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Characters: HBCU!Emerald Haywood, HBCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

From: NOPE (2022) Dir. Jordan Peele & Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) Dir. Ryan Coogler

Type: Fic

Word Count: 12.8k

In Collaboration With: @babyboiboyega

Synopsis: Emerald and Shuri finally meet for the first time, and when coming to the realization that you’ve been keeping yourself away from them deliberately, the two women plan to give you exactly what you want.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug usage (cannabis), mentions of greening out, suggestive themes, smut

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ this is an 18+ rated fic, you have been warned. I ain't responsible for scarring yall asses. But yeah, this is my first time writing sex...particularly wlw sex so I hope that it makes sense and actually sounds accurate. This Is the product of Quin and I's heavy thirsting one cold night in early January....This is also inspired by the great @generallysapphic and their amazing catalog of expertly written wlw smut with our favorite Wakanda Forever geniuses. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this one. Strap in, this is a long one(no pun intended)!

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Today is the day.

There’s a pool of anxiety forming in your tummy, and you’re not sure why. Not even your music can sway you into calmer waters, which tells you that the feeling in your tummy is nothing to play off.

You’re standing in the mirror, going over your figure once more. The three-piece cream lounge set you wore, complete with fuzzy shorts, cropped tank and long flow-y cardigan contrasted beautifully against your honey brown skin. Your braids had been pulled into a half-up ponytail, with two on each side left down in the front to frame your face. It was the set Emerald had bought you for your birthday, knowing that you’d love the fabric used. Ironically Shuri bought you the exact same one, color and all, saying that the color of it reminded her of you.

God, how did you manage to have Emerald Haywood and Shuri Udaku wrapped around your dainty little finger? Even you couldn't answer that question.

Looking at the both of them, who’s polaroid pictures had been taped lovingly on the fringe of your full length mirror, anyone could tell that you had a type. Dark skin, brown eyes, curly hair - the only thing making them different were their origins and occupations. And the one thing tying these two women of completely different worlds together, was you.

You remember the day you first met Emerald. You’d been shopping at Best Buy trying to find a new camera to take better pictures with for your photography class. Emerald was there, and from the moment she saw you, she knew she had to have you. Sparking up a conversation was easy, and the laughter that was shared in that camera aisle was one you’d never experienced before. Despite her brother cockblocking, as she would recall it, urging for them to go, Emerald took her sweet time typing her number into your phone. The wink she sent you had butterflies dancing in your stomach, and til this day, it still does.

Then, two weeks later, you met Shuri Udaku. Despite her wanting to keep her social status under tight lock and key, the air of regality and confidence she held did little to help her keep her identity under wraps. Not to mention, she’d seen you in her African American Literature class, and was immediately captivated by your intelligence. After class, Shuri didn’t hesitate to pull you aside, apologize for her abruptness, and ask you out on a date. She wanted to court you properly, and, if things went well, she would propose the option of making things official.

Suddenly, you found yourself catching feelings for both women, who wanted you just as much as you wanted them. And what made it harder to choose was that they not only said how much they wanted you, they thoroughly showed it in acts of service, giving you gifts, and taking on roles that previous partners of yours had never done before, and could never compare to.

At first, you believed you had to choose, but then the thought came to you; why choose, when you could have both?

You’d since begun your plot of making them both yours, and only yours, and step one had been to slowly introduce the idea of polygamy to each woman. Shuri was more susceptible to the concept, having grown up in an environment where queer relationships and polygamy were just as normal as heterosexual relationships and monogamy were. She verbally told you that she would be more than willing to give polygamy a shot, and you were more than happy that she accepted the idea.

Then, there was Emerald, who you had to put in a bit more work when talking about polygamy. She is in no way a stranger to queerness, but polygamy as a concept was something she found a bit hard to grasp. But after explaining it a few times, using a few analogies that pertained to her and her interests to better help her understand the concept, she, too, was all in for it.

Emerald and Shuri had met before, only over the phone via Facetime and in your shared group chat. The two got along swimmingly, becoming the fastest friends and soon enough shooting flirtatious words at each other within the month after confirming that they’d each be willing to give this three-person relationship a shot. The last part of this scheme, to absolutely make sure that all three of you were willing to put in the effort to make this work, was for Shuri and Emerald to meet in person.

And today was the day that Shuri and Emerald could be coming to your apartment to do just that.

You’d taken special care in your attire today, hence the lounge set you’d chosen to put on, as well as the purple diamond studded necklace with panther claws that Shuri had gifted you a while ago, and Emerald’s favorite scent on you - sage and vanilla bean, as the scent drove the woman insane.

A knock sounded at your door, breaking you from your daze and making you jog to the door to answer. It was none other than Shuri, who had also gotten the memo about loungewear, since this would be a pretty laid back and chill day. Sporting a simple dark gray sweat pant and hoodie set, and her hair in a fresh twist out letting her curls hand low on her forehead, and her ears sporting the same kimoyo earrings she always wore; Shuri looked so fucking attractive.

“Hi, usana,” She says, immediately reaching out to pull your frame against hers. Her arms instinctively snaking around your waist, her warm, slightly calloused hands feeling so warm against the small of your back as she pulled you in. Your arms instinctively went to wrap around her neck, embracing her back, and if it wasn’t in the doorway of your apartment, you’d stay there in that embrace forever.

“Hi, baby,” you whisper against her neck, the similar smell of sage and lavender ticking your nose, making you smile against her skin. You brung Shuri into your apartment, taking notice of the backpack she’d brought with her and ignoring the heat that trickled down your legs. Shuri knows your apartment by heart, and once she tucks her bag away in the storage closet, she makes her way to the couch with you.

“Where’s Em?” Shuri questions, noticing the missing presence in the apartment.

“She got held up with her brother on something, she should be here in, like, an hour.” You reply, to which Shuri acknowledges with a hum as she takes a seat on the couch. Her body sinks into the cushions, her legs spread, and she stretches, and you catch the tiniest glimpse of her toned tummy. The little sound she makes from stretching makes you giggle a bit, as you walk over to take your place on her lap.

Shuri’s hands are instinctive and skillful, positioning your body so you’re sitting across her lap, and her hands are on any bare skin she can get in contact with. She’s clingy, she normally gets like this after a long day of classes or doing her science projects. You go to embrace her once more, and her head finds comfort in your breasts, inhaling your scent, bringing her comfort.

“Missed you, my love,” she whispers against you.

“Missed you too, baby,” you reply, pressing a kiss to her temple.

The next hour is spent with the two of you just talking about your day. Your hand dances on Shuri’s undercut as she speaks, your nude acrylics creating soothing friction against the nape of her neck and the design in her undercut. It’s one of the mundane, completely normal things that turns her on the most, and while Shuri tries to keep her composure, you notice how her breath hitches ever so slightly, and the subtle shifts she makes under you.

There’s another knock at your door, and the only person it could be is Emerald. The anxious pool from before finds its way back into your stomach, as you quickly stand up to answer the door. Shuri follows after, albeit keeping a few feet of distance away to allow Emerald easy passage into the humble abode.

There in the doorway stands the last addition to your trio, in all her glory. She sports an oversized graphic t-shirt, baggy jeans and her signature Doc Martens. She has a chain dangling from her neck, and her curls also dance along her forehead beautifully.

Similar to Shuri, Emerald greets you with a “Hey, mamas,” as she brings you in by the waist, and you by her neck. After your embrace, you rush her inside, and you turn to see Emerald and Shuri greet each other warmly, with Em initiating a hand shake that Shuri gladly reciprocates, and it ends in the two women embracing each other.

“Man, you don’t know how good it is to finally meet you!” Emerald beams, showing off her killer smile to the young royal. “Wait- I ain’t gotta curtsy or none of that right? We cool off that?”

“It is good to see you, too, Em.” Shuri replies, her own smile, brighter than any sunrise you’ve ever witnessed, adorning her face. “And no, no curtsy needed. I’m just Shuri here.”

The anxiety that once pooled in your stomach disappeared the moment you saw them embrace each other. The two women took their positions on your couch (Emerald had also discarded the backpack she brought in your storage closet, and again, the heat that pooled in your core came back, more intense than before), and the two immediately made space for you between them.

“Ain’t you comin’ to sit, ma?” Emerald asked.

You shook your head, bringing the two confusion. “As much as I’d love to be in between my two favorite people - dinner isn’t gonna cook itself.” you replied, instead making your way into the kitchen, “But please, talk, get to know each other! I’m not even here!”

Your little chime brings laughter from both Emerald and Shuri, and they do as you wish, conversating amongst themselves and entertaining each other while you focus on dinner.

It’s sometime in the evening, determined by the way the pretty golden beams of the setting sun shine into your apartment through the large floor to ceiling bay windows.

Emerald had gone to fetch your bottle of wine from the kitchen, planting a quick kiss to your forehead and an even quicker swat at your butt, causing you to gasp in surprise. You shoo her out of the kitchen as she grabs two wine glasses for her and Shuri. As she approaches the couch once more, she catches sight of the way the sun does wonders to Shuri’s skin, making glow effortlessly, and damn, Emerald finds herself enraptured by this princess. And Shuri takes note of it, a small smirk plastering itself on her face.

“Something catch your eye, my gem?” Shuri asks innocently, using the nickname she had given to Emerald the moment the other became comfortable with the concept of polygamy, using it as a stepping stone to further the attraction.

Emerald scrunches her nose as she places a glass in front of Shuri, pouring the red alcoholic beverage into it, as she replies, “Shut up, princess.”

Her reply gains a chuckle from Shuri, who takes a sip of the wine when Emerald finishes pouring. She immediately recognizes the taste as the fruity bitterness slips down her throat, “Barefoot?”

“Aww, you know your liquor, aye?” Emerald sings, pouring her own class.

“It's the only thing I can keep down,” Shuri explains, “anything other than wine and I go bat-shit crazy. Learned that at my first college party.”

“Don’t tell me they gave you Henny right off the bat? No chaser?”

“Man, they didn’t even give me a warning of what would happen!” Of course, Shuri’s experience was not a laughable one, but the way she spoke of it brought a rumble of laughter from the other brown skinned woman.

“They did you wrong, princess. Don’t worry though, I ain’t gon’ set you up like that,” Emerald hums, “Besides wine, I only fucks with light liquor anyway, so that dark shit don’t even be up my alley.”

Shuri rests back on the couch as she takes in Emerald’s side profile. The sun that once shone on her skin now hit Emerald’s beautifully. The hoop earrings that hung from her ears, her fresh, shiny curls, her sharp jawline - Shuri couldn’t help but feel something warm pool into her stomach from the sight of such a beautiful woman. It’s a miracle she’s even able to be here now - her schedule had been hectic as of late, which is why the meeting between the two had been postponed until now - but she’s now grateful to be in the presence of both the women she loved.

“You look beautiful, Emerald,” Shuri suddenly blurts out, albeit confidently and not ashamed in the slightest. It catches Emerald off guard, not used to verbally hearing Shuri’s straightforwardness, but nonetheless, it excites her.

“You not bad lookin’ yourself, ‘ri,” Emerald replies, but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t heat creeping up her neck from the sudden compliment. “Aye, do you smoke?”

“Not really, no,” Shuri replied, “I’ve only ever gotten contact high, thanks to that one in there,” she continued, gesturing to your figure in the kitchen, still cooking.

“You wanna? I got a couple of blunts on me.” Emerald offers. Shuri takes a moment to think, before shrugging her shoulders in indifference. “Wouldn’t hurt, I don’t think.”

With that confirmation, Emerald fishes out a blunt from her front pocket, as well as a lighter, and with swiftness and expertise, she lights the brown roll up and takes a pull from it. Soon after it leaves her lips, she emits a puff of smoke from them. Shuri watches intently, more so the other woman’s lips than the actions she took to pull the intoxicating smoke from the blunt.

