#where the the sparkles go? why are they wearing actual clothes? where you can like... see their bodies?

[adamantine-ribbon]

did they fuckign??? rebrand xomg pop????

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

lesson in words | s.r. x pregnant!fem reader

for some reason today, annabeth was not in the mood for her princess dresses or jelly shoes. she raised her voice when you were shuffling around her room, trying to find something appropriate for the aquarium. she didn’t want her sage green pants, or her lavender plaid shorts, not even her scratchy sparkling pink skirt.

“i want these!” kicking her legs in the air to indicate her unicorn pajama pants. you just sighed, not wanting to indulge her antics, “honey, those are house clothes. you sleep in those for a long time, they’re not appropriate for a day out. now, what’s our second choice?” leaning against her dresser with a fist beside your growing bump.

“unicorn! i want unicorn!” she jumped her body against her mattress, the springs creaking. a headache brewing behind your eyes, “annabeth diana reid,” you kept your voice stern and level, “if you can’t pick out day clothes then we can’t go to the aquarium. that means you can’t see the stingrays for another month.”

she pouted as she crossed her small arms over her chest, her hectic bed head another part you’ll have to deal with. “i hate you,” she said it mostly quiet, probably meant to be a whisper but doesn’t understand how that works yet.

you pursed your lips while diverting your eyes to the floor, “well i’m sorry you feel that way, but if you can’t fix your attitude and change your clothes then you can stay in your room for the day.” leaving your daughter behind as you headed to your shared bedroom where your husband was tidying the space.

he turned when you stepped on a specific creaky spot, he greeted you with a smile that dropped when you assumed he saw your upset pout and wet eyes. “what’s wrong?” quick to hurry at your side with his hands caressing your elbows.

“hormones mostly,” sniffling, “and annabeth has decided to be stubborn today and says she hates me cause i won’t allow her to wear her pjs out the house.” spilling what happen in the last five minutes as fat tears collected on your lash line, one blink and they slid down your pregnancy cheeks.

“oh honey,” spencer leaned your head into his chest, neglected nails curling into his navy polo. one of his hands slid along the back of your head to keep you hidden while his other rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades. “she doesn’t actually mean it.”

“i know i know,” you sniffled as you moved to place your ear to his heart, “just hurts having her say those words. she probably doesn’t understand the extent of its meaning.” taking a deep sigh as you gathered yourself to lean away from spencer.

“why don’t i go talk to her? try from a different perspective.” his warm palms rubbed at your upper arms as he stared softly into your wet eyes.

you sniffled, “she is a daddy’s girl. listens to you more no matter what.” chuckling wetly when spencer just shrugged. he pecked a kiss to your forehead and guided you to the made bed, telling you to rest for now as he went to talk with your four year old.

spencer knocked gentle on her cracked door, “can i come in?” both of you were making sure to teach the importance of knocking before entering a room. she almost caught the act of making her new siblings.

“yes,” she replied quietly. spencer slowly pushed open her decorated door, his head peaking in first before completely entering and closing them in.

his daughter lay in her bed, her flower comforter swallowing her. only a small lump shifting gave away her hiding spot, spencer took a seat at the foot of her twin.

he gave what felt like her calf a loving squeeze, “wanna come out and talk?” her small heel nudged into his knee, “no.” spencer could hear her pout.

“why not?” “cause i-i-i was a meanie to-to mommy,” annabeth began to hiccup through her words. spencer quickly pulled her sheets back and frowned at her rosy wet cheeks, along with a line of snot leaving her tiny nose.

“oh honey, come here.” spencer wrapped his arms behind her back as she threw hers around his neck. she crawled into his lap, her small legs stopping at his hips. “do we feel bad about our earlier emotions?” spencer rubbed a large palm in soothing circles.

“ye- yes. i-i want to see sti- stingrays, and i-i want to match with mo- my mommy.” her words a blubbering mess as she panicked over something small for the adults but other worldly for her child mind.

spencer cooed in her ear, “why don’t we go apologize first. see if she’ll accept.” he felt annabeth nod in agreement. he carried her the short distance to the master bedroom where you were laying on your back as your palms rubbed your stomach and you stared at the ceiling.

you turned your head at a small knock, your face softening at the sight before you. “someone has something to say,” spencer said as he let annabeth’s feet sit on the bed.

the young girl untangled from her father’s hold and slowly walked to sit beside you. you could hear her ragged inhales and frowned at her flushed face. “i- i- i am sorry for ye- yelling. i want to go to aquarium and you- you can help dress me, mo- mommy.” her tiny hands pulled at the helm of her sleep shirt.

you let a palm caress her warm cheek, “i was a little hurt when you said you hate me,” wanting to be truthful to your brilliant child.

her lip wobbled, “i- i didn’t mean it. i lo- love you with my whole body.” something you say to her to show your complete extent of affections. “i heard that it was an unkind word, i- i re- regret saying it.”

“i know you do, honey.” pulling her into your chest for an awkward side hug. “let’s be mindful of our words, alright? they’re very powerful.” petting down her hair, you felt her nod on your shoulder.

“are my two girls friends again?” spencer spoke up during the moment. he stayed near the edge of the room to give the both of you space.

you pressed a kiss into annabeth’s temple, “i think so. what about you bethie, do you want to wear matching overalls today?”

her eyes peeked at your through clumped lashes, “can- can we also do bows?”

you squeezed her side, “of course, bethie-boo.”

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a/n: i took this idea from @khxna that they left on a post of mine. thank you for sharing💗

[huskyweebo]

Kings accidental consort. PT. 1 [ ? ]

Tysm to this blog for inspiring me to make an RadioApple fanfic!

“ So do you Agree on the terms. “ Lucifer affirmed, folding his arms as if saying to not agree. He and Alastor were on the patio; the only quiet place in the now bustling hotel,

“ yes yes, “ The radio demon said somewhat dismissively, “ I would only act as a parent to dear Charlie when you are not here, “ he repeated.

A sudden, odd thought came to Lucifer, “ just like divorced dads, “ he heard in his head, making him snicker slightly, Alastor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, “ what seems to be hilarious your Majesty, surely not our agreement “ he proceeded to hold out his hand, Lucifer grasped it.

“ oh nothing, I was just thinking that this deal seems like we act like a sort of divorced couple, and how it would be funny if we were actually, truly married “ they shook hands, around them powerful rays of light signaled a deal being made by an Overlord and King.

Downstairs Charlie and Vaggie were heading to their room after letting Angel handle the new guests for a break. Suddenly, the lights darkened around them and Green light was seen, both girls knew that all too well.

“ I’m sorry but who is making a deal with Alastor? “ Charlie asked. Vaggie raised an eyebrow

“ wait didn’t your dad go up with Alastor a couple minutes ago? … oh shit, “ Vaggie muttered, she grabbed Charlie’s hand and rushed up the stairs leading to the patio where Lucifer had said he will be. The was a lot of commotion behind the closed doors, Charlie kicked it open and ready to fight.

“ -re you shitting me! What is this?! This is your fault sinner ! “ Lucifer yelled once Charlie smashed the door open, her father appeared to be wearing a wedding dress, and blushing profusely. Vaggie burst out laughing.

“ well I wasn’t the one who made a frivolous joke about being married, am I ? “ Alastor said. he seemed frustrated, but he still held his smile. He himself was wearing a black tuxedo and holding a bouquet of flowers.

As they argued, both of their hands flared around. Charlie stayed quiet, not wanting to intervene but suddenly noticed wedding bands on each of their clawed hands, putting two and two together, she gasped loudly. She started squealing making both men stop yelling to look at her,

“ oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Vaggie!! Alastor is officially my Father!! They have Ringsss! “ she said shaking her girlfriend, Tears fell from her eyes.

“ ok easy on the sparkles Hon, “ Vaggie said while being shook, she turned to the males with a questioning look,

“ did you guys seriously get married? “ Charlie ran to hug Alastor, “ NEW DAD ! “ she yelled while sobbing madly,

“ What is this? Dear this isn’t for long, His Highness messed up a deal we were making and ended up like this, “ Charlie was peeled off of his body, and her face told them she was hugely disappointed.

“ what but what kind of deal can you botch that badly to- “

“ WELL TIME TO BREAK THIS MARRIGE “ Lucifer interrupted, snapping his fingers.

The wedding garments disappeared for both, Alastor brushed his clothes, “ There you go, the deal should be of- why do I still have another ring. “ Lucifer stretched out his hand in front of him, on top of his old wedding ring that Lilith gave him, there was still the new one. Alastor looked down, he still had his on aswell.

“ Now this is particularly “ he said off handly, “ I thought you had it covered your majesty, “

“ well I do, give me a second “ Lucifer growled,

20 minutes later and everyone was in the palace with Lucifer running everywhere and looking through all the books he can find, he was muttering under his breath frantically similarly to how Charlie did when she was in a panic,

“ HOW IS THERE NOTHING ABOUT STUPID DEAL BREAKS IN THIS SHITHOLE “ Lucifer yelled out from another room and a book could be seen thrown.

“ hmmm “ Alastor hummed through his smile, he enjoyed the little one running around with tarnish, but he knew the fun couldn’t last. He he assured Charlie then went through his shadow and to where Lucifer was.

“ Your highness what seems to be the problem? “ he asked knowing full well the answer to his own question. Lucifer looked like a complete mess: both his horns and wings were out and he wore a crazed expression,

“ well, funny thing, well um- “ he stammered, then flew up and took another book out of a shelf instead of answering him.

Alastor waited for him to come down, he was like a prissy baby and currently, he knew not that Alastor could hear him from down below. The king cursed him out and his past living self. The book he previously had in his hand fell with a slam right next to Alastor, Lucifer cursed even more and flew higher, deep into the high rise library, Alastor went to pick up the book but immediately dropped it when it burned his skin through his gloves.

It was a holy book, ‘ Deals With The Unholy ‘ it was called. All around Alastor was holy books similar to that.

Finally, Lucifer calmed down slightly and flew back to where Alastor was, he was panting heavily.

“ finally calmed down? “ the Sinner rejoiced, his smiled sickened Lucifer, “ I see you don’t got this handled, “ the King rolled his eyes,

“ looks like apparently once a deal is made it can never be broken until it ends, but we never put a deadline, so it’s not possible… but I swear I had saw something about breaking a deal somewhere! “ he said with a pout, Alastor laughed slightly.

“ well I suggest we go ahead and tell our daughter that becuase she is currently worried about you. “ Alastor said smoothly,

“ she worried about me ? “ Lucifer said excitedly, then clearing his throat embarrassed when he saw Alastors face.

“ what do you mean, ‘ our duaghter ‘ she’s my duaghter not yours “ he growled. Alastor laughed,

“ Well this ring says otherwise, so until we find out a way to break this frivolous deal, we are officially married so she is indeed my duaghter. “ Lucifer narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything, “ go along now darling, please tend to OUR daughter “ The short king muttered angerly as he left, not waiting for him.

Alastor waited for him to close the door. The sound of a Wendigo could be heard from him.

he held his hand with his wedding band out, from it, sparks came from it and suddenly a book appeared in his hand. He reading for a brief moment before shutting and burning it.

“ A slight mishap that I could use, maybe being married isn’t such a bad thing “ Alastor started laughing, he continued on as he went through the shadows…

TBC [ ? ]

[innerfare]

Sanji Fluff // Angst Compilation

Summary: A compilation of Sanji angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Brushing Your Teeth Together, Flowers, Type of Date, You See His Cabin, Fighting and Making Up, Paradise, Nightmares, I Love You, You're Jealous).

Genre: Fluff // Angst

CW: None // SFW

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You’re Wounded: 

Fusses over you while you see to your own wound, feels like they dodged a bullet, blames themselves for any harm that comes to you. “Never again,” they promise themself, bringing you a hot cup of tea to soothe you. 

Brushing Your Teeth Together: 

Slings his arm around you, gets a little too distracted by the sight of you brushing your teeth, ends up standing there with his mouth open and his toothbrush hanging out. Ends up speed running his when you’re finished so he can follow you out of the bathroom. 

Flowers: 

Classic red roses, at least a dozen at a time. He’ll buy you roses in shades of white and pink, as well as the occasional yellow, but a dozen red roses is his go to. He also makes very good use of the petals. Doesn’t need a special occasion to present you with a bouquet. In fact, he always makes sure you have fresh flowers on your nightstand. Additionally, he’s learned to cook a few dishes with edible flowers in them for you, presenting you with all manner of chamomile, chive blossom, and pansy dishes. 

Type of Date: 

This man will take you on the best picnic of your life, a picnic so good he’ll have you wondering why you ever thought restaurants were the epitome of fine dining. It won’t just be delicious, it will be an aesthetic dream, with a wicker basket, checkered blanket, and even a small bouquet of flowers in a glass jar. If he takes you on a picnic beneath the stars, he’ll light candles and be sure to have an extra blanket to keep you warm. Oh, and champagne. Definitely will open a bottle of champagne. 

You See His Cabin For The First Time: 

Sparkling clean, and yet, he’ll apologize anyway because the pillows aren’t fluffy enough, the rug isn’t completely straight, etcetera. His closet is very well organized, all of his clothes ironed and properly taken care of (Sanji’s the rare type to actually read labels and do his laundry accordingly). His most prized possession is a book on the All Blue, which he’s poured over countless times, using color coded tabs to flag various pages and writing detailed notes in the margins. He also came across one of Zeff’s old wanted posters in Loguetown, and he keeps it framed next to his own, the closest thing he has to a family photo. 

Fighting and Making Up: 

He’s far too protective over you, and it causes a lot of fights. He treats you like a china doll, and though that can be quite nice at times, he needs to understand you’re not made of glass. Alternatively, he’s the type to get upset with you for being too friendly to other men. There was also a miscommunication where he cooked something you didn’t like and you weren’t exactly gentle in your reaction to it, you thinking he already knew you didn’t like that thing when he didn’t actually know, him thinking you had an issue with his cooking and not an issue with one of the ingredients. He’s the type to bring you flowers even if you were in the wrong in order to jumpstart the making up process. Your fights never last long because Sanji can’t sleep, can’t eat, can barely even pull himself out of bed if the two of you are on the outs (early childhood trauma can be that way). 

Paradise 1: 

Wandering through a flower field and picking some of the more beautiful blooms that catch your eye, sprawling out on a picnic blanket in the late morning to bask in the sweet scent, enjoying the breeze as it ruffles your hair, weaving some of the flowers you picked into a delicate crown that they wear proudly while the two of you share sweet kisses. 

Paradise 2: 

Waiting until late evening to meet beneath a peach tree, speaking at first in hushed tones, worrying someone is on to the two of you, eventually forgetting about all of that and settling into easy conversation about nothing and everything simultaneously, him jumping up to pick a peach for you to have as an evening snack, you taking advantage of the last bit of light to carve both of your initials into the tree trunk. 

Nightmares: 

You’re in the clutches of his brothers while his father watches on in approval, and he’s trying to save you but to no avail. Suddenly, he’s seven years old again- too small, too slow, too weak to put up a fight, completely at the mercy of his brothers. Only, they aren’t tormenting him, they’re tormenting you, and from the looks on their faces, they sure are enjoying it. The look on your face, though, is one of complete anguish. And then you scream in pain, and he’s awake again, sitting up in bed with a sheen of sweat on his skin, the image of your face in such pain burned into his brain. He doesn’t register that it was only a nightmare until he puts eyes on you, and even then, it takes him several days to recover from the nightmare. 

I Love You: 

Sanji technically confesses first, but you’re the one who actually says those three words. He’s holding your hand in both of his, clutching it close to his racing heart, as he looks down at you, telling you all the ways you make his life better, all the things he’s looking forward to doing with you, all the energy he’s going to put into keeping you happy, healthy, and safe. And the words just sort of fall from your lips. He stops mid sentence, eyes wide and mouth open. The seconds drag on in silence before he’s pulling your lips to his. Both of you are very generous with these three words, saying them often and in public. If you ever hang up the transponder snail without telling him you love him, he’s calling you right back to make sure everything is alright. (Also, not really relevant, might do a separate post about this, but Sanji is definitely a heart-shaped jewelry sort of guy. He just is. Certified lover boy.) 

You’re Jealous: 

Even with a third eye, Pudding is stunning. And Sanji almost married her. It was before you two were together, but listening to the stories from Whole Cake, hearing how close he came to marrying another woman, knowing she really did fall in love with his kind heart and wonderful cooking, turns you into a little green monster. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous of a woman you’ve never met before, a woman Sanji chose not to marry, but you can’t help it. Sanji is completely shocked that you would feel jealous over his relationship (if it could even be called that) with Pudding, though after thinking about it some more, he does realize why you might be jealous that he had a fiancé. His solution is to bring you a bouquet of roses and walk you through the dark details of his life, telling you things he’s never outright told anyone, so you understand the special place you have in his life. 

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[veltana]

Sell my soul - 1

✦ Pairing: Lloyd Hansen/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Lloyd, Omega!Reader, omega auction, slow burn, eventual smut, pet names (sugar plum).

✦ Summary: Lloyd buys you

✦ Note: Due note that this is a drabble series and the parts will be short, but I hope you like it any way! I started writing this because Lloyd was trying to hijack my brain and take over the Buy my heart series, so he got his own instead, and I'm gonna make him suffer 😈 Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!

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“This is bullshit,” you mutter as you pull on the sheer dress. It's basically see-through. Why can't you wear regular clothes? Isn't it embarrassing enough that you have to sell yourself, you have to be as close to naked as possible also?

But you do it anyway and don't say anything more. This is really your very last resort. Everything else you've tried so far has been a failure.

Panic starts to rise in your chest. What if he's out there? What if he buys you?

Then you realize that everyone sitting out there is an alpha and he wouldn't be allowed in. It calms your nerves a bit but you still glance around now and then as you wait for your turn. He's found you before. You're not safe anywhere.

“This is bullshit,” Lloyd growls as he adjusts the mask covering his face. He recognizes the scents of at least three alphas, despite being unable to see their faces. The masks aren't hiding shit. He knows they're more for the omegas on stage than for the alphas but so far the entire event has been a disappointment, and he regrets attending.

