I got a good mind to shoot that tattooed fuck and strangle him with his own scorpion flag. You’re smart. You know what that gang does to people just by being in their path.”

“We need both,” Arie chimed. “But we’ll do better if we have numbers on our side. The villages are more fortified than out here in the boonies. If we can find a group that shares our language, we can talk to them and ask them for help.”

“And then we get... What’s that word you used before? Subjugated. No freedom, little payment if we’re not already slaves, and forced to herded around like sheep.”

“I enjoy living in comfort over something as nebulous as independence. You can’t do much research with bullets in you.”

“We’ll be living too comfortably for our own good! Arie, you read history books. There’s always a struggle going on. A large place swallowing up everyone.”

“That’s simplifying it a lot. There’s patterns but it’s not easy to predict. Like if relations between lands grow cold, if the environment changes drastically-”

Aubrey yelled and stood up. “I am not letting any stranger control us, got it? If we need a community, then we’re doing it on our terms! They can join or leave if they want. But we’re survivors! Our minds, our blood, our pain shaped us! Everyone else is dying all the time when there used to be a much better world to live in. I’d rather mold the world than be molded by it!”

Her face wrinkled like a wild cat and she breathed quickly. Arie and Sasha worried for her and did not look away until she sat back down with her painting. Her body calmed as she drew more little men getting stabbed and screaming. Sasha went back to her studies and Arie hesitated before flipping a page in the scrapbook.

Sasha’s eyes darted to the window briefly but she saw something out of place. What looked like a bird shadow passing by turned into a more obvious shape. A head was trying to look inside. Sasha tip-toed away and whispered to Arie and Aubrey. They guided her to a room with a trapdoor to hide in. She shivered in fear as Arie went to the door with his knife sheathed. Aubrey grabbed a shotgun and waited in a nearby room.

“We know there’s someone in there,” a sharp voice yelled out. “I can hear and see from out here. We just want to talk. Census survey.”

Arie rolled his eyes and motioned to Aubrey with hand signal with his pointer high, middle finger outward, and ring and pinky closed. She nodded. He opened the door to reveal 4 leather-clad men with tire irons walking through. A bald man with stubble and piercing blue eyes examined the place.

“Nice place, Mister...”

“Santana.”

“Mm-hmm. It’s just you, then?”

“Yes.”

One of the thugs looked at the art and preceded to take it while crumpling it up. Another saw the test tubes and stuck his finger in the black toxin before tasting it. Arie shuffled around to make sure his back was near a wall.

“Decent place for just one guy. Now... My boys have walked a long way and we need to rest a bit. Say a day or two. Appreciate the hospitality.”

“I didn’t say you could use my home as a billet.”

“I don’t know what that word means, but you misunderstand. We need this more than you. We kindly avoided smashing in this place and this is how you owe us? Tsk tsk. But we’ll find a way to negotiate.”

Arie coughed in a distinctly clear way and stood stoic. “This is my last word to you: Leave.”

“I should’ve figured you wouldn’t know what was good for you.”

Arie saw a man to his right pull out a pistol and Arie coughed the same way again. Aubrey took the signal and shot the man in the head. A man to Arie’s left tried to strike him in confusion but  Arie jumped to the right and slashed the assailant’s throat with Aubrey’s knife.

Aubrey gunned down the remaining goon down in his stupor. Out-manned 2 to 1, the man shook and got down on his knees begging for his life, offering both money or sex servants. They were indifferent. Arie cut the man’s sleeve to reveal a black scorpion tattoo on his muscled arm. Aubrey had hatred storming in her eyes, tempered only by Arie being in fine health.

“Well, Arie,” she said lowering her gun. “You’re the diplomatic one. What’s your Geneva Convention say about guys who piss themselves?”

“He can’t fight back. Let’s tie him up and see if he’s wanted. There might be reward money.”

“Hah! Smart thinking.” She then knelt and looked at the man dead in the eyes. Her voice was monotone and deep. “That man is the only thing stopping me from turning your skull into a soup bowl. I’d recommend treating him nicely.”

He blubbered and nodded excitedly.

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Tagging for folks who said nice things about the first poem: @bloodlessheirbyjacques @pluttskutt @timisrecs

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Siblings

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Minor spoiler alert for my first Skyline Gang fanfic. There is also a trigger warning for implications of emotional and verbal abuse.