“Aight, so, it's simple shit,” Emerald begins, turning her body to face Shuri, and the princess does the same, “you just put to your lips and inhale. Don't do it too deep, though, just do it a lil’ bit, and once you feel like you got enough, you just blow out. Aight?”

Shuri nodded in confirmations, as Emerald handed Shuri the blunt. Shuri took it, examining the roll quizzingly, before raising it up to her lips and doing as she was instructed. Her lungs took a slight burn from the intake of smoke, and when she released it from behind her lips, a cough also escaped as a form of relief to her stinging lungs.

“Aye, good job, princess!” Emerald praised, raising a hand to pat Shuri’s back to aid in her slight coughing fit. She took the blunt from Shuri’s hand, seeing that she may be good for another few puffs before it was handed back to her.

“Why did it taste fruity?” Shuri inquires, intrigued by the taste of grape being left on her lips.

“Oh, the roll is flavored. This is white grape.” Emerald explains as she takes another pull of the blunt.

Shuri could feel the effects of the cannabis already taking hold, or at least, feel the smoke beginning to muddle her mind. It was an interesting feeling, made her feel light and airy, and oddly clingy. The next couple of pulls from Shuri had her fishing for Emerald’s hand to hold, of which the other woman found adorable and endearing. It reminded her of the first time she got high with you, and how incredibly touchy and clingy you were, desperate for her touch. The first night you got high together was forever emblazoned in Emerald’s mind.

“You good, princess?” Emerald asked, to which Shuri nodded, her voice becoming non-existent as the cannabis took control over her mind. She now laid her head against the couch, still fiddling with Emerald’s hand, and an idea came to Emerald’s mind. “Sit up for me, baby.”

Shuri obliged eagerly, curious to what Emerald was doing. The smoker took a deep pull from the blunt, took Shuri gently by the throat, and brought the princess’s face closer to hers. Slowly, Emerald blew the stream of smoke right into Shuri’s lips, which had already formed an ‘o’ shape to receive it. Their lips were agonizingly close, and if it wasn’t for Emerald’s hand keeping her in place, Shuri would have leaned in to kiss Emerald.

Shuri withstood the smoke, feeling her mind becoming even more muddled by the drug. And as if her mind had been read, Emerald leaned in and connected her soft lips onto Shuri’s. Immediately, the princess melted into it, following Emerald’s guiding hand.

Emerald is the first to pull away, a smirk gracing her lips once she sees just how hooked Shuri is.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Emerald mutters, and Shuri couldn’t agree more.

A voice - your voice - calls from the kitchen, your tone amused and slightly worried by Emerald’s antics. “Are you done corrupting my baby? The food is almost ready.”

“We comin’, we comin’,!” Emerald says back, putting out her blunt and setting it on the ashtray on your coffee table, moving to stand up. Now that her mind isn't consumed with how pretty Shuri looks high and intaking the smoke from the shotgun, she notices that the princess is a bit too quiet for her liking. Giving Shuri’s figure a once over, Emerald’s expert eyes ntoice the slight tremble that’s overtaking Shuri’s body.

“A-Are you my hands suppose to be shaking, Emerald?”

“Shit-”

“Em, what’s wrong?”

Emerald is no stranger to green outs, witnessing and experiencing them alike, but the idea that she was too fast and too much for the princess to handle made a pang of guilt spring in her chest.

“Nothin’! Bring Shuri a glass of water, bae!”

Perplexed, you complied, reaching into the fridge for a bottle water and bringing it to the couch where Emerald and Shuri had made themselves at home, and you soon saw why Emerald requested the clear beverege.

“What the hell- Did you green her out?!”

“It was an accident, I swear!”

It takes a split second for you to take Emerald’s previous spot on the couch, immediately going into nurturing mode and examining the extent of Shuri’s trembles. It’s only her hands and legs that are shaking, not violently but also not slightly either.

“Em, help me take her sweatshirt off, she’s sweating,” you instruct, and in another swift motion, Emerald takes a seat behind Shuri on the couch. With care you strip the princess of her sweatshirt, leaving her in her black sports bra, her skin damn with a thin layer of sweat.

“Hey, baby, look at me,” you whisper softly to Shuri, who’s blown out eyes find yours with ease despite her current state, “you’re alright, okay? Just take some deep breaths, and drink this-” your hand gently pushes the small bottle of water into her own hands, which seemed to have calmed down from their light tremors, “-and I’ll bring you something to eat, okay?”

Shuri nods, taking in your words, though her mind is too foggy to comprehend much of anything else. Emerald embraces her from behind, and Shuri graciously finds comfort in leaning back into Emerald’s chest. The cotton fabric of her shirt is cool and refreshing against Shuri’s heated skin. As you stepped away to make your two lovers their plates, Emerald assists in bringing the water to Shuri’s lips to drink. The woman downed the liquid feverishly, and returns to her previous behavior of reaching for Emerald’s hand to ground her.

Once the bottle is done and discarded, Shuri goes to her wrist, pulling off the bracelet Emerald had been eying for its simple beauty. The princess places the beads on her chest, and before Emerald has a chance to ask what she’s doing, Shuri speakds;

“Griot, read me my vitals, please.”

“Hello, princess.” a male voice sounds out, spiraling Emerald further into confusion.

“Hol’ on, is your bracelet talkin’-?”

“Your blood pressure is 80/120. Your heart rate is 102 beats per minute, slightly higher than your average 90 beats per minute. All organ and artery functions are good. You seem to be experiencing Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose, specifically due to a potent strand of cannabis known as Indica. This can cause nausea, abdominal pain, and dehydration. Would you like me to recommend foods and beverages to counteract the Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose?”

“No, that is all, thank you-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Emerald’s voice interjects, “your bracelet just fucking talked-!”

In Emerald’s astonishment, Shuri directs the AI to introduce itself to Emerald, as she’s still a bit far gone in her mind to fully concentrate on explaining her invention.

“Hello. May I register your name into my memory stores, so I know how to address you?”

“Uh….Em..-Emerald Haywood?”

“Hello ‘Em’. Is it alright if I address you as such?”

“Uh…sure?”

“Okay, Em. My name is Griot. I am an artificial intelligence designed by and to assist Princess Shuri in her scientific and engineering endeavors. My primary functions outside of laboratory duties are to read the Princess her daily vitals, generate answers to the Princess’s questions based on searches through the World Wide Web, and set and read out reminders for the Princess throughout her day.”

Emerald is too shocked to speak - never in her life had she encountered a piece of technology so advanced. She knew that Shuri was a pretty important person, and a literal genius, so it’s no surprise she would come in contact with one of her creations, but nothing like this ever crossed her mind.

“Thank you for the vital read, Griot,” you say, as you come from the kitchen holding two plates of food in your hand. You set them on the coffee table, one for each woman.

“Hello Ms. (Y/N). You are welcome for the vital read.”

“Does Shuri have any important messages from home?”

The AI beeps, stalls for a second, before responding, “No new messages, Ms. (Y/N).”

“Good, you can go on standby, then. We’ll take care of Shuri’s green out.”

The AI bids you farewell and beeps off, and Shuri sends you a look that says ‘thank you’ in reference to you checking her messages, something she’d been bad on doing as of late. You turn to Emerald’ who is still staring at the silver beads resting on her partners chest, then shoots a look back up to you.

“She got a talkin’ bracelet-”

“They’re called kimoyo beads, babe. And it’s an AI installed in it-”

“Do you got a talkin’ bracelet I don't know about?!”

You shake your head, instead bringing attention to a pair of earrings similar to Shuri’s. “I have earrings instead. They’re more discreet this way.”

“....so when can I get a talkin’ bracelet, or earrings, or whatever?”

“Oh my god, Em, just help Shuri eat something so the THC don’t eat away at her more than it already has.”

At that, Shuri makes a move to sit up on her own, slow and albeit a bit wobbly, still coming down from the unpleasant experience from the THC overdose. “I’m-I’m okay. I can eat on my own….I think.”

After you’ve gotten your food, the next hour is spent with Emerald and you practically doting on the princess as she recovers miraculously fast from her green out. Perhaps it is due to the vibranium herbal stores in the kimoyo beads, of which would have been released onto the skin and penetrate the surface level when Shuri’s body began displaying signals of distress. Or, it could be the enhancement the heart-shaped herb gave Shuri’s immune system when ingested long ago. The cause of her recovery didn’t matter as much as the fact that she was better, and was able to function without tremors disrupting her movements.

The three of you ate in peace while a movie played - Emerald’s commentary being more of the star of the show than the actual characters in the movie. In that time, you were able to take in both women in all their glory. Their warm, sun kissed skin which now glowed from the warm white light your LED’s were shining, the way they were so trained on the television, the way they interacted with each other. You couldn’t believe that earlier you had any doubts of the two not getting along once they’d met each other in person. If anything, they seemed like they’d already known each other their whole lives.

Once dinner was finished and another round of wine was shared, you took the dirty dishes in the kitchen and prepared to clean up what little mess was left from your cooking. Emerald watched your figure shrink away into the kitchen area, thinking of something.

“Hey, princess,” she calls to the other woman, who responds with a hum, as her lips were currently occupied with the red alcoholic beverage in her cup.

“You’re around here more, right? Cuz you go to the same college bae-bae does right?” Emerald asks, using her nickname for you. Shuri nods, confirming Emerald’s suspicions with another hum.

“So have y’all, like, fucked recently?”

The question takes Shuri off guard, but gets her to think as well. After a moment, the princess shakes her head. “I think the last time we were intimate was…a month ago?”

“Damn, a month?”

“Yes - but I believe she had a lot of important projects coming up for that one photography class of hers.”

“Hm. Interesting.”

Emerald peers over her shoulder to take a glance at you, still scrubbing away in the kitchen. Shuri follows her gaze, slowly catching on to what Emerald was insinuating.

“And you two? How long has it been, I mean?”

“Shit, probably like a month and a half. I been dealing with shit with my brother, but normally she goes crazy if she don’t get it, y’know?”

“Indeed, I do know. The longest we’ve ever gone without sex would have been two weeks. I was away at home, and when I came back…for lack of better words, she was quite feral.”

There’s another pause, and Shuri and Emerald share a look.

“You don’t think…it was deliberate, her making us wait this long?”

“I think that she thinks shit is sweet, tryna play us like this.”

Emerald takes a swig of wine from her glass, swirling the red liquid inside. Then, abruptly, she stops. A lightbulb goes off in her head, and it’s evident by the smirk that grows on her lips. Shuri catches this, and has an idea of what Emerald’s mind is already concocting.

“What’re you planning, my gem?” Shuri questions with a knowing look, a crooked smile of anticipation gracing her lips.

“Just thinkin’...we should give her what she wants…” Emerald replies, placing her glass back on the coffee table, her smirk increasing, “...or not.”

Shuri’s eyebrows raise, though not with surprise; more out of anticipation…excitement. Admittedly, as soon as she had caught onto what Em was insinuating, she had felt that bud of excitement slowly unfurl in her stomach, only furthered by the attraction she had quickly grown towards Em and the attraction she already had for you.

“Oh, we’ll give her something. Who knew our girl could be so schemeful?”

The sound of the sink turning off interrupts Em before she canspeak. They both hear you rummaging around, tidying up whatever you had used before presumably joining them. Em takes the chance to connect her gaze with Shuri’s, nodding subtly to the storage closet where they both had placed their bags…the bags that contained the items that would surely make you think twice about doing something like this again.

Shuri, her smile widening, stands and quietly makes her way over, opening it and grabbing both bags. Ever since she had seen Em walk in and deposit the bag in your storage, a small part of her had been constantly thinking about what could be in; now, her heart speeds up slightly at the thought of finding out soon enough.

