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Admin looking for love! - c.sainz

Day 17 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Why did Alex Albon feel the need to post you on his story as a ‘lonely woman looking for love’? And why did Carlos Sainz dm you after it?

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alexalbon

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alexalbon: Are you a Monaco man looking for love? Look no further! Presenting Y/n Y/l/n, a lonely woman looking for love! She's a williams marketing manager (and also my assistant sometimes!), she drives a motorbike, and she's super mean but sometimes really nice! (Real enquiries only, don't be a creep please :) @/really/n

user63: I know Y/n is LIVID rn.

reallyy/n: alex albon, I will kill you with my bare hands don't pull this shit with me right now.

lilymhe: DOG HOUSE -> alexablon: COME ON I'M TRYING TO HELP HER -> reallyy/n: Alex start running. -> alexalbon: you're literally in england right now -> reallyy/n: boarding my plane to monaco. -> alexalbon: FUCK.

oscarpiastri: when do we get you back to the psych ward @/alexalbon ? -> landonorris: Don't make fun of your elders, at least let him leave instagram with a little bit of dignity.

georgerussell: Mate, take it down already she's going to hurt you -> alexalbon: I don't know how, she usually does my social media :(

zhouguanyo: awful choice, I posted her once and she took away all internet devices and made me think about what I'd done for 4 hours (aka staring at a wall for 4 hours). -> alexalbon: YIKES Y/N I'M SORRY PLZ

user46: she's so pretty

user97: QUEEN Y/N

user56: thank you alex for these CRUMBS of y/n please make her get on the podium if williams stops fucking around

user267: SHE'S GORGEOUS WTF liked by carlos sainz

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f1gossip

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f1gossip: Williams CMO (chief marketing officer) Y/n Y/l/n was auctioned off today by none other than Alex Albon. In an instagram post he said: Are you a Monaco man looking for love? Look no further! Presenting Y/n Y/l/n, a lonely woman looking for love! She's a williams marketing manager, she drives a motorbike, and she's super mean but sometimes really nice! (Real enquiries only, don't be a creep please :)

user47: why is she so gorgeous she looks like a fucking WAG liked by carlossainz

user88: Is that not alex's WAG? ->user67: no she just works for williams and they're close.

user99: HOW IS SHE SO PRETTY WHAT

user75: she's such a queen

user33: If i had a face like that I'd be a model! -> user22: RIGHT? LIKE SHE'S SOOOO GORG

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You knocked on Alex's door with as much force as you could. Why the fuck would he post that? It was all over the internet- you were all over the internet. Every F1 gossip page was shipping you with some random driver, or some random f1-adjacent celebrity. You were livid, and rightfully so. He had no reason to do anything like this, to pull a stunt like that. Honestly, you could just kill him-

"Hello?" Alex grimaced as he stared at you. He knew all hell was about to break loose.

"Alexander Phillipe Albon Ansusinha," you spoke calmly, too calmly. His stomach turned. "Give me your phone."

he handed it over, no question, no hassle.

You quickly deleted the post, deleted instagram, then turned his phone off completely. From inside your bag, you handed him a nokia flip phone. "It already has everyones numbers on it. Don't fucking try to buy a new one, or else I'll freeze all of your cards. Understand?"

He nodded, accepting his fate. "Understand."

"Don't ever pull some shit like that again, alright?" you scolded.

He nodded, his head down. "I got some responses..." he mumbled after a few seconds of silence.

"Alex-!" you were completely prepared to fully scream at him, but suddenly the door behind you swung open and revealed Carlos Sainz. He looked dumbfounded by the two of you and went red. "I'm sending you for 4 weeks worth of mandatory PR training," you turned back to Alex. "I'm so sick of your shit. Between this and Franco's inability to keep it in his pants, I'll be backlogged till Christmas. Just stop causing trouble, ok?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Ok."

You turned back to Carlos. "Sorry about the noise."

He shook his head. "No, that's alright."

"Did you need something?" Alex asked.

Carlos shook his head, his eyes trained on you.

You. He'd seen you around the paddock for years. He'd watched you from afar, unaware of his growing feelings for you until they sucker-punched him in the face about 4 months ago when he was visiting the williams HQ to finish up the contract signing, and there you were in that gorgeous black dress. He couldn't even talk to you. It was embarrassing.

"Alright, well, goodbye Alex, bye Carlos," you smiled at the both of them (the smile Alex got was a bit more disingenuous than the one you gave Carlos) and off you went.

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He knew he had to do something before someone else swooped in. He knocked on Alex's door, more nervous than he thought he'd be.

"Hey Carlos-" Alex smiled.

"Is Y/n single?"

Alex smirked. "She is, yeah."

"May I have her number?"

"Yes Carlos," Alex has the smuggest smirk he'd ever seen. "Yes you may."

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It had been quite the day. You'd been catching up with friends when Carlos fucking Sainz texted you, and then you were on your way to a date with him.

What a fucking day.

You finished up you makeup just as the doorbell rang, and you smiled when you opened it. There he was, standing there with a big bunch of flowers and a goofy smile.

"Hi," you smiled. "Come in."

"Hi," he smiled back. "I got these for you."

He handed over the flowers and you grinned at him. "Thank you, that was very thoughtful."

"Pretty girls deserve pretty flowers," he shrugged.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, and you absented yourself to put the flowers in water.

"So, what do you like to do?" He asked, coming up behind you.

"I like films, I like to ride my bike, I like reading, I like motorsport, I like a lot of things. You?"

"Well, I love motorsports, obviously, and I love golf as well," he smirked at the way you grimaced. "Not a golf fan?"

"It's just a little bit boring for me," you admitted. "I do play tennis and padel though. And I played volleyball back when I was in college."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to make you like golf," he smirked.

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reallyy/n

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reallyy/n: alex albon-> part time f1 driver, full time matchmaker apparently. happy 6 months @/carlossainz (still hate golf btw)

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cherriesxinthespring · 9 months ago

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WASTELAND, BABY!– ellie williams x reader

hi! I'm writing a new series that happens after the events of TLOU II. it's an enemies to lovers. A story about ellie eventually finding happiness and love again. She finds her light; and so do you.

Before you read the summary– please read this. Free Palestine. Do not consume tlou fanfics without educating yourself about its zionist themes.

this story is only posted on ao3. read it here.

*SUMMARY: You had decided to give life one last try. That was it. After the events in The Last of Us Part II, Ellie decides that the only way to find peace is to turn herself in to the fireflies. She finds a lead; they tell her to find you, a young woman who wanders around with no purpose. When she eventually does, you refuse to tell her where the fireflies are; if she finds them, everything that you did in your past would've been for nothing.

You embark on a journey together, walking through rain, snow and through the darkest places this cruel world has to offer. What neither of you expect, broken and traumatized, is to find the light again in each other.

"For the world is Hell, and people are on the one hand the tormented souls and on other the devils in it." (Schopenhauer, On the suffering of the world)

LINKS: read it here. playlist.

C.W/GENERAL TAGS: enemies to lovers, AFAB reader, eventual smut, gun violence, ellie kinda kidnaps you?, suicidal ideation (both ellie and reader), r! is wounded, PTSD and trauma, triggering flashbacks. canon violence in the game, depression. overall heavy themes, but happy ending i promise!

CHAPTER 1: One last try. You encounter Ellie. She follows the trail of blood you were leaving. You refuse to give her the information she wants. So, she drags you through the entire state of Montana. "You’re bold for someone unarmed and bruised, with a gun pointed to their head"

CHAPTER 2: Courage, dear heart. A small flame inside you ignites. you finally have a purpose; to mislead her, and to escape from her. You come up with a plan, and that involves earning her trust. just enough until she becomes sloppy. But you can't let her see your skills; she might see you as a threat. That plan quickly goes to waste when you encounter a large group of clickers.

“I could kill you right now,” she said, holding your own knife against your throat. Her knuckles were white from how much force she was using. Her features were almost unrecognisable. “Then you’d break your promise,” you said. “Promises mean nothing in this world.”

CHAPTER 3: No one left to sing to The rain doesn't stop, so you and this strange girl are forced to stay inside the cave. You're feverish, disoriented. After a conversation in which she mentions the fireflies, you decide to go through her journal to find answers. And you do.

"Are you a firefly?" she asked, like she had just read your mind, or you were thinking out loud. “not a firefly,” you said. you held back a laugh, but she saw the flash of a smirk. You, the reason why they were gone after Salt Lake City, a firefly. “Definitely not.” you paused. “are you?” you asked. “No.”

CHAPTER 4– Your blinding light (flashback chapter)

Summer 2033, Boston QZ You waited for Hannah to come to you. Life in the QZ was simple for you; being confined in between four walls, listening to your mom's Beatles cassettes, and sneaking out past curfew. That is, until your mom slowly starts abandoning you. "Maybe Hannah was the only one you had, after all"

CHAPTER 5– This darkness i'm condemned to

Ellie and you finally reach the nearest town. And your plan is successful; you finally lead her to danger. What you failed to account for is that this danger can harm you, too.

“took them out right?" you said, trying to test the waters. Trying to sound lighthearted, but failing completely at it. "Damn right you did," she said.

CHAPTER 6– The injury of finally knowing

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silvyavan · 4 months ago

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Yuno Grinbellior: Fall From Class Solidarity Grace

This has been a LONG time coming when it comes to Yuno's character, all the power ups and hellacious writing involved with said character. This actually had me re-reading Black Clover just to compile this callout/thesis/whatever the hell this is.

Hypothesis: Yuno's character arc and symbolic meaning got absolutely ruined in Spade arc, on the entire series premises even, to the point where he went from class ally to class traitor. From "You don't have to have massive capital or a prestigious family to have lots of mana and worth" to "Being born to privilege literally gets you everywhere in life".

And even if its not, Yuno's character arc ends up being "always at the important events, never where it matters the most".

ARC 1: THE GRAND ELF ARC AND THE SET UP TO THE CHARACTER.

One of the pivotal moments of the early series is the Magic Knights Exam and how it ends. The choice between captains is arguably the best metaphor for how Asta and Yuno's rivalry feels scuffed and represents that, in a world where mana is everything, big mana DOES get you in high places, even if you're unaware of it.

When Yuno gets his turn to see which captains would want him, all of them raise their hands and he even has the option to choose the best ranked squad, Golden Dawn, a squad that is already built upon with SEVERAL noble houses supporting it, including the Wizard King's own support, and with a repertoire of big mana bitches. Yuno, who symbolises the 4 leaf clover and all the mana and perceived pedigree that comes from it, has the chance to go into a squad that is exclusive only to nobles.

Asta, however, is the more realistic approach of someone who starts from the bottom up and has nothing, as no squads raise their hands because they want him and the only option he DOES have is the squad that's at the bottom of the barrel/with the worst reputation.

This is important because this is aligned with the next instance we'll talk about: Star Festival.

The Star Festival literally has this shit said outright: even if you take THE worst squad out of the gutter and work to the point of disability and get borderline killed trying to protect your country, the squad full of nobles who have:

1) an environment where its much easier to gain achievements (GD being located in Kiten, near the border between Diamond and often attacked, even getting Spade spies, thus making nation relevant achievements is surprisingly easy),

2) more resources and funding due to nepotism and support from rich family members ( having many noble families who can afford tutors, training, education and even connections into getting into squads, often even allowing immediate medical care in case of emergencies), and

3) implicit connections with the higher ups in the government (William being from the same squad where Julius, current wizard king was, the ENTIRE judicial court of Clover being royalists/pro noble faction, likely having relatives in GD)

will still achieve better results for less effort. Asta still has to work harder than Yuno, just for 2nd place. Black Bulls squad can literally save villages and towns, stop foreign invasions and terrorists and they still don't get as much payback as the squad made up entirely from connections, money and massive mana prowess. Is the GD still also doing the same things as the Black Bulls? Yeah, but if you look at the point distributions, Golden Dawn gets SEVERAL per missions/events, with a Spade Kingdom officer being a whole 5 stars.

It's the most obvious metaphor and it leaves a bitter taste in one's mouth, since one of the key notions that one usually gets from the rivalry between Asta and Yuno is that its a friendly rivalry that isn't inherently favored in one direction. And this, and many OTHER instances shown later in the story are testament that that's not true.

Even though Asta and Yuno both qualify for the Royal Knights position, what happened at the actual tournament, concerning Langris, feels like a statement of Yuno throwing away any attempt of principles. Yuno was THERE when Langris went off the deep end, and this guy is his vice captain. Even agrees with Klaus that something is definitely off. But he makes no attempt to actually stop him. Luck, Magna, Noelle, Charmy and Asta all jump in to try and stop him. EVEN JULIUS comes in to try and stop him, so any statement of "he's his superior, he can't go against him" can't hold ground because Julius' judgement clearly says that hes got issues, so I doubt Langris would have grounds in trying to discipline Yuno for "insubordination".

Like, maybe it's just me, but if you see your vice captain go off the deep end and try to kill a contestant from a different squad AFTER its been announced he won, you should probably stop him for both their sakes.

Yuno doesn't, NOBODY from Golden Dawn does, what does that speak on what they view as "going too far"?

And when the match between Asta's and Langris' team ends in a draw, and in a show of solidarity, all the Knights come to Asta to support him, Yuno is... not part of the crowd. People like Klaus, Hamon and Mimosa from the Golden Dawn are. So you've got people from ALL OTHER squads, who don't even know Asta, coming in to his metaphorical support. Its almost out of place how he's not even coming over there, compared to the previous volumes where he was, in fact there.

This just keeps going on until the actual Elf incident, where it feels like Tabata finally remembers "oh yeah, Yuno and Asta are kinda supposed to be friends", and Yuno is immediately worried for Asta in comparison to the previous arcs where he's kind of aloof with him. Can the aloofness be part of the respect for him? Maybe, but this is only because we keep having places where Asta and Yuno are together in a situation. Spade Arc is not like that.

ARC 2: SPADE ARC AND THE FUCK UPS

Spade Arc, has, for the major part except for 2 instances, been an arc that keeps hammering in that Yuno is continuing the saga of acting like the first 15 years of his life mean jackshit.

Yuno is now Vice Captain, has a fanclub and seems to be acting like William is some important figure to him. And all of this feels like absolute lip service.