Sprout didn’t have the best relationship with his dad. He got ignored at best, and berated at worst. He was never physically abused, but harsh words are more painful than any knife in the world. His dad was the ringleader of a circus. So every time Sprout faced any wrath from his dad, he just put it down to stress of running a business. That’s what he always thought while growing up. At least the other circus folk pretty much looked out for him. They’d let him watch as they rehearsed and even allowed him to learn from them, especially the clowns and magician.

He missed them a lot.

Since being in the Skyline, Sprout’s dad made no effort to reach out to him. Nonetheless, Sprout kept trying to contact his dad, even begging him to tell the others in the circus about how he was doing. He didn’t have their numbers, but that wasn’t his fault. He’d tell his dad about his adventures with the Gang and their shows. He took so many pictures during a week, that they rivalled how many selfies Mimi would take on a daily basis. He always sent the best ones to his dad at every chance he got. His messages weren’t responded to at best, left unread at worst. At least his dad was seeing some of them. That had to be something to hope for, right?

Today wasn’t any different. Or at least it shouldn’t have been. A few minutes after Sprout sent his latest batch of photos, his phone suddenly pinged. It shocked him so much that his whole deck of cards went flying. He didn’t think to pick them up. His phone was in his hand faster than lightning. The message came from his dad! Finally! After months of living in the Skyline, he finally heard back from his dad! This was the best thing ever!

That is until he read the message…

You worthless pest!

You’re more pathetic than you were before. If you think that flaunting these “shows” and “friends” of yours to me will gain any respect, you’re wrong! If you do find your way home, which you won’t, don’t bother looking for the circus. There’s no place for you here. You’re not my son. You haven’t been since your mother left us. Don’t contact me again!

The world suddenly came crashing down around Sprout. He knew that his dad didn’t like him. The last face to face that they had was a fine example of that. But this? Why did his dad hate him so much? What did he ever do to make his dad hate him? Sprout’s body became numb, his phone slipped from his grasp. He doesn’t remember sitting on the ground, back against the bed. He didn’t cry or scream or shout. He just sat there, devoid of everything around him.

What was he going to do now?

“Sprout! Kettle’s just boiled! Do you want anything?” Candi’s voice called out. Sprout didn’t respond. How could he? He was just thrown away. How could he have a drink at a time like this? Disappear. Just vanish. Disconnect from everything.

Candi waited for Sprout to accept her offer. He always does. He always comes to the stairs, cracking a new joke about hot beverages every time. This time, there was no joke, laugh or smile. Sprout didn’t come to her like always. It led her going to his room. She suspected that maybe he was taking a nap. He was a heavy sleeper after all. However, when Candi approached Sprout’s room, he wasn’t sleeping. Or doing anything at all for that matter. He just sat there, surrounded by a scattered deck of cards. His phone wasn’t too far away from him. His face was unreadable. He was slumped over, staring at nothing. Something felt horribly wrong.

“Sprout? Are you okay?” Candi asked, unsure if she should enter the room or not. Sprout seemed to have heard her that time. He slowly looked up at her. His face changed a little. Candi didn’t know how to react right now. She had never seen Sprout like this. He just looked lost and broken. His thoughts must have been too murky to comprehend anything, as all he did was stare at Candi for quite a long time. After that time, Sprout looked away from her, dragging his knees to his chest.

“I’m fine…” he whispered. Candi’s lips pressed into a thin line. She knows when Sprout was okay. She considered him her best friend, even a brother. She recognised when he is okay and when he isn’t. So why was he lying?

“Is everything okay?” Dude suddenly asked, appearing at the doorway. He was downstairs the entire time, and felt like something was wrong, just like Candi. Sprout held himself tighter at his voice, almost like he was trying to hide.

“Dude, forgive me if I’m rude, but could you give us a minute?” Candi requested. Dude took one look at her, and then back at Sprout. Chalking up to his own experience, he knew that the less people Sprout had around him, the more comfortable he’ll be. Plus, considering how close he and Candi are, she has a better chance of getting the jokester to open up.

“Sure thing. Give a shout if you need anything.” Dude agreed, grabbing the door handle.