Instead, he studies the high ceiling and artwork on the walls, only glancing at the omegas appearing, one after another getting bought.

Just as he's about to up and leave the omega on stage catches his attention. Eyes that keep flickering and a stubborn mouth, but otherwise delectable! He raises his paddle before he even knows it. A few people bid too, but Lloyd is determined. His paddle is the last to go up.

The omega's mouth is a thin line. A smile cracks Lloyd's face below the mask as he rises and makes his way out to pick up his newly acquired omega.

“Be nice, be nice, be nice. Be nice to the alpha who bought you. You need his protection.” You remind yourself as you stand outside in your clothes after being shown out by the attendant. There isn't an alpha around and your eyes keep searching. You don't like to be out in the open like this but if you huddle against the wall he's probably going to think you're weird. Or you'd have to explain.

With a roar, a flashy sports car pulls up. The owner steps out and looks at you. He’s tall with neat hair slicked back, a mustache above his smile, eyes sparkling with glee. You look away, he obviously thinks you're a prostitute. It would be great if your fucking alpha could show up.

“Hey, get in!” The man calls. You glance at him before saying, “I'm waiting for someone.” “Yeah, me! Omega, get over here right now or I'll command you.”

You stare at him. He waves a piece of paper. “You're the alpha who bought me?” “Damn straight, sugar plum!” Sugar plum?! Your name is on the paper!

“Actually,” you begin but he interrupts you. “We can talk in the car, come on now!” Displeased, you walk over.

The inside looks barely used but it’s filled with his scent. It’s a delicious perfume that smells like the woods after it's rained, an earthy clean smell with an undertone of burnt sugar that makes you think of creme brulee. Saliva pools in your mouth and you ignore it.

Your new alpha, who still hasn't introduced himself, steps on the gas and the car shoots down the road. “Where are we going?” “To my place, it’s not far!” At the speed he's driving, you're downtown within minutes, too focused on holding on to ask any other questions. He doesn't offer any more answers, either. Soon, you lose track of where you are, finding yourself in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Elegant houses and high-rise buildings blend together unnaturally. He parks in an underground garage, and the elevator ascends to the tenth floor. Everything looks new and untouched almost. You've never been in such a place before.

Inside the door, you stop and stare. The apartment you used to live in was a perfectly adequate size, but this is ridiculous. On top of that everything is spotless and sleek. Sure, his scent is present in the apartment, but otherwise it looks like no one lives in it, very similar to the car. Your new alpha seems to be very neat.

You look down at yourself. It's been a while since you had the opportunity to wash your clothes properly. The bag in your hand with your few belongings has seen better days. The alpha struts into the apartment, not noticing you've stopped. You don't have socks on so you don't want to take off your shoes.

Frozen in place you can't decide what to do. Everything is just too much. But you're still at the front door, if you turn around you can run and go back to what you know. It would be easier in a way. He doesn't know you. He has a name but it won't get him anywhere.

Steps coming towards you snap you out of it and you meet the eyes of the alpha. They are calm and blue. The urge to run settles and you notice he has a bundle of clothes in his arms.

“You'll have to borrow some of my stuff until we've washed yours and gotten you more clothes. Bathroom is this way,” he jerks his head and turns around. This time you follow.

The bathroom has everything one could wish for and you look longingly at the tub. How long ago was it that you had a real bath? The alpha puts the bundle down on top of a basket and then shows you where to find towels and what all the different dials in the shower do. You nod, trying to keep up.

Then he turns and heads out but before he shuts the door you blurt out, “Wait! What's your name?”

He turns around and grins at you in a way that is both creepy and at the same time not unpleasant. “It's Lloyd Hansen, sugar plum.”

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[myreia]

Sketches of Times Lost

Day 01: Steer

ryne x gaia. minor shadowbringers patch & eden raid spoilers. written for ffxivwrites 2024. 943 words. ao3 link.

“Not like that—”

“Then like what? I did it the way you said!”

“You didn’t! You must put your paddle on the other side—”

“What other side? I put it where you told me—”

“The left side!”

“I put it on the left side!”

Voices ring out across the Source, breaking the sleepy Lakeland day. A sturdy little fisher boat bobs haphazardly in its waters. It streams away from the shore, pushed to and fro by the wind despite the best efforts of its occupants.

“You’re not listening to me.”

“I am listening to you, Ryne!”

“If I am steering from the right side, you must paddle on the left—”

“Ugh…” Wood clatters against wood. “…every time… why must you be like this—”

“Gaia, we’re going in circles!”

“I know—ah!”

Splash. With a sad, despairing sound, the paddle hits the water. Ryne jolts upright in her seat and leans over the side, the boat wobbling precariously with her movement. Gaia yelps, her hands flying out to seize the gunwales, frozen in fear as Ryne slides her paddle over the edge. She presses her lips together, brow furrowed with concentration, and attempts to fish the other out.

A few prods later and she has only achieved the opposite.

“Ah!” The boat rocks as Ryne pulls back, red-cheeked and spluttering. “I can’t get to it.”

Gaia sighs, her hands still holding the gunwales in a death-grip, and carefully peers over the side. “Goodbye, you useless old thing,” she drawls, deadpan. “I knew I should never have brought you.”

The paddle floats away, uncaring, and vanishes into the lake.

The girls fall silent. Small waves lap against the boat, calmly, quietly, the only sound for malms save for the wind and the occasional bird call above. The sun beats down, its rays sparkling across the surface of the water. There was a time in her life when she never knew water could be like this—bright and clear, shimmering like the crystals of the Crystal Tower and brimming with life. She can still taste the putrid scents of her childhood, the stink of stagnant water and rotting fish. The green, stinking waters around Eulmore were where one went to drown. If they were lucky.

Ryne sighs and crosses one leg over the other. “All right,” she says, glancing over the side of the boat. The wind is pushing them in circles and they are moving further and further from Sullen by the minute. At this rate, they might as well be pushed clear into the Isle of Ken. Perhaps they could ask Bismarck for another favour. “I admit… perhaps we… made a mistake.”

Gaia snorts. “A mistake? I thought you said you knew how to handle a thing like this.”

“I do! Or… in theory, I do. I haven’t… actually. Done this before.”

Gaia glances over her shoulder, her dark brows drawn together. She would look angrily ferocious if not for the way her lips were moving as if she is about to laugh. “Surprising. You don’t say.”

A small laugh bursts out of her and Ryne slaps a hand to her mouth. Flashing her a grin, Gaia twists around in her seat and stretches out, fluffing out her hair behind her as she settles in to bask. She closes her eyes and throws one leg over her knee, her foot bouncing back and forth. The polished stiletto heel she insisted on wearing glints in the sun.

Ryne smiles, soft and quiet, and looks away. “Regardless,” she says, dipping a hand into the lake, letting the cool waters flow through her fingers. “This is nice, isn’t it? The sun is out, there’s a nice breeze, we have food and water…”

“Spinning in the middle of the lake doesn’t sound very nice to me,” Gaia says. Despite her irritable tone, she is already deeply relaxed. “I’d have rather stayed indoors.”

Ryne raises her eyes, staring across the lake to Sullen’s docks. Villagers mill to and fro, some fishing, others swimming, and moreso out to the enjoy the nice day. Their bright clothing makes them visible even from this distance. Would any notice if she stood up and waved her arms?

A pang squeezes her heart. “Did you know Urianger tried to walk on water once?” she blurts out.

Gaia yawns. “Where?”

“There. Stepped right off the dock.”

Gaia’s eyes open. Slowly, she pushes herself up and twists around, following Ryne’s gaze to the distant shore. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” she declares.

Ryne makes a face. “You don’t believe me—?”

The boat rocks. A warm hand slips into hers. A familiar weight presses into her as Gaia rests her head on her shoulder.

“You miss them a lot today,” she says quietly. No judgement, just simple acknowledgement.

“I miss them everyday.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know when Aureia will be back. I don’t know if Thancred has gone and done something stupid. I don’t know what books Urianger is reading, what theories Y’shtola is pursuing, if Alphinaud and Alisaie are…” She lets out a soft breath. “I’m sorry. I wanted today to be nice.”

“You’re here. How could it not be?”

Sullen fades into the distance.  

“Gaia?” Ryne asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Do you think this will ever end? Feeling like this? Feeling like I’m grieving the worst before I know it’s happened? I’m so worried about them, some days I can barely breath.”

“I don’t know the answer to that.” Her hand squeezes hers. “I don’t think anyone knows. But I do know what it is like to feel alone and…”

“And?”

“You’re not, Ryne. You are never alone.”

[anashins]

can you write something about jaehyun spoiling his s/o, practically being her sugardaddy

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, romance, a bit suggestive in the end

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Jaehyun just really wants to put these designer high heels on you and take you out, but he's afraid other men might look at you. So he better makes sure you're not leaving without another diamond.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I didn't know how serious the sugar daddy part was, so I hope you still like my take on this :) Based on a real life conversation.

“Is it too tight, Miss?”

You took a deep breather. And again. The fabric of the clothing indeed closed tighter around your chest, but not to the point of where you felt like gasping for air. It fitted you perfectly, like it had been tailored right onto your body in your sleep.

“It’s fine.”

The shop’s employee nodded and dropped her hands from your back to the skirts of the dress that flowed down your hips in a waterfall of different chiffon layers, arranging the fabric by your legs. It was a stark contrast to the tight corset and made the entire gown stand out even more - and not only because of its bright red color alone.

Jaehyun has always had an immaculate taste. He had proven it by the different dresses, handbags and shoes he had gotten you in the past few months, but tonight, he definitely exceeded himself, even though you had deemed it impossible.

You hadn’t known what to expect when he had suddenly texted you that you would get picked up by 5pm and in front of you then didn’t stand your boyfriend, but a driver instead, to give you a ride to this high end boutique where the dress had already been picked up for you. 

“He also wants you to wear this.” 

Something cold got placed around your neck, and when your eyes found the object in the full body mirror in front of you, you stopped breathing visibly. The necklace was sparkling with different diamonds, and you could directly tell that it cost more than triple the deposit of your first apartment after university. 

You knew Jaehyun’s business was going well now, but not this well.

“Don’t you like it, Miss?”

Instantly, you shook your head, bringing your finger up to touch the pendant. You had been too stunned to speak. 

“I love it.”

“Very well. He’s waiting outside now. You can pick a pair of shoes in the shop directly yourself.”

The nice lady quickly adjusted your hair, checked your makeup and then nodded contently before she led you out of the fitting room and back into the actual shop that had already closed down just because Jaehyun had wanted privacy for you. 

And said man now stood by the window, his back turned to you. With an excuse, the employee left you two alone, and you then approached him with silent steps as your naked feet touched the ground.

“I surely didn’t miss our anniversary, did I?” you asked insecurely. “I don’t want to be rude or ungrateful, but Jaehyun… this is all very expensive, no matter how well your business is now doing.”

“Can’t I just spoil you every now and then, just because?” Jaehyun turned around with a smug smile. His hair was slicked back though a few thick strands had still gotten loose and fell into his forehead. He wore a dark gray suit that he had styled rather casually and in his hands, he was holding a pair of silver high heels that he then lifted and let it dangle in front of you. “I think these will make the look complete. Sit down.”

You did as you had been told and Jaehyun knelt down in front of you. With a deliberate motion, he raised his head to lock gazes with you, and you wondered why he didn’t continue.

"What is it?" you asked. 

“I wonder if I can really let you go outside like this.”

Your heart sank. “What do you mean… like this? Doesn’t the dress suit me? Is it the color? It’s too much, right? I’ll ask for an alternative…”

You gathered the skirts around your waist and already wanted to stand up, but Jaehyun pushed you back down. “No! I meant it like… Ah! I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. To even look at you. Maybe I should call the restaurant and have them empty the entire setup, so I can have this sight all to myself.”

You blushed. “Don’t say that…”

“No matter how much money I make now or will make in the future, it cannot buy me a beauty like yours, and I still got you - beautiful inside and outside. What a lucky man I am. Here, now let me help you.”

Jaehyun flipped over the skirts so that your lower legs were free. He gently touched your foot and put it in one of the heels. It fitted perfectly.

“I feel like Cinderella when the prince was searching for her,” you giggled. When Jaehyun had closed the strap, you stretched out the leg and admired how elegantly you looked in the heel. “All this for a visit in a restaurant though? Will we go to an opera after? Watch a play? Whatever it is, I’m so excited!”

“Neither. Just dinner.” He reached for your other foot.

“That’s fine too!” you declared happily. “As long as we can spend time together. But Jaehyun… it doesn’t need to be all this. I know your business is now skyrocketing, but you shouldn’t invest so much money in me. Lately, you've been spoiling me so much, I don’t know where to with all your presents. There is not much space anymore in our home. I’m getting by just fine with my job. Just take care of yourself first.”

He stopped all his motions. “Remember when we were still in that rundown apartment after university? Barely able to afford daily food?”

“Of course I do.” Because it had been the worst time in your lives.

“Back then, you worked three jobs while I was still studying. And when you cried one night because it was too much, I promised you that one day, you wouldn’t need to work anymore, I was going to make so much money, you wouldn’t need to worry about life a single day anymore. I was going to take care of you.”

You gulped. “I didn’t know you remember…”

Jaehyun led your foot into the remaining heel, but didn’t make a move to raise or close the strap. Instead, he kept his head low and let his finger linger on your ankle as he recalled the memories. “Your suffering face… I never wanted to see it again, and a day like today, I want it to be a daily experience for you.”

“Jaehyun… what are you saying…?”

“I’m sorry, I handed in your notice at work today, you don’t have to return to this toxic workplace. Just look for another or don’t work at all if you don’t want to. I bought a penthouse by the river, we’re going to move in tomorrow. You don’t have to take anything with you, it’s all set.”

Your heart was beating by your throat now. “Jaehyun… what did you do?”

He looked up and explained, “I bought a bit of land a few years ago and one of the biggest investment groups in the whole country needed it for a new project. I sealed the deal yesterday, and I’m gonna be part of the project. We’re rich now.”

“That’s amazing!” You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him close. “All your hard work paid off, Jaehyun! I’m so happy for you, you deserve it!”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I said we are rich now.”

You withdrew and shook your head. “It’s all you. It’s your business, your money. I got nothing to do with it.”

“You cooked for me, helped me study, did most chores and supported me in every way when I was invested in this business. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been with me the entire time, endured all hardships and believed in me too. You took care of me when I couldn’t, now it’s my turn.”

“You don’t need to repay me. I did all this, because I love you. Just live your life well, and I’ll be content too.”

“But I can’t be happy then.” He dropped his head.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to share all this with my wife.”

You gasped.

Jaehyun’s hand reached into his pocket. “Shit. I wanted to wait until we were in the restaurant, because it has a very nice rooftop, but I just can’t wait any longer. You’ve waited for too long already.” He opened his hand and along with it, the dark blue velvet box. “Please let me be your husband from now on.”

Your answer came in the way of you cupping his face and placing your lips on his while his hands simultaneously wandered up your legs.

Jaehyun didn’t come to close the second high heel for you that evening and neither did you make it to the restaurant.

[jiminiecrickets]

jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

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tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, bondage, toys, blindfold, edging, temp play, nipple play, handjobs/frotting, sir kink, size humiliation

you've gotten daring. it feels as if he's constantly in wait for a wolf to jump out of the bushes to attack him in the kitchen, the dining room... or even actual bushes. and it wasn't just the sex that had his skin burning under his clothes. it was the way you shifted your arm casually around his waist, over his shoulders, claiming him as yours – it was the way you looked at him differently, eyes dark and dangerously playful. it was the way a corner of your lips twitched up and pride glittered in your eyes whenever anyone mentioned how cute he was, tucked into your side like a doll.

it excited him, doing something so dirty in the shadows and having it leave its mark on him so visibly that others picked up on it.

when you greet him in the morning with a fruity breakfast-in-bed of your famous pancakes with a bundle of red bamboo-silk rope on the side, he picks up the rope first.

he twists the soft ends between his fingers, admiring the nylon-like sheen to the vibrant fibres. he turns the bundle over in his hands, admiring the contrast against his skin. "so pretty," he whispers, taking his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes sparkle up at you ardently. "do you know how to use these?"

"i've been doing some light reading," you tease, kissing his cheek and throwing open the curtains to let the morning light in. "got them on tuesday. been waiting for a time when i can really let them shine as a centrepiece."

"you should've gotten a blindfold, too," he laughs, giving the rope a harsh tug. it barely moves, holding steady. he blushes. if you decide you don't want him moving a single inch, these will certainly get the job done.

"would you like one?" you ask liltingly, moving towards the wardrobe. "you have all day to pick one." since the beginning of the week, he'd grown more comfortable with giving up control over the little things in his life – like now, allowing you to pick out a nice, casual outfit for him.

"mm... maybe i would." he sets aside the rope, his chest already brimming with anticipation, and picks up the fork. delicately, he pierces a dewy blueberry with a single silver tine and drags it against his teeth with a soft hum. the syrupy glazing gives the tartness a tingling rich weight.

his eyes widen at the outfit you've thrown on the end of the bed next to his feet. you close the wardrobe. "that's just your hoodie. where's the rest of it?"

you smirk, scooping up a familiar pair of fishnets folded into a neat square, a loop of leather clinking on top. you lift the pair of polished black heels in your other hand and they glint sharply in the light. "here's the rest of it."

flames engulf his face. "h-hyung! i can't wear that!"

"why not?"

 "it's not – it's so suggestive," he whispers. you smile; there's your sweet boy. "aren't you worried people will stare at your boyfriend?"

"no. i know they would – that's why i chose them." you set them down, perching on the edge of the bed next to him and taking the fork gently from his hands. you carve a bite out of the fluffy pancake stack and lift it to his lips, humming when he wraps his lips around it with more of a pout than usual. "you love the attention, my darling. i'm just giving you what you want."

 he shivers at the familiar sentence, which sends a twinge of arousal up his spine. he just woke up, too – maybe you'll help him with his little 'problem' if he asks nicely. "i think i should wear pants. what if the wind picks up the end of the hoodie? i'd get in trouble for public indecency – you'd have to fuck me in a jail cell."