Vice Captain because Langris stepped down and naturally they needed someone reliable but there's plenty of other, more higher ranking and experienced brigade Knights who could have taken over the responsibilities (assuming that the position isn't just some "second strongest in the building" ranking, and has actual paperwork, responsibilities, workload, etc). So Yuno, getting the position when he's been a Knight for only 2 years, feels like a weird choice and doesn't even give a show of "mana may not be the same, but effort is". They just put any big mana bitch in charge. Even some of the GD only refer to his phenomenal magic as the show of good characteristics.

Yuno and Asta, assuming they both have the same amount of missions and effort put into this, would've had the same position if it wouldn't have been for the Court Rulings and Banishment. And that's what makes Yuno being Vice Captain rather unbelievable or just straight up condescending. Even if the Court Ruling DIDNT apply, it makes no sense for the position to be given to someone who's been in the magic Knights for about 2 years.

The fan club, again, feels like a superficial way to state that "people like Yuno". Yuno is considered handsome, yes, but a fan club usually can't survive off of being handsome alone. There's no actual show of when, how or why this club formed. It sure as hell couldn't have formed in 6 months, even if they're made up of civilians as well. I know the anime has made some supplementary episode on this, but again, the "we accept you" moment feels backhanded.

We know Charlotte has a fan club, but they're all part of her squad. We're not given any example if there's civilians in her fanclub, or if there are other fanclubs dedicated to other famous magic knights.

Even if there wasn't any animosity, for these people to take like a year to accept a new recruit? This fanclub feels more like a representation of actual Yuno fans than a statement that people like Yuno.

The solidarity between him and William. My brother in Clover, where did all of this come from. I'm pretty sure Yuno would've been more pissed about the fact that William chose Yuno because of the elf soul in him. He's not, maybe he doesn't care, but there's not... a whole lot of ANYTHING. It's another case of tell and not show, but maybe because of the timeskip, it feels a bit fake.

The worst of it is, arguably, the moment where he calls out the Captains for keeping William at arms length for the Elf incident.

I want to remind yall, All Of Yall, that the Elf incident didn't just possess the Knights of Golden Dawn, but also EVERYONE ELSE IN THE MAGIC KNIGHTS. 3 (4 if you count Kaiser) WHOLE captains got possessed, SEVERAL vice captains and many other Knights who started blowing shit up all over the kingdom. Patri "killed" Julius in front of Yami, Fuegoleon got ROBBED AND LOST AN ARM due to machinations of the Midnight Sun, Nozel almost DIED in front of his family during the incident, and Jack pretty much had to go and juggle all this shit as the only other non possessed Captain besides Yami in dealing in this.

Like YEAH, no SHIT that they haven't forgiven him, this affected EVERYONE'S bodily autonomy, health and survival. William, bless this homosexual, is a war criminal and I'm pretty sure the Court Rulings, while politically sane, was the only reason his ass wasn't on trial. It's been 6 months, yeah, but the incident has made everyone's life in some way harder and the kingdom's stability worse. They have the right to be mad about this. Even Yuno admits it, he can't blame them for the animosity but at the same time, he's acting like them being mad about it is unwarranted.

Yuno, your autism is bad, I understand, but look back, literally less than 30 chapters ago, and ask yourself, would you be mad as fuck at your coworker if they almost killed everyone? Yes? Because as far as I'm concerned, the moment between Yami, William and Tiny Julius was a closed incident, one that did not have other captains involved. They did not see that shit, maybe they were briefed, but the emotional turmoil was absolutely necessary about this. We're not given the briefing of the captains when William would have had to come clean in front of them. Wish we did, considering how it would've made this moment much more cathartic.

But all this is not the worst offence to Yuno's character. The Prince revelation is.

The thing is, up until this arc, Yuno's behavior might be a bit off putting, but he's still technically a peasant who just so happens to have a lot of mana. The talent and mana was more so his and his alone. His talent made from effort, his mana who he just so happened to he born with. No fancy family, no fancy secret heritage. Just pure, raw autism fueled power.

The Prince revelation essentially smacks it all off of the table and just makes the excuse "of course Yuno is talented and full of mana, he's Foreign Royalty!". Hell, fucking NOZEL makes a "that explains everything" statement.. It's disheartening, cheap and just makes any effort that Yuno previously put into honing his skills feel fake. It is arguably the reason I pray that Asta never gets any secret family bloodline, because its souring the whole character arc and if Asta got that, Tabata might as well cancel the series because that would be a slap to the face for those who wanted Asta to be a winning underdog.

ARC 3: THE PEDESTAL OF BEING IMPORTANT BUT NOT INVOLVED.

This arc has lasted, maybe a bit over 30 chapters (332-369), and it has made not one good thing about Yuno.

Remember the statement I made previously? "Always in the middle of important events, but never when it really matters"? Yeah, no arc shows it as much as this one.

The start of this arc is Lucius attacking Asta's promotion celebration party, a long awaited party to celebrate Asta getting Senior Magic Knight, First Class. 3rd overall, and first in that ranking, essentially saying that Asta's next position would be Grand Magic Knight. In the same title, Fuegoleon says that Asta and Yuno SHOULD have been on the same ranking as Grand Magic Knights, but doesn't say why. Even so, they're not at a relatively similar position of ranking. Most Knights in this ranking are either captains or vice captain level.

This is, naturally, an important event. Orsi, Lily and the kids from the church are there! The captains are there! But not Yuno.

It's implied that Yuno got to Grand Magic Knight within the timeskip, and Asta only managed to get Senior Magic Knight after he was pardoned. But even so, Asta went and celebrated and congratulated it with Yuno. We don't see Yuno's reaction. Only the statement that Asta was always ahead of him. It sounds like ignorance of privilege at this point.

Yuno was out because he, the Golden members and Black Bull members, who have experience with devil activity, were away to investigate it. Unfortunate, but hopeful thinking makes you wonder if he had plans to congratulate Asta after the party, or come in late but still in time for it.

The reality of the matter is that Yuno showed up after the party, after Lucius went and fought Asta and missing quite literally everything. He even says that the attack Adrammelech planned was a feint. Was he not considering the idea that maybe if this was a feint, then something WORSE is going on somewhere else??? Even more so that he went and obliterated high ranking devils in an instant. Hell, with them all gathering in the min hall, it gives the impression that Yuno arrived to this meeting late enough for everyone to gather.

It's almost as if they're treating Yuno's reaction to the events are more important than, you know, actually participating in the events. Noelle and Nero had experience in devils too, but they didn't participate. They actually went and tried to help Asta when he was down! Even the Captains got out to try and help! And yet for Yuno, he's just reacting to it with the promise of vengeance, when nobody knows if vengeance will actually bring Asta back.

This isn't the only moment either. The magic Knights tournament, the golden dawn massacre, and this is a trend in Yuno being involved in the important and big battles, sure, but he's never in the moments that matter in terms of showing the actual presence of the character or weight to the plot. He's almost like a filler character who only shows up in major incidents at this point. Fucking SEKKE has more emotional weight to the plot at this point (I jest but what if).

The arc is, at this point, still ongoing and MAYBE the current state of Yunos character will change (I pray).

But, if I had to give my two cents, my idea of what would make Yuno's character more solid would be the contrast of Yuno who has all the gifts and Yuno who's only got his effort left.

That is to say, put Yuno in a situation where his efforts and abilities are put to the test by reducing/negating his powerups.

One version of this, is that Lucius somehow gets close enough to reach his soul, Elf Yuno takes the brunt to save Yuno, and now Yuno is down to only his Star Grimoire.

Another version, is that Adrammelech vs Yuno happens.

Yuno vs Adrammelech where Adrammelechs (supposed or proposed) Sun magic cancels out Star magic and his wind magic is entirely limited. A fight where Yuno can't rely on his massive magic to fight Adrammelech and can only use weapons made from spirit magic and wind as agility against him.

"Take away the talent and magic and what are you left with" type of fight. It would also add some zest to Adrammelech if he's fighting Yuno PURPOSEFULLY, to separate Asta and him from the fight with Lucius and make it an Asta vs Lucius Rematch while holding his own rematch with Yuno.

If its not, then having the Lucius vs Asta and Yuno might be more of a redemption scenario to Yuno missing the key moments of the party fight. Like how Yuno on his own is kinda struggling due to Lucius using numbers, Asta on his own needed to have hostages used against him. But if they both show up at the same time, then they can counter each others weaknesses.

Those are just some possibilities, and I have no idea how Tabata is gonna spin this, but fuck! Let's hope he doesn't fumble!

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elliesstrapon · 1 year ago

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Swan Princess

! Desperate Ellie Williams ! x Princess Reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Part 2 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

If your planning on reading, please read part 1 first<3

✧˚ · . Summary: You figured out the unresolved romantic tension between you and Ellie had through out your teen years, you're figuring things out; a wedding on its way.

✧˚ · . Warnings: Desperate Ellie, Ellie trying to make things right, light make out scenes, soulmates, rejection, numerous time skips, marriage, swearing, slow burn NOT proofread.

Enjoy! <3

You'd come down from your high, your very exposed and weak body laying on the couch next to Ellie, her hands massaging your body as you rested your head on her shoulder, still in after shock of the crime to your 13 year old self you'd just commited. Though you were relaxed, you had so many questions. "Why did I do that?" You gasped, hands clasping over your mouth, your eyes wide. "Uh, what?" Ellie asked, furrowing her brows. "Ellie! I just had sex with you, what the fuck?" You cried. Looking down at the mess you'd made across the room; clearly have gone too many rounds than you should've. "You said you wanted to show me who was boss—"

"Don't! Shut it!" You angrily yelled. Still trying to be nice, only years of history that you always wanted to kill eachother. "I need to leave" you sighed, not even wanting to face her anymore, all you could see when you closed your eyes were her her hands all over your body, it made you sick.

"What— why?!" She asked, "Ellie, this is abnormal—" you put your hand to your forehead, rubbing it lightly, trying to remove the unholy visions from your thoughts. "Can we please talk about what happened?" She begged, her hair a mess from your doing. You heaved another sigh. "Fine" you put on you bra, slowly clothing yourself as Ellie spoke. "What does this... What just happened, I mean, mean?" She looked down, fidgeting with her sticky hands. "Ellie I don't know." You said aggravated. "It was.. I was being impulsive, I don't know what that was, or why I did it." You slipped on your panties. Adjusting your many necklaces before seating next to her on the couch. "So you did all that out of pity?" Her eyes moving around the room unable to maintain eye contact. "That's not what I'm saying, I'm just, confused." You fell back on the arm of the couch. "I don't know how I feel..." You said, knowing in the back of your mind you'd just had the most life changing sex known to the world. "But I know how I feel." Her voice hoarse. "Oh, really?" You sat up. "Yes, really" she said. "So I should forgive you for being an asshole because I had sex with you" her breath hitched. "Why would you, if you had no feelings for me?" Ellie raised her eyebrow."I already told you, I don't know" you crossed your arms. "Why not? You can't just—" you paused her. "Can't just what? Have sex with you? You can't just catch feelings and just expect me to suddenly fall head over heels." You frowned, her eyes fixated on her hands again. You almost felt bad. She suddenly opened her mouth, closing it again, "what is it?" You asked. "Can't we just start over" she pleaded, her eyes clearly filled with guilt. "Ellie you're making this so fucking hard" you sighed. "Start over how?" You questioned. "I'll treat you right." She frowned, her hands finding your thighs, massaging them softly. "Uh huh.." you raised a brow. Suddenly taking notice of the sun rise. "Oh shit—" you gasped. Looking at the grandfather clock propped up against the wall by the locked door to the tea room. "It's 6 AM already?" You got up quickly. "I left Elisa— fuck" you sighed. "I could take you home" she stood up, remembering how tall she was. You heart clenched. "Come on" she grabbed your hand, your lower abdomen fluttering as she warily walked you up to her room. She opened her door, closing it quietly behind her. "I'll get you one of my old gowns, assuming it'll fit you—" you stopped her. "No it's okay, I can just wear whatever you wear.." you averted your gaze to the guitar at the corner of your room that hadn't been there two years ago. "I see you've found a new hobby?" You joked. "Shh" she laughed, pulling out suit bottoms and a blouse, "thanks," you said, turning to look at the mess you were in the mirror. "I'm fucked"

"technically you were" she teased. "Har-har" you rolled your eyes, slipping on the clothes she'd given you, "it'll have to do" you sighed, wiping off the rest of your make up and taking off your tiara, leaving it on her vanity. "Elisa's gonna be so pissed" you frowned, taking off the pearls, only keeping the locket your father had given you. "Who's this Elisa?" She asked, a strange tone behind the question. "You jealous" you joked. "What?! No— who is she?"she inquired again. "My friend. I came as her plus one before— the unfortunate chain of events.." you trailed off. "Mhm" she shook her head. "I have to go now, seriously" you said sternly. "Right" she awkwardly opened the door for you "Thank you" You couldn't imagine what you were doing, all that hatred just for you both to just get absolutely ruined? You followed her down the hallways, still forcing yourself to not throw the nearest thing to you at her. Once you'd gotten outside a carriage was already waiting for you, "Well, alright then.." you got upon it. "I guess.. uh, have a nice... Rest of your week?" You improvised, impulsively putting words together. "Sure" she looked at the ground kicking her feet, you hasn't realized how shy she was under all that... Assholeness. "Wait" she called. "Yes?" You turned your head towards her. "Come by... Next week— Friday." She demanded. "What for?" You asked. "Just do it" she said sternly, to which you listened.

The week had flown by before Friday had arrived, you once more in your fancy dresses and tiaras. You pulled up your shawl as you arrived at the castle, your father unknowing of it all. She stood there to greet you, a shy look on your face, you had to admit besides all her horrid manners and history with you, she'd been adorably trying to make it up to you, sending flowers to your castle all week, sending her the songs she'd been working on dedicated to you. It made you feel so loved despite how much you felt hated by her before. She waved. "Hello" you smiled. Still awkward. "Can I know, why you needed me here now?" She helped you down the carriage. "Not just yet" Her voice was raspy, a tint of happiness between her eyes. "That's weird" you crossed your arms. "Who tells someone to be over, and then not have them know why" you followed her into the castle. "It's... A surprise." She played with her fingers. "Sure" you rolled your eyes, "you'll like it" she insisted, leading you into the castle gardens, the bright tulips and daffodils covering the ground in colorful bliss. "Alright" you grinned, following her to the center feild, a picnic blanket set out with fruits and crabcakes dispatched. "Oh my goodness!" You clasped your hands over your lips that hung wide. "How'd you know—" you asked foolishly. "Dumbass" she slipped. "Oh, fuck you" you laughed, running excitedly to the blanket. Patting her to sit by you. "I love it" your eyes softened when she flashed a toothy grin.