“Thank you.” Candi smiled a little. Dude smiled back, giving her more confidence. He gently closed the door with a quiet click. Candi was left alone with Sprout again, which was probably for the best. She took another step towards him. “Sproutie? It’s only me now. You can talk to me. Please tell me what’s wrong?” Sprout once again stared at Candi, still lost. He rocked back and forth a little. It scared Candi a little bit. It was like when Bud was stressing out from his autism. Sprout never said that he was diagnosed with it, but there could still be a possibility that he might be autistic. However, Candi suspected that it might not be the case this time. She stood still and waited patiently. Sprout meanwhile stared down at the ground, as if he didn’t know what to do. The room remained silent for an untold amount of time.

“My dad…he…” Sprout finally spoke. His tongue suddenly got tied in a seemingly impossible knot. Candi didn’t know Sprout’s dad personally, but she knew that there was tension between them. Nonetheless, she could tell that Sprout wanted to say more but something was stopping him.

“Take your time.” Candi gently encouraged, taking a silent step forward. Sprout curled up even tighter, shoulders hunched up almost too high. He worked hard to get his tongue untied. This thing was eating him up rapidly. If he didn’t say anything, he’ll be devoured in seconds. The side that didn’t want him to say anything was the cause of it. This was Candi, his best friend. He can tell her, right?

“He disowned me…” his tongue finally allowed him to say. If the room felt heavy before, it felt heavier than lead now. Just saying that should’ve made the weight easier. So why was there this thing that wouldn’t go away? What even was it?

“Oh Sprout. I’m so sorry.” Candi spoke softly, kneeling beside Sprout. She didn’t get too close, giving him a chance to back away if he wanted to. She honestly didn’t know what else to say. She had never been in a situation like, this with a friend before. She knew that Sprout’s dad didn’t like him from what Sprout had recounted once before. But to disown him? That was just too cruel. Wasn’t there someone-anyone-else? “What about your mum?”

“Died when I was little.” Sprout sniffed, eyes pricking painfully. Just being reminded of the main reason why he hasted hospitals was enough to almost make him break. “My dad was the only family I had. Well, blood related I mean. The other circus folks treated me like one of their own since my mum died. But Dad would always delete their numbers off my phone and I can never remember them. I have no way to contact them.”

Finally the floodgates opened. Sprout’s eyes let out rivers and his breath hitched with every one he took. He didn’t realise it at first, but it was finally clear to him. The isolation that he suffered from was all orchestrated by his dad. He interacted face to face with everyone, but after that, he never contacted him through his phone. His dad controlled that so sadistically that it was scary. All the words that he’d hear just wore him down like an animal that was beaten over and over. His self esteem was in shambles. He was even practically blamed for what happened to his mum. He was little at the time. It was out of his control. With how his life was, he wondered if his dad planned to disown him for a long time. Candi immediately wrapped her arms around Sprout as he wept. She didn’t care about the amount of tears, mucus and make up that was on her shoulder. Clothes can be washed or replaced. Friends, true friends, can’t. Sprout needed all the comfort that he needs. She had no idea that he was truly alone in the circus. And judging by his emotions, Sprout probably didn’t realise either until now. To grow up surrounded by so many people, but to be so lonely. Candi couldn’t think of anything more heartbreaking.

“I might as well stay here for the rest of my life when you all find a way home.” Sprout sobbed, just barely being able to speak.

“No!” Candi declared, a spark ignited in her. Her voice caused Sprout to jump back in shock, breaking apart the hug. “You’ll be coming home with me and Misty!”

“But I-” Sprout started.

“No buts! You are coming back with me!” Candi continued becoming more determined. “My parents will love you! They’ve already accepted Misty, so they’ll accept you too! You’re my brother now! No ifs or buts about it!”

Sprout didn’t know what to say. He can’t stay with Candi. Her parents will have enough trouble with Misty being added to the family. They can’t take on Sprout too. It’ll get too expensive. And even if it won’t, will there be enough room for him? And what about the legal procedures? There was so much to consider. However, the doubts were suddenly replaced by joy. Sprout lost his family, but now he had a new one. Two parents, and possibly grandparents. Now he has a sister. Two sisters with Misty now that she’s part of Candi’s family. He can live in a real house and not be forced to travel up and down the country. He can finally go to school. He can have a new life surrounded by people that will love him. He had a chance.