"fine," you huff, pushing another mouthful of pancakes into his mouth as you stand. "jeans, then. your black calvin klein denim, maybe? let's go for an all-black look today. you can cuff the hems to show off your shoes."

with a laugh, he spears half of a strawberry and waves it towards you. you accept it, teeth dragging lightly against the silver. "you have to go change, then. wanna match with you, baby."

"i made you a cute breakfast and you're still ordering me about..." you sulk. "okay. but that's the last thing you can ask of me. i'm in charge, you little minx."

"yes, daddy," he drawls, rolling his eyes as he giggles. "big man pays for our dates and gives good kisses. what else to i have to want for?"

"oh, trust me. tonight, you'll be wanting."

—

it's hot. it's cold. your thumb tweaks his nipple and he flinches at the suddenness of it, swallowing his groan of pleasure.

"mmnh... oh, fuck, fuck you..." he jolts as the wet heat of your tongue circles his pebbled nipple, your teeth dragging against the soft, cold skin. it's fascinating, really – you can feel his heat, his red-blooded muscle, simmering beneath his skin, and yet what you take between your lips is arctic. the zing of cold tastes sweet with his bitten moans.

"what did you say, darling?" you drag the ice cube down along the defined edge of his apollo's belt, teasing it up and down the place where it smooths out – right at the junction of his thigh.

he whimpers – really whimpers – and bucks his hips feebly, arms flexing against the red bamboo-silk blend. you made sure to tie them nice and tight, framing the swells of his delts and biceps. he whips his head left and right, trying to find the source of your voice. it's coming from all around him, enveloping him, drowning his senses, bubbling in his tummy like a glass of mellow, nutty champagne.

the bullet vibrator, discreet and black, has been buzzing away inside of him for what feels like hours. it's shorter than your fingers, thinner than your cock, and barely brushes that sweet sport two inches inside of him. he grinds his ass against the bed, fighting desperately to rub it against his prostate for some proper pleasure. the used fleshlight knocks his hip and he shivers as your fingers brush his side while you pick it up and set it aside.

"nothing, sir," he says between clenched teeth, his chest arching into your mouth as your tongue flicks and rolls against his sensitive chest. his stomach tenses and you drag the flat of your tongue down the split of his chest and trace the dips of his toned muscles, lips firm and warm and wet and—

he cries out as the searing ice presses against the underside of his throbbing cock. you wrap your hand entirely around him – his heart flutters – and the heat of your hand and his shaft have the ice dripping down your first knuckles, sandwiched unflinchingly as you lazily shuffle your palm up and down, up and down.

he whines tearfully and his hips jerk away, writhing as he tries to pull away from the numbing cold and shattering heat. it's so slick. "n-nothing! i said nothing!"

the icy water drips down his balls and constant sticky precum bubbles from his tip, pooling on his tensing stomach. his hands flex behind his head and he tilts his mouth against your neck when he feels you bury your face in his shoulder, humming softly as you jerk him off so terribly sweetly. the pulsing rage of heat, the steady glacial chill that hums at the base of his cock...

"'m sorry," he cries out against your skin, pressing his lips to your jaw quick and messy. he's frantic. you smile. "i – mmh! – didn't mean it, please, just wanna come, please... s'hard, so hard, i wanna see you... wanna touch you, wanna feel you against me, in me, i don't care anymore!"

 he sounds almost broken. granted, you've never toyed with him like this before – you're not usually one to play with your food too much before you eat. but this week, his words, his cute little smiles when he teases his hand across your crotch... maybe you're less of a square than you thought.

"you didn't mean it?" you tilt your head, middle and index fingers brushing against the rim of his asshole, nudging the vibrator. he spreads his legs wider, thighs hooked over yours, and you smirk. "it just... came out, right? ah, i understand... but that doesn't mean that you're forgiven. you'll have to earn that."

he keens, nodding so hard his head's in danger of falling off. he humps your fist, his cheeks dark pink. "yes – yes, sir. i'll do better for you, hyung."

"hm." you sit back on your knees, stroking his body. he shivers under your touch, flinching and gasping softly at each cold twinge. his fawn nipples are swollen and dark. "you will."

"i will," he parrots softly, a tiny breath of dazed acquiescence. his head tips back – your hand, god, he'd been trying to ignore it, focus on your voice, but even that got him all worked up. he can barely remember what the bedroom looks like. all he remembers is you.

"that's right, darling," you croon, tugging faster on his cock as he judders and moans, grinding into your fist and against your bulge at the same time. you glance down at his cock and can't help the soft huff of laughter that escapes you at the sight.

he clenches around nothing at the sound. "w-what?"

"mm, nothing," you jest, "just admiring how pretty your little cock looks in my hand."

his gut zings with deep, hot pleasure. he can't steady the wobble in his voice. "i-it's not little...!"

"really? can't you feel it, baby?" you wrap your fingers tight around his length one at a time so you can truly appreciate the look of it, snug in the tunnel of your palm. "my hand wraps around it entirely. you can't even see it anymore. i've never realised how dainty you truly are. doubt you could please anyone with this."

you tug sharply and his moan snaps in the middle. his pulsing, leaking red cock dribbles onto his stomach and runs down his sides with all of his writhing. you squeeze slowly on every upwards stroke, as if milking him, and a thick spurt of precum drools over your knuckles.

"'m not dainty," he nearly sobs, yanking on the red ropes caging his arms and chest. they hold strong; he's powerless against you, his heels digging into your lower back in a feeble attempt at getting you to grind on him. "nngh – 'm not..."

"no, you say?" your fingers circle his asshole and you admire the way he grips that little toy like a vice. he whimpers, grinding down on your fingers in a desperate bid to get them inside of him and to fuck him good. "then what are you, my darling?"

he jerks into the mattress as he feels a hot, heavy weight slide along the prominent vein of his cock, slipping in beside his in your loosened fist. you rock your hips and heat engulfs his cock as he trembles, feeling your balls pressed against his in the filthiest kind of intimacy.

"take a look, baby. i want you to see it for yourself."

your fingers hook under his blindfold and toss it somewhere into the darkness to be picked up in the morning. he blinks, disoriented, up at you, his pupils swallowing his irises and his expression loose and wanton.

you take his chin, angling it down, and his eyes travel down his flushed, messy body to the big prize... and was it big.

"don't come." your hand tightens around your cocks. you drag your hips back, then push forward, watching his expressions closely as his mouth falls open and his eyes flutter shut. "good boy. now, watch."

you grab his jaw and tilt his gaze to yours, eyes hungry and ruthless. your hips pump faster. your cock dwarfs jungkook's as it slides over it, the thick head catching on his, and he shuts his eyes tightly, unable to swallow the rapid, ceaseless, embarrassed moans you're yanking out of his guts by the handful. you increase the speed of the vibrator from minimum to maximum and he wails.

"open your eyes, sweet thing. i told you to watch."

he babbles half-words and pleas for things he doesn't know. your hips quicken, the hot drag of flesh on flesh almost deviant. a thick spurt of his precum smears your cock and you groan softly, pumping you together as you thrust against him.

the quick wet smack of your balls against his brings him close to tears. each jostle and rub tugs the string out of his thoughts, unravelling them like a stray thread. the white-hot coil tightens.

nervously, between hiccups and cries, he cracks his eyes open, hands flexing into fists behind his head. the warm pad of your thumb rubs his wet, icy nipple, flicking and pinching erratically. he keens your name, arching his back into the radiating heat of your palm against his ribs.

he feels so small. your hand wrapped over his upper ribs, cupping the softness of his chest. your body, looming above his. your cock, rutting against his like a beast...

he can't help it. his eyes roll back into his skull and he comes.

everything tightens. it's as if his whole body is a spring loaded with a single high-calibre bullet, and in that flash of sun-surface heat, everything slows down. everything is more: your touch, your body, your love. tingling white pleasure bursts in his core, bleeding out to his fingers and toes like blazing petrol trails.

his head spins. his lungs ache.

what's his name, again?

you release on his stomach and cock, making more of a mess of him. his own glazed cum drips down his sides and pools on the soft hotel towels he stole from somewhere he definitely shouldn't have been. you shift your grip, fisting his cock rapidly as he sobs, his chest heaving and tears glittering along his lash line.

you milk him dry until he's a twitching, gasping puddle of cum on the bed, thick trembling thighs pinning you in place. his unfocussed gaze trails over the ceiling. he whines softly through tears as your fingers glide against his sensitive asshole, popping the still vibrator out of him. he clenches around nothing and rolls his ass against your cock – it's sloppy, needy, and tired.

it's always been hard to say no to him, especially when he gazes up at you with a slick swollen pout and those huge, glistening eyes, but you have to. the rope's made pink indents into his skin where he's pulled and pushed against him, and you're glad that you splurged a little on the rope. he wouldn't be able to wear short sleeves for a week if you got him something coarser.

you hush him gently as your fingers work deftly at the knots. when his hands are free, thumping softly to the bed, they're immediately up again, snaking around your shoulders and yanking you down to his chest.

he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent shakily. his fingertips glide absently up and down the middle of your spine; you can feel the tremors wracking his body, muscles tensing and relaxing as often as he breathed.

you kiss him softly. he moans into it, lips moving hungrily against yours, and he arches himself off of the bed in an effort to get closer to you. you hold him up with an arm over his shoulders, your other arm braced against the bed.

when you part, gasping for air, he moans softly, chasing your lips. you indulge him one last time, and when you pull away, you move to his throat, sucking a dark hickey into his skin high above where any t-shirt collars might fall. he doesn't bruise easily; you have to put special care into it.

his ankle slips down around the back of your knee as your teeth sting. you kiss the reddening bruise – one day you're going to make it a heart just to embarrass him – and his throat bobs. you give his adam's apple a chaste kiss – he giggles, dazed and airy, and presses his cheek to yours as he comes down from his high, still panting softly.

he opens his mouth and coaches himself on how to talk again. he feels loopy. "don' want this week to end, hyung..."

 "i know." you stroke his side. "just ask me to play mario kart with you again. you've incensed me to try harder."

he coos, giggling softly through deep, shaky breaths. "ah, but it won't matter. i'll beat you anyway – it's genetic. i'm a natural winner."

"winner?" you lift a brow. "just now, you did the one thing i specifically told you not to do, gold star. i don't think that's 'winning'."

"anytime i get to see you naked is a win for me, hyung," he teases, pecking your lips. he tucks his hands behind his head, mimicking the shape you made with the ropes, and spreads his legs. "let's see if you can beat the 'high score' you won tonight."

[vertigoed]

tinder 3.0 || fuckboy!satoru gojo

synopsis : in which you match with satoru gojo, tokyos most seeked after bachelor

summary: fem!reader, toxic!satoru

Part 1 | Part 2

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it is mandatory to imagine this version of gojo when reading this part :) thank u hehe

you wake up to an empty bed, feeling hungover as your groggy eyes try to adjust to the bright sunlight shining through the french windows. you look around at your surroundings as you feel the soft silk sheets underneath you. the room was opulent with plush carpeting and decorated with expensive looking artwork, some of which you recognised as takashi murakami's.

you wondered where satoru was as you check your phone to see the time- it was almost mid day. "fuck," you groaned, not realising you slept in so much.

you swing your legs over to the side of the bed and tread your way to the ensuite. you couldn't help but gasp at the extravagance of the space. the bathroom was adorned with gold fixtures, marbled floors and sparkling chandelier hanging over the huge sunken bathtub in the middle.

"he must have rich fucking parents," you muttered.

once you've freshened up, you make your way downstairs in search of your clothes from last night. you had the fright of your life when you walked into a small framed suited man sitting in the lounge room, reading a newspaper.

he looked equally as shocked and hastily stood up from his seat, giving you a bow.

"nice to meet you y/n, i'm kiyotaka ichiji. gojo asked me to drop you off home."

"oh!" you said awkwardly, "are you his chauffeur?"

the man chuckled flatly at your question and shook his head, "i'm his co-worker but i can see why you may get that impression. are you ready to leave?"

you look down at satoru's shirt and pants you were wearing, shifting your weight from one foot to another. "i'm definitely missing clothes but i don't want to waste your time any further so yeah i'm ready to go!"

as much as you could appreciate satoru's gesture of arranging a ride, you wished he would've given you a heads up that a stranger will be waiting for you in his apartment.

after a painfully long car ride, you thank ichiji and sprint out, taking the stairs instead of the elevator as you didn't want to risk running into any of your neighbours.

once you get into the comfort of your four walls, you throw yourself onto your bed and let out a sigh, feeling like you can finally breathe.

the past 24 hours felt like a crazy whirlwind of experiences and you felt like you came back from another universe. you take a look around at your humble abode and couldn't help but compare the contrast of your lifestyle to his.

you knew you were helplessly falling for someone who was on a whole different class from you and you drift off to sleep with pessimistic thoughts and a fatigued body.

you wake up 15 hours later with a headache, feeling like absolute shit from sleeping half the day. you don't check your phone until you've showered and scoffed down a hot meal. you then open up satoru's tinder messages.

gojo: i can't stop thinking about last night

gojo: give me your number

you notice he sent this at 2pm and you look at the current time which was 2am. you quickly text him back your digits, tightly clutching your glass of water as you watch the bubbles pop up showing that he was typing.

gojo: u take a whole day to reply to me

gojo: what could u possibly be doing that made u too busy for me 🤣

you narrow your eyes and take a sip, he was acting uncalled for. the toxic part of you wanted to play games with him. he didn't have to know you were actually passed out from being fucked out too hard by him.

you: i dont have my tinder notifications on

satoru didn't reply to that and this time round, you don't hear back from him for a very long time.

three months later

you feel your phone ring and pull it out to see who was calling you during class. you frown at the unknown number and press the decline button, thinking it was a scam call.

once your lecture has finished, nobara dragged you off to a mixer, ignoring your protests as per usual.

"i told you to dress nice today," she tuts at your outfit as you made your way to the bar.

"i hate going to mixers and you know that," you rolled your eyes, looking down at your sweater and pants.

you enter the bar and nobara waves at the two college guys that were arranged for the mixer. only one of them had an enthusiastic smile on their faces.

"i dibs the pink hair guy," nobara whispered to you.

"hey guys!" the pink haired boy beams at both of you as you sit yourself across from the dark haired one, "i'm yuji and this is megumi."

the megumi guy gives a curt nod, barely smiling. he didn't seem too interested in this gathering as well.

"i'm nobara and this is y/n," your friend greets him back and you give a small smile.

nobara and yuji instantly hit it off, passionately raving to each other about some show they both watch. you sigh in boredom, watching the bubbles in your beer pop as you tune in and out of their conversation.

megumi was dead silent, his position mirroring yours with his arms tightly crossed against his chest and his eyes staring into blank space.

"what's up with you guys?"

your head shoots to yuji who was gesturing at you and megumi.

"what do you mean?" you straighten your back.

"you guys look dead," nobara chimed in, taking a sip of her drink, she clicks her fingers at you "come on, i want to see some talking."

you and megumi meet eyes for a brief second before he looks away. you turn back to the other two with a forced smile, but your eyes were begging them to stop.

"we're comfortable with the silence," you shrugged, "you can't force a conversation between us, what if we just don't feel like chatting?"

"don't you want to get to know megumi?" yuji sounded almost hurt.

"she's hooked on this old rich dude who ghosted her two months ago," nobara speaks up. you noticed megumi raise his brows, causing you to kick her under the table and she hastily added, "i mean, not like super old, just older. besides the point, that's why i dragged her along to this mixer, hoping we can find a replacement for her."

"i see," yuji nodded and suddenly perked up, "well i like your honesty nobara!"

thankfully the food came to the rescue, saving you from this uncomfortable conversation. you busy yourself by stuffing your mouth with the karage and takoyaki, washing down every bite with beer and lemon sours.

eventually, you're on your third pint of beer and nobara and yuji were both passed out in their seats, refusing to wake up, leaving poor megumi to put up with your drunken rants.

"honestly," you drawl, slamming your fist onto the table and leaning into megumi, who looked bored out of his mind, "i really do hate him megumi, i do. i just wish he'd fuck off and i wish i never met him."

"he did fuck off," he stated. his cheeks were flushed pink from alcohol but he was the most sober one out of everyone.

"that's true," you nodded, resting your head against your palms, feeling pathetic for sulking over a one night stand. your head was aching from it constantly pounding.

"how are we going to take care of these two?" megumi changed the subject, gesturing at the bodies.

"well, i definitely can't carry any of them."

"i should've just stayed home," he closed his eyes while tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.

you miserably nodded in agreement. you reach for your phone in your pocket and your heart drops when you find it to be empty.

"fuck! where's my phone?"

"when did you last have it?" megumi rolled his eyes, clearly not caring about your newfound dilemma.

you think back and realise you must have left it in the lecture room. you bury your head in the table, feeling even worse and begin slamming your forehead.

"i'm so fucking stupid," you said in between hits.

"okay, you're way too drunk right now, relax, just get it tomorrow," megumi placed his hand in between your head and the table.

you raise your head and his gaze softens at the sight of your tears. he tosses some tissues at you, his voice noticeably lighter, "come outside for a smoke, fresh air will sober you up a bit."

you follow him out, wiping away at your eyes. megumi offered you a cigarette which you accepted. you let him light the end for you.

you don't notice his dark eyes staring into you as he leaned up against the wall, his cigarette mingling in the warm summer breeze.

"you smoke often?" he asked.

"only when drunk, but-"

"gojo sensei?"

you tense at the name and slowly turned to where megumi was looking at. your breath hitches when you see the white haired man you were moping over standing right before your eyes.

his hair was shorter and messier with a new undercut. he looked like he had been working out with his tight-fitting shirt accentuating his bulging biceps and broad shoulders even further.

your eyes trail over to the beautiful, dark haired girl hanging onto his arms. you quickly looked away from the pair when the girl caught you staring.