You stuffed your face with the mini sandwiches, laughing at her remarks, sharing silly stories from the days you'd been at eachothers throats, and her hands pointing at the weird beauty marks she'd always hated when she was younger. "Seriously?" You choked on a few strawberries "Seriously!—" she chuckled. "It made me hate you so much" you laughed at her, tackling her over, your gown swallowing her lower body whole. "Bet you don't feel that way now" you pinned her shoulders down, smirking at her, letting the past slip away like a sail boat. "Yes, it's quite the contrary, actually." Her hands holding your hips in place. "Funny" you leaned in subconsciously, tucking her hair behind her ear. "What do you really like about me?" You inquired. She massaged your thighs from under the soft fabric. "You're difficult" she grinned. "What are you saying?" You raised a brow, taking it offensively. "Not like that!" She denied quickly. "I just like how you have strong opinions and are not afraid to prove people wrong" She explained, "really?" You asked, red covering your face like the ice that spreads through lakes and rivers. "Yes! Dina always liked that about you, now that I think of it." She trailed off. Your face only getting closer, your lips only mere inches apart, the warm breath spreading through the negative space. You connected your lips, warm and tasting like berries when you licked her bottom lip, your lower abdomen tingling when she held your waist like a mere object. "Mm~" your moan muffled in her mouth as she explored yours like she hadn't a million times the weekend prior, like it was her first time again, you held her cheeks tightly. Her grip around you only increasing for you deepening the kiss each time she tilted her head, your necklace swinging against her neck, hitting her like tiny needles, her groans vibrating through it. Her hands roamed your body, the dress sliding and hooking up on her light unnoticeable hairs that stood up, the trembling making her goosebumps act up as you desperately grinded your hips up on her, riding her ever so slightly while the friction built up, her needy moans and desire filled whines increasing with her nails continuing to leave half moons in your hips like hickeys. You lazily trailed kisses down her neck, sucking occasionally, licking each and every bite mark easing the pain as she winced at it. "Fuck" she panted. Her fingers tangled in your hair and every moan slightly louder than the last. "You're so cute it's destroying my thought process" you seductively whispered in her ear, the truth only spilling out more to her soft intricate moans, her eye lashes twitching closed. Her words became uncoordinated, your name only watering out like a stream, the mess of your hair, and your dress tipping over the basket of berries. "Shit" you jolted. "Forget 'bout it." Her voice was raspy, needy and her hands were playing with the insides of your thighs, so desperately trying to stop herself from massaging your clit till you couldn't move. You continued to build up the friction, tracing bite marks down her collar bone, a pattern erupting from your lipglass stained teeth, her legs trembling uncontrollably. "God I can't —" Ellie pleaded. "More—" she begged, her hands squeezing your thighs, the heat between her legs growing as you messily made out with her. Your smirk growing against her lips when you felt her arching her back towards you. You'd had your fun, flipping off of her to lay beside her. "Agh, what the fuck?!" She cried, "sorry" you laughed, her complaints filling the spring air. "You are not" she rolled her eyes. "And youre not wrong" you played with her hair. Your smile growing wider.

It had been months since the encounter, your constant stays at her castle, your love struck gaze at her when she played the guitar for you instead of how she used to practice her archery on a dumb outdated drawing of you. You'd almost completely fell for her, luckily; Elisa forgave you, overjoyed about your current love life and how happy and comfortable you were, Ellie meant more to you than you ever thought she would. You held hands in the streets, ate dinner on a weekendly basis, went on late night walks together, attended events, and suddenly two years ago didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was she'd changed, and happily the idea of being with someone you'd known inside and out your whole life kept you at ease. So when it came to the idea of proposing , the idea of being together, for the rest of your lives, ideally, it would've been the perfect response to say yes. You knew you felt strongly about her. Regardless of what'd happened, you learned to embrace it. You just weren't ready, walking through the forest between your kingdoms, she'd asked, "how would you feel if we... I don't know, were engaged again?" She asked shyly, her hand holding yours tightly in fear. "Uhm.. I don't know.. I'm not sure if I'd even want that to happen" you replied, honestly. "Why not?" Her tone changed suddenly, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Well I don't know.. I'm just... Not ready.. I mean, it's only been a few months that we've... Felt this way?" You struggled to put into words, her coming to an abrupt stop to cross her arms, letting go of your hand. "Are you seriously upset over something like that?" You asked, "Not upset, just confused, what's to think about?" She asked curiously, a lace of subtle rudeness behind the calm tone she kept. "What do you mean what's there to think about?" You rebuttaled. "Well I mean, we've known eachother all our lives and I know I love you, so what's stopping us?" She raised a brow. "Well, I don't know, maybe the fact I hated you for over 15 years, before all of a sudden changing my mind about you entirely, how do I know I'm making the right choice?" You raised your voice a bit, your fingers rubbing your forehead in unease. "I already apologized!" She exclaimed, frustrated. "Apologizing doesn't magically take back what happened!" You pursed your lips. "Well no shit! If I could take back what happened I would've already, Y/n, what else do you want me to do?" She raised her arms, "what, is the mutual hatred, well over two years old stopping you, really?" She asked sincerely. "Yes, Ellie, it is!" You darted your eyes. "How?!"

"Well for starters you called me a whore, you actively made a fool of me right infront of my face—" she cut you off, "we were kids!" She defended. "But you thought that all true at some point!" Your eyes warming, tears forming at the corners. "That time I walked in on you going at it" "Oh please! You did it too" she face palmed. "Well it's not like we had anything between us then" you said angrily. "So why are you so pissed?!" She asked. "I don't know Ellie, Fuck!" You sighed. "I'm figuring things out, okay?" You sniffed, wiping your nose of the snot. "I just wanna know why you're so mad over shit that's quite literally older than us" she rolled her eyes. "Ellie, the only reason we know what we do about eachother is because we were at some point gonna use it against eachother, does that not make a point? Our whole relationship is formed off of our hurtful actions towards eachother, how do I know that won't happen again if we get married?" You sobbed. "Why would that ever fucking happen?" She bit at her fingertips, threatening for the skin to bleed. "Because of this! Now! Ellie, this isn't smart." You played with your locket. "What, the fact we love eachother?" She scoffed. "That's bullshit" she looked to the castle in the far distance. "What the fuck?" You looked up at her. "Yeah, that's right." She spat. "We've had sex more than I can count, we've gone on over 15 dates and you've said you love me every day I can count we've spent together, and you can't say yes to a simple question, because you're scared that I haven't changed?" She asked. "It's not that simple." You heaved a breath you had trouble holding in for the longest time. "Then do you want to marry me or not?!" She forced, "No!" You cried. Her breath hitched, eyes glistening, tears threatening to fall from her cheeks onto the dirty ground that your dress'd been stained by. "Alright then," her voice shakey and pained, your heart shattering at her cold tone. "I can't do this, Y/n" she sighed. "If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." She walked away, every leaf and branch in the forest crinkling like the pieces of your heart against the aggressive footsteps of her heeled boots. "Fuck" you sobbed. You must've blacked out on the long way back to your castle, your hair rough and your dress dirty, every jewel not as shiny as when you entered the forest before exiting,

You layed motionless in the fancy bath tub, pitying your existence, the mistake and words you'd said crossing your mind repeatedly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid" you gritted between your teeth, "I'm so stupid" you squeezed the water out your hair. "Princess, are you alright?" A maid asked, opening the restroom door. "Yes I am fine." You lied. Watching her close the door after shaking her head in unease. You layed there a bit longer, your mind going over the events over and over. You thought you might die, thinking how things might've never gone back to the way they were, it made your eyes well up with wet and hurtful tears. You hadn't even gotten to tell your father before it all collapsed in on your parade, perhaps a small price you had to pay for your impulsivity. You sighed, emptying the bathtub. Maybe it'd been the fear, or maybe in the back of your mind the thought you still might hate her creeping in, regardless, it was terrifying how you ruined everything within the span of 10 minutes, because of a dumb fear that you understood her point of view from. Considering the fact you'd known eachother all your lives, your love for her so strong, and your lives werent getting any longer, so you didn't understand. Every inch of your body tense. Missing her magical fingers rubbing every inch of your body. You wanted to go after her, tell her you were sorry and wanted, no, needed her back, you dried your hair, your locket tarnishing over time at the bottom of the heart, your nightgown long, things felt boring, if you could take things back you would've taken them now, kiss her and tell her you wanted to keep going, you didn't get how she couldn't understand your fear. She didn't get the love you shared for her. It made you crumble.

It wasn't like you were never going to marry her, the thought crossed your mind, walking to your desk at the corner of your room just to sit and stare at nothing but the swans from outside the window at the other end of the room. Your father walked in, knocking the door lightly. "Hey, Love" He smiled. "Oh, hey Papa" you forced a grin. "What's wrong, my dear?" His smile disappearing just as fast as it appeared. "It's.. hard to explain" your heart only hurting more. "Nothings too hard for me to understand. Come" he patted the spot beside him on your bed, insisting on comforting you out of your depressive episode.

You jumped out of the chair, walking lazily to sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Me and Ellie've been seeing eachother." You sighed, feeling the breath catch in his lungs. "How come?" He asked. "There was just... Something there, y'know?" You frowned, tears prickling at your waterline. "It was something about our history, how she couldn't marry someone else knowing I knew everything about her, and frankly, I agree." You shivered, your father wrapping his arm around you. "Well, what's so bad about that? The wedding may be in order again—" he quickly said, excitement in his tone. "No— that's just it! I'm not ready to marry her, Papa." You cried. "Why so?" He calmed. "It's only been 7 months, compared to 17 years of hate, it's hard to believe it won't happen again, especially since she got so mad at the fact I wasn't ready.. it's like anything I do that'll displease her will make it all happen again, this." You explained. "I once told you that's apart of relationships" you father said sternly. "If you truly love eachother, you'll understand one another, the pain will be worth it in the end, give it some time, darling." He smiled, hugging you tightly, "thanks papa." You sniffed into his shoulder. Laughing at his overused jokes.

You'd woken up the next morning, figuring out ways in which you could heal your relationship, make things better and help her understand you'd want to marry her, just not, now. You wrote letter after letter, your hair still a mess from your deep slumber that night. Each and every letter just not right as you threw them out repeatedly. You groaned, throwing your head back on your leathery white chair. "God" you resented yourself for what'd happened, you couldn't help but think Ellie felt that way about you now. She hated you before, it could've easily happened again. You'd decided a well needed visit to Elisa would make you feel... Better. You did your hair into a bun, slipping one of your signature blue dresses. Packing your clutch. You'd hoped she'd be home, knowing her family was in a big trading industry, she was traveling the sea almost every month, you headed north of the castle, going through another half of the forest you had barely been before in your coazy carriage, the men upfront guiding the horses talking unnecessarily loudly, it made you laugh.

A little over an hour later had gone, arriving in her village, the wealthiest of people roaming the street like a circus, you felt average upon them, like you weren't a princess at all, with their fancy gowns and parasols. You halted at her estate, the mansion bigger than the rest, gold accents around every window. You didn't get what hee family did for a living, to get to where she was, Infact, you didn't think it was capable if not royal. You waved the guards a thank you and small goodbye, knocking on Elisa's door, that was so much taller than you, you thought her whole mansion was over 100 mini you's. The short curly haired girl opened the door. "Elisa!" You exclaimed, engulfing her in a hug. "Shit, Y/n, Hi" she smiled, "is this a bad time?" You asked concerned, noticing the tired look on her face. "Not necessarily" she laughed, a man suddenly appearing beside her from you didn't know where. "Oh? Who's this?" You raised a brow. "This is Boris" she explained. "Ohh" you remembered how she'd told you about him. "Love, I'm gonna go for a walk with Y/n, that alright with you?" She looked up at him lovingly, the look returned so softly and mutually, it made you want to cry. "Of course" he left a wet kiss on her forehead, closing the door behind her, her whole mood changing. "Ugh, he's the sweetest!" She giggled. "We're almost 8 months strong" she squeezed your hand. "That's wonderful" your gaze softening, jealousy still creeping in. "You think hes the one?" Your fingers intertwining as you circled the perimeter of her mansion. "Definitely, he's so understanding of my boundaries, it's a dream" her eyes sparkled, "must be nice" you mumbled. "What ever do you mean?" She became serious like a light switch. "Me and Ellie broke up" you sighed. "What!?" She gasped, her hands clasping over her lips agap. "Why?!" She asked. "She didn't understand why I didn't want to marry her." You frowned, looking down at the lace on your dress. "Oh, honey.." she hugged you, patting your head. "Have you spoken to her since?" She asked. "No" you shook your head. "Has it not crossed your mind too?" She furrowed her brows. "It has.. I just fear the way she's perceived me has changed." She sighed. "Princess.. It has not changed. She just needs to cool down, besides, wouldn't she have gotten mad if she only cared so much?" She pointed out, "your right" you lightly smiled, hugging her back tightly before letting go. "I promise things'll be alright" she reassured you.

You finished your rest of the afternoon drinking tea at Elisa's listening to slightly painful to hear stories about her and Boris. You returned home not too long after. Waving her a goodbye and your best of wishes to her and Boris.

It'd been months since you'd tried speaking with Ellie, staying locked up in your castle reading rather than doing your favorite things that you always did. You missed everything about her, the bad things, and the good things. "Dear?" Your father called, walking into the one of many rooms you stayed in during one of those days. "Yes?" You hummed. "You think you could go out and get some bread?" He asked. "Can't one of the servants go out and get some?" You said annoyed, "I don't feel like going out" your hair was in a braid, your wool socks warming your feet. "I gave them a day to rest today" he rubbed the nape of his neck, embarrassed. "Oh" you sighed. "Fine" getting up and setting your book down on the fluffy chair. "Is that all?" You asked. "Yes, thanks, dear." He smiled, leaving the room. You quickly slipped on your warm and furry shawl over your shoulders, the weather cold and fresh as you exited the castle, feeling annoyed with your father for his great plan to give everyone a day off. You walked into town, the market busy, people greeting you from across the street and small families asking you when you were finally taking over and getting married. You had to admit it made you uncomfortable, but you answered reasonably, walking away shyly.