“Thank you, Candi!” Sprout cried in joy, hugging Candi tightly once again. She gave him this lifeline. He’s not throwing that away now. Candi returned the hug, squeezing back just as tightly. She had her brother now, and she’ll do whatever it takes to give him a home. After another untold amount of time, Sprout stopped crying. He broke away from the hug. His newly adoptive sibling smiled brightly back at him. He wasn’t alone anymore. He suddenly picked up his phone, confusing Candi. He just had one last thing to do. Just one last message to be sent:

Very well then. Goodbye, sir. I hope you’re happy now.

[venusgirltarot]

What You Don’t See About This Person — [♡] ;

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

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Pile 1 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Cards: 8 of Pentacles, the moon, page of wands, 8 of swords, three of wands, two of cups, judgement, king of wands, two of swords, page of cups, the tower, knight of pentacles, temperance, 7 of pentacles

Pile 1, you don’t see how hard this person is on themselves. For some of you, maybe you put pressure on this person or expect them to do more than they can but for most of you, they put this on themselves and just believe you expect it from them because it’s what they think you deserve and they want to give that to you. They may take extra hours at work so they can afford to do more for you or take time to do extra things for you when they should be resting instead. You may be perfectly content with just spending time with them or small things like good morning and goodnight texts but they feel like you need more from them. I heard “you deserve the world and more” I won’t lie, this energy is exhausting. This reading may be short because I’m having a hard time sitting in this energy. I think it’s important that you have a conversation with this person and let them know that you don’t need all these things and them simply being there is more than enough. Maybe even bring up the idea of taking naps together or something (if this is romantic) they really need a nap. Maybe try doing things like giving them a massage or making them food. Bring up the idea of just staying home and ordering pizza and doing nothing. Not everything has to be an extravagant experience or cost a lot of money and I think it’s important that this person knows that. More than anything, they really need to sleep. I’m going to end your reading here because I really need to get out of this energy and go take a nap. I’m sorry this reading was shorter than my usual but I hope it was helpful!

Pile 2 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

3 of of pentacles, 8 of swords, page of pentacles, ace of pentacles, ace of wands, 2 of cups, page of swords, the magician, 9 of wands, 8 of wands

Pile 2, you don’t see your person’s feelings for you. While I was shuffling before I pulled any cards, I couldn’t stop smiling. They’re feeling very nervous and may be getting encouragement and advice from those around them. They may have liked your for awhile but wanted to wait until they were able to provide a stability that they didn’t have previously. They’ve been fighting back a lot of nerves and doubts. It’s like they’re really nervous but their feelings for you are so strong that they know they can’t sit on them for much longer without telling you how they really feel. You may have noticed that this person acts nervous around you. I definitely think the feelings are mutual and you’ve been waiting for this. I heard “it’s here!!” In a really excited voice. I’m so excited for you, my pile twos. You’re everything they’ve wanted in a partner and you two may have been friends for awhile. Like a friends to lovers type of situation. Like it’s always been you but it took them some time to realize it. As much as they’re nervous, they’re so excited. They fantasize about you a lot and may have to fight back thoughts of you because they can be distracting. You take up a lot of space in their mind but they’re not really mad about it, although at times it can distract them and cause them to get behind on the things they need to be doing. Like if they’re trying to do something for work/school but it takes longer than it should because they keep getting distracted by the thought of you. I think they already have a plan. They already know what they’re going to do, they’re just waiting for the right moment or until you two see each other again. With the 8 of wands, this may be very soon. You really make this person feel whole. Like there’s a grounded energy when they’re around you and they hope they give you that same feeling of happiness, safety and stability. I’ll leave your reading here but I’m so excited for you all! Please let me know how it goes, Pile 2!!