"megumi!" satoru smiled, taking his hand away from the woman to give him a wave, his eyes flickered to your cigarette in your hand before he flashed a smile at you, "and y/n! what are you two doing here?"

"wait, how do you know gojo?" megumi turned to you with a bewildered expression.

your mouth opened and closed and you look over at satoru, hoping he'd say something, but of course, he enjoyed watching you squirm under pressure.

"we don't really know each other, i think we met once at a family event," you lied, glaring at the man who was trying to stifle his laugh.

megumi blinked at you with a blank face but didn't say anything. fuck does he know i'm lying? you think to yourself.

the girl was eyeing you up and down with her lips tightly pursed, suspecting something was off from the way satoru kept shamelessly focusing checking you out.

she nudges satoru to introduce her. he quickly clears his throat with a smile and said, "excuse my manners guy, i forgot to introduce my date, this is julia-"

"julie."

"that's what i said," satoru continued and wrapped his hand around the girl's hip in the exact same way he held onto you and her scowl instantly softened into a smile.

you and julie were no different from each other.

"anyway, catch me up with what's going on with you two. how on earth do you guys know each other?"

you sighed under your breath realising the juxtaposition and take a long draw from your cigarette. your night couldn't get any worse than this.

"yuji dragged me to a mixer and i met her there," megumi replied with a shrug, glancing at you, "okay, well, have fun on your date."

"i'm just going to go back in as well," you announced and turn to walk in.

"okay-"

"i'm calling a taxi for julie now, any of you guys need a ride home?" satoru cuts megumi off. his blue eyes looking straight at you.

"i'm going to taxi with nobara," you answered, avoiding satoru's burning gaze.

you glance over at satoru's date who looked appalled at the current situation and felt a pang of guilt.

"i got my car," megumi replied dryly, "we're going back in, see you around sensei."

you don't look back at the couple and quickly follow megumi back into the bar. your blood was pumping at this point. it was infuriating that satoru was offering you a ride home when he was on another date as if he had no respect for either of you or julie.

does he really think you're that low?

you knew you had to down another pint of beer to wash away the frustration burning inside of you. megumi watched you throw back the drink in one chug, letting out a burp. he grimaced in disgust at your lack of manners.

"so what's the relationship between you two? you guys seem pretty close," you asked, wiping your mouth.

"he was my high school teacher but he looked after me when i was a kid," megumi answered, "are you into him?"

"no," you lied with a scoff but you knew your cheeks were flushed from that question.

"well you should probably drop all interest now. during the 12 years i've known him, he's never been tied down," said megumi before adding, "unless you're into the one night stands and being treated with no respect."

his words felt like a blade digging into your heart, bruising your ego and shattering the little hope you had. you don't answer for a bit and play with the hair tie around your wrist.

"well, good thing i'm not interested in your teacher."

"you are a terrible liar," megumi gives a small smirk, "let me guess, gojo is the guy you've been crying over. he fucked you and now you can't get over him?"

your jaw dropped, shocked that megumi could be so blunt when he seemed like such a reserved guy. your shoulders fall and you let out a dramatic sigh. you knew there was no point in denying the truth.

so you reveal everything to the guy who was raised by satoru gojo. one of those drunken moments that your sober self will soon enough come to regret.

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you check the missed calls and messages when you find your phone the next morning. your eyes widen at the string of messages from the same unknown number that was calling you.

2:09PM it's me satoru pick up my call, im free tonight wanna hang?

11:00PM u like fucking little boys like megumi?

1:00am: he cant fuck u like i do

you scoffed at the nerve of this man to be acting jealous when he was the one who ghosted you for three months.

9:00am: don't worry he wasn't little

you sent the message without thinking, then instantly regret it as soon as it delivered. you pray satoru doesn't bring you up to megumi, otherwise you would have some very awkward explaining to do.

you brush off the jittery feeling and bite back a grin, placing your screen down so you can focus on your studying. couple of minutes later, your phone buzzes again.

9:10am: are you angry at me love?

9:11am: if it makes u feel better ur mouth and pussy feels better than hers . its unfair how good u feel .

9:12am: i know you've been thinking about me too

you bite the inside of your cheek until you taste metal and you hastily put your phone on do not disturb, ignoring the warm fuzziness building up inside you. you squeeze your thighs to relieve some tension and strain your eyes onto the words but your brain was processing no information.

you had your mid term exams coming up and you had no time to be playing into his games but, your mind kept on drifting onto that particular night and like an annoying itch, you were desperate to scratch it for some relief.

as if your body had its mind of its own, your fingers begin to type out a message despite nobara's voice ringing in your head.

"ugh, he hasn't been texting you because he's busy fucking his other matches, get over it."

"you fucked him once. it was a one night stand. have some self respect and get yourself a boy our age, you're better than this!"

but nobara was wrong, you weren't better than this.

in fact, you don't think you've even been this low in your life before.

11am: ur right, i've been thinking about you

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ok so nobara isnt a sorcerer in this but megumi and yuji are . this is set after the culling games and lets just be delusional and pretend nobody died, gojo won and its all sunshine and rainbows

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[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly - Chapter 5. Movie Night

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: You start your job at the library, meet a new resident of Jackson and Joel takes you to the movies. 1.8K

Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the book line divider. :)

Chapter 1 Here Chapter 2 Here Chapter 3 Here Chapter 4 Here

Chapter 5. Movie Night

After stopping by the clothing swap, Joel walks you to the library in your “new” old black t-shirt, with the faded logo of Guns n’ Roses, one of your favorite bands from childhood, you can still remember most of the words to the entire Use Your Illusion II album. Your eyes lit up when you found it and it actually fits you, even a tiny bit loose, your favorite. Joel couldn’t help the smile that formed on his plush lips seeing you full of glee, like a child that never went through any of this shit. At the library, you meet an older gentleman named Doc, long grey hair, warm smile and a sparkle in his eyes. He’s hoping to retire this year and you’re just in time to learn the ropes and take over. He walks you through the stacks and what he’s been able to do with the last three years he’s spent there. Organizing, cataloguing, working out distribution to the townsfolk. He even encourages you to suggest your own ideas on how to facilitate the place. You take your time walking around and looking at the books, all in various stages of use, but mostly well held up. Sometimes there are even multiple copies of something where the beginning is in one and the end in the other.

It's magical, being surrounded by all these stories, all these means of escape. And you haven’t even gotten to the VHS tape section with the movies. You grew up going to the video store every Friday with your parents, picking out something for them and something for you. Sitting in your room and watching the stories unfold before your eyes. You even worked in a video store before the outbreak, studied filmmaking in school. This place is already healing you. You can feel it. “Ash, got a visitor here, needs help finding something,” Doc says to break you from your reverie. You walk to the front desk and find a young man, probably in his early 30s, blonde hair, average height, good looking, but kind of like the asshole in your high school that’s on the soccer team and makes fun of you in front of his friends. “Ash, is it? I heard we had a newbie in town. I’m Ryan, nice to meet you,” he says as he takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. You still at the touch, people don’t really touch like this anymore and you haven’t been touched since you got here except for Joel and that was …different.

“Hi, uh, what can I help you with?” You say curtly. “Well, I’m looking for something to read, maybe something sci-fi, think you can help me out,” he says with a smirk. This guy isn’t here to read, he’s here to get the info on the new girl, ugh fuck off. “Um, sure, follow me.” Even though you’re new, you’ve quickly made a map in your head of the library space and the way Doc has taken to organizing and grouping things. You head straight to fiction section, which is currently just by author last name, you’ll change that. Wanting to get this over quickly, you look for H.G. Wells, and find The Invisible Man and hand it to the guy. So, Brad or whatever the fuck his name is will get away from you. “A Grotesque Romance,” he says reading the subtitle on the cover. “Interesting choice,” again with the smirk. “Yup, hope you enjoy it,” you say not really looking at him anymore. “I’m sure I will,” he says looking your body up and down. “See ya around, Ash.” You smile quickly and turn to walk away. Well, that’s the first person you’ve met that you immediately dislike, you guess it was bound to happen in a town with this many fucking people. A very obvious downside.

At the end of your shift, you say goodbye to Doc and start on your walk to the dining hall that will be turned into a movie theatre for the evening for a viewing of Jurassic Park. Your tote bag, courtesy of your new boss, filled with three books. Carrie by Stephen King for you, a graphic novel called, Somewhere in the Stars for Ellie, and No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy for Joel. You wonder if he’ll like your old man joke or not. And like you’ve manifested him; he’s standing outside the library leaning against a lamppost, waiting for you. He’s stunning, standing with his arms crossed against his chest, in a green flannel with red lines and the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick forearms and his hair wet and slicked back. And he’s there for you. He looks up and notices you walking towards him, you bite your lip to try and hide your smile. “Well, how’d it go?” He asks with his mouth in a line but his eyes, they’re different, warmer. “Good,” you answer, “Doc’s really lovely and it’s amazing how many books you all have.” He watches you speak, and you think he might see something new, and you feel it too, invigorated. You begin to walk in step with one another to the movie night.

“I got Ellie something,” you say as you dig into your bag and retrieve the graphic novel, handing it to Joel. He smiles warmly, probably thinking of Ellie and says, “She’ll love this.” After he hands it back you put it away and reach for the book you got for him, “And this …is for you.” Your hold your breath hoping he likes your choice. “Old Men, that a crack on me, sweetheart?” He says with a chuckle. Sweetheart, he just called you sweetheart. He continues, “Thank you, that’s real kind. Always wanted to read this one, never had the chance, always workin’ too much before everything happened.” “Good, well now you can.” He hands it back and your fingers brush just slightly and like this morning you feel a bolt of electricity run through you. You look away and hope he can’t see the blush on your cheeks.

When you walk into the theatre together, quite a few people look your way with curiosity. You don’t know if it’s because you’re new in town or because you’re with the big, bad Joel Miller. But soon, you don’t care because you smell the popcorn and hear people laughing and see the big projector screen. And you almost sob right then and there. Joel’s watching you in wonder. He lightly touches your shoulder, leaning in close he whispers, “Go pick out a seat wherever you want, I’ll get us some snacks.” A shiver runs down your spine and he’s gone. You find what you deem the perfect seat, close to the middle and along the center aisle. You see Ellie who gives you a wave and wanders after a pretty, dark-haired girl around her age. She looks so happy, and it makes your heart clench in your chest. You start to worry how much you’ve gotten comfortable here, it’s a lot so soon. And you worry that it could all be taken away, like everyone and everything in your life already has.

Before you can spiral too far into your mind, Joel sits next to you. “You couldn’t pick a place a little less surrounded by people?” he says with a grunt. “Hey, you said anywhere I want,” you pout at him. “That I did, I guess I shouldn’t leave it up to you next time,” he says with another hint of a laugh. Did he say next time? Did you really hear that? The movie starts to play, and you and Joel share popcorn, he holds it for you and offers it over to you every couple of minutes. You hear the music by John Williams, and it takes you back. When you were a little girl and your parents would sit you between them and watch you as your eyes lit up taking it all in, so enthralled. Popcorn now long forgotten, it comes to one of the parts you’ve never forgotten, when the girl, is about to fall through the ceiling and the velociraptors are underneath her dangling body and they snap at her legs. You jump out of your skin and grab onto Joel’s hand. After the jump scare you start to laugh, still holding onto him, then you look over at him and he’s already looking at you, a soft smile on his face, until both your smiles fade replaced with a longing gaze until he drops your hand and turns back to the movie. You worry you’ve gone too far, asked for too much, too soon. You clasp your hands back in your lap and try to enjoy the rest of the movie in silence.

As the T-Rex screams and the banner falls, the room is filled with applause. Everyone loved this movie; it didn’t matter who you were. The lights come on and everyone begins to make their way out into the night air of Jackson. Joel says he’s going to find Ellie and for you to “stay put.” Eyeroll. Unfortunately, that’s when Brad or whoever the fuck from earlier decides to come and say hello. “Hi there, Ash. How’d you like the movie?” he says while again looking you up and down. “It’s great, one of my favorites but I guess you weren’t born when it came out, huh?” You don’t even know if it’s true you just want to infantilize him, so he’ll go away. Instead, he laughs and touches your arm, “You may be right about that one.” Suddenly, Joel is back at your side with Ellie, “Time to go.” He says to you gruffly. Ellie is looking between you, Joel and what’s his name wide-eyed like she’s waiting for fireworks or a fight to break out. “Oh, hey Joel, I didn’t know you knew our girl, Ash here,” he says with a smirk, looking only at you. “She’s staying with us, Ryan.” Joel says, fist clenched at his side. Ryan, oh that’s his name. “Okay, well maybe you can save me a seat next time, Ash,” Ryan says with a tip of his hat gesture, the dumbass isn’t even wearing a hat. Idiot. “Bye,” you say as you turn to walk after Ellie and Joel. Ellie hangs back with you as Joel darts off ahead of you. With a grin Ellie says, “What was all that about, huh?” You look at her with a disgusted look on your face, “I honestly have no idea.” Over the next several days, you avoid Brad/Ryan like the plague. Haha, plague. And sadly Joel barely speaks to you, but he does leave out your wolf mug by the coffee machine every morning.

[kentosbabes]

hi i love your works! can i request brother’s best friend trope with nanami? thanks <3

You had always known Nanami Kento. He was your brother's best friend, and you had grown up with him always around. You had never thought much of him before - he was just another one of your brother's friends, after all. You made your way back up from university to surprise Gojo your eldest brother, but what she didn't know was that he gained a roommate called Nanami. You used the spare key to get in, carrying luggage and flowers for him, humming a song whilst you took your coat off. You shrugged off your jumper and slid into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Nanami who was having a shower and didn't hear the door being open, he left the bathroom with just a white towel around his waist and water dripping from his hair down his built abdomen. He did not expect to see a girl in the kitchen downing a glass of water. You turned around with a grin expecting to see your brother but were met with an unfamiliar face. Your smile dropped when you took in his whole appearance and looked down. You quickly averted your eyes and asked who he was and what he was doing in your brother's apartment.

Nanami had never seen someone so beautiful in his life, it rendered him speechless. You started to blush and he finally realised you had asked him a question, "I work with him and am his roommate. Who are you?" You replied, "I'm his sister, it's supposed to be a surprise." He wanted to ask you more but he was indecent, he stammered an apology and went into his room to put some actual clothes on.

You have never seen someone so fine in your life, attractive and polite. Nanami walked back out of his room wearing grey sweatpants and a black oversized top that hid his muscular body. He offered you some tea and you accepted, making small talk was difficult as you both felt awkward because of how you met- the image of him shirtless is engraved in your brain.

Gojo walked in and greeted Nanami, not seeing you behind the door. You tap him on the back and he squeals. You both hug and exchange pleasantries, he asks where you're staying and you reply a hotel nearby. "No, no, no, my sister can't be staying at a hotel when I have a room here for her." He has been persistent and stubborn from childhood and it's not like it would change all of a sudden, you roll your eyes and reason that you are only going to live there for a couple days until you have to get back. Gojo asked Nanami if it was okay if you could stay, "Of course, it's not an issue for me."

But one day, something changed. You saw Nanami in a different light, and suddenly you couldn't stop thinking about him. You started to notice the little things about him - the way he furrowed his brow when he was concentrating, the way he chuckled softly at a joke, the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight. You tried to ignore your feelings at first, knowing that Nanami was your brother's friend and that it would be awkward if anything happened between the two of you. But the more you tried to push your feelings down, the stronger they became.

Nanami was a surprisingly attentive man, he took note of how you take your tea and the fact that you hate coffee. He places you a meal when he's making something and without fail asks if you would want some water. You started to spend more and more time together since Gojo had a project at the firm and was often working overtime, much to his dismay. Gojo tasked Nanami to hang out with you so you didn't feel awkward all by yourself in a strange city and home. Eventually, after a day of awkwardness, you asked him about himself, understanding why he's so kind and attentive- it's just in his nature/.

You found yourself alone with Nanami. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked at him, suddenly seeing him in a whole new light. To your surprise, Nanami was looking back at you, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Hey," he said softly. "You okay?" You swallowed nervously, your mind racing. You didn't know what to say, or what to do. But before you could even think, Nanami leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips.

It was a simple kiss, but it was filled with so much emotion. You felt your heart swell with happiness as Nanami pulled away, looking at you with a mixture of tenderness and longing. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he admitted, his voice low and husky. You smiled, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. "Me too," you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

From that moment on, you and Nanami were inseparable. You spent every moment you could with him, exploring the city and discovering new things together just before you left. You had a conversation about a long-distance relationship and put it out there that you would be moving anyways to be closer to your brother (that is the real reason you came over) so it wouldn't be a factor. He helps to apartment hunt for you and you find a perfect place, only ten minutes away from them. Although he was your brother's best friend, it didn't matter - you knew that what you had with Nanami was real and true, and nothing could stand in the way of your love.

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Twenty One|

"It's a good thing you did bring her here, Vox." A fellow Overlord, Velvette say as she looked you up and down. "No one is going to watch her perform in those grandma clothes." You took offense to her words, but held your tongue, knowing better than to talk back to an Overlord.

"Well, that's where you come in." Said Vox while scrolling on his phone. "What do you got?" He asks. Velvette hums before snapping her fingers. The clothes you were wearing before suddenly turned into a completely different outfit. "No." Velvette said before snapping her fingers again. And again, you clothes changed.

"Ugh, hate it." She snaps again. "Nope. No." Again, and again. Until finally. "There! That's the one."

You looked over at the full length mirror, and nearly gasped. The dress you wore wasn't what you were use to. Mostly because it showed off a lot of skin. Your cleavage was on full display, and the back of the dress dipped down to your lower back. It just barely covered your rear.

At least your tail was free to move about…

However, you had to admit, the dress was rather nice to look at. A pleasing cream color, that sparkled and shined whenever the light hit the dress just right.

"Much better. People might actual show up to watch her now." Velvette says. "Now if that's all you needed, then shoo! I have ten different models to dress for my next show."