You followed a line of people, leading to the bakery, you stood silently, small smile on your face, your breaths steady before hearing the voice of the woman infront of you, her voice calm and raspy, the sound that made you feel weak for months at a time prior. "Thanks" she payed, turning around quickly before bumping into you, causing you to fall back a bit, a gasp slipping past your lips. "Shit, sorry—" she caught you, her finger tips like clouds. "No it's alright—" you held your shawl tightly. "Princess?!" Ellie gasped. Your eyes circling everywhere around the room but her. "What're you doing here?" You asked, her face heating up slightly. "Uh— Dina wanted me to come out and by her some homemade bread." She said. Scratching her ear stressfully. "How's she doing?" You asked, paying for your bread, mouthing a small thank you before walking out of the bakery nervously, unable to look at her still. "She's alright... Uh, Elisa?" She gazed at the ground. "She's good, her and, uh, Boris... They're getting along nicely." You smiled, happy for her. "Glad to hear." She grew more shy, "And Joel?" Your strolled through the market place once more, the booths filled to the rim with people. "He's been seeing someone actually" she chuckled. "That's nice.." you trailed off. "Uh, you wanna come over? Catch up?" You asked the auburn haired girl, her cheeks dusted with freckles. "No, yeah sure, Dina can wait" she laughed. "Yeah... Yeah." You smiled, she followed you home, greeting your father at the staircase, he so happily asking her how she was doing before letting you both go, you walked her to your room, leaving your shawl on your vanity along with the bread. You gestured for her to sit beside you on the bed, her smelling strongly of perfume now that you were out of the cold. You sat, the silence filling the air, only ever catching a glimpse of eachothers gaze at one another every 10 seconds. "So.." Ellie squeezed the sheets. "Ellie—" you began. "I'm sorry... About what happened last Spring." You apologized, piecing your words together like a puzzle. "I just, I wasn't ready, and I was scared, about making the wrong move, I mean, I just don't know what I would've done if we went back to stage 1, and everything went haywire, and being away from you, I realized how much I missed you" you ranted. "I went so long thinking you might've hated me for it, I couldn't just not ever see you again, knowing you didn't have a proper reason nor apolgy, especially, that you don't know about my true feelings" her lips met yours, your words seizing to spill out. "Ellie?" You gasped. "I'm sorry, you just, you weren't shutting up." She laughed, cupping your cheeks softly. "Arent you mad?" You furrowed your eye brows. "I was," she started. "But.. I understand why you were scared." She sighed. "I'm sorry I overreacted" she apologized. "No, me" you insisted. "No, listen, if you aren't ready for... You know, I'm willing to wait it out" her tone was sincere. "Really? You're willing to start over?" You asked. "Yes" she kissed you again, pushing you over to trail more kisses down your neck. "I love you" she whispered. "I love you more" you sighed deeply, her hands gently holding your hips.

"Ugh, I'm so nervous!" You cried. "You look beautiful." Your father smiled, rubbing your shoulders, in the mirror you stood, your coral pink gown melting down from your hips, your veil like a water fall, covering you like an angel, every jewel brighter than the last, your corset polished with lace. "I can't believe it's happening" Elisa sniffed, blowing her nose into a cheap napkin, Boris standing beside her rubbing her shoulder. "I can't believe 19 years ago today, you'd decided you hated Princess Ellie, and now here we are" Your dads tears forming, at the corner of his eyes. "And to think you rejected her like 4 times" Elisa joked. "Shut up!" You laughed, applying lipstick.

She'd proposed to you a little less than a year ago, at Elisa's wedding, you'd rejected her the last three times, every time she understood, keeping the ring for when it finally came time that you said yes. Not to mention your coronation day would've been around the corner soon. "You think she'll like it?" You asked your family. "Of course" Elisa smiled. Melting into Boris's touch, rubbing her stomach, she was 7 months pregnant, her dreams all coming true, you were happy how successful she was becoming. "The bridal music is startin'!" Joel whisper shouted through the crack in the door. "Right, Okay, be out as soon as possible!" Elisa kissed your cheek, leaving you alone, along with Boris, and your father. You dad waited outside the door, you stood a little longer in the mirror, your life flashing before your eyes, reminiscing the things you went through to end up here. You sighed, straightening your tiara a last time, adjusting your veil before exiting the room, holding onto your father arm tightly, the other hand lifting your wedding gown not to dirty it of the floor. "Are you ready, dear?" He asked, lovingly, a hint of pain behind his eyes, giving you away like a prize. "Yes, Papa" your eyes welled up. Stopping at the entrance, seeing the invited standing up already. You heaved a breath, watching as everyone curtseyed, smiles, and waves, and loved ones. You couldn't imagine this day ever meeting you. Ellie was who really made you excited. The longing look in her eyes, her toothy smile and fidgeting hands as she bit her lip nervously, the blush spreading from her nose to ears like ash being blown, you couldn't help but have the same reaction, the music tuned out of your mind, your father giving you one last kiss, letting you go to sit down. Ellies eyes never left yours. "Hey" you giggled. "Hey" she laughed along with you, Dina standing there to marry you both.

"Alright, well" Dina smiled proudly. "We're gathered here today, for a new chapter in which Princess Ellie, and Princess Y/n's relationship will continue to grow." She started. "I will have Ellie start with her vows." She smirked, holding back light giggles of nervousness. "When me and Y/n met, I was set on disliking her" Ellie laughed to herself, feeling embarassed at her honesty about her feelings. "I was cruel, and insisted on making things difficult for her, and 4 years ago, when I hadn't seen her for.. a long time, a part of me fell apart. Dina always knew it's probably happen that I'd need her in my life whether it meant marrying her, or just having her there, for my sake, and frankly she was right." She smiled. "My life fell out of balance, and not having her there made me feel like the world was ending, I learned for her presence, and when it came down to it, I realized I really did want to spend the rest of my life with her, regardless of everything we've gone through, it was all worth it, because we're at a point where 19 years ago, my younger self would've hated to see, and, surely hers." She folded a tiny paper back up, tears rolling down your cheeks like beads, holding back an agressive sob. "Oh, Ellie" you cupped your mouth, muffling a whine. You'd cried through your vows, watching Ellie's eyes tear up too.

"Do you, Ellie Williams, take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Dina asked. "I do" she said. "And do you—"

"Yes!" You cried, wiping your tears in anticipation. "You may kiss, the bride's" Dina giggled, quickly wrapping your arms around Ellies neck, kissing her passionately, staining her peachy lips in your red ones. Never wanting to let go. You felt the weight fall off your shoulders as she embraced you back, humming into the kiss, all the years of pain falling behind you, all just a dream, her finger tips like blissful cotton candy around you. "I love you" you whispered. "I love you too."

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Scream for Me - Rafe Cameron Ghostface! x reader PART 1

Warnings: none

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"I'm thinking about not letting her go to school tomorrow!" You could hear your parents, most likely talking about the recent serial murders occurring throughout the Outerbanks. Even though the killer seemed to be a bit of a slacker, the police had no leads on who it could be.

"Honey, we can't just keep her home! Besides, he's only killed at night, she'd be perfectly safe."

"How do you know it's a he?"

"I don't know honey, but there isn't anything we can do."

As you listened to your parents talk about the OBX killer, your nerves settled in your stomach. You didn't want to be out and about while there was a serial killer on the loose, but what could you do? Senior year of high school with only three weeks left of the year? That would not be ruined by some asshole with a knife and anger issues. You walked down the stairs, which silenced your parents, putting an end to the conversation.

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"So who do we think it is." You were sitting at lunch with your friends, and the hot April weather called for more relaxed uniforms and unbuttoned shirts. Kenzie, your friend was fanning herself with her homework while sipping on her water. Her question made your face scrunch.

"Why do we have to talk about this?"

"C'mon, don't you have your theories?" She leaned closer to you. "I think it's one of the pogues. If he's only killing kooks, it has to be, right?" Your eyes roll in response.

"Kenz, I don't know." You continue eating your lunch.

"You're no fun."

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Later that day you and Kenzie went to the country club to work on homework. It seems all she could talk about was the OBX Killer.

"The victims have all been rich guys who have done terrible things. Arnold Norris was stealing money from his company, Andrew Williams had several affairs, Thomas Carlson did-"

"Kenz, calm down! You're almost yelling!" Her face flushed as she glanced around the country club, meeting the eyes of a few curious patrons.

Including the OBX Killer himself, Rafe Cameron. He was lounging at the bar with his friends, acting like he was getting increasingly drunk along with them but had secretly been listening to your conversation for the past several minutes. He grinned to himself, your little friend was acting like such a sleuth and hadn't even thought that a kook could be the killer at school earlier either.

Yes, Rafe had been listening closely to that conversation as well. In fact, he was always keeping tabs on you. He shared many classes with you and had always been drawn to you, though he didn't know why.

But he didn't want to kill you.

He had his reasons for the murders. All of the men deserved it.

He wanted you for different reasons. Rafe decided he would make his first move tonight.

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Your parents were working late and you were alone in your house. The music playing from your phone drowned out any noises from outside. The pasta cooking on the stove was almost finished when the music cut out and your phone started ringing.

The number was blocked but you thought nothing of it until you heard the distorted voice on the other side.

"Hello, sweetheart." As soon as you heard it, your heart stopped, the wooden spoon you were holding clattering to the floor. "Didn't mean to scare you." You were stunned.

Out of all the people in the Outerbanks, all of the big businessmen, why were you the next victim? Your hands were shaky as you glanced around your home. Searching through the night to see if you could see him. See anything.

"Trying to find me?" The laugh that rang out chilled you to the bone. "You're adorable." The condescending words did nothing to appease your fear. "Why are you so scared?"

"Why me?" The silence on the other end is loud. "All of your other victims have been men who've done awful things. So why-"

Rafe cuts you off.

"Who said you were my victim, sweetheart? You're my new friend."

It's your turn to be speechless.

The distorted voice begins again.

"Unless you tell the cops about our little conversation, then you'll be my victim. Do you understand, Y/N?" Something about him saying your name makes you agree right away.

"I understand."

The laugh rings out again before he speaks one more time.

"Talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart."

Then, the low beep of the line disconnecting fills your ears.

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I'm so so sorry that this took so long, I've been going through it mentally and had no time to write. I'll roll these out as quickly as possible.

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mochathelion · 6 months ago

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hey goopers and gunkers, here is, drumroll please

All of them council quotes from my quotebook (ft markiplier)

"Your blood is worms" -slimecicle

"Eenie meenie miney fuck you" -gillion tidestrider

"This is not the becoming of a prince. This is the becoming of a monster" -shilo bathroy

"I have a lot of opinions, none of them matter" -chip

"You must have confidence in yourself peter. Only then will you slay pussy like you slay gods" -thanatos

"IM GONNA MIGHTY BLOW YOU" -slimecicle

"PRETZEL! JUST A FEW MORE FEET PRETZEL! ITS NOT EVEN A MULTIPLE OF FIVE PRETZELLLL!" -gillion tidestrider

"I've never met God, but when I do I'll break him." -William wisp

"Great rune of the unborn? What is that, like an abortion perk?" -slimecicle

"What if you were like oh let me just check if the floor is real and you kicked it one day and it just disappeared, you'd probably be like of fuck I shouldldnt have done that" -slimecicle

"What do you really want? And just say it so I can fight for it" -gillion tidestrider

"Welp, you know what they say! When life gives you wolves, kill them. Also what? " -slimecicle

"Oh my Lord I smell estrogen" -slimecicles chat

"I'm beans mother fucker" -slmccl

"I'VE MET WAR CRIMINALS MORE DELIGHTFULL THAN YOU" -bizlybebo

"Two Mommy?"-Gillion Tidestrider

"This Jesus guy seems really cool!"-Gillion

"I can't wait to k*ll myself!" -Jay Ferin

"That girl just bit me. and I think I was into it?"-Jay Ferin

"If you zoot one more time im gonna choke you."-Rumi

"…Zoot~"-Peter

"Yippe"-Dakota Cole

"I'm just gonna kms and its gonna be your fault!" -Bizly ooc

"Ahhghduhiejbagci wa"-Kian Stone

"Julian the groomer… has a nice ring to it" -julian

"Its.. sewer ravioli!"-Dakota

"i didn't really think destiny was a thing before i met you, you know everything i had in life was just kinda a shitty hand . i really think it was you that made me feel like we were right where we were supposed to be, you're my friend you know- id drown the world for you" -chip

"CPR THREE LETTERS, WHAT DO THEY MEAN? COMBAT. PATIENT. REPEATEDLY. KICK HIM THREE TIMES GET HIM BACK UP, HE'S GOOD. CURED. Think he had cancer, not anymore" -slimecicle

"That must have been a slant rime because she seemed pretty tilted" -slimecicle

"Be the beans you wish to see in the world" -slimecicle

"A vagina with fangs? Bitchin… What? It sounds stimulating" -grizzlyplays

"Even If it was all inevitable… I'm glad we were written into the same story" -Gillion Tidestrider

"Niklaus is making a deal with russian Goku rn"-Bizly i believe ooc if not Chip

"PRIME DEFENDERS AT THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION" -William Wisp

"Fuck my fucking gay ass life" -condifiction

"SKIBOMBAY" -gillion tidestrider

"I WAS DRINKING YOU PRICK" -bizly

"He looks like a stop sign and has an ass disorder Its not my fault" -William wisp

"Dude you've GOTTA get advantage on this, dude is built like an among us" -slimecicle

"Beans. Beans. I grow my own beans. They are local and they are green. If you taste them you won't be mean. Come on now and try some beans. If you mean business, then trust my bean business. Have a legume, it won't be your doom. Have a legume, you will enjoom. I see your attitude is kind of mean, but you know what cheers me up? My beans. I grow em in the garden, they don't grow far from my home. Beans. I'm in the BEAN ZONE." -slimecicle

"WHAT THE FUCK??!!! FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S?!??! AEEEEEE AEEEE AE AEEE" -slimecicle

"NO NO NO NO YOUR NOT REAL GO AWAY! AMOUNGUS????!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD" -slimecicle

"I am weaponless but not defenceless" -slimecicle

"Don't play the game, eat the dirt, win." -slimecicle

"FATHER, SON, HOLY TROUT COME ON GET US THE FUCK OUT" -gillion tidestrider

"I WILL ABSORB THIS DEMONNNN. IT IS MY MEALLL!" -dakota cole

"You underestimate the power of SEX" -slimecicle

"aHgiA- FORTNITE" -slimecicle

Demonic rambling -slimecicle

"People will say eating chicken nuggets is bad for you, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS BAD FOR YOU? BEING A LITTLE BITCH. WHAT ARE YOU SPONSORED BY SALAD?" -grizzlyplays

"That's right I got two extra hearts and a wooden sword what the fuck are you going to do about it god" -charlie slimecicle

"I'm grabbing bed knife and I'm grabbing bed spear and I'm duel wielding that shit" -markiplier

#jrwi #gayyyy #jrwi podcast #just roll with it #slimecicle #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi gillion #jrwi riptide #grizzlyplays #markiplier #jrwishow #jrwi show

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mrssylvatica · 6 months ago

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"The Other Fairy Tale" - Different Fairy Tales (AU?)