The silence in the other room makes you pause, as only a few seconds ago you had heard their voices, slightly drowned out by the running water, but there nonetheless. Now…it was silent. Almost abruptly so.

You quickly wipe your hands on the nearest towel before turning and making your way back into the main room, your eyes instantly flickering between your two favorite women. The sight that you meet makes you pause in your tracks, your heart seeming to know what was going before you did as it speeds up slightly.

“Is everything okay?”

Shuri sets the bags her and Em brought on the ground, her gaze landing on you afterwards. There’s a knowing look in her eye paired with something you could only liken to the look she adopted whenever you did something that amused her or made her proud. Your body reacted on its own, the same ball of heat from earlier slowly gaining size where it rested in your core. Though, as soon as you turn your gaze to Em, that heat turns into something you can just barely contain.

Her eyes narrow as she gazes at you from her spot on the couch, the dark pools of brown harboring a look that you recognize immediately.

“You think you slick, don’t you?”.

The question paired with the smug tone in Em’s voice has your body clenching around nothing, the ball of eat moving to envelop your entire body. The next breath you take in is shaky as your eyes move to Shuri. She only cocks her head, her eyes appraising you from where she stood.

“Em, baby, what are you talking about-”

Emerald sets her wine glass down with a sigh, leaning forward and pulling herself to the edge of her seat. Her eyes connect with yours with an intensity that’s so strong that it practically has you shaking as she motions for you to walk closer. It's so intense and so heady that you don’t realize you’re being surrounded until you feel a solid line of heat against your back, effectively trapping you in front of Em’s sitting form in front of you.

A small gasp leaves your mouth as Shuri’s hands snake around your waist. One is pressed open-palmed against your stomach, holding you in place, while the other raises and presses right against the space beneath your breasts. Her hands are gentle, but firm enough to tell you that you aren’t going anywhere unless she lets you. Her hands don’t move an inch as she lowers her head, placing a kiss against the shell of your hair only to continue placing them down the length of your neck. Her actions make your eyes flutter slightly, every other breath of yours hitched and shaky.

“Don’t play that. You know exactly what we talkin’ about- tryna play us like we wouldn’t figure it out.” There's a hint of authority in Em’s tone as she speaks, and you’re no stranger to it, as you had heard it more than once. But if it isn’t her voice and her words that make the insides of your thighs slick with arousal, then its the way she suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down, right onto the apex of her thigh. The feeling of her thigh against your clothed core is consuming enough to make you shiver, your hands raising and landing on her shoulder to give yourself more leverage.

“Keeping us away from you…makin’ up those excuses ‘bout being busy…and then gettin’ us to come here?” Every sentence is emphasized by her hands rocking your hips with a precision that's almost deadly. With every rock, the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs brushes perfectly against hers, making you curse.

“Thought you were doin’ somethin, huh?”

Shuri’s hands had shifted as you straddled Em’s leg, one raising to cup the underside of your jaw while the other slipped deftly under the cropped tank top adorning your top half. She cupped one of your bra-clad breasts, her thumb rubbing over the underside of it. The waves of pleasure emitting from your top and bottom half makes your eyes flutter until they close, your head falling back slightly to rest on Shuri’s chest.

“We’ll give you what you want, what you schemed so hard for…”

Shuri’s voice is almost raspy as she speaks into your ear, her lips brushing against your skin. The hand placed on your jaw reaches around until her slender fingers cover the expanse of your neck. Her hand presses into the diamond and vibranium encrusted necklace she had given you, the points of the panther claws digging slightly into your skin and only adding on another layer of pleasure.

EM’s hands tighten, increasing the speed with which she maneuvers your hips until you’re panting slightly, your throat bobbing with each breath under Shuri’s hand.

“But we’ll do it on our terms, now.”

Her sentence is almost close to a reprimand, making your eyes snap open right as Em’s hands stop, holding you in place. The pleasure that had been building quickly comes to a stand still, making a whine leave your mouth as you try rocking your hips once more. Em’s hands are unrelenting in their strength, not letting you move an inch as she stares up at you, a smirk slowly raising the corner of her mouth.

Any and all words you think of die on the tip of your tongue as Shuri’s hands pull you backwards, prompting you to stand on your feet once more. Your core throbbed as the pressure made by Em’s thigh disappeared.

Emerald watches as Shuri pulls you against her, one hand still on your neck while the other is placed on your hip. With a sound of frustration in your ear, Shuri quickly reaches for the cardigan hanging off your shoulders, pulling it until she all but rips it off your frame, and leaving you in the matching cotton shorts and cropped tank top.

“An entire month of nothing, and now you want to act shy. Why is that, usana? Hm?”

Emerald leans forward, blindly reaching for one of the bags that had been brought out, and the mere sight of her reaching in before pulling out the strap you had grown very comfortable with has your thighs clenching together and a whine crawling up your throat. It makes itself known as you breathlessly speak,

“Please. I just wanted-”

“We know what you want.”

Her movements are quick as her fingers wrap beneath the necklace adorning your neck, tightening it slightly. Every coherent thought of yours flies out of the window as Shuri’s hand suddenly delves beneath the waistband of your shorts, cupping your clothed core. The sudden sensation makes you jump, your ass pressing firmly into the front of her body as you bend over slightly.

“Shit-!”

She doesn’t give you time to recover or even catch your breath before her fingers are moving in tight circles over your clit, her other arm pulling you up until your back is pressed against her chest.

The feeling of Shuri’s fingers working you over while the other gently squeezes your neck makes your eyes roll back in pleasure, a drawn out moan leaving your lips. Her arm across your chest is strong enough to keep you standing on your shaky legs, as with each pass of her skilled fingers across the most sensitive part of you makes it harder to function.

It makes a tightness build in the pit of your stomach, one that only threatens to send out waves of pure pleasure and make you lose your bearings. One hand lands on her wrist where it disappears beneath your shorts, fingers wrapping around it while you soundlessly plead for her to keep going, while the other raises and grabs the back of her neck.

You can feel it building, the urge to let go and let Shuri’s hand alone work you through the orgasm cresting like a wave over your consciousness. Your mouth falls open and your breaths come quicker, pleas being mingled in with small cries…

And then Shuri wrenches her hand away, and the sound that leaves your mouth is borderline mournful as your orgasm is stopped abruptly.

Maybe you should’ve thought more about your little scheme and what would happen if they found out. You had been banking on them both being too worked up after a month or so to punish you like this, but that was obviously a mistake.

“Shuri, please…”

“You waited an entire month for this moment…I think you can wait a little longer.”

Her words make a whimper leave your mouth because…how much longer would you have to wait?

“Which one you want, princess?”

It's the sound of mischievousness and anticipation in Em’s honey smooth voice that makes your eyes snap open…and its the sight of the strap dangling from one hand while her go-to vibrator is in the other that makes your pussy clench around nothing.

This is it, this is how you die.

Em had at some point taken off her shirt and her pants, leaving her in a sports bra and a pair of boxers that hugged her hips. You swallow hard as she walks towards you, the toys in her hands taunting you with how much pleasure and punishment they could bring.

“I want something that’ll make her beg.”

Shuri’s words are emphasized by her hands turning you around before pushing you onto the couch, her and Em’s eyes appraising you as you lean back.

You wanted to tell them to hurry up and get on with it. You had been waiting for an entire month, albeit by your own willingness; but that entire month had been filled with you having to physically restrain yourself from jumping them whenever you saw them.

You weren’t in any position to make demands, though. You were completely and utterly at the mercy of both of your lovers…and it made you nervous and excited.

“We gon make her beg, alright.”

Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you watch with hooded eyes as Em drops the vibrator in its protective case on the table. She wraps her arms around Shuri’s waist from behind, her eyes holding yours as she lowers her lips to press a lingering, open mouthed kiss to where Shuri’s neck and shoulder meet.

Her hands spread Shuri’s legs slightly before hooking into the waistband of her sweatpants and pulling them down, all while continuing to press her lips against any skin she could reach. The sight of Shuri’s head falling back against Em’s shoulder, her strong jawline in perfect view as it clenches makes your hand act on its own accord. It slides down, running over your breasts and the tips of your hardened nipples before continuing its path to your leaking pussy. The warning in Em’s eyes makes your actions halt, your eyes instantly focusing on the sight of her hands skillfully wrapping the buckles around Shuri’s thighs before fastening them in the back. Her hand picks up a bottle that had been placed on the table, opening it and squeezing a generous amount of the lube into her hand.

“Look at her, ‘Ri.”

Shuri’s eyes follow Em’s words, connecting with yours right as Em’s hand closes over the shaft of the silicone dildo hanging between Shuri’s legs. She glides her hand up and down the length of it as the corner of her lips curve into a smile you know all too well; one that says she knows exactly what's about to happen but you don’t.

“Look how needy she is...after a month of playin, now she wanna act impatient.”

It only takes a few steps for Em to step around Shuri and make her way around the couch you’re on, your eyes following her until they physically can’t anymore. You crane your neck to try and get a glimpse of where she disappeared behind you, but your attention is quickly pulled back when you feel your necklace being grabbed.

Shuri’s eyes are hard when you look back, and she’s closer than she had been mere seconds ago. You rarely forget about the Black Panther’s abilities she had adopted, but her speed, agility, and endurance whenever you two fucked had always served as a good reminder.

“Take these off before I rip them off.” Her hands fist into the material of the cotton shorts adorning your bottom half, and you eagerly and quickly move to follow her directions, knowing full well that she could.

Your hips lift off of the couch and your hands scramble to pull them off, something you’ve been waiting to do ever since they both showed up, but your movements aren’t fast enough for the princess; that much is obvious in the way she growls before grabbing your hips, pulling them to the edge of the couch and quickly wrenching your shorts and underwear down.

The startled yelp that leaves your mouth quickly turns into a gasp as the air hits your pussy, the slickness making the air colder than it is as Shuri pushes your legs further apart. The sound of your folds separating with a squelch has a hissed breath leaving Shuri’s mouth, her eyes focusing on the part of you that she loved to bury her face into; the part of you that fed her when she was thirsting for you and gave her life while simultaneously making her want to stay until she could no longer breathe.

“How’s our girl looking, ‘Ri?”

Em’s question comes right before her hands abruptly pull your shirt up and reach beneath the cups of your bra, replacing them with her cold, firm hands. In a single motion, she has them spilling out, the straps of your bra falling down your shoulders. She rolls them in the palms of her hands, your back arching as her fingers tweak your nipples, rolling them between her fingers and gently pulling on them.

Shuri presses the pad of her thumb right onto your clit, the pressure making you jerk slightly. She drags it down between your folds, collecting the slick that’s gathered and just spreading it more, taking special care to spread it around your entrance. Your eyes threaten to close at her actions, your jaw becoming slack as heavy breaths leave your mouth; but you’re hellbent on watching everything they do to you. You had been waiting for this moment; you’d be damned if you didn't see everything.

Shuri’s voice is rough but proud as she answers Em’s question. She slows her motions, drawing out the sounds that come from her thumb swirling through your folds.

“She’s practically dripping, and its all for us.”

“And we not wasting a drop of it, are we?”

Instead of answering, Shuri separates her thumb from your clit before lifting it. Before she can get far, Em’s hand is reaching forward to grab it, lowering her head until she can wrap her lips around Shuri’s thumb. She’s positioned right over you, giving you the perfect view of how jaw works as she swirls her tongue around Shuri’s fingers, collecting every inch of your arousal she could.

Em hums as she pulls back, the sound coming from low in her throat and shooting straight to your center.

“Oh, we not wastin’ that.”