“Um…can I get my clothes back?” You ask timidly. There was no way you were going to be seen in this dress you absolutely needed to. Velvette rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers again, and you were back in your normal clothes. “Haven’t got a clue why you’d want to be seen in those rags, but fine.”

Again, you ignored her comment.

"Alright, Y/n." Vox began as he started walkig. "If you'll follow me. We have some more things to discuss about your contract." He continued as he lead you back to his office.

"For starters, let's talk money. You'll be paid after every gig, so, I wouldn't recommend skipping any shows." Said Vox. "As for what you'll be making, well, I do have an idea but. That will all depend on how your first performance goes."

"Next, self image. Once you officially start working for me, everyone's eyes will be on you. So, this whole depression thing you got going on, has to go."

"Depression thing?" You question as the two of you made it inside of his office. "You know what I mean, dear." Vox turns his head towards you. "It doesn't take an expert to see it. The way you talk, the way you carry yourself. Come on, it's written all over your face."

You fell silent, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You see? That right there." Vox points out. "People are gonna start thinking I hire any poor sinner off the streets if you keep this up. I'm not running a charity here. Look, I'm not asking you to better yourself over night. But while in the public view, you need to act like the star you're going to be. And that means, no more pity parties. Got it?"

"I'll try." You nod. Though, you doubt you could pull that off. This was all so sudden. There was a chance you would gain fame once again, people will be watching you like a hawk. Any slip up, and it could all be taken away.

And all of this would be for nothing.

"Good. Now let's move onto your terms." You were a bit confused by this. "My terms?" You ask.

"Yep. I can only make so many demands before the "star" decides they would like to make a few too. So, go ahead. What is it I can do for you?" Said Vox.

"Um..." You took a minute think. What is it that you really needed right now? "Well, there really isn't anything I need right now. Well...other than to pay my rent before my landlord kicks me to the curb." You laugh weakly.

"Is that all? Alright then."

"What?" You mutter.

"Can't have my star homeless, now can I?" Vox reaches into his pocket and hands you a card. "There should be enough on there to pay your rent, maybe get you something nice too."

"B-But you said I wouldn't get paid until after my first show."

"Consider this a favor. I don't hand those out lightly, understand?" Vox tells you. "Now run along, warm up your voice, cause your first show starts this week."

You blink a few times before nodding silently. Before you left, you turned to Vox. "Um, just one more thing. While I'm working with you, I won't have to uh...be in your partner's...films, do I?"

Vox laughs. "No, no. You're under contract with me, not Val. You won't be doing any shows like that. Not unless you really want to, that is." He says with a smirk. You quickly shook your head. "No!"

Vox chuckles before taking a seat in his chair and turning away from you. "Then off you go. You have a big day coming up."

As you were walking home, a sudden new broadcast caught yours and everyone's attention. You turn your head up at the giant screen above the city buildings and listen.

"Breaking news in Hell today!" Said Katie Killjoy with a sickening grin. "We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is happening sooner than ever before!"

That caught everyone off guard, turning to each other with frantic whispers.

"Do you know what that means, Tom?" Asked Katie to her co-host. "No, what does that mean, Kaite?" Tom responds.

"It means we're all royally fucked!"

The broadcast ended, and the countdown for next year's extermination quickly shot down to just six months. Everyone was sent into a panic, screaming and running about.

Needless to say you were panicked as well. Why was this happening so soon? Hell just had an extermination! Now there was going to be another one in just six months?

You hurried back home, avoiding the frenzied crowed as best as you could. Most people quickly turned to more unreasonable and irrational ways to cope with the sudden news. Looting and riots started to break out, more of them than usual, and you felt very lucky to have gotten your money from the atm before people started breaking them open to steal the cash inside.

You made it to your apartment, but not before delivering the money to your landlord. Thankfully he lived in the same building as you. Then, you finally walk inside and setting down on your couch, mentally exhausted.

"I guess I should start planning for this extermination early." You mutter. After a moment of collecting your thoughts, you made a list of things you would need when the time came for the extermination.

It was best you get what you needed now before everyone could buy the stores out. And Satan knows how long that stuff takes to restock, considering this is Hell and no one really gives a shit.

You head out the door and down the streets of Hell, the riots seemed to have thinned out a bit. But you couldn't imagine the next six months would be calm at all.

The memory of your first extermination came to you. You nearly died that first time, and just by a stroke of luck did you make it out. With every passing year, you learned how to keep yourself safe, protected, and most importantly, unseen.

As you made your way, you notice a gathering of people up ahead. Curious, you wonder over to see what the fuss was all about. They were staring at two different displays. A TV screen that showed a very angry looking Vox, who argued with the person in the other display. An old radio, one from your era. And though you could not see who was talking, you knew that voice of who it belonged to.

You nearly collapsed to your knees at the sound of that voice, his voice. The person speaking through that radio, back from the dead, was none other than Alastor.

The back and forth between him and Vox was nothing but garbled muffled noise to you, as you were too in shock to comprehend anything that was being said.

Eventually, the small crowd was gone and it was only you left staring at that radio.

'He's...alive. He's been alive this whole time...' You thought, hands trembling. You finally got in a deep breath before stepping away from the display. All at once, you felt such relief, anger, happiness, and sadness.

Alastor, was alive.

Before you knew what was happening, your legs were carrying you off in a hurry. And it wouldn't be much longer before you found yourself at Mimzy's lounge.

You walked inside, eyes frantically scanning the lounge for Mimzy. She wasn't out in the actual lounge, so she had to have been in her dressing room. You quickly made your way to the far end of the lounge, but was swiftly stopped by two large Hellhounds.

"I need to speak to Mimzy." You tell them. "No one get's back here. Now scram." The first one spoke with a growl. You furrow your brows. "She knows me, you mutt! Let me see her!"

Before the Hellhounds could make a move to throw you out, the dressing room door opened, and out walked Mimzy. "I thought I heard your voice." She says looking to you. "Y/n! How ya been doll?" Mimzy bumps the Hellhounds out of her way.

"Mimzy, I need to talk to you." You say urgently. Mimzy's smile faded as she noticed how frantic you were. She nods her head and brings you inside her dressing room.

"Alright, doll. Tell me what's got ya in such a tizzy." Said Mimzy. "No wait, I think I already know. It's Alastor ain't it? All of Pride knows he's back, so you must have heard the broadcast too, right?"

You nod your head. "I thought he was dead..." Mimzy shrugs. "So did everyone else. But Al's always been a tough one, it's not surprising that he's back."

"It is for me!" You tell her. "I haven't seen him since I was alive. I mean, once I got down here I knew he was still around, and I didn't exactly jump to look for him. In fact...I made sure he wouldn't be able to find me either..." You sigh. "Then I hear he suddenly disappears? It's like...I lost him all over again. I'm still so angry with him, but I never wished for him to suffer."

"Well, makes sense you didn't seek him out. I'd be a bit shocked if I found out my soon to be husband was a serial cannibal too." Said Mimzy. "I was more than just a bit shocked..." You mutter. "I guess he told you?"

"Yeah...well, here's the thing doll." Started Mimzy. "I always...kinda knew." Your eyes shot wide open. "You did? You mean, you knew before he died?"

"Yeah, I knew before you two were a thing too. I caught him in the act, and I struck a deal with him. I wouldn't tell his business, if he'd help me get rid of some...well I'll just say it, loan sharks. Persistent bastards they were too. I was lucky to have someone like Al help me with that stuff."

"You...knew. And you didn't tell me?" You were steadily growing more and more angry. "You knew that Alastor was a murderer? The entire time we were together, you knew!? And you didn't say anything!?" You yelled. "Mimzy! Do you have any idea how hurt I was by what he did!? I came to you when I was a complete wreck, and you knew the entire time!"

Mimzy was starting to get a little uneasy with how furious you were becoming. "Uh, n-now wait a sec-" She backed away from you when you drew closer.

"And what's worse!? You were in on it! You'd send him whoever for him to kill! You both have been keeping it from me for this long!?" You were fully enraged at this point. Not thinking clearly, you slammed your fist into the wall next to Mimzy's head, she flinched at the loud impact.

"Y/n! J-Just let me explain!" Mimzy begged, now fearing for her safety. But you wouldn't listen. "Would you have helped him out when he finally chose to kill me to?" You ask lowly, claws scraping down the wall, leaving a trail in the wallpaper. "Since you two are fucking murder buddies apparently?"

"N-No! No, Y/n! Alastor never planned on killing you, honest! He told me himself!" Mimzy tried. "He was a wreck himself once you found out. He was just as upset as you were!"

"I'm not the one who killed and ate people!" You shout.

"Yeah right!" Mimzy exclaims. "I read the news! You murdered Jenny Martins the day you died! You're no better than Alastor is!"

That's right. You did kill Jenny, you also killed her brother, Joe. "T-That was self defense! Both times I-I....I..." Your voice cracked. But they're dead, you killed them both. Self defense or not, their blood is on your hands.

And for that, you were sentence to the pits of Hell for all eternity.

You were a murderer, just like him...

You moved away from Mimzy, turning your back to her. "Mimzy...what happened to me?" You mutter. "I was never like this...I never would have hurt anyone, I couldn't. I never had a hostile bone in my body. But ever since I kill Joe, and Jenny...ever since I ended up here...I've changed..." You continue.

"In all my time here, I've...I've found it easy to hurt others. I've had to protect myself, Alastor wasn't around to do it for me anymore. Anyone who tried to, I...I never killed them but...I made sure they hurt." You look back to Mimzy.

There were plenty of times when you were nearly assaulted, harassed, or killed by someone. And every time, you found ways to either avoid it...or fight back.

Soon you found yourself fighting back more and more often. One time, a guy was stalking you home. You grabbed the nearest sharp object, a shard of glass from a broken window, and you stabbed him in the eyes then ran away.

Another time, someone tried to break into your home. So you grabbed a large frying pan and knocked them out before dragging them outside.

Then a man was harassing you at the bar, you smashed a bottle over their head.

Then of course one of your bosses harassed you, so you stabbed him in the eye with a pen.

Had you been fed up? Or had this place really made you cold hearted? You didn't know, and honestly, it didn't matter either way. You were a murderer nonetheless, and that was before being sent here.

"I've changed. I thought Alastor had too but, he was always like this. I was just too blind to see it." You mutter sadly. "I'm...sorry Mimzy, for how I acted. I'll be going now." You say before leaving the dressing room.

Mimzy probably wasn't the best person to go to talk about Alastor after all. There was only one person you could go to for this now. Sure, Mimzy's known Alastor longer, but she would know how to help you. And it's been long overdo for a visit.

"Alright, hon. You can tell me what's on your mind, and don't worry about word getting out. Nothing leaves this room, you know that." Rosie. A dear friend of yours, some you trust with your very life. Despite her being an Overlord, Rosie felt more like a sister to you than anything else.

And while she was friends with Alastor as well, she made a promise to never speak a word about you to him. Not unless you say otherwise.

You were sat on the loveseat in Rosie's bedroom, in front of you was a small coffee table. Rosie was kind enough to make you some tea while you two talked. She took a seat next to you, and comfortingly held your hand.

"Is it about Alastor?" Rosie asks gently. You nod your head. "A part of me is happy he's ok, but, the other part of me wants nothing more than to slap that damn smile off his face for good."

"I understand." Rosie nods. "After all, you were kept in the dark about his habits for years. Now I'm no one to preach about right and wrong, given I've done nothing short of his crimes. And in a way, I understand his side too. But I have to ask you, do you believe he still loves you?" She asks.

"He said he did, while we were still alive. I can't say for how he feels now." You tell her. "Well, I can. He's talked about you a few times before. Every time, I could see his heart breaking. I doubt anything has changed from our last talk." Rosie tells you. "Y/n, he thinks you're in Heaven."

You blink in surprise. "He...does? But, after what I did...Why would he think I'd be there?"

"Well for starters, Alastor could never find you down here. Not to mention he thinks of you so highly, that even a gruesome act such as murder could be forgiven, if it's you who commits such an act." Rosie explains.

"Has he...spoken about me recently?" You ask hesitantly. Rosie nods. "He has. Y/n? Do you still love him?"

You look away from Rosie, unsure of how to answer. In your heart, you did still love Alastor. But in your mind, you knew better than to still feel that way. And it was always a constant battle between your heart and mind for how you should really feel.

"Have you ever considered talking to him?"

You looked back to Rosie. "I...I just can't. It's been so long, and...I don't even know what I'd say. Or if I could say it without screaming or crying."

"Well, you'll never know until you take that leap. Forgiving someone is one of the hardest things we can do, especially when that someone has hurt you so deeply. But, in doing so, we can move on." Rosie pats your cheek gently. "And we heal that hurt just a bit more."

You thought about what Rosie said all night after that visit. And now, you were more conflicted than ever. If you seek Alastor out, what would you say? What would he say?

Would it even be the same Alastor you would speak to? He's been in Hell, as powerful and feared Overlord for so long.

But maybe, there would be some part of Alastor that you knew from all those years ago. The kind, caring and loving Alastor you fell for. Maybe that Alastor was still there. Or maybe you were just being delusional.

But as Rosie said, you'd never know until you take that leap.

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Murder at the frat party

Evil trio x reader

The four of you arrived to a cheap motel after the train ride. They reassured you that the cullens wouldn’t reach you and it would be safe, that and the weather was going to be nice and they couldn’t risk sparkling.

Victoria and James decided it would be best to be separated for the night so she could stay with you in a different room. They knew that you wouldn’t go back to the cullens but they couldn’t risk you running.

You felt yourself begin to grow thirsty as you pondered wether or not animals would be close by. You hated hurting and killing animals, they were innocent creatures and didn’t deserve it.

“Your getting thirsty aren’t you?” Victoria asks with a giggle, you nod “don’t worry, we’ll be heading out as soon as it gets darker”

“Where will we go?” You ask curiously

“We’ll walk around until we can find some kind of group we can feed off” she says casually as she starts to put away the clothes she had In her large hand bag

“How do you get them to follow you?” You questioned

“Good old seduction” Victoria says while posing dramatically “speaking of, we need to find you a new outfit”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” You ask, not fully comfortable with dressing in front of someone

Victoria sighs as she eyes your pink sporting outfit with thrills on the sleeves and bows

“It’s a bit childish” she confesses “your a three hundred year old vampire, not a thirteen year old princess”

“I never really liked pink” you confessed “Rosalie usually chooses my outfits”

“Well that’s going to change” Victoria says with a smile “your an adult, you can choose your own sense of style”

“That sounds nice” you smile at the idea of the independence

“Give me one second and I’ll find us an outfit” she says as she heads out the door in the shaded area of the motel

You pondered where she went, she couldn’t go shopping it was way to light. As soon as you zoned out to think about it, Victoria returned with two suitcases with the names ‘Haley’ and ‘Chrissy’ labelled on them.

“You get Chrissy, she’s the same size as you” Victoria says as she puts the bag on the bed and opens it “Who leaves their bags outside a motel?”

“Won’t you get in trouble?” You ask hesitantly

“Probably” Victoria says with a playful grin “but who cares”

You both dig through the suitcases and Victoria gleefully chooses while your stumped. You don’t remember the last time you picked an outfit, the last time you did corsets were still mandatory.

“Having trouble?” Victoria asks as she ventures to your bed, you nod confused “want help?”

“Yes please” you sigh out

Victoria pulled stuff out and asked your opinion before putting it in a yes and no pile. It was refreshing that she didn’t immediately choose for you and actually asked you opinion.

“What about this?” She asked as she pulled out a cute top, you nodded and she smiled at your approval “it might be a bit big, do you mind trying it on for me?”

You shifted uncomfortably for a few seconds at the thought of changing in front of her. Victoria notices and gives you a comforting look

“I can turn around if you want?” She offers gently

“No, it’s fine” you reassure as you lift your shirt above your head.

Victoria double takes after a moment. That’s when she noticed what was hidden under your top. Your chest was layered in multiple bandages that binded your chest down forcefully.

“Why do you wear them?” She asks carefully as you look at her confused

“Esme said that girls as young as me wear these all the time” you said confused

Victoria felt realisation hit her. The reason you looked so long wasn’t your doing, it was theirs. They had tried to keep you in a prepubescent body to make you look more childlike. They were sick

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” She asks while looking at the back of the bandages which were being held together by pins that went through your skin.

“I used to be” you confessed “but it’s not as bad since I don’t have to breathe and my skin heals around the pins, it hurts when I take it off though”

“This isn’t what you should be wearing” Victoria informed “you should be wearing a bra”

“What’s a bra?” You questioned

Victoria answers the question by rooting through the suitcase and finding a black bra that she guessed was your size. She then carefully takes off the bandages before turning around and talking you through putting the bra on.

“This is more comfortable” you confessed

“Not for long” Victoria jokes as she looks at the outfit the two of you assembled together “here, I’ll help you put this on”

(This is the outfit I envisioned but you can change it any way you want, this is just what I see)

“You two are looking nice” Laurent remarks as he and James enter your room

“Looking hot babe” James compliments Victoria as he kisses her forehead and she giggles, you envy them slightly

“So where are we hunting tonight?” Laurent asks impatiently, clearly thirsty

“Well some little bird called Chrissy was tweeting about some frat party in the lobby earlier” Victoria suggests as the four of you make your way out the room

“Are we sure that’s the best place for this one to start?” Laurent questions as he motions to you “these frats can be awfully aggressive and handsy”

“She’s not a child” Victoria chimes in “we shouldn’t treat her like one, she’s a grown woman who can easily kill anyone who goes too far”

Victoria looks at you for backup and you nod, assuring them that you’d be fine

“Well if your sure” Laurent sighs before looking at you calmly “just remember to come to us if someone is pushy”

You nod with a smile, your opinion mattered with this group. You’d never felt like that before, they valued your consent

You arrived at the fraternity, beta something. There were red solo cups lining the garden and passed out people on the porch. Music blared from speakers as the four of you headed inside.