Pile 3 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

4 of swords, king of pentacles, 9 of cups, 4 of pentacles, the star, ace of swords, the empress, the emperor, 8 of cups, 6 of swords, page of swords, death

Pile 3, what you don’t see about this person is that they want a new beginning with you. Maybe you have struggled with the people surrounding you or some sort of grief or loss. It’s something that you and this person have gone through together. Possibly leave behind people that don’t support you, have hurt or betrayed you in some way, etc. this conflict has made you and your person close and your bond is the strongest it has ever been and your person is ready to take another step forward with you. This could be a proposal, starting a family, and for a lot of you I think this is moving in together or buying a home. You may receive help with family or take out a loan if this is moving and if it’s some sort of proposal, your person may have gotten blessing from your family or people close to you. Your person has spent a lot of time thinking about you and your relationship and they know you are who they want to spend the rest of their life with. They’re happy with you and it’s a genuine happiness that only you make them feel. They’re in love with you and being around you. They love doing mundane things with you and spending quality time with you. Maybe some of you would like to travel? Like get an RV or something and travel the world with your person and maybe they’re about to bring up this conversation with you. Some of you may be apart of the LGBTQ+ community and the people you’ve left behind may be people that don’t support you or your relationship and if that’s the case, your guides really want you to know that it’s going to be okay. Know that you made the right decision and your happiness is important and you can trust and move forward with your person. I heard “trust that you’ve made the right decision” you and your person are in this place where life and the world around you is so uncertain but you two are certain of each other and your love for each other. You two are a light for each other in a time that’s been incredibly dark for you. I keep hearing “it’s okay” and “it’s gonna be okay” Pile 3, I hope you are well and I’m sending you so much love and light! Please know that if you’re struggling in anyway, things will get better! I hope you all enjoyed the reading and I was able to give you some kind of peace and clarification.

I hope this reading has brought you some sort of peace, clarification, or happiness! Feedback is always appreciated :) have a good day or night. Sending you love and light!

࿐ mara

[theneondemonx]

HOUDINI | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: jungkook was your first and only. When he got arrested, you felt like an idiot for always believing his every word and after a few years you decided to date again. But the word somehow got to his ears in jail and he couldn’t let you be anyone else’s but his.

▽ genre: porn with some plot, criminal au, established relationship

▽ pairings: escaped convict!jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 3464

▽ warnings: mention of abusive relationship, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of underage sex, criminal activities, implied murder, possessive behavior, mention of female masturbation, spanking, fingering, female ejaculation, overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk

( ➜ Drabble 1: first meeting ) [⏵playlist]

He hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew he loved me If he didn't care for me I could have never made him mad But he hit me and I was glad

You were still very young when you learned that love was nothing like the cheesy romances you’d see on the big screen. Well, you didn’t actually have the money to go to the movies, but sometimes you found the way to sneak in and watch whatever was there to watch. You had a fascination for those stories, for those dancing images on the screen. They were made of pure light. Literally. While everyone was caught in the enchantment of the movie, you were the one to look behind your back and follow the light beam up until its source, looking straight at the small window from which the projector created the whole illusion of life before your eyes.

Most people want to escape from reality. They want to feel like their life has meaning, like it is just one plot twist away from being interesting. I didn’t. Maybe I should have, since mine was pretty shit. But I guess this was the whole reason why I was looking for the disenchantment. It’s like watching a magician. I’ve always been the type to be more observant, to look for the trick. Cause if there wasn’t any, then it would have meant that mine was the only pointless existence.

No one in your block had a penny to their names. Everyone dreamed of going away, of starting a new life and do something meaningful. But you knew that most of them would never make it. They were trapped.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Those weren’t your words. They were Jungkook’s. Well, not his own words, actually. He had read them somewhere. He was the type to read, although he didn’t look like it at all. And you know how people who read are: they are good with words. They can shape reality with just a flick of their tongue. And damn if he got a way with words! That’s why you fell for him.

It wasn’t just the fact that he got the looks of an angel. He also talked like one. He could talk his way in and out of everything and you were pretty sure he could lie his way into heaven if he wanted to. He was an exceptional liar, a pathological one too. But you loved him anyway.

You believed him when he told you that he was going to turn your life upside down. Why wouldn’t you? He had already done it more times than you could count. He had done it since the day you first met in that dark movie theatre. You had always believed him and everything he said. He was the only man you ever loved, the first and the last you had sex with, and eventually the one you married.

He reminded you of your father. They had the same dangerous charm. Their eyes gleamed with the same light: that of a man who was willing to con the whole world and make it his own. Your father didn’t make it, though. He became a drunk mess and ended up in prison for attempted murder.