Shuri lets go of your necklace, but its only to grab the backs of your knees and hike them into the air. She places a knee on the edge of the couch, pushing your knees towards your ears and just about folding you in half. As if they had communicated without speaking, Em’s hands replaced Shuri’s, keeping your legs suspended.

Needless to say, your flexibility had improved greatly after fucking around with Emerald Haywood and Shuri.

The position has your pussy bared to Shuri in its entirety, clenching around nothing in anticipation for the slight burn of being stretched.

Shuri’s eyes take it all in, dark and half lidded as if intoxicated from the sight, the smell, and the sound alone.

“What's your safe word?”

You can barely get the word out, your breath trembling. Her question only tells you that what's about to happen to you may warrant a safe word. It isn’t surprising, as it was a regular occurrence for both of them to ask for your safe word in separate settings…but being reminded of it while being in the clutches of both Emerald and Shuri had you trembling.

You have the nerve to think that she’ll continue even without you answering the question, but when her eyes, questioning and demanding at the same time, raise and meet yours…you know that it's in your better interest to answer.

“B-button.”

The word is barely out of your mouth before Shuri is wrapping a hand around the dildo and lining it up at your entrance, her eyes not straying from yours for a second.

“You good, ‘bae?”

Em’s voice is soft as she whispers into your ear, placing a kiss on your earlobe where your kimoyo earring sits. She shifts so that the crook of her elbow holds your leg, freeing her hand and letting it go back to your breast. She firmly cups your breast in one hand, her fingers rubbing over your nipple slowly. You can only nod in silence, your lips parting and your breath leaving you quickly. Shuri’s eyes meet Em’s as she braces her hands against the back of the couch.

A cry tears from your throat as Shuri snaps her hips forward, burying herself until the base of the strap brushes slightly against your skin. The burn is familiar, as well is the feeling of being stretched close to your breaking point…but it's welcomed.

There’s a slight burn in your legs as they start shaking already, but you don’t have to worry about them moving.

“Open your eyes, babygirl.”

“Look at me.”

Both Em and Shuri’s voices ring out at the same time and your eyes open, not wanting to disobey either one of them. You hadn’t even noticed that they had closed, too engrossed in the feeling of Shuri firmly situated between your walls while Em’s hands worked you over, adding a layer of pleasure that penetrated your entire consciousness.

Your lips move soundlessly, your breath being stolen by the waves of pleasure wracking your body and lighting every nerve of yours on fire. You want to beg Shuri to just move- you want to feel the length of her hitting every spot it could reach inside you…but she just stays still, buried fully inside of you.

“Use your words, mamas.”

Emerald’s voice reminds you that you answer to both of them tonight, and its with great difficulty that you find your voice.

“I want you. Fuck, use me. Use me, use me-”

That was evidently all Shuri needed to hear.

Her fingers close around the necklace she gifted you, pulling you forward just enough for you to have the perfect view of her disappearing into you before pulling out and slamming back in. Every stroke makes you jerk slightly, though you can’t go far due to both of their grips on you.

The desperation and lust in your voice makes a quick breath leave Em, her own pussy throbbing slightly as she watches her princess drill into her babygirl. She can hear her own breaths, slightly louder than usual, as she quickly raises her fingers to her mouth, quickly swiping her tongue over them.

She only has to lean forward slightly to reach what she’s been wanting to touch all day.

Your legs threaten to close as her fingers land on your clit, but Shuri’s hand grabbing your ankle stops that from happening. In doing so, it only allows her to hit a different angle…a different spot; one that has black spots entering your vision.

Incoherent words leave your mouth at the overstimulation that's quickly building, forming a ball of heat in your stomach. It’s almost too much, having that one spot hit over and over, relentlessly, while Em worships your clit with only her fingers.

“Oooh, baby. I’m bout…I can’t. Em, please, I can’t hold it…”

Your words are slurred as your head lolls back. It lands in the crook of Em’s neck and she takes the chance to wrap her slender fingers around your jaw, tilting your head back more to where she can whisper directly into your ear. Her breath is hot as it brushes against your skin, and the small sensation makes another whine leave your throat.

“Yes, you can. Take it. Take it, babygirl.”

Her words only push you closer to the edge, making your moans rise in volume until…well, until you’re sure you’ll have to apologize to your neighbors in the morning.

There are a multitude of sounds echoing through the space around you; the sound of Shuri’s thighs slapping against your ass, the soft squelching that comes from her strap entering your pussy, her heavy breaths that she emphasizes each stroke with, Em’s whispered words that alternated between demands and words of praise.

Shuri can’t stop the sounds of pure lust from leaving her own lips as she drills into you. Her eyes rake down your body, lingering on the way your bare chest heaves and how the thin layer of sweat reflects the lights above you. They zero in on the way Em’s fingers rub relentlessly at your clit, slipping slightly because of how wet you are.

They zero in on how your hand lands on the back of Em’s neck, your acrylics digging slightly into her skin to hold her closer…and they zero in on the look of pure adoration, love, and lust in your half-lidded eyes as you look at her.

She can tell by the way you’re mumbling incoherently, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, that your orgasm is close to washing completely over you. While she loves to hear you whimper and plead for sweet release, knowing that she had you right under her thumb, she has to admit that the sight of you cumming is a sight that she’ll never grow tired of. Its the desire to see exactly that which makes her push your leg back further, opening you up even more and drilling almost impossibly deeper.

“Shuri, ‘m bout to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-”

“You gon cum? Hm?”

Em’s fingers speed up, enough to make your bottom half tremble with how fast her motions are.

“Didn’t we say you have to beg for it?”

Shuri’s words don’t affect her motions at all; if anything, they only intensify. It makes the cry that had slowly been building in the base of your throat leave your mouth, hoarse and full of pleasure.

“Please! Please, can I cum- please, let me, I can’t-”

There are tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as they shut tightly, making you miss the look shared between Emerald and Shuri.

Its easy for the both of them to share in a feeling of desire, as they both harbored a need to take care of you…and to fuck you so well you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name.

They communicated silently, only talking to you after they both gave subtle nods to each other.

“Let go. Let go, usana.”

Almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you, stealing your breath and making your body lock up. Your back arches off of the couch as your hand scrambles to grab something, eventually landing on Shuri’s wrist. It feels like it lasts for a few minutes, at least, and the entire time, you have to focus on not passing out. Its so intense that you can barely hear both Shuri and Em as they talk you through it.

You can feel Shuri as she continues to slowly pump into you, every detail on the strap rubbing deliciously against your walls, and you can still feel Em as she slows her movements down, only slightly, as she continues rubbing at your overstimulated clit.

It’s only after your body sags against the couch once again, breaths heavy and hard to control, that they both stop their movements. Shuri slowly slides out of you, making a small noise leave your mouth at the empty feeling that follows.

She lowers herself onto the couch beside you, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction only to find nothing but something she would liken to ecstasy.

Em slowly brings her fingers to a stop, reveling in how slick they are, and reveling in the fact that it all belonged to you. She lets her wet fingers brush over any skin they come across as she drags her hand up your sweat covered body before gently lowering your legs . She uses the same hand to turn your face towards hers, your eyes fluttering as you tried to find her through your blurry vision.

“You good, ‘ma?”

You can only nod, an affirming tone escaping your throat. Ignoring the fact that your limbs are so heavy you can’t exactly move them yet and the realization that your legs will most definitely be nonfunctional tomorrow, you’d say that you were in a blissful state.

“How is she?”

Your vision clears just enough for you to see the satisfied smile on Em’s face as she looks at you, and it makes a groggy, tired grin appear on your face. She leans in, connecting her lips with yours for a few seconds before pulling back and planting another kiss on your forehead.

“She’s good. A lil out of it…but she’s good.”

‘Out of it’ is probably an understatement.

A soft laugh leaves Shuri’s mouth as her hand fixes your necklace around your neck, her fingers running gently over the small marks the necklace made in your skin. The sensation makes your head loll to the side to find her eyes, and when you do, her smile widens.

“What do you need, usana?”

You were coherent enough to recognize both of their questions as the same ones they asked after fucking you separately. The realization that you really had the best of both worlds within this relationship made your grin widen and made your heart soar.

“I’m okay. Just…stay here, both of you.”

That was something they both were eager to do, and it was evident in their actions. Shuri reaches down, grabbing her discarded sweatshirt before helping you sit up and pull it over your body. Em stands, making her way to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth on the way only to quickly come back with it soaked in warm water.

She sits on the other side of you, taking notice of how quickly Shuri had unfastened the strap and set it to the side. The princess looks up and at Em, a fond and loving look on her face that’s undoubtedly a result of seeing the dopey smile on your face. Em shakes her head in amusement as she lowers herself onto the couch before using the wash cloth and cleaning between your legs. The feeling makes you jump slightly as it brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves, Em gently reassuring you that she’s basically done before she even started.

The wash cloth is set somewhere, but you can only focus on the feeling of pure relaxation that's taking over your limbs, making a small yawn escape your mouth and your eyes close.

Your limbs are maneuvered by two sets of hands until you’re laying on someone’s chest, your body pressing along the line of theirs with their arm around your shoulders. The light scent of sage and lavender tells you that you’re laying on top of Shuri, and you look forward to the feeling of Em joining you, but a few seconds pass without that happening.

“How the hell we all gon fit on this couch?”

“We’ll figure it out. Come, my gem. You know you want to join.”

There’s a teasing tone in Shuri’s voice as she addresses Em, and you can feel one of her arms lift to presumably beckon her closer. Without even lifting your head, you reach out blindly until you grab onto her hand. You pull until her legs hit the couch, and only then do you scoot until you’re pressed against the back of the couch, making room for her to join.

“If I fall, I’m gettin on both of y’all’s asses.”

Your lips curve into a smile at her words and at the feeling of the couch dipping further. An arm is thrown around your waist, and the feeling of comfort intensifies as you’re embraced by the two people who hold your heart between them.

Shuri loves the early morning sunrise that your studio apartment gets in the morning. The floor to ceiling windows does wonders for allowing natural lighting into your space, and she’s found herself sitting in the space right in front of the clear glass, where the wooden floor of the main room meets the little one-two steps that lead into the tiled kitchen area. It’s where the light shines the brightest, where the heat of the suns beams is strongest.

Shuri communes with herself here, whenever she visits you. Early in the morning while you're still fast asleep, curled in your blankets and pillows just like you were now, Shuri takes the time to sneak away into the warm little spot on the floor, to meditate, to ground herself, to just think.

But sometimes, Shuri thinks too much.

She thinks of everything, and she thinks of nothing. Millions of thoughts plague her mind every day and every night, even protruding into her dreams, on the rare occasions she does have. It’s only in your arms that the thoughts quiet down, and the voices are held at bay, but they aren’t kept away for long. Because at some point, she’ll have to face them again, and they will consume her, and you aren’t always in her corner when she needs you to take them away.

So, she’s learned to sit with them. Let them overwhelm her brain like static. Eventually, they calm down, and she can breathe again. And it's mornings like these, where she sits in the glow of the morning sun, where the thoughts aren’t so loud, and Shuri’s mind is at ease, that she enjoys the most.

“What’chu doin’ up this early, princess?”

Her voice comes first - rich, smooth, slightly raspy from sleep, and for a moment. It’s addictive, especially now that she’s had the pleasure of hearing it in person, and not from her holographic screen next to her bed from the three of you falling asleep on call together.

Then, comes the gentle touch of her hand - short french-tipped nails brush against Shuri’s cheek and the warmth of her open palm causes the princess’s head to lean into it. She stands behind Shuri, and it takes all of her to not lean back into the other woman’s legs.

“Nothing, my gem,” Shuri assures Emerald, as she opens her eyes, greeted by the reflection of her lover caressing her face lovingly, “just thinking.”