~560 words || The members of Crown, represented by different fairy tales than the originals used in the game.

This fanfiction is rated for all audiences, but keep in mind that the game, Ikemen Villains, is intended for a more mature audience.

◇ CW: None...? Nothing too serious. Let me know if I should add any warnings. ◇ Let me know if you'd ever like to be tagged in my posts!

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William: Rapunzel (original version)

sorry for the jumpscare

You’ve always been a dreamer. You’ve always wanted to see the world, but the walls built around you prevented you. Ah, mother (Victor) warned you not to fall in love with anyone (prologue), but look at you now. You could never see the world, no matter how much you wanted to. It took a prince to whisk you off your feet and guide you to free will. Even if William was blinded by thorns, he’d still be able to find you in the dark.

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Harrison: Cinderella

Black hearts may mistreat you, Only a miracle could save you, But he’s able to see through the lies, as well as your disguise, because his love is one that is true.

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Liam: The Little Mermaid (original version)

It was an impossible relationship. You are of land, while he is of sea. You’re worth more to him than you’ll ever know. He loves you so much, oh, he’d die for you. He saved you so many times. Liam sacrificed everything just for a chance, a small chance to love you. Learn from the Prince’s mistake. You better love him back and not leave him for another.

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Elbert: The Little Mermaid

All the beautiful things he heard about on the surface brought him jealousy. For years, he would collect every little scrap that fell to him from the sky. When Elbert looked up at you from the sea’s surface, he fell for you in an instant. The siren, entranced by you, the most beautiful of them all. But perhaps he would do something different. Instead of dragging you to the surface, he would drag you beneath the depths. A place where he could love you forever. And now you belong to him.

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Alfons: Red Riding Hood

The wolf will lead you astray with the beautiful flowers on the way. He’ll devour you whole, And take hold of your soul. You’ll never see another day.

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Roger: Pinocchio

Roger will always fix you up when you’re chased, injured, and on the verge of death. It doesn't matter if you're flesh or wood. He’ll hold you close and shield you from the world. In a world surrounded by death, in which life is increasingly bizarre, you’re real to him. You may be a fool, but you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

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Jude: Aladdin (Disney's version)

He’s a rich, feisty prince. You’re a robber on the streets, on the run. Strange how you two fell in love. Quit trying to impress him, he isn’t interested. Oh- oh dear. Jude crosses his arms and sighs. You should have just been yourself in the first place.

Well then, what are your three wishes?

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Ellis: ??? ("Happy Ending")

The world is full of unhappiness. Ellis would rather kill you to preserve your happiness than to have the possibility of it being tainted. He’ll stop time when you’re at your happiest, letting you stay in that happiness - forever. That’s his happy ending.

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Victor: The Little Match Girl

Victor already knew your fate, but he must let life take its course. He’s tortured by the visions of the deaths of those he loves. Ah, but despite their sins, he loves them all so much. Death watches over the girl, letting the flames remind her of love and kindness. May you die with a smile on your face, and let the loving Death carry you to Heaven.

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SHITPOST MAIN: @rou-luxe

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Author's Notes

I remember seeing something similar for Ikemen Prince, and I decided it must be done for Villains.

I had to choose a fairytale that's different from the one they originated from. No similar characters either, which means Roger wasn't allowed to be the Huntsman from Red Riding Hood.

Harrison and Alfons' seemed too short... so I just made them into limericks...

Just something I was tempted to include in Roger's. But this fox and cat are rather antagonistic, so I decided against it.

The line from Ellis' is a reference to petite-otome's translation of his trailer~

My favorite is definitely Elbert's. It has such fanfiction potential. Maybe later. But my least favorite is probably Ellis'... I couldn't think up anything better than "happy ending".

Elbert mermay art might come out on my main anytime. @rou-luxe Elbert merman and lighthouse keeper Alfons... my Elbert merman AU... it never stops...

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains fanfiction #ikevil fanfiction #mrssylvatica #mrssylvatica fanfic #william rex #harrison gray #liam evans #elbert greetia #alfons sylvatica #roger barel #jude jazza #ellis twilight #ikevil victor

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carefulfears · 14 days ago

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how do you see mulder leaving in season 9? scully giving up william? how do they deal with these things? (their guilt, resentment, futility, etc)

i know i have a realllllllly unpopular opinion on all of this but as i've said recently, i just don't think there's anything easier on earth to convince mulder of than "things are safer if you're not here."

i usually come back to doggett's confusion in the beginning, the way he keeps asking and arguing and scully just keeps saying "he's gone" and shutting it down, until the end of the premiere when he realizes: "oh my god. it was scully. scully made him go."

god, it's sad. it's hard to talk about. i teared up trying to write this, as much as i am fonder of the storyline than most. i don't find it unrealistic or out of character or unfitting of the narrative. it doesn't mean i don't feel it's heartbreaking. i have such a hard time thinking of mulder missing that baby. not even having the chance to put up a fight, walking back into empty rooms. the show as a tragedy, finding your burden again, etc. the x-files as the gap between teary smiles at baby kicks to screams in a jail cell. as what it was in the beginning: unknowable answers to insurmountable grief.

and i just think about mulder's dramatic emails, writing that he doesn't think he can survive being away from them. spender looking at the baby and telling scully he's heard "so much" about him. mulder being tortured by soldiers, saying he's just thinking about his son. keeping 1 baby photo for 15 years. "i just missed both of you so much."

scully's fertility treatments and her prayers and her tears and her "last chance" and her miracle. and how deeply unfair it is, what happened to her. i don't think a single one of us could say what we could do if people kept breaking into our homes to suffocate a child we were still nursing. she didn't ever want to do it alone, that was never the plan.

but scully desperately wants to keep everybody safe. she thinks she’s keeping everybody safe. it’s hard to be starbuck. it's this conflict i keep talking about recently where you really start to notice how controlled she is by fear, how difficult it is for her to balance it all. my favorite visual on this is the gate at the house in i want to believe: every day the way she pulls up to it, gets out, opens it, pulls through, stops, gets out, closes it. repeat in reverse. and then she comes home and she says "the truth is, i worry about you." and that he's too isolated. turns around and shuts the door, leaves the house and locks the gate.

i wrote a bit a few weeks ago about scully's protectiveness and it made me think about what a trap it can be, how defending lends to fear and fear lends to defeat. to standing in a church 25-years deep and saying "i failed." in the tags of that post i asked "could they ever recover from her exiling him from being with their child because she was afraid it would kill him?" and said i don't know. and i don't, i don't know.

but i think there's something so brave in saying: i did the best i could, and maybe that wasn't right. it's why ghouli is one of my favorite episodes. scully sobbing to her son that she's sorry. she's sorry he doesn't know them. she wanted him, they loved him. "i was trying to keep you safe. i hope you know that." and she thought she was being strong, but maybe she was wrong.

things don't always shake out the way you want them to. it was always mulder that called their son a miracle, and mulder doesn't believe in miracles. mulder believes in the world, and the search, and the after.

#who upppppp our-ing their boros #in a way i also think it almost makes it harder that mulder is always trying to absolve her #even in that scene in ghouli he tells her 'you have nothing to apologize for'#that's not much to rut up against for someone who says she 'hates' herself in 'founder's mutation'#and lists her failures in 'nothing lasts forever' (i thought we could live together; i thought i could protect our son; i gave up)#i just think about how impossible it must be to desperately want to have a child with someone because you want that with them specifically #and then always have one not the other #scully spent her entire pregnancy staying alive for the baby when mulder was dead.#the entire first year of his life reaching for him every time she talked about mulder or read mulder's emails. singing him the same song.#keeping the fish tank #star mobiles and solar system onesies #and then she spends the rest of her life with just 1 of them #how painful it must be to create a person because you love someone; hold them close because you miss someone; then lose them #and follow around the origin and the reminder and the loss forever #idk. i got nothing.#my 2cents tho is that it's perfectly in character #scully always wants to throw away the key. mulder only knows how to love in absence.#that's just how it shakes out #asks

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a-french-coconut · 6 months ago

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Travis Stoll (Part 5)

The ride to New York is fortunately devoid of monsters trying to eat them or hunt them for their personal entertainment.

Unfortunately for his dearest friend, it means that Travis needs to find someone to bother relentlessly.

"Wiiiiill"

"Willy"

"William"

"William Andrew Solace"

"I never told you my middle name you stalker."

"Irrelevant to this conversation. Mine's Jeffrey by the way."

"Liar."

"Fine, it's Gertrude."

"I wish that was true."

"Your grandmother is named Gertrude, I'm sure she would love to know that you find her name funny."

"Travis I need to answer me truthfully."

"Never darling."

"Have you ever stalked me ?"

"Of course."

"You're insane."

"Mmmh, how's Nico ?"

Travis cackles gleefully at the the gurgling noise Will made choking on his apple juice.

"I'll do you one better, how's Katie ?"

"Irrelevant again. Don't think you can distract me."

"I'll be sure to tell her that next time I see her."

"Please don't, she's getting really better at creating her own freaky plants."

"I'd pay to see you get eaten by a carnivorous flower."

"You're way tastier than me, it'll go for you before me."

They banter for a while before Argos calmly ask them to shut up until they arrive.

That is until Will begins a conversation with him and Travis is left gaping at the ultimate betrayal he just witnessed.

He spends the rest of the trip pouting and mumbling about traitorous living lamp and the good old times where you could kill a giant and nobody batted an eye.

When Argos finally stops in front of Central Park, Travis practically flies out of the car, Will taking his sweet time just to annoy him he's sure.

After bidding many goodbyes, Argos finally leaves them, the Strawberry Delphi car disappearing in New York.

"Where are we going now ?"

"Can't you enjoy the fresh air for a while ? Look around and get out the most of this trip !"

"You don't know."

"I don't know. But it can't be that hard, we could just walk until we get some creepy, about the entering the lands of the dead vibe."

"That's your brilliant plan ? Walking ?"

That's when finally Travis registers what Will is wearing.

His usual flannel.

Orange, and frankly atrocious, cargo shorts.

Flip flops.

Travis stares for a long time at his friend's feet, too much time for it to be considered normal.

"Will you've got to be fucking kidding me !"

"I've been wearing them since we left Camp, Travis !"

"Flip flops ! On a quest !"

"Well if you had such a problem with them, you should have told me that at Camp.", Will crosses his arm pettily, a light amusement dancing in his eyes.

"How did Kayla even let out ?"

"Irrelevant."

Travis rolls his eyes at his friend's antics and takes his arm.

"Come on doctor, we have a door to find."

"Lead the way, mon ami." (mon ami : my friend in French. I head canon that Will is French)

It takes them the whole day to find the door.

Just because the dryads of Central Park were bored and wanted some distraction. Not only that, some of them are still angry at demigods for hurting their trees during the Battle of Manhattan.

When they finally stand in front of a grand rock, the sun is setting.

Next time Travis comes to New York, he's leaving with that damned park and its blasted spirits burnt to the ground.

"Katie probably wouldn't like that."

"She'll get over it."

"Sure. I'm not healing you when she inevitably stabs you."

"Whatever. Behold the Door of Orpheus !"

"How do we open it ?"

"You have to sing Staying Alive while dancing the Macarena."

"Orpheus didn't know the Macarena, why would it open his door ?"

"Flawless logic doctor, as always. Just sing some of your healing hymns, it should open it."

Will begins to hum softly, his hands glowing golden at the incantations.

When his voice gets louder, his whole body is glowing and yellow flowers erupts from the ground at his feet.

A loud rumble echoes, the rock disappearing to reveal a tunnel going straight to darkness.

"Enjoy the sun while you still can, sunshine. We're going underground."

Will sighs, takes a little moment to feel the sun heating up his skin then follow the son of Hermes in the tunnel.

part 6 posted !

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson #will solace #connor stoll #travis stoll #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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comicglitterr0909 · 1 year ago

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Playing with Shadows (part 2)

William Afton x Fem!Reader Finally I finished part two of playing with shadows, if you haven't read part one then a short lil summary of part one is reader is an fbi agent who is tasked with making William Afton fall for them, and we get to know William and his kids and it ends off with William inviting us over for dinner. Honestly just read part one its easier.

But for those who did!! Heres part two!! Its the last part! Hope you guys enjoy! (2.7k+ words) Warnings: Cussing, a guy being a pervert but nothing happens he just says something creepy.

8:00 am. My alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, getting up and getting ready a bit faster than normal. Today was the big day after all, I get to have dinner with the Afton family, while also trying to find solid evidence that William Afton is a child murderer. I quickly put on the uniform I have to wear, clipping my nametag on and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, fuck, Im an fbi agent, im not supposed to get attached to people, let alone people im investigating. But of course I get attached to a serial killer's family. Well…I guess I don't know for sure if he's a serial killer, there's hope, if he isn't, if the family has just gotten really unlucky then maybe it would be okay? Maybe I could be a part of their family. But, then again, I would have to quit my job as an FBI agent. He definitely wouldn't like me anymore if I told him the only reason I was actually there is because I thought he killed a bunch of kids. Whatever, I need to stop thinking about that, I have a job to do. I grab my car keys and head to Freddys, parking in the parking lot and walking inside.

I notice the afton kids are already at Freddys, they must’ve spent the night at Williams instead of their moms. Their faces all light up when they see me, Elizabeth runs over and gives me a big hug. “Y/N I missed you! Are you excited to have dinner with us tonight?” She says excitedly, jumping up and down. Evan and Micheal walk over. “Yeah, I’m really excited! What are you guys making for dinner?” I ask them with a grin. Evan giggles. “Daddy told us we had to figure out your favorite food without it being too obvious because he really wants to impress you!” Evan exclaims. A faint blush appears on my cheeks, he wanted to impress me? That's honestly really cute. “Evan you dumb shit, you weren't supposed to tell her that!” Micheal says as he smacks the back of Evans head, Evan starts to cry and runs off. “Oh c'mon now Micheal, go apologize to your brother, he didn’t know any better.” I say crossing my arms, damn I really feel like a Mom right now. “Fineee.” Micheal stubbornly says before running off to find where Evan went while Elizabeth stays by my side as I walk into the kitchen.