Victoria grabbed you hand and took you to get a drink

“Can we even get drunk?” You asked doubtfully as Victoria handed you a drink

“Only if we drink a lot” she says as she pours an extra large dosage in your cup “we have a higher tolerance”

You nod as you spot james and Laurent talking to some girls, you tug on Victorias sleeve to get her attention and she giggles

“He’s just getting dinner” she reassures “we’ll have to do the same”

“I don’t think I can ‘seduce’ people” you said self consciously

“Your a beautiful girl, they’ll be tripping over themselves to talk to you” she comforts as she spots a boy approaching you and wiggles her eyebrows “speaking of, I’ll let you two talk”

Victoria walks away and the boy comes up to you with a playful grin

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here alone?” He asks and you freeze before remembering what you read in Victorias magazine earlier

“Looking for company” you try to say confidently but it came out slightly stiff, he didn’t care as he laughed

“Is that so?” He ask with a grin “me too”

You fake a giggle but it comes out high pitched and you wince. You turn your head slightly in embarrassment before seeing James staring at you

“Be careful” he whispers out so that only your vampiric hearing could pick up on it “he’s putting something in your drink”

You turn back to the boy and he’s slipping his hand in his pocket and looking at you innocently. You hearing picks up on the sound of sizzling from something dissolving in your drink. The boy just makes conversation with you as you wonder what to do

“Lead him to a secluded bedroom” James whispers advice “and then make your kill”

You gave a slight nod and grab the boys hand who looks at you confused.

“Follow me” you command as you start to walk with his hand in yours “let’s take this to a more intimate setting”

The boy excitedly follows as you use your hearing to find an empty bedroom. When you find one you drag him inside and close and lock the door.

“Your so fucking hot” he crudely says as you approach and he goes to kiss you. You dodge his kiss and put your mouth on his neck. He assumed that you were giving him a hickey “fuck yes”

You feel his pulse quicken as you dug your fangs into his fragile neck. You place your hand over his mouth to silence his cries of agony as your yellow eyes slowly turned red as you gulped down his fresh, fearful blood.

You always felt guilty after drinking from animals, they were innocent beings who didn’t deserve it. But some humans did deserve the cruelty of your fangs

His body dropped to the ground when you were done and you turned to find your three new friends staring at you in amusement.

Victoria throws her arms around you and hugs you

“You’ve get me feeling all proud like a big sister” she gushes as she helps you wipe blood from your blood

“Congrats kid” James says with a smile as he watches his mate fuss over you

They truly made you feel like you Belonged and even though they used child like pet names they treated you like an adult.

“Welcome to the club” Victoria says gleefully while she hugs you “little sis”

For the first time that nickname doesn’t breed disgust in your chest, instead you feel joy.

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School Shopping Chapter 2

Part 2 of my little Piper the Mouse introduction fanfic! Hope you enjoy it. 

"We better hurry, the mall is going to be open soon!" Piper beams. 

"The Mall?" Amanda and Wooly look at each other with confusion. 

“Well duh, where else will we get school clothes?” Piper asks. 

“Let me just get my backpack-” “You don’t need that old thing, we’ll get you a new one!” she grins, pushing the kids out the door. They trail behind Piper nervously as she skips and hums through the neighborhood. Now that I think about it… the neighborhood looks… a lot different today. Amanda thinks to herself. Indeed it was. Suddenly there were many new buildings Amanda had never seen before. The world seemed to sparkle within a new higher resolution as well. What is Hameln scheming now? She wondered. “We’re here!” Piper sang, showing off the mall with big jazz hands. There was, in fact, a giant mall in front of them. Wait a minute. Why do we need school clothes? We don’t even go to school! Amanda realizes. Piper stands in front of the automatic doors and they open. The trio goes inside. Amanda and Wooly gaze in awe as the multi-floor shopping mall towers over their heads.

“First, we’re going to need to get some new school clothes!” Piper prompts, looking towards Amanda. In front of them stood three stores. Each had a different picture on its sign. A shirt, a pencil, and a chair.

“Ah, right. Do you know where we can find the clothing store?” she asks. As directed, Riley picks the shirt. “Great job! I wonder what kinds of outfits we can find?” 

They enter the clothing store and are met with an array of colorful clothes on different racks. 

“Wow, so many colors.” Wooly remarks, “What’s your favorite color?” 

Riley types in their answer. 

“Ooooh I like that color too.” Amanda nods, clapping her hands together.

“Me too, can you guess what my favorite color is?” Piper asks. It wasn’t hard to guess, considering Piper’s entire outfit was a feminine reddish-pink. Riley, deciding to troll a bit types in blue. 

“That’s a pretty color, but it’s not my favorite.” she answers. Then they type in orange. “Nuh-uh. Good guess though. I’ll give you a hint, look at my outfit.” Green. “Does this look like-” she takes a deep breath, “Aww so close, try again.” Finally (against their will) Riley types in pink. “That’s right. Pink! Pink is my favorite color!” she beams. She pauses and thinks to herself for a moment. “You know what Amanda? I think pink would look really good on you.” 

“But I don’t like pink.” Amanda replies. 

“Aww come on! At least try it!” she begs. “I know!” She turns to the screen. “Can you find me a pink shirt that Amanda would look really cute in?” Riley who is still in the mood for trolling, picks a red one. “Close, try again.” Then a black one. 

“Ooh! I like that one!” Amanda smiles. 

“But we’re looking for pink.” Piper retorts. Riley clicks on a yellow shirt. “What are you, colorblind?” she snaps. 

“That’s not very nice!” Wooly scolds.

“Yeah, what if they actually are colorblind?” Amanda adds, “That’s not their fault!” 

“Ah, my bad. How about this, I’ll help you. The pink one is right here!” she smiles, her whiskers twitching a bit. Riley, without much choice, picks the pink one. 

“But I don’t want this one.” Amanda pouts, “I want the black one.” Wooly looks over at the shirt in question. It’s a black shirt with a screaming skeleton-apple. It kind of freaks him out. 

“C’mon Amanda this one would look so cute on you!” 

“But-” “Please Amanda? For me?” Piper pleads. 

“She said she wants the black one.” Wooly snaps. Piper’s eyes grow wide in surprise. 

“Fine.” She sighs. “We’ll get both.” 

They then head to the pants section. There lies an array of pants, shorts, and skirts. 

“Oooh, look at all these choices! I can’t decide!” Piper squeals. 

“What do you think I should get?” Amanda asks Riley. Riley picks the shorts. “Hmm… I wear shorts all the time but okay-” “I think you should get a skirt!” Piper interrupts. Amanda glares at her. 

“Won’t it be too cold to wear shorts or skirts in the fall?” Wooly questions. Piper rolls her eyes. 

“Fine. I’ll go get some skirts for myself.” She pouts, walking the other way. Amanda and Wooly go look at the pants. 

“I don’t like that mouse girl.” Amanda sighs. 

“Me neither. She’s really bossy.” Wooly agrees. That’s rich coming from you. Amanda thinks to herself. But she lets it go. Wooly hasn't been as annoying today.

“Which pants should I pick?” Amanda asks. Riley notices her eyeing a pair of dark gray ripped jeans and picks those. “Yay! I really like these ones! Thanks!” 

“Have you made your choice?” Piper suddenly reappears, causing the duo to flinch, they quickly nod. She looks at the jeans and winces. “Finally, let’s get you some jewelry!” 

“We don’t need jewelry.” Amanda sighs. 

“Let’s get you some jewelry.” Piper repeats. Suddenly they’re in the jewelry store. “What sort of jewelry will go with Amanda’s outfit?” She asks, holding up a cutesy pink shirt and skirt. Amanda winces. 

“Actually, our friend picked out this outfit, not that one.” Wooly objects. 

"But the script-" she says glaring at Wooly, causing him to flinch and nervously look to the ground. She smiles to herself. "C'mon friend, we don't have all day." She says to Riley, tapping her foot. The options available are a black choker with an apple charm, some pink hair ribbons, a peach bead bracelet and a sparkly necklace. Riley selects the choker. 

"Are you sure? I think these ribbons would go well-"

"Our friend picked the choker." Wooly said harshly.

“No no no! You’re supposed to pick the ribbons! Urgh! This episode is going SO off script.” Piper groans, glaring at Wooly before regaining her composure. “C’mon Amanda! Let’s try on your new outfit!” She takes Amanda's hand and drags her along toward the changing room. She's strong. Too strong. I can't get free! Amanda thinks, panic runs through her mind. I'm trapped...

"Wooly..." she whimpers, looking back with uncertainty. Please Wooly... just this once? she pleads in her mind. Wooly tries to follow but Piper whips him a cold glare.

“Boys aren’t allowed in the girls dressing room, remember?” Wooly stops in his tracks. He knew he needed to do something, say something. But his legs are frozen and the words just won't come out. He watches in defeat as they disappear into the dressing room area. I knew he wouldn't save me... he never does. Amanda walks into the dressing room and Piper hands her the clothes she picked out and closes the door.

"Let me know if you need help with anything!" she sings. Amanda looks at the pink clothes with disgust. Maybe I used to like clothes like this but... this isn't me anymore... she thinks to herself. She thinks about Wooly... about how he just stood there and did nothing. He always does this. He pretends he's my friend... he helps me out sometimes and then when I really need him he just- he either does nothing or gets in my way. Seriously, what is his deal?!

"Are you done?" Piper asks. Amanda opens the door in nods. They come out of the dressing room, Amanda wearing an obnoxiously pink and frilly outfit. 

“Perfect.” Piper beams. But Amanda looks miserable. Wooly makes up his mind. 

“Forget this.” He picks up the clothes Amanda picked out and drags her back into the dressing room area.  

"Wooly?" Amanda says in confusion.

“This isn’t like you Wooly.” Piper says coldly glaring right into his soul. A shiver runs up his spine, but he hands Amanda the clothes, pushes her in and closes the door behind her. She’s right. This isn’t like me at all. He thinks to himself, We’re supposed to stay on script… we’re supposed to stay on script or else something bad will happen. He looks around the room. He sees glitches of the butcher's shop. Please… not this… I’m sorry I just… why did I- then he remembers Amanda’s sad face. We don’t deserve this… why can’t things just go right… please… just let things go right for us… for her just this once.

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Guzma/Eclipse Ideas/Headcanons

Art by Inspector-Valvert <3

Just a whole rambling list I've done of ideas and headcanons between my OC Eclipse and Guzma! OC x Canon forever. Some ideas referenced from YuuriVoice and KinkRadio Guzma audios.

Little context before you jump in, Eclipse is a Pokemon hiding as a human, so that should help you understand things better.

It's long. And it's in no particular order. I didn't realize I had filled out like 18 pages in google docs woOPS.

Lil' disclaimer/trigger warning before you dive in - mentions of death, touches on the topics of abuse and trauma, and mildly spicy at times! Nothing too in depth but just wanted to give that warning. Also swearing.

At first, Eclipse is pretty quiet about where she came from and where she grew up as a kid. She just vaguely mentions that she needed a new place to escape to if anyone asks. Other than that she just lies about where she came from.

She picked up a story about living in the Orre region from a quick fling and passes it off as her own. 

Of course if she actually meets anyone from Orre, it's gunna be awkward. She's never heard of Shadow Pokémon so- 

She references that she was a bounty hunter and explorer back home. She had an entire team at her back, much like Guzma does now. However, all that fell apart. 

She doesn't explain what happened, but Guzma catches a familiar hurt in her eyes. Something happened. 

She explains that she used to get bullied as a kid for being different, and her guild used to give people like her a place to go to. 

She worked really fucking hard for that guild. She wanted it to be a place for those who are different to escape to. For those who didn't fit into the norm. 

The boss notes it's not too off from Team Skull. 

Guzma sees that sparkle in her eye whenever she talks about exploring or battling - it was something she was clearly passionate about. 

It's weird though, she's so passionate about it but doesn't have a Pokémon of her own.

Sometimes he catches her writing in an old looking journal, but he never sees what she's writing. She never lets her look at the pages. 

Guzma has a lot of questions about her past, but Eclipse has just as many secrets. 

She mentioned she had just been wandering for about four months around Alola before she found Team Skull's base. 

This woman just shows up in Po Town, drenched by the rain, with nothing more than the clothes on her back and the contents of her bag. How did she make it this long in Alola? Sure it wasn't too hard to survive, but… She's a mystery. 

Eventually Eclipse opens up enough to explain that she had a Pokémon partner of her own. 

An Absol named Soul. 

He was her everything. Her second in command. Her partner that helped her start the guild. Her battle companion. 

He meant the world to her. 

They ran the guild side by side for a few years, but something happened. 

Soul died protecting her and it caused a break in Eclipse. She couldn't find it in herself to keep going without him. 

Eventually she just left. Up and abandoned everything she had. 

Eclipse calls herself a coward for doing it but it's much deeper than she initially lets on. 

It explains why Eclipse has been wandering around without Pokémon of her own. 

She swore off a companionship with a partner Pokémon because she didn't want anyone else to get hurt for/because of her. 

That scarf she wears belonged to Soul. It's why she nearly always has it on her or has to know where it is at all times. 

However that little Vinepede was just insistent on following and going with her. 

Fuck. 

Of course Guzma doesn't open up to her at first either. 

He's still recovering a bit from the events of ultra space and the Nihilego. 

Guzma always boasts about how he's not scared of anything, but the Ultra Space incident more than shook him up. That was the first time he had felt genuine fear. 

If Eclipse looks close enough she can see faint outlines of something across his torso. (Scars maybe from where those weird jellyfish grabbed him?)

Eclipse doesn't know much about Aether it seems, but he notes she is a bit interested in learning about them (for some reason…)

After the events of Ultra Space, Guzma is cold to Aether and Lusamine.

He comes to recognize that she only treated him with respect so that she could use him and Team Skull for her own gain. 

They have a run in when Guzma and Eclipse are enjoying a date in Malie City. The two are sitting in Malie Garden when Lusamine approaches them and asks how Guzma is doing. She's surprised to see Guzma actually managed to nab himself a girl. 

There's a scowl on Guzma's face as he explains that yes, they are on a date, now buzz off. 

Eclipse is confused as all hell. Who is this lady? And why does she smell… familiar?

Lusamine asks her name, and that's it. She just leaves. Aight then. 

Eclipse can be pretty prideful and headstrong, a result of her parents raising her to be the best she could be. Though, she did get bullied as a kid. 

Because she was born as a hybrid, she got picked on for being different. Like a lot. It wasn't a lot of kids picking on her, mostly just a select few. 

Eclipse didn't let it get to her too bad, instead she used the teasing and bullying as fuel to get her guild off the ground. 

She desperately wanted to become an explorer like the great rescue teams she had heard of and even met. One or two visited her school to talk about rescue teams and exploration teams occasionally. 

Team ACT and Wigglytuff's Guild were huge inspirations to her as a kid and she strived to be like them. 

Eclipse let those words instead fuel her desire to start her own guild for those just like her - hybrids that had been teased, shunned, bullied for who they were. She wanted to make her guild a safe haven for those who were different. It was a place to prove that even those who were different could still achieve just as much in life and more. 

Team ACT (composed of Alakazam, Charizard, and Tyranitar) were one of the teams that Eclipse looked up to. She had heard of their adventures and influence and wanted to be like them. 

During a visit to the school Eclipse attended as a kid, she got to meet her heros and she told them all about how she wanted to be an explorer and part of a rescue team when she got older. 

Alakazam noted that look in her eyes. She was determined. It was different, not that light that would flicker and die out when kids grow up. 

He told her to continue on in her passions. Should they meet again, he would check on her progress. 

They did meet again, Eclipse was a young adult at that point and had just formed a companionship with Soul. 

Eclipse came upon Team ACT at a bulletin board and she eagerly asked if they remembered her. Alakazam recognizes her and doesn't even have to ask - he can tell she's been working all these years to achieve her dreams. 

The only thing keeping her from starting her guild is a lack of members and funds. 

Alakazam makes her a deal - if she can complete a rather tough rescue mission, he will fund her guild. 

Eclipse immediately jumps at this and drags Soul off with her. The mission is a struggle and takes her numerous tries, but she manages to rescue a hybrid by the name of Mynder. Mynder joins their team and Alakazam funds their guild, just as he promised. 

Team Skull reminds her a lot of her team from back home. 

A bunch of headstrong young adults looking for a place in the world. 

They don't quite fit in like everyone else, so they make their own place to fit in. 

Guzma supports them, gives them a place to stay, makes sure they're fed, the whole nine yards. 

It reminds Eclipse a lot of herself. Someone running a whole place with those who don't quite fit in.

And it hurts to see that reminder of what she used to be. 

But she has to give him the credit and respect Guzma deserves. He's doing all this for them. 

She has massive respect for those taking in and helping in others. 

Guzma likes being a little spoon, but he's never gunna admit that. Sometimes they tussle over who gets to be the big spoon but usually Eclipse wins. (Guzma lets her)

It's stupid, but Guzma likes being held. Just knowing someone actually wants to hold onto him and touch him makes him melt a little under that hard shell of his.

In a way, Eclipse grounds him in the sense that she's a solid reminder that there's someone there rooting for him. Yeah, he has the grunts, but this is more personal. There are some things he just can't talk with them about. Hell, some things he can't even talk with Plumeria about. But her… he's reluctant at first but some things he opens up to Eclipse about. 

Of course there are times where he needs to be the big spoon. He is the big bad boss who needs to take care of his little love bug, after all. And what if one of the grunts barges in and he's the one being spooned?? Way too embarrassing, the grunts could never see that. 

Mostly he does it when the grunts are being especially rowdy some days, that's usually when it's most likely they'll come barging into his room to tell him some punk is messing with them or something like that.

Plumeria caught them once where Eclipse was absolutely latched onto his back (and maybe wearing the Boss' jacket), but Big Sis promised she wouldn't say anything. At least to the grunts. She absolutely gives Guzma shit for it in private, but in a playful way. 

Eclipse is reckless as fuck. 

Occasional "I crave violence" vibes at times, but only when someone she cares for is in danger. 

She's always getting into scraps with some sort of Pokémon or one of the  grunts.

Usually it ends up with her getting hurt in some fashion such as a scratch or a bite or bruise.

She can handle it though, it's nothing!