Emerald is a sight to see in the morning. Sweats that hang dangerously low on her hips revealing the band of her boxers that are snug on her pelvis, and a loose cropped shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair hangs low, curls obscuring her eyes, and it only makes her look more tempting to the princess.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout what?” Emerald asks, moving to take a seat next to you, her body pointed to Shuri’s, which faces the window.

The princess shrugs, not really knowing the answer herself. “I don’t know, really.”

“Do you think a lot?”

“Unfortunately.”

Emerald hums in response, her hand still resting on Shuri’s cheek. “What about?”

“A lot of things,” Shuri answers, “a lot of things that would certainly overwhelm you, or (Y/N).”

“So, princess things?”

“Princess things…and then some.”

A soft chuckle escapes both of their lips, with a smile that stays on Emerald’s as she takes in Shuri’s appearance. She still had on the same sweatpants as yesterday, as well as the sports bra, but the sight couldn’t be any more delicious to the dark skinned woman. It didn’t help that her eyes were half-lidden and her curls were a mess, a sure sign that the princess was still riddled with sleep.

“I don’t like thinking sometimes,” Shuri mutters after a moment. Emerald hums once more, urging her to continue.

“It’s too much to think, sometimes. People expect me to, though. To think, to have all the answers. I do- well, not all the answers to everything, but I do get answers. But I also get overwhelmed. Sometimes…I wish someone else could do the thinking for a while. Let my brain get quiet for a bit. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to think, but I’m sure, compared to now, it was pleasant.”

Shuri mumbles on, and Emerald takes into account her body language as she speaks - she’s relaxed, but still slightly rigid. She can see it in the way Shuri’s stomach is tense, possibly with anxiousness. Emerald understands why, even though she jokes about it often; she knows the job of a royal isn’t easy, especially for Shuri. She think’s for everyone and has no outlet of her own to turn to.

“You don’t wanna think for a while, right?”

Shuri pauses for a moment, before nodding her head ‘yes’ in response.

“I can make that happen for you, princess.”

Before Shuri has a chance to question Emerald’s statement, she feels her other hand gliding against her midsection in a soothing, almost sultry motion. The low octave of which she spoke made warmth pool into Shuri’s stomach, into her core. Chocolate brown irises bore into each other deeply, tempting each other to lean in.

“I can help you stop thinkin’, is that what you want, baby?”

Shuri nods, this time her reaction is almost immediate. Emerald leans in and captures Shuri’s lips in a breathtaking kiss. It soon turns passionate; Emerald is on Shuri’s lap, and the princess’s grip on her hips is deadly as she whines into the kiss, heat pooling into Shuri's core, begging for attention.

Once the need for oxygen becomes too great, Emerald is the first to pull away, lips swollen and chest heaving from the intensity of the kiss. She stands, pulling Shuri up with her, and places a quick kiss onto the princess’s lips while tugging at her bottoms.

“Bed. Now.” Emerald demands. “And take these off, too. I’ma be right back.”

Shuri is quick to follow instructions - as Emerald goes to retrieve her strap from her bag in the storage closet, Shuri makes quick work at discarding her clothes and takes back her place on the bed, of which the three of you had retreated to at some point during the night after your previous lovemaking session.

It’s only when she’s back on the bed that she remembers your presence there, too, her eyebrows furrowed together. Although you were a deep sleeper, and can - and have - slept through violent storms and countless other loud actions, was Emerald seriously about to fuck her right next to you?

Out of her peripheral, Shuri sees Emerald return, her sweats discarded and now replaced with the boxer briefs needed for her strap. She makes a trek for the coffee table, grabbing the vibrator case that was discarded there the night prior, and from it, she produces one of the two vibrators from the set. A tiny bullet vibrator, and the sight of it alone forces Shuri to swallow the whine she desperately wants to emit, while she can feel her pussy leaking with anticipation.

Emerald climbs onto the bed, her presence demanding Shuri’s attention, knowing what the princess beneath her is thinking.

“Don’t think ‘bout her,” Emerald says, referencing your sleeping figure, your back turned to them as you snoozed soundly, deep in slumber, “don’t think, baby, just feel, can you do that for me?”

Fuck, Emerald is too good at this. Too good at taking command, too good at picking apart Shuri’s mind.

“Need you to let me in that pretty head of yours, princess. Let me take control,” Emerald leans down onto Shuri’s body, leaving kisses from her lips, trailing down her jawline, into the dip of her neck. It leaves the princess breathless, so much so that she doesn’t even hear when Emerald activates the vibrator.

“You gon’ let me in there, Princess?”

Shuri nods eagerly, but it’s nothing compared to the gasp that leaves her lips when Emerald presses the tiny bullet right onto Shuri’s dripping heat, the unholy noises that come from the vibrations and her slick meeting. The metal of the device is cold at first, but with Emerald’s skillful hands circling the device around Shuri’s clit in agonizingly slow motions, it’s not long before Shuri’s brain becomes muddled and weak.

“Fuck, fuck, Em, please…” Shuri whines when the device is place right onto her clit, which is only encouragement for the other woman to continue. There’s a slight tremble in Shuri’s legs already, and it gets Emerald excited.

“Princess is already goin’ dumb,” she hums affectionately right into Shuri’s ear, and the statement awakens something deep within her that she wasn’t aware was even present, “goin’ dumb over a lil’ vibe?”

Shuri’s ability to speak was stripped from her with Em’s words, even more so when she slipped a digit in between her seeping folds. A silent moan left Shuri’s lips at the added pressure, her head began shifting from side to side, overwhelmed from the littlest of contact.

Emerald pressed soothing kisses onto Shuri’s neck while her digit pumped in and out of Shuri’s folds, a gasp of her own slipping past her lips once she actually got a feel for how wet the princess was. Shuri’s pussy was practically sopping with slick, making her in and out motions seem effortless. There was so much, she was surprised her entire hand wasn’t covered with it. It was too tempting - Emerald had to have a taste.

Shuri’s eyes were closed, too caught up in the feeling of pleasure. The sudden absence of Emerald’s face in her neck made the princess whine, but it was soon replaced with a silent scream when the vibrator that had been abusing her clit for the past few minutes was removed, and replaced with Emerald’s tongue.

“Oh, fuck, n-no, Em, please-” but it was too late. The vibrator deactivated and discarded, Emerald’s now free hand went to place itself on top of Shuri’s abdomen, steadying the princess’s desperate attempts at shying away, but Emerald wasn’t having it. She added another digit, picked up the pace, and started curling her fingers inside Shuri’s velvety walls, trying to pinpoint the spot that would have her legs trembling. And when Emerald did find it, and started brushing it mercilessly while her tongue did wonders on Shuri’s clit, the princess couldn’t control the volume of her voice anymore.

“Em, em, I’m cumming-” Shuri whines, her eyes beginning to swell with tears of overwhelming pleasure, “please- please, I can’t- oh, Bast, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-!”

Emerald’s assault on Shuri’s pussy remained ruthless as the princess rode out her high, the blinding pleasure being taken out on the poor sheets and Emerald’s poor curls, but the sting only edged Emerald on further. It took everything in Shuri to not let the Black Panther strength overtake her as her legs closed around Emerald’s head, tremors racking through her limbs in waves. IT’s only when Shuri is coming down that Emerald’s actions begin to slow to a halt.

Emerald lifts her head to see Shuri, spent and breathless, her chest heaving from the intensity of her climax. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, it drives Emerald insane. She slowly pulls her fingers from Shuri’s fluttering core, making the princess’s legs close once again and her core clench around nothing. The lack of presence inside of her makes her whine, but Emerald has plans to fix that soon.

When Shuri opens her eyes once again, the sight before has the slick between her legs pooling once again. Emerald has brung the fingers which were previously buried deep inside of her to her lips, relishing in Shuri’s delectable taste. It’s a sight that has Shuri’s head falling back onto the pillow, desperate for Emerald’s touch once again.

Said woman climbs her way back up to Shuri’s face, taking care to glance at your figure to make sure you were still sleeping. Once your figure is confirmed to be still fast asleep, Emerald plants a series of kisses onto Shuri’s lips, of which the princess returns just as eagerly. “You good, princess?”

Shuri is too breathless to speak, so all that comes out in response is a nod and a short whine, which makes Emerald chuckle. “Got you so dumb, can’t even speak.”

Her words have an intense heat creep up Shuri’s neck, because she knew part of it was true. “That’s fine. I’ll just learn your body instead.”

Shuri jumps when the tip of the cool silicone brushes against her sensitive clit, another whine emitting from her lips. She’s about to question when did Emerald have time to slip the strap into place in her boxers, but the other woman is already a step ahead of her. She’s stroking Shuri’s thighs as she gets them into position, helping the princess relax, even though the events of her previous orgasm are still present in the light trembles that run through Shuri’s legs.

“Hold ‘em back for me baby,” it’s so embarrassing, but Shuri complies, holding the back of her knees in the crevice of her elbow, bearing her sopping wet heat to Emerald, and she all but gasps at the sight of such a pretty pussy on display just for her. It’s nothing compared to the pictures and videos she was blessed with until now, and Emerald takes her time drinking in the sight. Though it’s not long before Shuri gets needy again, and Emerald has to shush the princess with promises of taking care of her soon enough.

“Need you to do somethin’ for me, princess,” Emerald says, as she aligns the strap to Shuri’s entrance, lubricating the silicone with the other woman’s cum and slick, “Need you to focus on my strap, okay? Don’t think ‘bout nothin’ else, you hear me?”

Emerald’s hand rubs soothing strokes along Shuri’s inner thigh; the princess nods with a hum, but it’s not enough for Emerald this time. “Use your words for me, baby.”

“I will,” Shuri chokes out, “I’ll focus on the- oohh my god-!”

In the midst of Shuri’s response, Emerald pressed the silicone strap between Shuri’s folds, and she and Shuri watch as it disappears into the princess. Shuri wants to shout, scream, but nothing comes out of her throat, so she’s left in a silent scream as the overwhelming feeling of being filled by Emerald consumes her entire being.

Emerald buries herself to the base, her stomach brushing ever so gently against Shuri’s sensitive clit, and it makes the princess jerk and the strap inside of her to move ever so slightly, and Shuri is seeing stars.

She feels it, everything in its entirety. The veins that run the length of Emerald’s strap, the tip of it that is oh so close to brushing against that spongy spot of pleasure. And she’s full, so incredibly full and stuffed that there’s nothing else her mind can even begin to think about. Her brain has been emptied of everything else, and the only thing in it is Emerald, and how deliciously she's filling her.

Shuri can’t speak, and Emerald doesn’t force her to. Instead, she takes note of Shuri’s body language, allowing that to be her guide on how to proceed. Once Shuri has calmed down from the overwhelming sensation, and she begins to release noises of desperation, Emerald begins to move.

Her pace is slow and steady, but even so, it has Shuri belting out mewls of pleasure, incoherent babbles spewing from her lips, and it’s here that Emerald confirms she has officially made Shuri dumb for her dick, and the thought alone boosts her ego to incredible heights.

Though Emerald is enraptured by the pants and moans that are spilling out from Shuri’s lips, she can’t help but notice that there’s another spill of them, and when she turns to check on your supposedly sleeping figure, she finds you, in fact, not sleeping, but very much caught up in your own pleasure, with one hand fondling your breast, and the other rubbing circles into your own clit.

It causes her to chuckle, seeing you so easily worked up out of your sleep, and while she maintains her long, languid strokes into Shuri, she reaches over to you, surprising you when her two digits slip right into your slippery heat with ease.

Soon you and Shuri are moaning messes, so close to coming undone together, when Emerald has the best idea she’s ever had in her life.