“So y/n what is your favorite meal??” Elizabeth says as she climbs on top of the kitchen counter as I’m putting my waitress apron on. I don’t know why the waitresses have to wear an apron, I don't even cook things, oh well. “Oh uh, I’d probably say like (your fav food)” Elizabeth's eyes light up, she smiles and climbs off the counter. “Okay!!! I’ll go tell Daddy!!” She sprints out of the kitchen to go tell William about my favorite food. God these kids are so sweet, how am I going to abandon them if I have to?? “Are you having dinner with the Aftons?” I turned around and saw Aaron had asked me that. “Oh uh yeah.” “Damn, you must be special, Mr Afton usually is super mean to us, you're like the first one i’ve seen em be nice to.” Well that's pretty interesting, I mean I knew he was extra nice to me but he never seemed like the mean boss type. More like the creepy boss type, but Aaron has worked here for awhile so he wouldn’t lie. That is unless of course, he does lie. I stand there awkwardly nodding before looking away from Aaron. Y’know I think I preferred him when he was high, cause I can tell he’s not right now and he’s giving me pervert vibes. “Yeah… it must be because you're really hot. I mean, if I was the boss I’d have you be my personal assistant so I could stare at your ass all day.” Yup, definitely prefer high Aaron. He moves closer to me, but before he can reach me, William comes up behind him and grabs him by the back of his shirt, lifting him up. Don’t get me wrong, Aaron is like 5’5, super skinny weirdo but William made it look easy to lift him up. “Firstly, Aaron, you're fired, secondly, if I ever see you around y/n and you say that shit to her again, I will beat the everloving shit out of you. Get out of my restaurant.” And with that, William lets Aaron go, and he scrambles out grabbing his stuff and leaving faster than ever. Immediately after he’s out of sight William puts that familiar smile back on his face, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? I had no idea he was such a perv I wouldn’t have hired him.” Fuck, this whole case is turning into a “try not to catch feelings for William Afton/a potential child murderer challenge”. “Yeah, um I’m alright. Thank you.” I say, smiling at him. After I reassure him he lets go of my shoulder. “No problem.” He looks around the kitchen for a moment. “Where is Bethenny, or whatever the hell her name is.” I follow him as he walks to the front door of Freddys, looking out the window for Bitchennys car. It's not there. “Well thats fucking great, I have one employee.” He walks back into the main area with me. “Huh…” He murmurs, I look up at him. “What?” I say as I see Micheal and Evan starting to walk over. “Even though I’m closing Freddy's early today for our dinner, I still have to open it for at least 6 hours. I only have you and me as actual employees and that sure as hell won't work.” Get to the point, Afton, jesus. “Okay?” “Well, why don’t I, just for today, let my kids help run the place? It can’t go that bad can it?”

Oh it definitely can go that bad. We decided to go through with it, letting a 8, 9 and 16 year old help run a restaurant is a wonderful plan.

“EVAN NO DON’T EAT THE PIZZA WE HAVE TO BRING THAT TO THE TABLE” Evan is crying because I wouldn’t let him eat the pizza. Micheal is making pizza’s but fucking them up horribly because he’s laughing so hard, Elizabeth is surprisingly the only helpful one right now and is bringing the pizzas to the customers. William is managing the orders and giving us the orders, and I’m micromanaging all the kids and making pizzas at the same time. I guess I did need the apron today. It's a Thursday and Freddy's is unnecessarily packed, the music and the kids yelling and laughing is really not helping with the stress of this all. I quickly shove a pizza in the oven, checking my watch that reads,“5:30pm”. Oh thank god. “30 MINUTES LEFT GUYS WE GOT THIS!” I shout at Micheal, as he nods at me. Evan comes up behind me and steals my phone out of my back pocket. “NO EVAN GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT” Micheal starts laughing again as I chase Evan throughout the entire pizzeria, that is until William grabs Evan and takes my phone from him while laughing. “Hah, here ya go, we got what, 20ish minutes left, I’ll start sending people out.” I let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him before going into the kitchen again. “Alright Michael let's start cleaning this place up.” Micheal, Elizabeth and I all clean the kitchen up, (Extra well since we made more of a mess). William and Evan get everyone out, and just on time, Freddy’s closes.

“Well done team!” William says, high fiving us all with a cheeky grin. We all cheer and laugh a bit. “Okay, y/n, I’ll give you my address or you can just follow my car with yours, either or?” “Oh I’ll just follow you haha” I already knew his address. So it's easier to just follow. “Sounds good, I’ll see ya in a bit, doll!” He says before getting into his car and starting it. Doll? A pet name? I can’t say I don't like it but c'mon, he’s making it harder to not fall for him. I get in my car and start following him, it takes about 15 minutes before we get to his house. It's a damn nice house too. I park next to his car in the driveway, hoping he wouldn’t mind but then again it's not like his wife parks there.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” He greets me, opening the door for me as his kids run inside. The inside is just as nice as the outside, they definitely deep cleaned it before I came here but still, it's impressive. William leads me inside, into the kitchen, but before he can say anything Evan walks over and grabs my hand. “Y/n! y/n! I wanna show you my room, come on!!” He says jumping up and down and pulling on my hand. William chuckles. “I’ll start making dinner, the guest has to entertain the kids. I laugh and wave him off before following Evan into his room.

I sit in Evans room talking with him for 20 minutes or so, he is mostly just showing me all his toys and his plushies. To Evans dismay Elizabeth comes in and steals me for her own room tour, her’s is a bit longer since she forces me to play barbie with her.

Micheal comes into her room, but his eyes widen with regret as he sees us playing Barbie. “MICHEAL PLAY BARBIE NOW!” Before Micheal can even react Elizabeth is shoving him into her room and on the floor, and handing him two barbies to act as. Micheal definitely isn't as good at acting as the barbies as I am, then again he’s a guy. “Micheal, you aren’t doing it right, you have a girl Barbie right?” He rolls his eyes. “Yes…” “Then use a girl's voice.” He turns a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed to have to act like a girl, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh at him. “Fine.” He picks up his barbie and moves it towards the barbie I'm holding. “Hey girl how ya doin?!” He says in a high pitched really girly voice, and, perfect timing, just before he said that William walked in and heard it all. Me and William break and just die of laughter, Micheal is still dark red, the poor kid is just insanely embarrassed, Elizabeth just had her evil smirk on.

After we get done making fun of Micheal, we go downstairs to eat since Wiliam finished cooking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to act surprised that he made (your fav food). But I choose not to. “Dang this is really good William, I didn’t know you could make anything except for pizza!” I joke with him, he laughs and thanks me.

We all finish eating, and Micheal forces me to play some shooting video game with him, naturally I’m terrible at it, even with having legitimate gun experience, Evan says goodnight to me and runs up stairs to go to bed. We keep playing the game for a while, William letting Elizabeth watch for some reason but whatever. I can tell William isn’t watching the screen, I can feel him staring at me, I try to ignore it the best I can. “Daddy can you come tuck me in, I think I’m going to bed.” Elizabeth promptly says, standing up and beginning to walk upstairs before pausing and turning around. “You too y/n.” She doesn’ even let me argue, she just walks upstairs like the girlboss she is. William chuckles, and walks upstairs with me. We get in Elizabeth's room and William tells her some made up story that puts her right to sleep, I shut off her light and before we can walk downstairs Micheal comes up. “Oh, thanks for hanging y/n, I'm gonna hit the hay.” I smile and give him a side hug, that is surprisingly not awkward. “Alright goodnight Michael.”

And finally, it's just William and I, downstairs, by ourselves. We walked to the front door, he was walking me out but before I left. “Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Oh god, is this it? “Yeah? What's up William?”

“Look, you're my best worker, and currently my only.” He says with a small laugh.

“And right now you're also, I'd say a good friend. But look. I like you y/n, i’m not going to hide from that, I want us to be more than friends, and to be dead honest with you it's not just like its love. I love you, I want to be with you.”

Oh shit he said it, what do I do? Fuck wait I have to stick with the plan, no matter my own feelings, I have to…

“I…I like you to William. But…you have to be honest with me right now, because I know about something you’ve done.”

After I say that his whole demeanor changes, he looks more scared, wait no, not scared, just protective and maybe a bit worried.

“What do you know?”

“What you did to those kids William… I know about it… but… I don’t care, I need you to know that before you try to hurt me too. I don’t care because I love you too.”

He stands there trying to read me, he looks baffled that I know about it. Which gives me the one answer I really hoped wasn’t the right one. He definitely is a murder.

“I killed multiple kids and you don't care?” And with that, I knew the police would be on their way right now, with the mic I have on my shirt they definitely picked that up.

“I love you too much to care about that William.” God dammit. I want to forget that I'm an FBI agent, forget that the mic on my body recorded that, forget that police are definitely going to barge in any second now, I want to forget about all that because a part of me actually loves this serial killer, and that's what I hate so much about this.

“Good.” He says, before he leans in, kissing me passionately. TO be honest it took me a little off guard but hey, I got one chance to kiss this tall hot guy. I'm going to take it, and just as I was giving in more.

“FBI WILLIAM AFTON YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF MULTIPLE CHILDREN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I see my co-workers storm in, grabbing William and handcuffing him, they start asking me if I’m okay and a couple other questions. They take William outside and I follow behind them. William looks utterly confused until I make eye contact with him, that's when it clicks for him. That I set him up, that I lied to him, and that I;ve been an FBI agent this whole time.

“Y/n, you lying sack of shit!” He yells at me, pissed off as they struggle to shove him in the back of the police car. His window rolls down quickly, they aren't driving away. I feel like I have to talk to him, I owe him maybe just that, even though he's a murderer. And for killing those kids, I don’t feel bad anymore, I guess I lost sight… I forgot all the kids and families he’s hurt. I walked closer to the cop car so we could talk.

“William, it's for your own good.” He laughs, he’s obviously still mad but he's grinning, the same evil grin that he never hides. “I could have gotten away with it. I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, y/n.” He angrily says to me. “Right. But you didn’t get away with it, and this is just karma, William.” William keeps glaring at me, still smiling though. The officer gets into the driver's seat of the car, putting it in drive, starting to slowly drive off.

“I always come back y/n!” He shouts as I walk with the car, matching its slow pace.

“No William, not this time. Not anymore.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY BUSY WITH UNIVERSITY <33

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aishangotome · 5 months ago

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Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 9

Chapter 8

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Kate: Wait a minute! We have to meet up with Roger!

Alfons: He'll be fine on his own.

He pushes me into the carriage and shouts into the air.

Alfons: Roger, just go back to the castle!

(Just go back...!)

Alfons: There, now we can relax. Let's go.

Alfons gets in after me and slams the carriage door shut. The carriage starts to move.

(I hope Roger heard that...)

Alfons: It's fine. He's not a child.

Alfons: He's the kind of man who enjoys a barbaric sport like boxing, you know? He won't die even if you kill him.

In contrast to me, who keeps looking back in worry, Alfons is sitting comfortably in the opposite seat.

Kate: But, asking him to come with me and then going home first is a bit...

Alfons: Ah ha! You're still so damn serious.

Alfons claps his hands.

I sigh at the familiar gesture, not even angry anymore.

(It doesn't look like he'll stop the carriage... And as Alfons said, Roger will probably be fine.)

(I'll apologize to him profusely later...)

I switch my mind from the sudden return to the castle and look at Alfons in front of me again.

The scene I saw earlier, the story I heard--I had countless questions about him.

Kate: Why are you calling yourself a noble, Alfons?

Alfons: ...Well, it just happened.

Alfons: I heard that those so-called nobles live amusing and ridiculous lives.

Alfons: I was trying to get in good with a pediatrician and get some scraps from the nobles' houses, but then the doctor died during a house call to Lord El's mansion.

Kate: What!?

I open my eyes wide in surprise at the shocking episode.

Alfons: I was thinking about what to do from the next day, when Lord El asked me to live in the mansion.

Alfons: So I just settled in.

Alfons: He said it would be disgraceful to be by El's side without a proper title, so I just called myself a noble.

(Wow, that sounds like a lie...)

Truth is stranger than fiction... This story embodies that saying.

But the scene I glimpsed tonight gave credence to his explanation.

Kate: The reason you're doing that for the people in the slums...

Kate: Is it because you know their... suffering and pain?

Alfons: If your theory that those actions are "for them" is true, then maybe it is.

"If so," "maybe"--the usual phrases that conceal the truth.

Kate: ...You always dodge the question like that.

I turn away, and suddenly...

Alfons: Hehe, don't pout your lips like that.

Kate: ...Huh?

He pokes the tip of my lips, and my heart jumps.

Alfons: I feel like kissing these lovely thorns.

(I've been through more intense things than having my lips touched--)

(Why am I... so nervous about something so trivial?)

I know that words like "cute" and "kiss" are lighter than "hello" to him.

I glare up at Alfons, and

Alfons: ......

Our eyes meet, and my heart skips a beat again.

(Alfons is making such lover-like gestures...)

Sweet illusions come flooding back, and my eyes are involuntarily drawn to his lips.

Alfons: ...Do you want me to kiss you?

Kate: What!? N-No...!

Alfons: Don't get so worked up. If you want to do it, you can.

Kate: I don't want to!

Alfons: Yes, yes. So, did you find my weakness?

Kate: ...

(Alfons always changes the subject like this...)

(It makes me feel embarrassed, like I'm the only one taking it seriously.)

(This is what's really sly about him.)

My cheeks are still flushed, but I try to ignore it and clear my throat to speak.

Kate: ...No, not at all. Because you told me so easily, it means...

Kate: Being an orphan and abusing your powers in the slums can't be considered a weakness, can they?

Alfons: Well, who knows?

Alfons: I don't know if anyone else besides El and Roger knows that I was an orphan.

Kate: What!?

(...That's a lie, right?)

Kate: Victor and William don't know either...?

Alfons: Well, those two might know.

Alfons: Jude might have sniffed it out, too, but that's about it.