Only a pathetic fuck goes to jail for attempted murder. Either you go down for murder, or you don’t go down at all. That’s how much of a failure he was.

But you didn’t care about him. He used to beat your mother whenever he felt like it. Jungkook, on the other hand, never did that.

So, when he told you those words – “the less you know, the better” – you didn’t question him. You just believed him. And when he came home with a bag full of money and his hands covered in blood, you still didn’t question him. You just did as he asked and bent over the kitchen table to let him fuck you senseless.

You really didn’t care about what he did. Everyone in your block was somehow entangled with criminal activities. That’s just how it is when you can’t afford an honest life. What if he robbed a bank? What if he killed someone to get that money? So what? You’d love him anyway. You’d love him no matter what.

You still loved him when you heard the sirens wailing through the block and stop outside your shared house. You didn’t care about the fact that he just ripped your marriage into pieces. You always knew he was an Icarus.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home for dinner.” He told you with a cocky smirk, while being pushed inside the police car.

And again, you believed him.

He was the only magician who ever managed to deceive you into thinking that his was actual magic and not just a trick. But when the jury found him guilty of aggravated robbery and murder, you felt like the lights had gone off and the curtain closed on his magic show. It was over. And now you were left standing in a sad empty circus, with just the distant music of the carousel to remind you of the fact that it was all a rouse. A convincing one for sure, but still a rouse.

When you saw him being taken away from the trial, you thought about those words he told you years before.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

And you smiled to yourself. Somehow, even though your whole life had just gone to pieces, you found them ironic. Who would have thought, back then, that he would end up in an actual prison? Not you for sure.

The years had passed and although you never really moved on from Jungkook, you decided it was time for you to build a life for yourself. You were still young and pretty, so it wasn’t hard for you to fool some stupid rich boy from the city. Kim Seokjin was no Jeon Jungkook, but he had money and a steady job – one that could actually pay for rent, food and vices without raising any question from the authorities.

He didn’t know you were broke as fuck, and you did your best to hide it with the means you had and the cunning that your lowlife background had teach you. You would buy fancy dresses and hide the tag when you wore them, so that you could return them the day after. You would also tell Seokjin to come pick you up at work in Gangnam. You never worked there, of course, but he was dumb enough to believe you. It didn’t really matter: you planned on sleeping with him soon enough and let him knock you up. Men always get way too excited when you tell them that they can fuck you without putting on a condom.

What you didn’t plan, however, was to find yourself with a tattooed hand covering your mouth when one night you came back home from a date with Seokjin. At first you tried to scream and free yourself from the strong grip of the mysterious man that somehow got into your house, but you froze as soon as he spoke.

“Shh be quiet, baby. You want to be the one to rat me out?”

You’d recognize that voice among millions. It was Jungkook.

How did he get out? His sentence is not over yet. He still has to serve twenty more years.

You thought that by being quiet and staying still, he would loosen the grip on you, but he didn’t.

“Fancy dress you got here, honey.” He hissed, pressing his lips against your ear and making you shiver from his touch. His hand trailed along the side of your body, caressing the expensive fabric of the white dress.

“Was your new boyfriend, the one who bought it for you?”

Your eyes widened at that question and you again tried to free yourself without success.

“Yeah.. I know. I was surprised too when Yoongi came to visit me and told me you were seeing some fancy city boy with his head up his tuxedo-covered ass.”

You knew that no matter how soft his voice could sound, he was mad. He was always calm when he was really mad.. until he wasn’t calm anymore.

“I told him: no, Yoongi, there’s no way that’s true. My sweet Y/N would never do something like that. She is a faithful wife, not some dirty whore who’s ready to sell her cunt to the first Richie Rich who comes around.”

He chuckled darkly.

“But he brought me the photos. So I guess I was wrong.”

He abruptly turned you around, pushing your back against the wall. It was then, that you saw him. His hair got longer and he somehow got some tattoos on his right arm. His dark eyes were gleaming in the dark with a mischievous light that you had never seen on him – not when he was looking at you, at least.

His fingers tightened around your jaw, forcing you to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Did you let him touch you?”