“Shuri, baby, open your eyes for me,” and Shuri obliges, being met with the delicious sight of Emerald looking down at her with so much love and desire, and in following down her outstretched arm, she sees you, utterly lost on Emerald’s fingers pumping in and out of you as well.

“Can my princess come pleasure my babygirl? While I fuck you from behind? Can you do that for me?”

Emerald doesn’t even have to ask, because the minute she retracts her strap and her hands from both you and Shuri’s core, the princess makes quick work to settle herself between your legs, immediately dipping down to lick and suck at your clit, and you release a desperate, “Haaa, fuck, please…-!” when Shuri’s long fingers slip into your core to replace Emerald’s.

Not a moment passes before Emerald is right behind Shuri, once again aligning herself with the other woman's entrance, and Shuri releases a long, drawn out, “Fuuucckk,” when Emerald slips back inside of her with ease. She picks up her pace, her strokes causing the princess to jerk forward with every thrust, which in turn causes delicious friction against your clit as Shuri’s tongue laps and sucks as it with hunger. Heavy moans and high-pitched whines fill the tiny yet luxurious studio apartment, and as Shuri was still reeling from her last orgasm, it’s only natural that she’s also the first to feel the knot in her stomach tightening once again.

“Shuri, Shuri please, I wanna cum…!” you beg, which only insights her own spiel of whimpering for release, “fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, Em, I’m cumming again!”

And Emerald would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling one coming for herself, too, because delivering these back shots to Shuri had the edge of the base of the strap brushing against her own clit just right in these boxers. She couldn’t hold out for long. None of them could.

“You gon’ cum for me, princess?” Emerald slurs, and Shuri’s hums of response in such a beautiful, lust filled voice has the dark skinned woman drunk, desperate to hear more. “You gonna make babygirl cum, too?”

“Pleeaaseee, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad, please!” Your squeal of desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman, and it’s Emerald’s whispers of praise - ‘make us cum, princess’, ‘you’re doin’ so good, baby’, ‘fuck, you makin’ me feel that shit, baby’ - that drive Shuri over the edge.

Shuri cums once more, no, she squirts this time, her orgasm spraying all across the sheets and Emerald’s bottom half. You’re soon to follow, releasing right into Shuri’s mouth, and the princess drinks every last of your release. And Emerald is the last, her strokes becoming uncoordinated and unsteady as a sign of her impending climax, and it’s with one last thrust that she stills inside of Shuri, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the intensity of her own orgasm.

It takes a moment, but all three of you collapse back onto your respective places on the bed - Shuri in the middle, you on the right, and Emerald on the left, closest to the wall. In synchronized heaving and shared glances of love and adoration for one another, a smile graces on each of your faces.

“Well, if I ain’t know any better, I’d say this is a great morning,” hums Emerald, who is the first to recover. You and Shuri, still spent - Shuri more so, as she endured not one, but two earth shattering orgasms - release breathless laughs of agreement to the dark skinned woman.

“Goodmorning, my love,” Shuri hums, “and yes, great morning, my gem.”

“G’morning…” you yawn.

And what a good morning it was.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 1)

Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-38 to 7-43.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-38

(Beeeep, beeeep)

Idia: ….ZZzz…Z…

(Beeep beeep)

Idia: …..Ugh, would ya shuddup… Who is it?

(Idia answers the phone)

???: Ah, you finally picked up. It’s morning already, come on.

Idia: …Who are you?

Ortho: Who am I…? What, did you forget your own little brother? It’s me, Ortho.

Idia: Ortho? No, Ortho’s in my room…. Huh? Wait a sec…

Ortho: Big bro, we haven’t shared a room together since we were little kids. You sound like you’re still half-asleep.

Idia: But you and me are attending Night Raven College together… Huh. Huh? Ortho, where are you right now?

Ortho: What? I’m…. At Royal Sword Academy. Today’s the entrance ceremony, and I’m a freshman! Isn’t Night Raven College having their entrance ceremony today, too? You were saying before that you absolutely couldn’t oversleep, since this is the first time you’ll be performing your duties as a housewarden and all, and you asked me to give you a call in the morning.

Idia: Is… That right? I guess so.

Ortho: I know we’re going to different schools and all, but I’m still really happy I get to go to a school on Sage’s Island since you’re here.

Idia: Gotcha, so you’re in high school now, huh….

Ortho: Ah ha haha! Why are you talking like mom and dad? Alright, I’ll be going now… You better not go back to sleep after I hang up! Bye!

(The call ends)

Idia: Ahh, my head feels all fuzzy. Maybe I got a little too into my gaming last night. Wait, why did I even ask Ortho to give me a wake-up call? The entrance ceremony here doesn’t start till tonight. …Meh, whatever. Today’s a happy day 'cause Ortho’s finally starting high school. Let’s see if I can’t kill some time until the ceremony. …Guess I’ll just start on my dailies for now. I’ll take a look-see at the items I got from that quest yesterday and clean up my inventory a bit… I can just sell whatever I don’t need.

[Muscle Crimson has logged in]

Idia: Huh? It’s Muscle Crimson-Shi. He usually doesn’t log on this early.

Gloomurai: Muscle Crimson-Shi, thx for going on that farming spree w me last night! The drop rate was ass tho

Muscle Crimson: Ah, if it isn’t Gloomurai. Thank you for your assistance last night, too. Thanks to you, I believe I’ll be able to craft that new weapon I’ve been eyeing.

Gloomurai: Oooh u mean that long sword? u gotta bust it out on our next quest!

Muscle Crimson: Yes, of course. I owe everything to you, after all. Ah, and I ended up picking up the materials for that helmet you’ve been wanting in a drop. Would you please accept them from me?

Gloomurai: WHAT!! fr!? but those items are super rare u could get so much money if u sold them…

Muscle Crimson: How about the two of us take on our next quest together decked out in our new equipment?

Gloomurai: siiiick. man im so happy rn…. ty ty ty～

Muscle Crimson: By the way, it’s quite unusual for you to be logged in at this hour. Do you have the day off today?

Gloomurai: i got plans tonight so i figured id wrap up my dailies now. wby

Muscle Crimson: I am also free until tonight.

Gloomurai: u wanna crush some daily quests w me?

Muscle Crimson: That would be much appreciated. Then please allow me to accompany you.

Gloomurai: k im gonna hop off now. gg!

Muscle Crimson: Of course, today was a lot of fun. Until we meet again.

[Muscle Crimson has logged out]

Idia: Phew. I only meant to do my dailies, but we ended up going kinda overboard and doing a buncha side quests. And thanks to all those super rare materials he gave me, I was able to make some new equipment…. Today’s been totally awesome so far. …Oof, I gotta start getting ready. Got that big entrance ceremony coming up and the whole student body has to be there. What a pain in the ass. I got a bad feeling today’s about to take a 180 nosedive… This sucks. If Ortho wasn’t looking forward to this so much, who…..Huh? Wait, Ortho doesn’t have anything to do with it. ‘Cause he’s enrolled at Royal Sword Academy, not NRC. The heck am I saying. ..Aah, whatever. I’ll just go change into my ceremony outfit… Yikes, it’s still got a cleaning service tag on it and the date’s from last year. And I thought I was the shut-in, this thing only thing leaves the room, like, once a year. LOL.

Episode 7-39

Idia: Ngh… The entrance ceremony’s about to start… I’m feeling weirdly nervous. I got a feeling something bad’s gonna happen, and I don’t like it. Anyways, why do the housewardens even have to go around and greet everybody in the first place? We’re just a bunch of randos to the freshies. We’re gonna go up and be like, “congrats on being admitted” and they’ll be like, “uhh who tf are you?”…

???: Is that you, Shroud?

Idia: Eep!?

Malleus: So, it is you. How unusual.

Idia: M-Malleus-shi… Why’re you here?

Malleus: How long has it been? Ha ha, I haven't seen you much since you became housewarden.

Idia (thinking to himself): (Malleus Draconia….. The crown prince of Briar Valley and Diasomnia's housewarden! He's totally an ultra SSR character who should be headlining the orientation! So what's he doing here?!)

Malleus: And I never thought to run into you outside, of all places. What are you up to?

Idia: Y'know. I decided I'd just, uh...go... You know. Same as you.

Malleus: I see. Same as me.

(beep beep beep)

Idia: Huh? Something’s beeping.

Malleus: Yes… That was this fellow here. It appears it’s hungry. Now then, what kind of food shall I give you today….

Idia: Hold up!!!! That’s a “Gao Gao Drakon-kun!” And it’s a first gen!!!

Malleus: Oh, my. Are you familiar with it?

Idia: Yeah, but I’ve only played with the kind that has color LCD screens. This is insane, I can’t believe you have a first gen unit! I had no idea people even still played with them.

Malleus: …Indeed. It’s broken down more times than I can count, but I’ve always had it repaired. From now on, I intend to take care of it the best that I can, and treasure it… For a long, long time.

Idia: Woooah. I bet your Drakon-kun’s gotta be super happy since you care about it so much.

Malleus: ….Heh heh heh. I do hope everyone else feels the same.

Idia: Huh? What you mean “everyone”…..?

Lilia: Oooi, Malleus! Where are you?

Malleus: Lilia, I’m over here.

Lilia: Goodness grief, I was looking everywhere for you…. Hm? Ah, if it isn’t Ignihyde’s new housewarden, Idia Shroud.

Idia: Ack..! … H-Hello….

Lilia: I see, so you two must’ve been deepening your friendship as fellow wardens. Well, isn’t that lovely.

Idia: N-No, that’s… Not what we were…

Lilia: Nevertheless, the entrance ceremony is about to begin. We can’t have two housewardens - and two seniors, at that - show up late, can we? You’ll set a bad example for everyone.

Malleus: Indeed. Let’s set off for the mirror chamber, then.

Idia: ……….. Huh? It feels like…. I’m having déjà vu.

Malleus: Shroud? What’s the matter?

Idia: Ah- No it’s…. It’s nothing.

Malleus: Heh heh… What a strange one you are.

(Mirror Chamber)

Riddle: Alright, that wraps up the entrance ceremony and dormitory sorting, yes? Listen to me well, freshmen. At Heartslabyul, I am the rule. And I shall have the heads of any who dare disobey me.

Leona: *yaaaawn* Finally, that boring ass ceremony’s over. Let’s hurry up and head back to the dorm already. Savannaclaw students, follow me.

Azul: My dear freshman, let me offer you my sincerest congratulations on your admission to our humble school! As the warden of Octavinelle, I’ll be working hard to support you in your endeavors, so that you may make the most out of your time here.

Idia: (Huh… I was bracing myself for the worst... That was honestly kind of a letdown. I mean, no news is better than good news.)

Ignihyde Student: Warden Shroud, let’s start heading back to the dorm now.

Idia: Ah… Sure. Kay, freshies come with me.

Malleus: I am Malleus Draconia, the warden of Diasomnia. I give you my warmest welcome to our dorm. Come, follow me.

Ignihyde Freshman A: Look over there, It’s Malleus Draconia… In the flesh.

Ignihyde Freshman B: I wonder if it’s true that he’s descended from dragons…. Even from this far away the guy’s intimidating as hell…

Ignihyde Student: Eyes over here, freshman. You’ll get lost if you don’t pay attention.

Idia: ………?

Ignihyde Student: What’re you looking around for, Warden Shroud? Did you forget something?

Idia: No, it’s not that. I just… Forget it. It’s fine.

Ortho: Sweet. Sounds like everything went great, big bro.

Idia: I wouldn’t say it went great… But it did go off without a hitch, so. What about you, Ortho?

Ortho: I remember you really freaked me out when you said you got stuck rooming with four people and had no privacy at all during your freshman year. So you can imagine how worried I got when I found out this school has dorms, too… But I think things are gonna go really well with my roommates. We were having a lot of fun earlier talking about sports and gaming.