Eclipse likes to snark that she's reckless. It's part of her nature. She's reckless, but she's a tough girl.

She's always telling Guzma she's gunna battle Golisopod one day. This girl doesn't have any Pokémon though, what a dumb idea! 

Eclipse doesn't care if Golisopod is a bug type - her weakness. She wants to square up with him.

Sometimes she tries her little fighting escapades with Plumeria, but she's not as likely to entertain her antics. 

After a while, Guzma just gives an exasperated sigh or raised eyebrow when Eclipse comes back with a bloody nose or new scratch somewhere on her body. 

Sometimes getting Eclipse out of bed is a whole chore. Some mornings she has her fun, other mornings it's more of her emotional/trauma issues. 

On the mornings she's just being silly, Eclipse will ask for a smooch, or ask for Guzma's jacket. Generally some sort of bargaining to get her ass out of bed. 

Often times Guzma threatens to drag her out by her fucking ankles. 

Before he knows, Eclipse will pull a little complaint that the shady house is cold and that she could either stay under the covers or if she had a nice jacket to use… sometimes he gives it to her, sometimes he carries her out of bed. 

Not really cold though, it's Alola, after all. Hot and humid. Gross.

After Guzma finds out her little secret, the "it's cold outside" trick doesn't work anymore. He'll snark about her coat and tell her to get up. She still begs for his jacket. 

Other mornings though, it's hard for her to get out of bed. Those mornings are the ones where she has home on her mind. She's thinking about her old life and her friends. 

Guzma offers words of comfort and holds her for a while. Sometimes they just lay in silence. Just five more minutes. It helps her feel better. 

Eclipse really appreciates it. 

Eclipse loves playing with Guzma's hair. It's soft and fluffy, and Alola's humidity doesn't help with that. It's just so fun to play with.

She also loves it when Guzma lays his head in her lap. She could sit there for hours just playing with his hair while they're chilling in bed or in Malie Garden. 

He likes the head scratches. Again, he's never gunna admit that, but it's so relaxing.

Eclipse absolutely knows he likes it and teases him about how she should be the one who likes to be scratched behind the ear. 

At first though, Eclipse was hesitant to play with his hair. She noticed whenever he got frustrated, he would yank and pull at it. Was it a sort of stress relief or something? It took time for her to actually touch it. And when she did, she was gentle. 

Guzma flinched at first - other than brushing (or trying to brush it), washing, or dying it, he wasn't used to treating his hair too kindly. Combine that with his past traumas… he wasn't expecting a gentle touch to his head. 

Slowly though, he eased into it. The more she did it, the more he found himself enjoying her touch. She would take little tufts and roll them in her fingers to make individual little spikes, or just slowly run her fingers through it. 

Of course Eclipse loves having her hair played with too. The two alternate with sitting with their heads in each others' laps. 

One of Eclipse's favorite positions is sitting between his legs with her back against his stomach and her head against his chest. 

Guzma will absentmindedly run his fingers through her hair and later on teasingly scratch behind her ear. Sometimes he'll catch the sound of a thumping tail and that puts a smirk on his face. 

Plumeria has to teach him how to braid hair. Eclipse has a lot of it, but he didn't know how to braid. Like, at all. It looks so confusing! 

So, he pulls Plumeria aside and begrudgingly asks her to teach him because he doesn't want to try it on Eclipse and mess up, or embarrass himself trying for the first time. 

Eclipse loves the nickname 'lovebug'. It's her favorite. It's just so… him to call her that. 

Of course being a bug type trainer, Guzma sort of absentmindedly called her that and it stuck. 

Eclipse's face went just about as red as her hair before she got one of those dumb grins on her face. 

"The hell you smiling like that for?"

"Didn't know you liked nicknames. I like that one. Keep using it." 

She pecks him on the cheek and walks away before he can say anything else. 

Eclipse calls Guzma 'boss' a lot, be it formally or teasingly. 

The first time he called her that was when there was some odd bickering going on. The usual sass from Eclipse. 

She finally relents on whatever it is they're scuffling about and replies with "sure thing, boss." 

That. That little snark. 

Eclipse had that smirk on her face again.

Guzma just about short-circuited. 

She was part of team skull now so- so why did- why did her calling him 'boss' like that- was it the way she said it? Her tone? 

Whatever, just- she's being a brat, just a snarky bitch. It's fine-

Spoilers - it's not fine and it flusters the boss. 

Eclipse gets sick. Like, more than she should. And it doesn't help that it's raining all the damn time in Po Town. 

She was born with a horrible immune system due to being a hybrid. Being a brand new species, she's essentially a test run that hasn't worked out all the errors in the code. And she's got a few errors. Her parents kept a very close eye on her as a pup to keep her as healthy as she could be. 

To be fair they had no idea she would turn out the way she did.

Being a kid though, she still got into the usual germy things kids get into and she still got sick. Fighting off illnesses as a kid was hard for her. It left her bedridden for at least a week, usually more. 

It steadily got better as she grew up and she doesn't get sick as often, but a cold can still knock her on her ass as an adult. 

The first time she caught a cold in Po Town, Guzma thought she had a nasty case of the flu - high fever, shivers, a rough cough, she was very weak, the works. Seeing such a cocky, tough woman laid out by a little cold admittedly freaked him out a little. 

At first he thought she was trying to get out of Team Skull duties for the day. Nope, this girl was sick. 

Eclipse continued to insist it was just a cold, nothing she couldn't handle, but shit if she didn't look as pale as a ghost type. Eventually she had to explain she has a shit immune system and it's just how it is. 

Guzma sends the grunts out for medical supplies from the nearest convenience store so she can recover. 

Eclipse didn't take the medicine though, as much as she wanted to. She needed something Pokémon-grade, and she wasn't sure if human-grade medicine was safe for her to take. She just had to tough out the worst of it and continue to assure that she was going to be fine. It would just take some time. 

Along with Eclipse's shit-fuck immune system, she can't have her own kids. It's something that just kills her a little on the inside. 

Not that the shady house would be a great place for kids anyway. There's broken glass and other stuff laying around. It's a miracle the grunts haven't hurt themselves with everything laying around. 

Eclipse's start with the grunts was pretty damn rocky at first. She started out as some stray that just wandered onto their turf. 

There was some bickering amongst the grunts as to who left the door open to Po Town but let's worry about that later man we have a runt to catch.

Eclipse was called reckless and stupid for wandering onto Team Skull's grounds without a Pokémon of her own. And an umbrella. Maybe a rain coat too. Scarves don't do much to keep you dry. 

Poor girl was soaked. 

They were surprised to hear she didn't know much about Team Skull, but they were even more surprised that the boss just let her stay. She didn't seem like Team Skull material, at least not until she started getting a bit mouthy and snarky with their beloved boss. 

Word traveled pretty fast there was a new body in the ranks of this bunch of misfits. Though, she was pretty tight lipped about where she came from and why she was there. Something about wandering for a while. 

Plumeria had to watch the dumb kids to make sure they didn't get too mouthy with her. 

After a while though, a fight broke out between them. A few grunts cornered Eclipse and after some bickering and mouthing from both sides, Eclipse is taking on their Pokémon barehanded. This girl is fucking crazy. 

Guzma is pissed when he comes out and sees them picking on the newbie like this. He breaks up the fight and snatches Eclipse to drag her away to tend to her wounds. 

Of course he gave an absolute earful to the grunts who picked on her and forced them to apologize to the newbie before he took her away.

Eclipse is apologizing the whole way up to wherever they're going, rambling about how this wasn't the grunts fault, she started it, she grew up with this kind of stuff, it's fine, really! The boss is dead quiet and just asks where they hurt her once they reach his room. 

He starts giving her a rather soft but stern earful about how she shouldn't go around starting fights with the others. Eclipse replies that she's reckless, something she's said before. It was quiet, a weak attempt at lightening the mood between them. Guzma sighs and continues to clean up that nasty Yungoos bite and Eclipse whines at the antiseptic spray. 

Other than the sting, Eclipse can't help but notice just how careful Guzma is while he's treating her wounds. He's super gentle with her and she's a little surprised. Though at the same time she didn't expect him to be rather rough either. 

Guzma tells her that she's part of Team Skull now, and she is his responsibility now. Hearing that she was part of a team made her want to cry, in all honesty.

During the time when Eclipse was getting patched up is when she met Golisopod for the first time. 

Eclipse is bewildered when she sees the big, lumbering bug Pokémon. He's a big guy, and he gives off this stoic silence. She's never seen a Pokémon like him before.

That is, until he asks why she's staring at him. Eclipse quickly apologies and looks away, and that's his first hint that she can actually understand him. Guzma doesn't notice anything though, he's too busy taking care of that Yungoos bite. 

Once she's all patched up, the boss decides to take a nap in his chair and tells the lumbering bug to keep an eye on Eclipse so she doesn't get into any more trouble. Golisopod is tasked with keeping an eye on her.

This is when the bug strikes up conversation with her. 

"You can understand me, can't you?" 

"Eyuuup." 

Guzma is a biter. Eclipse loves it. It's how he marks his territory. 

Of course, Eclipse wasn't as eager to show off those bites on her neck and shoulders at first. The grunts didn't know about their little relationship, and Guzma knew they'd be rather thrown off by him romping with the newbie. Though he didn't really care in all honesty. 

Eclipse is worried they'd see it as special treatment and all that. Guzma assures her if they give her shit, he'll take care of it.

She wears her scarf when they're around the grunts, but in public, she's more than happy to show them off. 

To no one's surprise, Eclipse snarked at him when he was teasing her about it. 

"You know how I mark my territory, right?"

"Spray paint?" queue that dumb little smirk of hers. Maybe an exasperated sigh or cocky smirk back from Guzma.

She bites back. 

Speaking of spray paint, tagging places is a favorite pastime of Team Skull.

Usually they spray paint around Po Town (inside and outside) but occasionally they like to tag some places around Ula'Ula island. 

Sometimes they spray paint inside the buildings in Po Town. Plumeria has to remind them to open the windows so they're not inhaling all those fumes. 

Sometimes the team would take outings in small groups to go tag a specific place.

The first time Eclipse used a can of spray paint, she sprayed the little insignia she wears on her bag on the wall. A PokeBall with wings. It's under the main stairs in the shady house. 

A few of the grunts have seen it, but they don't really question it. 

They're actually pretty chill about not painting over other people's work. They know how to share a canvas. 

He's also protective as hell. No one touches his love bug or they're getting decked. Either that or smashed by one of his Pokémon.

Despite knowing how to handle herself, Eclipse doesn't mind her boss tailing her like a bodyguard. She finds it pretty cute.

Mostly he's keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble, but it's nice to spend time with her too. 

Of course there's a lot of whispering around the towns about how this rough and tough boss ended up with someone. Was that possible?

She seems so nice compared to the Team Skull boss, too. Always making sure to say 'please' and 'thank you', not trying to pick fights (most of the time), things like that. 

Eclipse notices the stares and whispers, but notes that Guzma is ignoring them as if they're not happening. 

Was he used to this?

She wasn't used to the odd looks yet, before she met him she was worried about getting weird glances. It takes her some time but eventually she starts to ignore them. People are more bewildered at the pair than they were about her. 

Eclipse isn't the best cook, but she tries her best. 

All the cooking was done by her friend back home, Sugar. She made all the dinners and lunches for the guild. 

Eclipse can still make basic stuff but nothing extravagant or with too many steps.

It doesn't help that she can't read the labels or instructions. Damn human language being the same spoken-wise but not written-wise. 

She has to go off pictures and scents for the most part. 

She has learned to make pancakes though, she really likes them. 

Any time she makes them, there's always a few grunts that want some too. So she starts making extra whenever she makes some for herself. 

There's a shop in Malie City that has really good fluffy pancakes. Sometimes Eclipse begs for Guzma to take her for a late morning breakfast. 

Vinepede

That stupid little bug refused to let her go after she rescued him from a clutter of Ariados.

Eclipse and Guz were heading back from a date in Malie Garden one night when she catches the sound of someone crying out for help. Guz hadn't heard anything, he doesn't have those sharp ears like she does.

The pause, that stillness she had like a Boltund catching a scent made Guzma stop and give her a weird look.

"Uh... you good?"

She fuckin' bolts off into the trees and completely drops her leftovers from dinner. Woops. Guz chases off after her but it took no time at all for him to lose sight of her.

Eclipse finds a Vinepede with one of his tails stuck in a web and there are some hungry looking Ariados making their way down the web. He's yelling for help and Eclipse is the one to come to his rescue.

After a small scuffle, Eclipse rescues him and Guzma and Golisopod come through the treeline. He's barking at her about running off without him and asking what the hell she was thinking. She explains what was going on and how she didn't want the little guy to be eaten up.

She goes to head back to the boss' side but she feels something grab her leg.

It's the little guy.

Oh hell no.

Guzma asks what the plan is and if she has a Pokeball to take him with since Vinepede clearly wants to come with her.

She starts sputtering that absolutely not, she does not do Pokemon partnership.

All the while Guz pulls a Pokeball off his belt, walks over to her, and plops it into her hand.

Before she can say anything, Vinepede scurries up her leg and proceeds to wiggle himself in the ball in her hand.

... wtf just happened.

Guzma, in the meantime, is thinking about the time he met Golispod. The little Wimpod had taken it upon himself to cower behind the boy's leg after he had been saved from a flock of Spearow looking to beat up the little Isopod Pokemon.

It reminded him of that time. And Eclipse seemed like she needed a partner.

Eclipse is not happy about this at first. She's not aggressive towards the Vinepede, but she is slightly off-put by having a companion again.

She very slowly warms up to it. Takes some time though.

Also Eclipse promised to pay for breakfast the next morning since they both dropped their leftovers after she took off running and Guz ran after her.

Plumeria

If anyone fucks with Team Skull, they're fucking with Plumeria too. They often refer to her as their 'Big Sis'.

Those are her little brothers and sisters. Sure, they can be dumb… but they're family. 

She's not one to back down from beating on anyone who messes with these numbskulls. 

Sometimes she has to end some scraps or save them from getting roughed up by the locals. She gives the grunts an earful but mostly tells them to be more careful and patches them up. 

She supervises sometimes on tagging days. The grunts will go out and spray paint a few places, and sometimes she gets in on it. She has a little bit of an artistic side to her.

Plumes is the one to dye the grunts hair for those who want it if they don't know how. Guzma may have botched one or two before referring the grunts to her. She fixed it in the end, though.

She is also the only one Guzma can confide in for his personal issues and his past, other than Eclipse. 

She'll stand with Guzma through thick and thin, and assures wherever he'll go, she'll go too. 

The first time Eclipse is trying to be friendly with some of the grunts is when she meets Plumeria for the first time. They had gotten especially noisy and Plumes has to tell them to pipe down or else they'll wake the boss. Of course she's met with enthusiasm before the grunts disperse to do whatever they usually do around the shady house. 

She explains the whole concept of the Island Trials and Kahunas and what not to Eclipse. 

Kinda weird this girl's been in Alola for a bit but doesn't know what they are… 

She explains that Guzma had tried the Island Trials along with professor Kukui. He continued to fail, so he gave up and formed his own team of rejects that failed the island challenges. That's how Team Skull was formed. 

She briefly mentions a bit of Guzma's past with his father, but doesn't go into too much detail. Eclipse doesn't like what she hears though. 

Eclipse asks about Aether, and Plumeria explains how they're trying to do good by offering Pokémon rehabilitation and care centers alongside their research, but their president… she's got a few screws loose. 

Plumes asks where Eclipse comes from, and she gives her the schpiel how she came from Orre, some dusty place a ways off. Not much too it. 

The two get along pretty well. Eventually Plumes let it slip that Guzma asked her to learn how to braid hair for Eclipse's sake. Eclipse is thrown off, but she thanks Plumes for the gesture. 

Eclipse's own parental relations is a stark contrast compared to Guzma's. 

Eclipse loves her parents. If anyone asks, she'd go on about how her parents are wonderful, the best anyone could ever ask for. 

She'd remark how she felt like she had a second pair of parents because of their Pokémon - a Lycanroc and a Zoroark. Her mom has a Lycanroc, and her dad has the Zoroark. Of course, this is just an excuse to talk about them without arousing suspicion. 

She's been around Pokémon since the day she was born, it's why she feels she has such a deep connection to them and she feels she gets along better with them than people. (Technically not a lie) 

Her parents were supportive of her dreams and ambitions while she grew up. They took care of her the best they could and raised her to be a headstrong girl. So did their Pokémon. 

Of course those times where she got sick still worried them to Giratina's hell and back. 

Eclipse always seems a bit sad though when she's asked about how they're doing now, or why she's with Team Skull and not them if they're so amazing. 

She remarks how they deserve better than her with how her reputation back home is now. She's done things she's not proud of, and she wouldn't blame her parents for being embarrassed of having a daughter like her. They probably don't speak about her anymore, if they act like she never existed she would understand. 

What she did though, she doesn't get into. Just some 'fucked up shit', stuff she certainly wished she could undo. But she's learned trying to undo things can get you in more trouble than when you started. 

Despite what she imagines they're probably thinking about her, she at least hopes they're doing alright. She misses them a lot. 

Eclipse is always looking over her shoulder whenever she's outside the walls of Po Town. Her ears are always perked and her nose is constantly trying to sniff out any scents that just seem too clean and sterile. 

The Aether Foundation received reports late one night that an Ultra Wormhole had possibly opened again over Ula' Ula Island. This was a few months past the issue of the Ultra Beasts invading Alola, so it was very odd to hear of another opening. 

This one notably doesn't look the same as an Ultra Wormhole. This one is a bit more similar to a phenomenon recorded in Sinnoh years ago. 

Lusamine tasks Faba with the research, and the two gather as much information as possible. 

Faba comes to find that something came out of that hole in the sky that night and it landed somewhere on Ula' Ula island. A research team is dispersed early the next day to try and find it. 

The search team isn't able to find much, but they make note of some footprints and what seems to be broken branches from a possible landing sight. A rainstorm had passed though the area before they could reach it, so there was very little chance of finding a DNA sample. 