Alfons: If it were spread around in social circles, it might have the effect of further eroding my already non-existent credibility, wouldn't it?

(He told me so easily... So then...)

Kate: ...Do the people at the tavern and your "friends" know?

Alfons: Ah ha! Of course not. We don't reveal our identities to each other more than necessary.

Alfons: Reality is not necessary for a convenient relationship.

(...So that's how it is.)

It's probably common knowledge among the members of "Crown," but whether it's due to lack of interest or manners, information about Alfons isn't openly discussed.

He doesn't reveal his identity at all to the people with whom he shares his rotten private life.

So it seems.

Kate: ...Then

Kate: Why did you tell me?

"Reality is not necessary for a convenient relationship."

(If those words are true, then my relationship with him is different from the others...?)

I stare at Alfons, my heart pounding for some reason.

Alfons: Hmm, well...?

He puts his hand on his chin as if thinking--.

Alfons: ...Well, who knows? I don't know either.

He laughs lightly and shrugs.

Alfons: Maybe I was moved by your tearful determination to follow me all the way to that place.

(Oh, so... There wasn't any special intention.)

(But still... There's no doubt that Alfons told me the truth.)

With a faint smile on his face, Alfons looks out the window.

(That smile doesn't look happy at all.)

(But... This smile is... somehow)

(It feels like Alfons.)

This thirsty smile, with his lips twisted in self-mockery, somehow suits him.

Thinking about that... my heart lifts a little again.

It's like my fingertips brushed against a mirage.

Like I found the tail of a rainbow.

It's like I was able to grasp the shape of something uncertain.

Kate: ...I'll stop sneaking around and trying to find your weaknesses.

Alfons: ...Huh?

Kate: I'm more interested in your true feelings than your weaknesses.

Kate: I want to face you properly, Alfons.

Alfons: .............

The words spilled out before I even thought about it.

And as soon as I said them, I felt like my feelings had taken a clear shape.

(I... want to know more about Alfons.)

(The more I know, the more I want to know the true nature of this mysterious person.)

Kate: So, if I can get to know you better,

Kate: I don't mind being your "exclusive" Fairytale Keeper.

Alfons: ...Oh?

The corner of his lips curves sensually.

Alfons: So, I assume you're okay with doing this kind of thing with me?

Kate: ? W-what...?

Suddenly, a breath drew near—and before she knew it, Alfons' eyes were right in front of hers.

Kate: Huh!?

Kate: Th-that's... different!

She hurriedly pressed her hand against Alfons' mouth, stopping his kiss.

Alfons: ... Heh

But he wasn't going to back down that easily—his warm tongue licked the palm of her hand that she was pressing against him.

Kate: H-hey...!?

She reflexively pulled her hand back, and Alfons laughed teasingly.

Alfons: You can't resist things like this, so I was thinking of using that as your weakness, you know?

Kate: I-if you don't touch my nape, I can prevent this with my willpower!

Alfons: I doubt you were able to prevent it completely just now, though?

(Ugh...)

Alfons leaned over me, his hands on either side of my legs, watching me with amusement.

His red tongue darted out from between his thin lips.

I feel like prey—about to be devoured at any moment.

Alfons: That's right. The other day, when we did something naughty behind the bar, I wasn't using my ability.

Alfons: Didn't you end up melting into a gooey mess?

---CHOICES---

It's Alfons' fault

It's my fault

It was that strange smoke

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Kate: B-But, that was... something, some weird smoke...

Alfons: It seems that scent draws out the desires sleeping in one's subconscious.

Alfons: It means that Kate secretly desired to be pampered and spoiled... doesn't it?

Kate: ...

Alfons is probably looking at me with my ears burning red, rolling his eyes with amusement.

Alfons: So, what will you blame it on now?

Kate: ...hm...!

Before I knew it, both of my wrists were restrained, and my lips were stolen in an instant.

Kate: Hmm...n...

I try to resist, but my restrained hands won't budge.

I'm pulled closer, and my butt almost slips off the seat.

Kate: Ah...n...!

His tongue knew exactly how to indulge in pleasure, and her body melted after being touched countless times.

Finally freed, her right hand couldn't bring itself to push his away, instead clinging to his frock coat.

Alfons: It's because I was flustered by the strange sight, because the carriage was shaking...

Alfons: If you need an excuse, I can give you plenty.

Alfons: If you don't resist, it might damage your dignity, and I wouldn't want that.

Alfons: You can keep pretending to resist like that forever, if you like.

His left hand stroked her thigh, then pulled up her skirt.

Kate: Oh, no... no, no...

My heart pounded with anticipation, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.

Alfons: It's only going to be less than a month anyway... Let's have some fun, Kate.

His sweet, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Alfons: Because you like feeling good, don't you?

Kate: N-no, I don't...

He wasn't touching my neck.

But I couldn't bring myself to reject his outstretched hand.

(I don't like feeling good.)

(I wasn't that easy.)

(This is just because it's Alfons...)

I'm being influenced by him, my sense of morality is warped and twisted.

It's all Alfons' fault.

(Always like this... Because of Alfons, I'm drowning in pleasure, losing my mind...)

(I have no idea what Alfons thinks or feels about this...)

(I've never had the time to even try to figure it out.)

I want to see if this person who says they "love pleasure" actually feels good -

That thought emerges, further warping my sense of ethics.

(B-But...!)

Kate: Ah... N-No, this is wrong... Not in a carriage like this...

Alfons: ...Then, where should we do it?

Ah--

I realize that I've already consented to this act, and my whole body burns with shame.

Alfons: Your bed? But... Can you hold out that long?

Kate: Ah... I...

His lips gently touched my parted lips.

Sealing my excuses.

Alfons: Shh... You don't have to answer me directly.

Alfons: It's easier if you can blame me later, right?

He slowly pulls up the hem of my skirt.

The cold air brushed against my legs, and I gripped my skirt tightly.

Kate: W-wait a minute. Really, not here–

Alfons: Ah ha!

Alfons: How can you say no from the start when you haven't even done it yet?

Her hand was brushed away, and the hem of her skirt was lifted up to her waist.

Kate: Ah–

I tried to hold back his fingertips from trying to penetrate even deeper, but then---

Kate: Kyah!?

Alfons: Oh

The carriage wheels jolted with a loud thud.

My hips, barely on the seat, were lifted off the ground, and I lost my balance, throwing myself into the chest of Alfons, who was seated in front of me.

Kate: I-I'm sorry––

The moment I tried to hastily pull away, he firmly clasped my waist and placed me on his lap, smiling broadly.

Alfons: See...it's all the carriage's fault that you're getting so worked up in this place...

Chapter 10

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ccycloneblogging · 8 months ago

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I keep forgetting to ask my questions now is the present I guess-

Well 1, love your work! This AU is so cute and full of potential trauma it makes my mind flow with ideas... one of them being REALLY trauma heavy that has me in a vice grip rn...

So anyways- your post where you showed how in your AU catnap removed dogdays legs... were the murders of the hour in the same way? Because I just- Imagining Catnap dropping an anvil on some poor soul and them getting crushed slowly after the initial impact while catnap watches in apathy- has not left my mind. It's just Saw death traps at that point.

And about the whole "Going back to the cartoon" thing catnap wanted... would that not be suicide? A fully fledged, free thinking being going back to being with a world bound by a script and it's existence only continues if it's makers wish for it seem like killing yourself with extra steps. Again- this Au has so much Trauma potential I just HMMMMMMMMMMM-

And Oc's... well who do you want to hear about? I got a few lying around... well only 2 poppy playtime ones at the moment (and like one is kinda hard coded for another AU)... not to mention all the ones I have not drawn up yet that lie within my mind.

I would not mind another reason for William posting- but I'll let you choose!

Thanks, man! :D

You have no idea how much I've had to edit the scripts and drawings I make for the blog, because I go too dark too quickly for this toon AU.

I'm gonna go on a long ramble. Bear with me.

Like - there's this one script I still need to rewrite. But the premise is that Angel and DogDay are in Home Sweet Home, striking up a conversation - though Angel is injured.

Angel: ...Do you ever just... Stop? *[Angel eyes DD, as DD is in the process of sniffing like an actual dog, walking along the walls]* DD: What do you mean? *[He pauses to look at them, his tail wagging]* Angel: This. *[They gesture to his whole self, which causes him to finally fall on to the ground with a yip]* Angel: We're being hunted by a monster, close to death, and you're acting all... *Looney*. DD: That's what I do, Angel. I was brought here to make people feel happy. Safe. *[His tail begins to wag again as he makes his way to Angel]* Angel: Great. *[Unamused]* At least we'll die laughing. DD: You know, laughter is stronger than you'd think. *[A little "Uh-huh" from Angel.]* No matter how bad things get, you just have to laugh! Even if you feel like you've lost all hope, unsure about tomorrow... Not knowing what you did wrong, wondering how the world collapsed around you... *[DD grabs on to an ear, his smile turning more upsetting. The background getting darker. Maybe emphasize some of the in game model]* DD: Knowing that deep down, it's your fault for their deaths and already missing your chains because you deserve them --- *[He immediately switches back, sunshine and smiles]* DD: A laugh can chase away the gloom! Angel: *[Disturbed]* ...You want to talk about it, Pup?

So, they're all thoroughly traumatized, that's for sure!

I plan on drawing a comic that takes place during the Hour Of Joy, but yes. CatNap has killed some humans with falling anvils, endless pits, trapping them in repeating hallways until they go insane. Humans cannot survive the same punishment a toon takes, you know. >u>

But you know, he's not entirely heartless. Just angy. A poor lil meow meow

Oh, it's just CatNap being unable to cope, being ripped out of his comfort zone and never being able to adjust with the horrible things going on in Playcare. Though the Critters in this AU are not the same as the In-Game Bigger Bodies, there's still been human experiments. CatNap would much rather take scripts and limited freedom over what he was given... You are right though. That is one of the themes I wanted to try and hit with him. Especially if I follow through with an ending of Angel adopting the Critters. Then the aftermath of the trauma can really sink in.

My man, pal, friend.

I love OCs. The floor is yours. Send 'em in!

#thanks for stopping by the inbox!#CCyclone rambles #just thinking about some ideas I've had for this AU and I'm still debating on a lot of it.#Have some rough ideas as well. I actually have a good portion written out in story format

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year ago

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William Rex Madness Route - Chapter 23

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Grimsley: "You mean, her Majesty has heard my plea....?"

Grimsley muttered contentedly as the carriage rocked along the cobbles, his fingertips brushing the grips of his cane.

The two escorts flanked on either sides, their hats were pulled over, completely covering the upper portion of their faces.

Alphonse: "Do you need escorts when coming to see her Majesty?"

Grimsley: "I can't be sure that I won't be attacked by those monsters on the road."

Grimsley: "Beasts that should be kept in chains, using her Majesty's authority as an umbrella...to attack me, her loyal subject."

Grimsley: "And now that she knows, her Majesty has finally realised her great mistake....hm?"

The rattling sounds of the wheels become rougher and rougher.

Grimsley soon realized that they were heading in the opposite direction rather than the central London City area,

Grimsley finally starting understanding what's going on.

Grimsley: "Hey, you're going the wrong way."

Grimsley yells at the coachman and bangs on the front window with his cane.

The carriage doesn't stop, as if the coachman could not hear them.

Grimsley: "Hey....! What's going on!?"

Alphonse: "Calm down. Her Majesty is waiting for you."

Grimsley: "....If you're lying, I'll kill you."

Alphonse: "Ahaha! Please don't worry."

Alphonse: "....I hate lies myself."

The carriage drove through the rough roads for a while, finally stopped in front of a deserted area.

Grimsley: "You guys step out first."

Letting his pride overwhelm him, Grimsley tapped his escorts with his cane and gave them instructions.

......The door of the church opened slowly, making a loud sound.

Grimsley: ".....Hey you! Her Majesty is----!"

At the sight that awaited him, Grimsley snarled in exasperation.

William: "Good evening, Grimsley."

William: "How are you feeling?"

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(....So that's Grimsley)

He's dressed in aristocratic, sumptuous clothing and his austere face is adorned by a magnificent moustache.

If one walked by him in the corridors of the palace, they might be nervous at the sight of his majestic appearance.

He let the two physically superior escorts stand front of him like a wall.

Grimsley looked pitifully small now, cowering in the gap, trying not to make eye contact with William.

Grimsley: "So you're a 'cursed one' too, huh...!"

Grimsley glares hatefully at Mr. Alphonse for leading him here.

Alphonse: "Fufu....was it your first time? Riding with a monster?"

Mr. Alphonse closed the church door slowly with a sneer on his face.

In the darkness of the church, darker and blacker than the darkness were the eight shadows glaring at him...

They quietly stared at the man.

As if not letting their captured prey, escape.

By blocking all the escape routes------

-----To bring justice.

(.....Just like the night I met them)

What is different from that night is that I am standing in the same darkness as them, staring into their eyes.

To write down all their 'evil'.

"To protect William, who is 'evil'.

I stand beside William in the darkness.

William: "Are you ready?"

Kate: "Of course."

-----Options-----

No regrets

I know what I want to do.

Rest assured.

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Kate: "I know what I want to do, so there is no hesitation."

William: "-----I knew it."

Grimsley: "Tsk----!"

Grimsley ran into the shadow of a pillar to escape William's blood-coloured eyes.

The two remaining escorts hold their guns without avoiding William's gaze.

(....? Something's weird)

(Grimsley's reaction tells us that he knows about William's abilities)

(Then why aren't the escorts hiding....?)

William, too seems to have noticed the discomfort and opens his mouth to test something.

William: "Put down your guns"

Escort: "..............."

(Nothing happened....?)

The two escorts were not moving at all and I was surprised to hear Grimsley's proud laughter.

Grimsley: "Did you think I had taken no precautions against your abilities?"

Grimsley: "For commanding people to do what you say, you need them to see your face and hear your voice, right?"

Grimsley: "But what if they can't see your face or hear a single word you say?"

(....That means)

Horrifying thoughts flood my mind, and I strain my eyes.

Hidden by their large hats, which could not be seen clearly......was...

A bandage with a reddish-black stain seemed to be wrapped around their eyes and ears.

(They are deaf as well----?)

William: "....That's so nasty."

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Grimsley: "Hah! You're a monster, you know that? Their job is to be my shields."

Grimsley: "I saved a cash-strapped fallen aristocrat with a contract that allowed me to do whatever with the lives of his second and third son as I pleased."