Idia: Yeah, ‘cause you’re not all doom and gloom like me. When you got your acceptance letter to Royal Sword Academy, it made total sense to me. Since they’re famous for taking in those sparkly extrovert type of guys, ya know. ….I’m really glad that you got to make new friends.

Ortho: Yeah…. Aww, crap! The warden’s making his rounds. It’s time for lights out. I’ll call you again, big bro. Good night!

Idia: Good night, Ortho.

(The phone call ends)

Idia: *sigh* …..And so starts another year, I guess… …….What the heck… Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something really important…. ……Whatever.

(TL Note: Some of the dialogue from when Mal is talking to Idia is the exact same lines from Idia’s Ceremonial Robes vignette, and I’ve copied the official EN lines from the places that are duplicated because I am lazy).

Episode 7-40

[It’s thundering….]

Maleficent: It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her. Are you sure you searched everywhere?

Goon: Y-Yeah, everywhere. We searched mountains, uhhh… forests and houses, and, uh, lemme see… Aaalll the cradles.

Maleficent: Fools!

Maleficent: Search for a maid of sixteen. Go, and do not fail me.

Fauna: You’re already betrothed to Prince Philip, dear.

Aurora: But that’s impossible. How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be…

Merryweather: A princess.

Fauna: And you are, dear.

Maleficent: Touch the spindle. Touch it, I say!

Maleficent: You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me. Me! The Mistress of all Evil!

Yuu: She’s so obsessed…

Yuu: This is…?

Yuu: That’s right, Tsunotarou used his magic and…

Yuu: I wonder where everybody is?

Grim: Zzzzz….. *mumbles*

Yuu: Grim!

Grim: Waah, it’s rainin’ tuna cans～ I’m a tuna can millionaire…. *mumbles* …Man, I can’t eat all these…

(Yuu shakes Grim)

Grim: This is awesome… I hope things stay like this forever…

Yuu: Grim, wake up already!

Grim: Wha-!? What the heck are you doin’, henchman!? …Huh? …Where’d my mountain of tuna cans go? Wait… Wait! Don’t tell me… I was just dreaming? Aww, maaaan. This sucks…. Actually, when did we get back to Ramshackle? Weren’t we just at Diasomnia for Lilia’s going away party like a second ago? And then… And then Tsunotarou showed up all of a sudden…. Ah! And then he knocked us flat on our butts! And after that… I don’t remember.

Yuu: I don’t see any of the other partygoers around.

Grim: Let’s go take a look outside.

Episode 7-41

Grim: Let’s go take a look outside.

(They try to open the door, but it’s locked)

Grim: Huh!? The door won’t open! Maybe it got busted again? Kay, then let’s just go out the window… AAAH!? T-There’s s-something outside the window!! It’s a huge monster…! Wait, what? There’s a weird drawing on the window! Who the heck did this!? Somebody’s been drawin’ graffiti on our dorm! …Hm? It felt like I stepped on something just now…

Ottoman Dog: Bark bark bark!!

Grim: Uwaah! A dog!?

Ottoman Dog: Grr! Bark bark!

Yuu: The ottoman’s acting like a dog!?

Grim: I’ve never seen any animal like that before! Weird…. How come it’s in Ramshackle!?

Yuu: Wait a second… This room isn’t…

Grim: Huh? Wait, this… This isn’t our room. The vibes are kinda simliar, but it’s not Ramshackle. Where the heck are we!?

Yuu: Let’s look around.

Grim: Ah! Henchman, look at that desk over there! That nut cracker’s havin’ a field day popping open all those walnuts. And it’s eating the hull. I guess it thinks that part is the tasty part? I’m still stuffed from the party, but… It sure would be rude not to eat the nuts he’s working so hard to open. Let’s dig in! *Crunch crunch* …Mmm, it smells so good.

(Grim eats the nuts and grows several times larger)

Grim: Waaaah!? The heck just happened!? I got huge!!!

(Grim shrinks back to normal size)

Grim: T-That scared the crap outta me! What happened? I mean, I always wished I could be a big guy, but if I got that big I’d get totally stuck in this room. Oh, yeah. I remember in our magical pharmacology class… We learned there’s these magic mushrooms in the Queendom of Roses that can make you grow bigger or shrink really little. But I don’t remember anything about magic walnuts! When I see Crewel next week I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!

Grim: There’s a pair of gloves dancing with a hat! This magic is so cool～ Other than the gloves, there’s also some playing cards covered in ink and …. this. Is this a magical pen?

Yuu: It doesn’t have a magical stone in it. It’s just a normal fountain pen.

Grim: Huh. But it looks like it’s outta ink. …And over there’s a dancing music box, and over there’s a jumpin’ umbrella… This place is filled with all sorts of weird stuff! The heck is this room?

Mickey: There’s a moving sofa and an ottoman that acts like a dog… And a table with a nutcracker on it. Can you see them?

Yuu: Maybe this is the room that Mickey’s always in?

(the room starts warping)

Grim: Aah! What the!? T-The room’s getting all wonky! What’s goin’ ooon!! Waaaaah!!

(the room goes back to normal)

Grim: W-What was that?

???: …Is someone there?

Grim: !! Somebody’s coming!

???: ….Ah, you’re-!!

Episode 7-42

???: ….Ah, you’re-!!

Yuu: Mickey!

Mickey: Waaah! Is it true? Is it really you? This is amazing! We finally get to meet face-to-face, instead of having to talk through the mirror. Here, give me a high five!

(Yuu gives Mickey a high five)

Mickey: Yay! Haha!

Grim: Ah! He’s from that picture you took with the ghost camera! That Mickey guy!

Mickey: Eep! You scared me! I hadn’t noticed I had another visitor besides Yuu. You’re…

Grim: Name’s Grim! I run things over at Ramshackle dorm.

Mickey: Grim? Ah, that’s right. You’re the roommate Yuu mentioned before. I’m so happy I’ve got even more friends I can meet inside my dreams now. My name is Mickey. Mickey Mouse. Nice to meet you, Grim!

Grim: All right! …Nya ha ha! Looks like our “Contact Mickey” investigation was a success, all thanks to me! I betcha Ace and the others are gonna be peeved, heh.

Mickey: “Contact Mickey” investigation? What’s that?

Yuu: It’s a long story, but….

Mickey: So you guys were thinking that since I can talk with Yuu through the mirror and across different worlds, then maybe I could give you some clues on how to get Yuu back to his own world. Makes sense to me.

Grim: Yup. And there’s a whole bunch of stuff we wanna ask ya about!

Mickey: That’s no problem at all. I’ll be happy to help Yuu. Ask away!

Grim: First off, the heck is this freaky room?

Mickey: All the furniture and utensils in here move on their own. Some of them are congenial, others not so much. Recently, I got into a bit of a spat with the card soldiers.

Grim: You mean those cards that are all covered in ink? The ones on that shelf over there?

Mickey: That’s right. They were flinging their heart and spade markings at me left and right! So I took up that ballpoint pen over there and used it like a water gun, and I went on the defense.

Grim: Nyahaha! The cards are made outta paper so I bet they’re weak to water.

Mickey: Exactly. And that’s why they’re all wet and droopy now.

Yuu: How come the playing card soldiers attacked you?

Mickey: The King got jealous because I went dancing with the Queen… But I wasn’t trying to interrupt their little picnic date, you know? And then he went and ordered all the card soldiers to chase after me. We cleared up the misunderstanding afterwards, but still. I did something just awful to those little cards.

Grim: I was thinking you used magic and made all the stuff in the room move around. But since you got in a fight with the card soldiers, I’m guessing it wasn’t your magic?

Mickey: Magic? Oh, that’d be just wonderful if I could use magic! Haha! But I’m no wizard.

Grim: Huh….. Then who enchanted this room?

Mickey: Hmm, I’m not sure either. At first, I thought I’d just imagined up both this room, and you too, Yuu. But that’s not right. Neither you nor this room came from my imagination…. Right?

Yuu: *nods*

Mickey: Ah, it's just one mystery after another.

Episode 7-43

Grim: Oh, yeah. Before I forget, how’d ya even get into this room, Mickey? The door won’t open, and the windows are closed shut, and neither me or Yuu can remember how we ended up here.

Mickey: Whenever I’ll be coming to this room, another version of me will slip out of my body while I’m asleep in bed.

Yuu: Is it like, your consciousness breaks free from your body?

Mickey: Yeah, just like that! And then I just have to pass through the mirror that hangs over the fireplace in my bedroom. And that’s how I get into this room here.

Grim: So you come and go through the mirror, huh. That’s just like how it works with the dorms at school.

Mickey: But when I tried while I was awake, I couldn’t get through the mirror. It seems to only work when I’m asleep.

Grim: Huh? Hey, wait a sec. ….So that means you’re asleep right now, right?

Mickey: Yup. The “me” here is bright-eyed and bushy tailed, but my body is snoozing away in bed right now.

Yuu: Then me and Grim are basically walking consciousnesses right now?

Grim: Whaaat!?? Then where’d my body go!? Don’t tell me I left it behind at Diasomnia!?

Yuu: I don’t think you could even call this an out-of-body experience anymore. This is awful….

Grim: *sigh* …..It doesn’t look like Ace and the others came along with us…. The heck are we supposed to do?

Mickey: What? You can’t find your friends?

(Yuu nods)

Mickey: That’s certainly worrisome…. Well, they might be around here somewhere. Let’s go outside and search for them.

Grim: But the door won’t open.

Mickey: You can’t just give up when you don’t succeed the first time! There’s challenges you can’t handle on your own, but if you work together with your friends, you’ll be able to get through.

(Riiing! Riiiing!)

Mickey: Ah! That sound is….

Grim: Oi, Mickey! Your body’s gettin’ all see-through like a ghost!

Mickey: Oh no, it must be morning already! My body is… waking… up…

(Riiiiing! Riiing! Riing!)

Mickey: I wish I could’ve….helped…. you… more…

Yuu: Mickey!

Grim: Aaaand he’s gone…. Dang it, and we’d finally just succeeded with our investigation!

(The room starts shaking)

Grim: W-What’s going on!? The room’s shakin’ all over!

(The room fills with a black substance)

Grim: Uwaaa! The room’s fillin’ up with a bunch of black wriggly things! They’re comin’ from outside!

Yuu: Is this… ink!?

Grim: H-Henchman! Y-You better stay close to me! I’ll burn up this black stuff with my flames!

Grim: Haaaa, haaaa…. I beat ‘em and I beat ‘em but they just keep coming back! At this rate we’re gonna….

???: *gurgles*

Grim: Take this-! ….Ugh *cough cough* I don’t have any fire left in me!

???: *gurgling*

Grim: What the!? The floor gave way behind us! T-There’s nowhere else we can run to….! S-Somebooodyyyyy!!!!

???: Prefect! Grim!

Grim: Eep! You’re that guy from Diasomnia….

Silver: We’ll talk later! Both of you, grab onto me. Hurry! Those I’ve met before, and those I’ll meet someday…. *Come, and let us dream the same dream.

*This is what he says in the text. Out loud he says “Meet in a dream”

Part 2

Part 3

#idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #twst silver #ortho shroud #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss #twst jp

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 2 years

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Tiresome

Luke + y/n (f!reader sorry didn’t realize until rn)

+masterlist

A/N:a cute lil imagine (according to me), idk how the music industry works and it shows…it shows here lol. So sorry about that🥲. Also gimme feedback pls🥺💙

Luke sighed heavily as he typed away at his computer, stopping every now and then to rub at his sleepy eyes. If he was to describe today with one word he would definitely pick the word tiresome. Management had been on his back ever since he got up, asking about how the songs are coming along, how the writing process is going, if he got a new melody etc. etc.