For the next few months, the team can only go off of blurred pictures they manage to capture, but it was only so long before this creature seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. Not a sign of it anywhere. Where did it go? 

What data they could collect was that it wasn't much smaller than the average person. Maybe about 5 feet tall. Lots of red fur. And it can use illusions. 

It was hurt as well, it seemed the UB arrived in their world with a pretty nasty wound on its side. What caused it though, they could only guess. Blurred photographs depicted… bandages around its midriff? 

Perhaps it is more intelligent than they thought. 

It didn't take long for this UB to figure out it was being followed. It became much more scarce and hard to track before it vanished. 

Though, after some time, a report from Lusamine gives Faba some information. A woman has been spotted with the Team Skull boss of all people, and her hair is strikingly similar to their UB. 

Recalling the UB can use illusions, Faba and Lusamine wonder if this is what they're searching for. An Ultra Beast integrating into human society…? 

Faba is tasked with obtaining a DNA sample to confirm this woman isn't human, and a rather perfect string of events not long after leaves a blood sample in his hands. 

This UB and one of the grunts of Team Skull have an outing just past Ula' Ula meadow. It just so happens to be near a pack of Midday Lycanroc that call the area home. 

These wolf Pokémon can sense something new is in their territory, and a scuffle leaves the supposed UB injured. Faba is able to recover a blood sample after the UB and grunt flee the area. 

Faba has to test the sample multiple times because the results just don't make sense. They are given the information that yes, this woman isn't human as they thought. 

However, it doesn't appear to be an Ultra Beast either. 

It's a Pokémon. A hybrid to be exact. Half Lycanroc, half Zoroark. Faba has to confirm no Midnight Lycanroc are in the pack they have been monitoring, and no sightings have been reported of Zoroark in the area. This rules out the possibility of a contaminated sample. 

Things start to make a bit more sense after another look at the photographs, at least what can be made out from the blurry images. 

Though, this raises many questions. 

How did it come to their world? How did such a genetic anomaly come to happen? Just how intelligent is it if it can live among humans? What caused the injury it came here with? What is it like in its home world? 

Does Guzma know the woman he's with is a Pokémon hiding as a human? 

Eclipse not only has to protect herself, but she has to protect a residual power she carried from home. 

This power is something that clings to her, residual energy she absorbed from the Time Gears. 

These artifacts regulate the flow of time in her home lands. By taking them in attempts to complete her goals, she unknowingly absorbs some of their energy and is later able to manipulate time for very short periods. 

Not only this, but this energy allows her to access a sort of hidden form. A Dusk Form of herself. This is an actual physical form unlike her illusions. This form is faster and more limber. 

However, using this power is taxing on her energy. She can only access this power or form for short periods of time.

She knows if the power was somehow taken from her, it could be disastrous if it fell into the wrong hands. 

This is another reason she does her best to steer clear of the Aether Foundation. 

Eclipse struggles with nightmares from time to time. Guzma is usually woken by her and he does his best to calm her down. 

Usually he's woken by the sounds of whimpers or crying, sometimes she's shifting around on the bed enough to wake him. Sometimes she's got a death grip on him. 

Holding her usually helps after he carefully wakes her up. Seeing the terror in her eyes after they snap open does worry him, but he tugs her close and whispers that everything is okay. 

Eclipse never tells him what she's dreaming about. Any attempt only causes tears to well up and she chokes, despite her efforts to hide it. 

There was one time though, one time Guzma couldn't explain. Eclipse was fidgeting during another nightmare and he reached over and tried to shake her awake. Though, he froze as something flashed in front of his eyes when he touched her - a bright pair of red eyes, red-tipped black tendrils gripping… something red. It was blurry and it all happened so quickly. 

Guzma blinked and tried to reason that he was still half asleep. He shook Eclipse awake and she shot up, a hand around her throat as the noise that came from her was definitely one of terror. 

He soothes her and pulls her close, trying to calm her down from the dream. Soft whispers and rubbing her back as he presses soft kisses to her head and cheeks.  

Because of this power and her interactions with the Time Gears, Eclipse has a heightened sense of detecting sort of abnormalities in the area around her. 

Ula' Ula island has a meadow, and not too far from the meadow is the Lake of the Moone/Sunne

Eclipse senses some sort of energy radiating from this place, but she can't figure out what or why. Perhaps it's a place of worship? 

It gives her a familiar tingle, much like the same kind of energy she felt when approaching a Time Gear. 

Guzma's favorite drink is hot Tapu Cocoa. The grunts usually know to leave some for him, but sometimes they get a little greedy and end up leaving barely anything for Guzma. Of course he gives them an earful for this and sends one of them off to go pick up more. 

Because of this, Guzma keeps a pack or two of Tapu Cocoa powder (the good  shit, a better version of the instant stuff) hidden away in the kitchen for himself that the grunts won't find. 

However, a certain human disguised Pokémon still has one hell of a nose and sniffs it out late one night. She has her companion Pokémon at this point, a little Vinepede she rescued from a group of Ariados. 

"No I'm not allergic to chocolate, that's an old Pokémon's tale."

Eclipse is perched up on the counter and enjoying the hot drink when Guzma wanders in after waking up and wondering where his lovebug had gone off to so late at night. 

He catches a little bit of conversation between Eclipse and her Vinepede, but he's too tired to register that she was talking with a Pokémon of all things. She's weird, it's late, whatever. 

It was like 3 in the morning and he had woken up to an empty bed. He was worried she had been woken up by another nightmare or went to sit outside on the front steps again.

Instead, he finds her in the kitchen drinking from his hidden stash of Tapu Cocoa. He's too tired to be miffed about it, instead he just makes himself a cup and leans on the counter beside her to relax with her before they go back to bed. 

There's a little bit of small talk mixed in here and there as they sit in the kitchen.

Of course he tells her not to touch it again and they can get her some of her own from town in the morning. Or afternoon. Whenever they wake up.

Something still nags at the back of his sleepy brain about her talking so casually with her Pokémon.

The tattoos Guzma and Plumeria have are fake. 

People really think kids/teens/young adults who don't work/have no income think they can afford tattoos? 

Yeah they get some money during their alliance with the Aether Foundation, but it's mostly just enough for food and to keep some of the lights on. Something to keep Guzma and his band of misfits working for Lusamine. 

Not enough for something pricey like forearm and stomach tattoos. 

Nah, they're just make up. 

Also explains how Guz and Plumes don't have them post Sun/Moon/how they didn't have them so quickly. 

Plus tattoo removals are also costly. Money Team Skull/post disbanded Team Skull doesn't have. 

If Eclipse were to get one, she'd have it between her shoulder blades on her back. Something rarely seen and personal to herself. 

Eclipse snags Guzma's jacket any chance she can get. It's baggy and comfortable! 

It smells like him too. Eclipse is big on scents. 

Like really big on scents.

Sometimes the boss catches her with her nose buried in that scarf of her’s. 

The jacket is cozy and comfortable and any time Guzma doesn't have it, it's probably on Eclipse. 

The first time she snatched it was when he left it on the throne while he bathed. He went to bed without it and Eclipse snatched it before joining him. He woke up in the morning to see her wearing it and he was in reluctant awe. 

She did look… a little cute in it. Just a little.

She's an absolute fucking brat about giving it back; offers to give it back for a kiss, asks what he's gunna do about it, dares him to take it from her himself, etc. 

They scuffle for it, and that usually ends up with Guz on top of her. 

Leering down at her while she's got her fingers around that gold chain, gently tugging him down for a kiss. 

“Give it back.”

“Gunna have to get it off me yourself~”

MMMMM Chin Scragglies

Guz sometimes doesn't shave off all his stubble on his face. He leaves a little bin on his chin and it that doesn't leave Eclipse swooning a bit.

She loves it when he hugs her from behind and he nuzzles into the crook of her shoulder and her neck or leaves kisses on her shoulder (or bites on her neck)

The scratching tickles a bit and she just loves it.

He does the little tickle nuzzle thing on purpose to make her laugh.

Eclipse can take Guzma's jacket, but she's a total hypocrite and she doesn't let anyone touch her scarf. 

Clearly this scarf means a lot to her, but she never says just why. She's pretty tight lipped about it, not even Guzma knows why for a while. 

Once she lost it somewhere in the shady house and nearly had a breakdown over it. Guzma was pretty worried to find Eclipse making an even bigger mess of his bedroom trying to find the damn thing. 

She was on the verge of tears at that point and snapped at him and the grunts that she needed that scarf back. 

One of the grunts eventually finds it and if Eclipse didn't damn near take their hand with her when she snatched it back. 

It's like a security blanket for her, even more than the boss' jacket. It's hers. No one is allowed to touch it, and Guzma doesn't try to wear it because it's not his style anyway. 

Eclipse takes in a little kid and her Mimikyu after the two cause a bit of trouble for a couple of the grunts. 

When the two return to Po Town after an outing, Guzma overhears a few of the grunts talking about how some bratty kid snatched Tonya's favorite apple snacks while they were walking through town. 

The convenience store in Malie City is the only place on the island that has those snacks, and it's a long walk! 

Tonya's griping and huffy about the whole thing and Guzma asks what's up. Eclipse can't help but snort a little that a kid ran by and swiped her snacks. 

After some explaining, they find out there's some kid that's been stealing food and other things around the city with her Mimikyu. She's probably about 8 or so. 

It's been going on for a couple months now but oddly enough the kid just… vanishes before she can be caught. 

During an outing to Malie City for some groceries for the shady house, one of Eclipse's bags is snatched by a kid and her Mimikyu. Guzma goes to yell after her, but Eclipse recognizes it instantly. 

The kid is a Zorua. 

Eclipse warns him to not chew her out and the two go after her. Just like before, the kid and her Pokémon are just gone. 

She sniffs them out though, and the pair are found munching on their freshly stolen goods. Seems they've been living off what food they can steal. 

The girl's name is Mimi and the Mimikyu's name is Mimsy.

Quotes: 

Eclipse: 

"I know they say time heals all wounds, but…why do I still feel like I'm bleeding out?"

"Yeah I said I had fought gods. I never said I won. Well- er, I didn't win all the fights, but I won some!" 

(To a Stakataka, probably) "Square up, you stack of shit!"

"Sorry, I'm too busy. Got stuff to do." (Guzma, either in the background or beside her) "I'm stuff."

"Reckless, crazy bitch - what's the difference?" 

"Not trying to belittle your dumbfuckery, but I've done worse." 

"I'd like to make it clear to everyone present that I am severely unmedicated, so if you have a problem take it up with my fucking therapist." 

"I'm measuring the difference between jack shit and fuck all!" 

Guzma: 

"You fuck with any grunt on Team Skull, you fuck with me."

"Yeah, some of them might be idiots, but they're my idiots."

"No, Plumes got custody of (grunt name here) that weekend. How it works around here." 

"Legal? Yeah, it's a hundred percent legal! …ish." 

"I'm your favorite idiot, huh?" 

"I know if I wanted a kiss I just had to ask, but I'm tryin' to be cute. Can't blame ya boy for tryin', can you?" 

"Aight Eclipse, I know you got my jacket. Where you hidin'?"

"Hey, I see you eyeballin' my jacket all the time. I know you want it." 

"I swear I can't take you anywhere without you gettin' into some sort of trouble! I'm this close to puttin' your ass on a leash! …. No, no, wipe that smirk off your face, you damn demon." 

Random BS: 

Eclipse would be one to scroll for hours on end on social media. Quotes specific vines and tiktoks when the chance presents itself. She doesn't have a phone though so-

It's the grunts fault, mostly. 

The team plays Mario Kart on the dingy old TV in the downstairs living quarters. Eclipse is shit at it at first, but she manages to learn pretty quick and woops everyone's ass at it. 

Only other person who can match her is Plumeria. 

Butts - Guzma gropes, Eclipse slaps. It's a little back and forth they have going on after a while. 

If Eclipse and Guzma were to play Animal Crossing, they would share a single save file. Guzma catches the bugs and Eclipse does literally everything else. 

I promise I'll get the normal Guzma headcanons out at some point, I went to pull some headcanons from this list and it was all down hill from there, sorry-

[irefy]

So I went looking for crossovers between two of my favorite series and found distressingly little fic where the characters from both series actually interact so I uh. Did it myself. Enjoy :)))))

When Arthur was told that socerers had been caught, he was not anticipating the four writhing children before him. Pushed to their knees with a force that Arthur, if he weren’t the king, would wince at, they shouted…odd things. Like-

“LET US GO OR FEEL THE WRATH OF BOOMERANG!”

—that.

Arthur’s fingers twitched with the strain of resisting his most desperate desire; to pinch his brow. He’ll have a headache by the time this is done, he can feel it.

Their shouts weren’t the only thing that was odd; aside from the fact that they were literal children, they were all wearing…strange clothes. Vibrant reds, blues, and greens, in styles he’d never seen before.

They continued yelling, speaking over each other at a pace Arthur could not possibly hope to follow. A black haired boy dressed in vibrant red robes with gold accents (and just about the worst burn scar he’s ever seen holy shit) was quite literally spitting sparks. Not even mentioning the boy’s sparkling gold eyes.

Arthur wanted to sigh.

“Leon. What is this?”

“The…sorcerers, my lord.” Leon said, equally baffled. Arthur had known him long enough that he could tell what that specific pause and strain of the voice meant, thank you.

Arthur cannot keep from grinding his teeth. He moved his attention from the kids to his guard, who suddenly looked a lot less triumphant and a whole lot more scared.

“Why are there children on my floor, Sir Kent?”

The sweat visibly raced down the man’s forehead. Arthur absently wondered which droplet would fall from his chin first.

“The—they’re sorcerers, my lord.”

“Yes, I can see that.” As if the sparks and golden eyes didn’t already tell the tale.

“Okay, would someone mind explaining where the fuck we are?!”

Arthur jumped, and his eyes immediately flew to a small girl decked out in greens who, Arthur estimated, couldn’t be any older than fourteen. (Arthur did not have much experience with children, but what he did have experience with is overeager teenagers. Specifically, overeager teenagers trying to lie about their ages to become knights. That was a fun conversation to have with Lord Pelfrey.)

Several of his knights paled, and their eyes slid to her in their scandal. Arthur shuddered. If they thought that was bad, they should try to grow up with Morgana.

Arthur very, very quickly grew to respect women’s vocabularies.

“Toph!” The slightly older looking girl dressed in blues that matched her eyes hissed.

“I mean…that’s not exactly the worst way she could’ve asked,” Said the boy in blue.

“Sokka!” Screeched the girl who had a strange amount of likeness to the boy—to Sokka. Siblings, maybe?

“Cool it Sweetness, it’s not like we all haven’t heard worse from Sparky.”

“Hey! I don’t swear that fucki—that much!” The boy in red (sparky?) shouted. Arthur’s attention, and everyone else’s, it seems, was drawn to the shout. ‘Sparky’ faltered, then paled, and his widened (still gold) eyes nervously darted around the room.

The girl, (Sweetness? Not something that Arthur would ever name his child, but he had never claimed to understand the naming conventions of sorcerers) just hung her head in despair.

Arthur sighed. And finally gave into an urge he had been previously denying himself. He massaged his brow. Yup. There’s that headache.

“…You’re in Camelot,” Arthur said, and then sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time today. He really should’ve listened to the universe early this morning and just stayed in bed. It would’ve saved him so much trouble (and so many headaches.)

“Ha ha, real funny. I get what you’re trying to do here, I do. But you can’t get passed me, The Great and oh-so-wise adventurer Sokka. Where are we really?”

Arthur blinked. What? Do these children collectively have a head injury?

“He wasn’t lying,” said Toph.

Sokka spluttered. Arthur’s bad feeling increased tenfold. Yep. Definitely should’ve stayed in bed.

Then the room exploded.

Well okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. There wasn’t any fire or heat, but the floor moved, in a way that very abruptly reminded Arthur that these children were not just children and were, in fact, corrupted by the evils of sorcery.

Arthur shook his head, dazed. He pushed himself off his side and onto his elbow. His ears rang, and he reached toward the back of his head.

His fingers came away slightly sticky and with a familiar metallic scent—a scent that had cold dread pooling in his stomach.

Arthur pushed himself to his feet, even as he swayed. The floor moved and shifted under his feet, quite literally. Arthur leaned against the pillar he was thrown into. The air was clouded, filled with the dust and airborne sediment caused by shifting rock.

Arthur coughed, as his lungs desperately tried to expel the hazy air. He covered his nose and mouth with his hand. Lord knows breathing in this stuff can’t be good for him.

Harsh hacks echoed from every corner, accusing and mocking in turn. Arthur stumbled along, through the mounds of settling wreckage and to the wall—or, what remained of it.

Arthur stared.

Where his wall once was there was now a gaping hole, a jagged vulnerability. The sun bounced off the dust filling the room, leaving behind brilliant white afterimages that made Arthur blink. The sky shone a bright, brilliant blue, as if the wall to his throne room hadn’t just been blown out by the magical capabilities of a child. The sorcerers were nowhere to be found.

Uneven footsteps pounded their way up behind him in a familiar drum of worry. Arthur turned away from the crumbling wall.

“Sire, should I assemble the Round Table?” Leon asked, even as blood beaded in a shallow cut above his eyebrow.

Arthur hesitated. Too old eyes in too young faces flashed in a tantalizing vision of familiar pain. He closed his eyes and removed his hand.

Immediately, the smell of acrid smoke assaulted him. The memory of the sting of dust, the hacked coughs of the knights, and terrified eyes of Sir Kent.

“Yes,” Arthur said, eyes fluttering back open. Leon’s troubled blue gaze met his. An unpleasant weight settled in Arthur’s stomach, and this time he did not even try to resist the temptation to sigh.

“Ensure they are informed of the situation. We will convene in the council chambers and set off immediately after.”

Arthur’s eyes took one last sweep of the decimated throne room. The broken wall,

and the cracked floor; the people, servants and knights alike, climbing to their feet, white-faced and wide-eyed.

His fists clenched.

“We will stop these sorcerers. I give you my word.”