Grimsley: "It is up to me what I do with the life that has been offered in return for the mercy I have shown to someone."

(This man I swear...he used the lives of innocents as if they were tools, just to lure William out)

(Not only that, even the people beside him...they are only seen as a tool for his own gain)

The ruthlessness of the act arouses more anger than fear.

(He did this to you...so, why are you following his orders....?)

I couldn't understand how the escorts feel, so I stare into the dark night.

(Ah......)

I see now. They were so overwhelmed by helplessness that they had resigned themselves to not feel anger or even sadness.

Those were the eyes of people that killed their own heart.

William: "............"

Grimsley pounded on the church floor with the tip of his cane.

The vibrations may have been a signal for the escorts to fire.

(.....!)

The bullet ricocheted at the feet of William, who did not move an eyebrow.

(I-I....I couldn't move quickly....!)

(But....)

Escorts: "Ngh...."

The bodies of the escorts leans back, perhaps because of the pain from the reaction to the wounded ear.

William: "....If you damage the inside of the ear, you lose your sense of balance. If your balance is impaired, your aim will be less accurate."

William: "To reduce their talents just to kill me...how stupid."

Grimsley: "If I kill you now, I don't care about the rest!"

Grimsley: "If a piece is no longer usable, I'll just replace it."

(...This man)

Staring hard at that the pillar, I endured my simmering anger.

Th escorts, unable to resist the inhumane treatment, simply do as they are told, which is frustrating and painful.

(If they could speak up right now)

(They must want to shout out loud. That they don't want to do this)

William: "Liam, Harrison, restrain the guards."

Liam: "Okay! Leave it to me."

When William calls out into the darkness, a florid voice comes from somewhere.

Escort 1: "......Nn...Ah!?"

One is bound from behind by something invisible.

Harrison: "It would have been nice to threaten them with a gun and tell them not to move, but...what's the point if they can't hear or see us?"

Escort 2: "!? Ah..."

The other was struck in the back of the head by Harrison who had crept up behind him.

Harrison: "I didn't mean to be rough, so please don't take it personally."

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The two escorts were laid on the church benches.

Ellis: "What do we do with them?"

William: "Well, give them proper treatment."

Jude: "Ha!?"

Jude: "They have been complicit in your assassination and have tortured civilians."

William: "But they don't seem to have the will to trample on other's freedom themselves."

William: "To me, they're are also a victim, who was being continuously.....trampled."

William: "Right now, there is no way to question them about the truth or falsity of my predictions. Therefore, their verdict is on hold."

Those who have been deprived of their freedom and have their diginity trampled upon are the objects of William's love, whatever their position might be.

His love, is like a rain of grace, which falls wherever it wants.

Jude: "What if these recovered guys are the same scum as Grimsley?"

William: "Then I will condemn them again."

Jude: "Tch....what a selfish judgement. This is why I can't stand you."

(Yes, it's selfish. He can either save or kill someone according to how he feels)

(But I know that there are people out there who are saved by that selfishness....I know)

(And because William is like that)

(----And that we can never forgive the likes of Grimsley)

Grimsley: "You useless idiots...!"

Grimsley, who remained hidden behind a pillar, seemed to be floundering, having lost his protective shield.

Grimsley: "Her Majesty....that's right, her Majesty will know about this!"

Grimsley: "Although I have resigned from the Privy Council you would still be committing a high treason if you lay your hands on me, a loyal subject of her Majesty's....!"

William: "Fortunately for us, Majesty herself gave us these orders."

Grimsley: "W-What...."

A slight tinge of despair begins to creep into the impatient voice.

Grimsley: "Wha...b-but..why...!?"

William: "That will become clear when you look back at what you have done."

William: "You had the 'butterflies' take away the freedom of the 'have-nots' and exploiting them to the point of silencing them..."

William: "You planned to capture innocent civilians, torture them and even accuse them of murder."

William: "Also from the way you treated your men...I'd say that's more than enough crimes to execute you."

Grimsley: "How can one steer a nation if they're so preoccupied with petty sacrifices like that....!?"

Grimsley: "It's no wonder that in this capital city of the UK, with its ever-growing populations, the inferior people are dying!"

Grimsley: "This is all a cleansing mechanism to keep our country from going to poverty! What's wrong with making good use of lives that would otherwise be left to die in the field!?"

Grimsley: "Unlike you, who goes around mercilessly killing important people who have a stake in national politics...."

Grimsley: "You are the criminals who are disrupting this country! I am trying to save Britain!"

William: "...Hehehe..AHAHAHA!"

William laughed manically at Grimsley's 'justice is mine' temper tantrum.

Grimsley: "W-What are you laughing for!?"

William: "If you say you're saving our country..."

William: "Then why are you hiding behind a pillar?"

Grimsley: ".....You son of a---!!"

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Grimsley: ".....You son of a---!!"

The sound of a gun being fired was heard as an agitated and enraged Grimsley raised his gun.

(That's dangerous----!)

I leap in front of William, who was standing next to me.

William: "Kate, get down."

Kate: "....!"

An arm went behind my back and around my stomach, pulled me to crouch down.

(Nn....!!)

The first shot made a loud noise and shattered the stained glass windows of the church----

Under the pouring rain of glass, the sound of several bullets popping off here and there continues.

Kate: "...William, you're okay, right!?"

William: "Yeah. I wonder if he left his brains behind at the Privy Council, firing his gun while hiding behind a pillar."

William: "This beautiful church, it's now gonna be covered in all bullet holes."

Kate: "That's what you're worried about....?"

We hid myself behind the lectern and peeked to see what's going on.

Grimsley was still hiding behind the pillar.

William: "We have the advantage in numbers and he has no retreat routes. He also has limited ammunition."

I listen to William's calm voice and try to calm my own racing heart.

Kate: "...He fired 3 bullets...right now, right?"

William: "Four. Two more to go. Let's just wait until he runs out of bullets."

William: "Then, Roger and Ellis will trap him from both sides."

(I see...if that's the case, then I feel a little relieved)

(If it's those two, then they will be fine----)

Grimsley: "ARGHHHH!!!"

Kate: "!?"

William: "......!"

Suddenly, Grimsley's unhinged cry echoed through the church.

Before I could even process----

Kate: "Ah!?"

Two shots rang out, and part of the lectern, where I had taken cover, burst open.

(That was close....!)

The flying pieces of wood catch my eye and I can't help but close my eyes.

(That was two shots! This is no time to close my eyes....!)

Kate: "William...! ....Are you alright....?"

I forced my eyes open to look back at William.

William: "...You look like a baby chick trying to find her parents...how cute."

Yoshino: "....Thank god...."

I felt relieved.

William: "Looks like something got in your eyes. Let me see."

He immediately lifted my chin.

Then a large shadow falls in the corner of my eye.

(Eh.....?)

The sound of something wooden breaking is heard and it falls towards me.

(Oh no!)

Before I could process, my body was moving.

Kate: "William....!"

Madness route - Chapter 24

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William j. Moriarty x Fem! Ranpo! Reader Part 1

Again, bsd x yuumori content.

• fukuzawa has asked you to go to london, as the queen has asked for the agency's assistance about the criminals

• or specifically, the lord of crime

• atsushi offers to accompany you, but you decline his offer, saying that you alone is enough to handle the lord of crime.

• the truth is you don't want anyone from the agency except dazai to meet him. You can tell that this lord of crime is smarter than dazai, only a little bit.

• maybe his iq is 210? (based on reddit)

• you, of course, have the higher iq, which is 215 (google)

• you don't want your family to get manipulated now, do you?

• atsushi assists you until you reach the train, and then you're alone.

• and guess what? The train you're in is chaos.

• a murder occurs and you can't help but get involved.

• when two people, who you figure as William James Moriarty (you know that it's not his real name) and Sherlock Holmes are investigating the crime scene, you nonchalantly join them.

• you tell lestrade that you're a detective from japan so he gives you permission to investigate too.

• the moment you enter the crime scene, the two people don't notice you.

• until you speak up.

"You two," you call out, and two pairs of eyes look at you. "Solve this case in 60 seconds."

Sherlock is flabbergasted and immediately protests. "Wha- who are you?! And how can we solve this case in a minute?!" He exclaims.

"40 seconds left."

You ignore his protest, making him frustrated. The blonde, William, immediately accepts your challenge.

Why? Because he simply finds it amusing.

He tries to get all the clues and connects all the dots. But his adrenaline is rushing through his blood, and he finds himself failing to get the conclusion.

"Time's up!"

You clap your hands twice. "Is this all you can do, Sherlock Holmes?" You ask, sighing in disappointment. "What is that supposed to mean?! How about you try to solve it in a minute yourself?!"

You smirk, "Challenge accepted." You walk closer to the corpse and stare at him silently, and Sherlock wonders how you can find clues with your eyes closed.

He smirks, already confident that you can't solve the case as fast as a minute.

However, after a good 30 seconds of observing, you snap your fingers.

"I already get the answer," you open your eyes, revealing your beautiful, breathtaking emerald orbs. Lestrade immediately asks you to tell them.

"This man is a jeweler from London, Trevor Redwood." You mutter as you glance at Sherlock who is currently holding the identity card of the victim. "Am I right, Holmes?"

The way he grits his teeth proves you are correct.

"The culprit tried to drug the victim to sleep to rob him, but failed so he stabbed him with a knife." You continue as you turn to the blonde noble. "Can you pass me the glass and the bottle of whiskey?"

He obliques and passes you the things you ask for. You thank him and sniff the glass, and smile. "There is a faint smell of chloral hydrate in the glass. It mixed with the whiskey, and became a powerful sedative."

Lestrade takes the glass and sniffs it himself. "So the culprit tried to drug the victim and commit robbery?" You nod your head, "Correct. This murder is definitely an uncalled one."

"Can you elaborate on it, miss y/n?" Lestrade asks urgently.

You smile, "There is no way for the culprit to have planned to kill the victim in the train because he can't escape afterwards. So when he tried to rob him, the victim woke up, and the culprit had no choice but to kill him. He panicked, and tried to stop the bleeding. But with his nervous state, he obviously failed."

You open your eyes again, an unknown glint shimmers in your emerald orbs. "This is a crime scene where the culprit's confusion gave away everything." You finish.

"Then... how do we find the culprit?" Lestrade asks as you smirk at him. "Gather all the crew members,"

• as lestrade gathers all the crew members, you, william and sherlock go to an empty car of the train to make it easy to interrogate the culprit. They also ask for the crew members' list name and pictures.

• that is when he talks to you.

"Nice to meet you, miss," he reaches out his hand which you take it, assuming that he wants to shake your hand. But when he brings your hand to his lips, you are dumbfounded. "My name is William James Moriarty."

"She already knows it," Sherlock mutters as he sighs. "I can't believe I lost to a woman..." he groans, making you smirk. "Try to believe it then."

You then turn to the blonde in front of you as you take your hand from his hold. "I'm Y/n Edogawa, the world's greatest detective." You say smugly.

Sherlock scoffs, "Hah. As if." You snap your head at him. "What was that, Sherly?" He widens his eyes at the nickname.

"Don't call me that!"

"Why, your brother calls you that!" You giggle amusedly.

William's scarlet eyes have a glint of interest as he observes you, which doesn't go unnoticed by you, of course.

"Miss y/n!" Lestrade approaches you, along with the crew members. "I've gathered them."

You smile at him softly. "Thank you." You look at each face of the crew members, but then you plop yourself on the cushion of the sofa in the train.

"Now, both of you, try to figure out who the culprit is." You say nonchalantly.

And they both did. Lestrade is in awe, seeing how you manage to order Sherlock and a noble around.

"Those who wear 8-inch shoe size, step forward!" Sherlock exclaims, and two men step out as they are called. "Now.. we'll take a look at your gloves, one by one."

You whistle at his confidence as you watch them. Lestrade checks the gloves of a crew member and finds nothing before going to the other. He holds the guy with glasses' hands, and feels his sleeves are wet.

"...! Sir, show me your hand." He commands.

The car attendant hesitantly shows his hands, and they widen their eyes. "Wha-!" Lestrade gasps.

"Bingo!" Sherlock exclaims as he steps forward. "Car attendant Eddie Hawthorne, you're the culprit!"

Murmurs and whispers of the crew members fill the silence as Hawthorne screams,

"You're wrong!!" You frown at the male. "This blood is.. this is...w-wounds!" He exclaims.

Lestrade narrows his eyes, "Wounds, you say? Take off your gloves, then." And he did.

There is indeed blood on his palms. But you won't sit still.

"How foolish," you sigh as you stand up and approach him. You grab his hand and take his wet glove, before rubbing it against his palm.

Your actions make him panic even more.

After you rub enough, the blood disappears and his palm is revealed to be unharmed.

"You're talking to the greatest detective in the world, brat. Think twice before you trick us."

Hawthorne grits his teeth before pushing you harshly. You gasp and brace yourself for the impact but you feel no pain. Instead, a pair of arms wrap around your small figure.

Sherlock captures Hawthorne as Lestrade immediately puts handcuffs on his wrists, successfully catching him.

You look up to see a pair of scarlet eyes staring into your emerald ones. William holds you tightly against his chest, as saves you from the pain of falling.

"..." you awkwardly release yourself from his arms before mumbling a thank you. Then you complain, "How dare he push me like that! Who does he think he is?!" You whine childishly. "Gee, I need some sweets."

You hear William chuckles as he looks down to your height. "If you want, I can bring you to shops to buy sweets. It's a sign of our gratitude for helping us solve this case." He offers as he looks at his brother. "My brother, Louis is also talented in making desserts. If you'd like, you can visit our manor,"

You stare at him for a while before looking away. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm not a fan of pastries. I only like sweets, such as candies and chocolates." You decline his offer.

"Then-"

"No need to bother yourself. Plus, I have a friend waiting for me." You mutter as he nods his head. "...too bad, then."

After reaching your station, you, William and Louis get off the train. You bid them farewell before William stops you.

"Are we going to meet again?" Considering you are from japan, it is less likely you will get the chance to see each other again, William thinks.

You take out the lollipop from your mouth as you smile at him, your eyes slowly open to look at him.

"We'll surely meet again," you say as the train moves again, a very loud honk sound drowns your voice as you reveal his identity.

"...Lord of crime."

You're pretty sure he almost can hear it, as his eyes widen. But then you smile at him and pat his shoulder twice before walking away.

Now you need to wait for dazai to come.

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