“N-no.” You muttered, with your heartbeat racing fast and your eyes wide open like those of an innocent doe who was just caught by a cold-blooded hunter.

He pressed his body on yours, breathing heavily against your lips without breaking eye contact.

“If you are lying to me.. I’ll know, Y/N.” He hissed. And you knew that those words were a clear warning.

“I expect your cunt to be tighter than it was when I left. If it isn’t..” he chuckled, slightly tilting his head to the side and licking his lips while caressing gently your reddened cheek. “..well, I guess I’ll stretch your holes so wide that there won’t be any doubt about whose little whore you are.”

He didn’t give you any time to breathe, let alone answer. He pressed his lips on yours with such passion that he sucked the air out of your lungs. And you melted.

You still loved him, after all. You still craved for his touch, which you missed every single night that you’ve spent in your empty bed. Every time you touched yourself, you always closed your eyes and think of him: his hands, his lips, his toned body, his cock, his breath, his smell.. everything. No man could turn you on like he did.

You could tell he had changed. He got more violent, more possessive. But for some reason, that didn’t bother you. Somehow, in a fucked up way, you enjoyed it. It was like you just had the proof that he truly loved you. That you were sill his.

You run your fingers through his hair, tightening your grip while kissing him deeply. A muffled sigh escaped from your lips when his tongue entered your mouth, exploring every corner of it like that was the last kiss he was ever gonna give you.

“Touch me.” You murmured, like it was a prayer sent straight to God.

The first one that was actually answered, since Jungkook’s hands quickly slipped under your dress while you kicked off your shoes. He turned you around again, face against the wall, and removed your underwear.

You gasped at his touch on your wet entrance, arching your back so that he could see your pussy in its full glory.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” He murmured, starting to run his palm on your pussy.

You moaned, grinding against his hand in search of his touch while he steadied your hips with the strong grip of his free hand.

“Already purring like a kitten, baby?”

Another moan escaped from your lips, this time loudly, when he inserted his middle finger in your throbbing core, feeling it clench around his touch.

“Such a good girl. You didn’t lie to me.” He commented in a hiss, inserting another finger to test your tightness and starting to pump his digits on your most sensitive spot.

“So tight. Will you be able to take my cock, baby?”

“Y-yes. Yes I will.” You answered in between your heavy breaths and moans, chasing the pleasure that his movements gave you.

You suddenly let out a sharp cry when you felt his hand slapping your ass cheek without notice. But the lingering pain had the only effect of heightening the pleasure and getting you even more wet.

Hu chuckled, spanking you one more time.

“Fuck! Jungkook!”

He had always loved it when you said his name during sex, and he still did apparently, since he started pumping his digits harder inside you. The lewd sounds of your pussy soon filled the silence of the night.

When his other hand reached your clit and started drawing quick circles around it, your legs started shivering and your eyes rolled back from the pleasure. If it wasn’t for the wall, you’d probably fall on your knees when the orgasm hit you. You moaned so loud that you almost sounded like a dying animal.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.”

His words only made it worse and you couldn’t help but feel like a fire ball hit you right in the belly. Your walls clenched around his pumping digits and soon your climax reached an unprecedented high, making you ejaculate on his hand while waves of pleasure went through your body like an electric shock.

“Oh my God!” Was is reaction to the mess you just made.

He let out a satisfied laugh, retracting his fingers from your overstimulated core just to smear your arousal on your own lips.

“Open your mouth, baby. I want you to taste yourself – the way I make you feel.”

You obeyed, and even if you were still panting and barely able to function, you took his fingers in you mouth, rotating your tongue around them and sucking every drop of your own arousal before letting them out with a pop.

“Good girl.” He praised you softly, caressing your hair. “Now get on your knees for me.”

Again, you obeyed without hesitation while he unzipped his pants and pumped himself a few times in front of your face.

You looked up at him, licking your lips. You could still taste your slick on them, but you wanted something different. You wanted his taste. And you were so eager to get it, that you didn’t waste any time.

You soon wrapped your mouth around his hard cock, sucking it like it was your last meal. But letting you have it your way was not Jungkook’s plan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tying them up in a ponytail that was only held by his own hand, and started thrusting inside your mouth until tears were gathering at the corner of your eyes.

A deep growl escaped from his lips at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock and your messed up make up smeared all over your face.

“My little whore. Always so good for me.” He said through his panting, face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

And probably there wasn’t gonna be one. For all you knew, the police could come at any moment and take him back to his cell – this time, forever. But, if anything, the thrill just added something extra to the whole situation, making it even more exciting.

The rhythm of his deep thrusts against your throat soon made you gag. And that was it. That was what he wanted, what he was looking for.

“Oh shit! Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

His cum shot straight down your throat, filling you with his warm liquid. You loved his taste. You always had since the first time he sucked his cock. You were only fifteen back then, and you had no idea how to do it. But he was older than you and he guided your every movement, teaching you what he liked and what he wanted. You thought you’d spit him out, but you always swallowed. You liked it. You liked the taste of his orgasm and you liked to know that you were the one to make him cum like that.

“Take off your dress and bra.”

Your jaw was still feeling numb and your legs weak when he ordered you to undress, but you still obeyed, in a daze.

“Now bend over the couch.”

Again, you didn’t raise any question. You just crawled towards the couch and rested your chest on the pillows, closing your eyes while you tried to catch your breath. You could feel your heart beating strong, muffled by the padded fabric of the couch. The only other sound was that of his steps, getting closer and closer to you until he dropped heavily on his knees, resting his large hands on your ass cheeks and parting them.

He let out a pleased moan and you could feel his gaze devouring the most intimate part of your body. You didn’t even need to look or feel him to know that he was getting hard again. And you felt proud. You arched your back and spread your legs a big wider, offering him the whole show. You loved to know that he wanted you so bad. Just the thought of his desire aroused you more than anything else.

He chuckled, spanking you again and making you gasp at the sharp feel of his palm against your sensitive skin.

“God, you’ve always loved being a slut for me. Am I right?”

You thought the question was rhetoric, so you didn’t respond. But when he gave you another spank and bent over you, pulling your hair to get your ear closer to his lips, you knew he wanted to hear your voice.

“Answer me. Whose little slut are you?”

“Y-yours, Jungkook. I’m your little slut.”

He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hair while caressing your reddened ass cheek and pressing his lips on your ear.

“Good girl.” He praised you, slowly starting to align the tip of his cock with your wet entrance.

You whimpered at the feel, arching your back even more to look for more friction. Seeing you like that, so eager to have him inside of you, was all it took for him to sink deep inside your core, filling you with all his length and stretching your walls.

“Fuck! You got so tight, baby.”

You did. While he was away, you didn’t have sex with anybody and you only started thinking about that when you met Seokjin. Not because you really wanted to, but because you felt like it was a necessary step to get what you wanted. Sure, Jin was handsome, but he was no Jungkook. Your husband, your first love, your first everything – he was the only one who could make you wet just by staring at you. He had that power – the power to make your head spin like you had too many drinks.

Jungkook hold your hips in place and started pounding you hard, making you moan at every thrust until you were just a hot wet mess at his mercy.

“Jungkook..” That was all you could say, breathless, while feeling your walls clench around his cock like they were holding to dear life.

He went balls deep inside of you, fucking you for all the times he didn’t in the past three years. It was intoxicating, and you knew you could never get enough of that feeling – of him.

“Jungkook.. cum inside me, please.” You whimpered, pleading him with a mere whisper when you felt his thrusts getting sloppier and more imprecise. Your orgasm was close too, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t pull out. You wanted to feel every drop of him.

“Y/N.. fuck!” Was all he said while he sank deep inside your core, filling you up with his cum and pumping it in to get you closer to your climax.

You came with his name on your lips and the lewd sounds of your sex filling your ears like the sweetest music you’d ever heard. Your hands grabbed the fabric of the couch and you could feel your saliva dripping down the side of your lips, parted by the intense sensation of your orgasm.

He dropped with his chest pressing on your back. You could feel his heavy breath against your skin and his heartbeat trying to get a calmer pace while the high of the climax was slowly fading away.

“We are leaving tonight, baby.” He whispered in your ear after a few moments of silence. “I’m not going back to jail. I’m not gonna let them tear us apart again.”

And again, even after everything that had happened, you believed him.

I guess this is my prison. You are. But I don’t want to escape.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, baby.”