He sweared they only wanted to annoy him on his free day. He’d seen how the rest of the boys were having fun, throwing a pool party when he went on instagram a while ago. He would’ve gone too but with the long hours they’ve been pulling at the studio, he just wanted to stay home and rest for a while, maybe spend some time with his girl.

But the universe had to go out of its way to tell him he can’t have what he want. His girlfriend of course had to go to work that day and his so called management doesn’t understand the fact that “free day” means they should leave him the fuck alone. Since he had nothing better to do he started to finish a song he’d been working on with Ashton. And he was dumb enough to let everyone know what he’d been doing causing his “management” to keep butting in every five minutes asking about it.

He’s been in the industry for a literal decade now, he knows how it works, he knows how to write a damn song alone. So yeah it’s been a bad day.

He groaned as he saw how he’s gotten the last part of the verse wrong. Just as he lifted his fingers to correct it, his phone started ringing. Petunia, his dog who was sleeping next to his feet got up and walked away with a noise that’s so close to a huff. Luke mumbled a sorry to the now empty room, taking his phone to see who it was. With furrowed eyebrows, he turned his phone off, mentally smacking him in the face for not realizing that was an option five hours ago.

He sinked down on his chair, rubbing his palm all over his face causing the skin to turn a shade darker. “Lukey” he heard her small voice as she padded into his homemade studio. She walked toward him until she was situated behind the blue office chair, then snaked her arms around his broad shoulders until they rest atop of his clothed chest, resting her head on top of his.

Luke sighed with closed eyes, basking in her presence as he felt himself falling into the relaxation he’d been craving the whole day. “What’s wrong?” She asked softly, running her fingertips over his old nirvana shirt. He sighed again, for the hundredth time that night as he said, “Some people just don’t seem to understand what free day means. I’ve been trying to get this song right for more than two hours and they’re making me feel like shit!”

“Baby” she whispered voice laced with worry or maybe it was sympathy, who knows “I’m so sorry”. “ ‘s fine. Better now you’re here” he said taking her hand in his, interlacing their fingers. He felt her lips pressing little pecks on top of his head, her free hand coming to cup his cheek affectionately. It made him feel all fuzzy inside. Like his whole body was infected with tingles. “I love you” she said as he tugged at her hand until she came towards him. Luke sat up, bringing her to his lap as she let out a shriek, chuckling at the sound. “I love you more” he finally said as she got comfortable on top of him.

“Not possible” she retorted cheekily, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “That won’t do” he stated, talking about the little peck as he brought her face toward him with his hand, pressing his lip fully to her plump ones. She kissed back with equal eagerness, wanting nothing more than to melt into his embrace.

“Maybe you should take a few days off” she suggested after their lips parted. “Today was my day off Y/N/N” Luke mumbled, nuzzling his nose against her forehead. “That won’t do” she repeated back his words with furrowed eyebrows.

“We just have to finish this albu-” he started only to be cut off by her “I don’t care Luke. You need rest, the album can wait”. “But the fans-” she glared at him until he shut up. “Now, I’m going to go call Mikey and make sure you get at least a week off and when I get back I expect you to be on the bed with your phone turned off mister!” she ordered, playfully dabbing her index finger at his chest, getting back up from his lap and going to find her phone.

Luke finally got up from the uncomfortable chair, smiling at his girlfriend’s antics as he walked towards their shared bedroom, catching the sight of her with her phone tucked between her ear and shoulder as she was searching something from her bag as he walked by.

He crawled onto the bed, kissing petunia on top of her head as the pet made a sound of approval. Within a few seconds he’s deep in his slumber, Y/N who walked inside to tell him the good news couldn’t help the smile that itched up her face as she took in his sleepy face, he looked so peaceful.

She bit her lip, taking a quick photo of the duo before crawling on to the bed and kissing him on the forehead.

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 4 months

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Thank you for the tag, @zutaralesbian! 💕

Name: Hannah

Zodiac: Sagittarius? 🤷‍♀️ It means nothing to me, however.

Fuzzy socks or fuzzy blanket: Fuzzy blanket! If it's a heated blanket, even better!

Do you enjoy winter? I aggressively love winter. If I didn't, I would be in trouble, since it's winter for like half of the year here. It is difficult and exhausting, and sometimes I definitely get burned out on it because things like walking on ice and snow removal are physically hard, but it's so, so beautiful! I think that cold weather and the experience of being in the cold is beautiful and magical in a way that being in outdoor warmth is not beautiful to me. Also, I'm a majorly hermit-y person, so I like the "Let's all just go inside and not do much because it's dark out" energy of winter.

But, like, I took this picture on my walk today! Looketh at this snowy tree!!!!!! Is there anything better than that????

Anyway, I feel like I should be effusive about winter because everyone else hates it! I'll show up for you, girl! ❄️ I love a problematic fave!

What’s your comfort book or movie? Book: Anne of Green Gables, Movie: Hunt for the Wilderpeople. (I understand that these are basically just the same story with different clothes on.)

What’s your favourite way to wind down after a long day? Watch TV w/ the bf while our doggie naps nearby!

Tell me something you like about yourself: This is more something that I like about the experience of being myself, but: I like that I love so much fiction that it makes every day exciting for me. There's always something fictional to enjoy in my every single waking hour. Usually I can't relate to being bored as a concept.

Favourite Artist: I don't know much about art, but I will always have a nostalgic fondness for J.W. Waterhouse and the Pre-Raphaelites. (Which sounds like a bitchin' band name also.)

How do you practice self care? By doing as little as possible in my life so that I can devote as much time as possible to enjoying fiction. 😂 Troy and Abed being noooormal!

A book you want to read this year: THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST BY ANN RADCLIFFE. Or ANYTHING BY ANN RADCLIFFE. After last year's triumphant read of The Mysteries of Udolpho, I've decided I'm going to become an official Ann Radcliffe stan. I'm going to earn my Ann Radcliffe stripes.

What’s a song that makes you feel joyful? "Send Me On My Way" by Rusted Root. The bop of all time!

What advice would you give your younger self? Eat more potatoes while you still can. (Adult onset potato allergy = 👎)

And finally, you’re given a plane ticket to anywhere in the world, no strings attached. where are you going? BRONTE COUNTRY, or New Zealand.

Tagging: Nobody because I am already procrastinating too much and need to go be productive, but please fill this out if you'd like to, these questions are fun!!

#dollsome's deep thoughts

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eviltiddyproductions · 7 months

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Destined With You : Episode 15

We’re at the homestretch everybody and I don’t think I’m ready to let go 😭

also everytime I tune into a new episode in a new week it takes me 2 seconds to settle into the universe like for a second I was completely oblivious to the cheek holding and then remembered 🫡

as we get closer to the end I MUST give a shout-out to our girl Hong Jo’s wardrobe especially the sweaters like they’re so cozy !!!! NEED THEM

he is SO SWEET to her 💕💕💕

I know it’s the plot but he’s so kind and adorable with her which makes me genuinely laugh at his and Nayeon’s relationship 😭🙏

hug it out !!! your past lives were terrible 💜

‘sorry to interrupt’ nawwwww even I forgot the bodyguards 😭

hold hands !!!

oh they did

I’m so happy to see them

Hong Jo gets me even I was wondering if he’s okay to drive. Honestly since episode 1 I’m anti Sinyu drive hive like it just gives me anxiety

now sister you better stay in that car 🤨🤨🤨

kdrama security team actually doing their job and doing a quick sweep of the place ?!!! someone pinch me 🤩🤩🤩

they’re holding hands !!!

keep going besties

NO WAY

HONG JOOO !?!!!

get back here 😭

i lost so bad

😭😭😭😭😭😭

lmao this blanket situation. #real

just lost everything I wrote here omg tumblr drafts you will crumble !!!!

to summarise her dad ate with the monologue of her not being there in the hospital and just leaving lol (like she literally jumped town)

but then he ruined it by being a weirdo and being mean to his wife !!! she’s adorable and I literally don’t know why his dumbass is THAT mean to her if he chose to marry her

aunty get with the cute younger best friend !

also Hong Jo’s landlord aunty is the sweetest little sunishine !!!!

the cut fruit plate, someday Mr. Kwon will make someone very happy

not this office couple blind date thing…. my precious minutes 😭

fighting over someone you didn’t even go out on a BLIND date with oh she has too much time !

Hong Jo missing out on the most fun day in office

the plot refusing to let me see my mains kiss it’s bad for me

let them kiss !!!

lmao who is this random boss, we saw him twice in the office scenes today and I don’t remember seeing him earlier

the spectacle bun lady is so sweet

Hong Jo finally getting a gossip circle I used to pray for times like these 😭

Hong Jo come get some lessons from the assistant man 💕

???? Sinyu’s just unserious

oh the cute bestie who took Sinyu’s mom for the shooting stars thing is the one serving the papers💅

one thing about Sinyu’s dad he’s going to be annoying 😍 he’s been demeaning her since episode 1 lmao

aunty you’re not selfish at all, stay away from that loser of a man at all costs 😭🙏

I literally don’t know what exactly this man is still here for but the actor is gorgeous !

someone needed to thread the villain arcs a little better because I’m failing to grasp the importance of whatever this dude is doing (similar to me not grasping whatever the stalker was doing before he suddenly started vodooing)

wait are they actually making Mr. Kwon into a bad guy bad guy ? (let me have a little faith in him anyway 🤨)

their horrified faces at the public proposal! these girls get it 😭😭😭 (I’m terrified of it)

but also…. this isn’t the romance I’m tuning in for, I’m sorry to Mr. Gong stans….

not them pressuring her to say yes MY GOD ???? she literally just got out of a terrible marriage

lmao was this show sponsored by a bank 💀 okay !!! 💸💸💸

I adore Sinyu’s mom down so her and Hong Jo bonding just makes my heart fuzzy 🥰🥰🥰 !!! they deserve the world and I suddenly wish this show was 4 episodes longer so we could sit with moments like these 😭

let my sister divorce in peace, she has nothing to do with this construction business lol

the audacity to mistreat her for so long and then to say he’s fine with losing the company but not her like BE SERIOUS

wine on the table and my sister in a white sweater I’m worried

I feel like we as the audience were already pretty chill with the Sinyu and Hong Jo situation lol 😭

Nayeon is a different level of nasty omg ??? lock her up ???

I need Hong Jo to slap her once I BEG 😭😭😭

HONG JO FIGHT BACK

NO WAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

at least throw the wine back !?!!

naurrrrrr

no kisses and no slaps this show hates me

I adore clingy Sinyu

they really baited me with last week’s preview but Sinyu wasn’t wrong when he said she looks good in everything !!!

that’s one way to do it 😭😂

in the walk in closet 💅💅💅

oh wow 😳 !

wow I thought the Shaman was going to ruin our life with some twist 😂😂😂

‘it’s a daughter, I had a conception dream’ 💀

from groot to a momentary lawyer Jang Sinyu to my beloved groot 🥰

oh no did the stalker talk to this old man ???

saw the bodyguards visible in the shot and a hesitant old man and knew my inner peace was about to be ruined

old man you were so unserious for this !!!!

it's this loser wet tissue of a man again >.<

oh wow Rowoon's crying acting is SO REAL ??? (need to check out his other projects) because the pain and worry in his voice as he said Hong Joo-ah got me actually 😭😭😭

cant wait to do this once again with y'all. see you tomorrow besties, let me just

#destined with you #homestretch besties #episode 15 #so many emotions #my babies fr #I need tomorrow to fly as past as possible so I can tune in !!!

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thetinyboio · 8 months

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Welcome Home [Cult of The Lamb A.u]

Prologue [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7]

"I'm not sure," Wally admitted, his thoughts causing a slight fuzziness in his head. He blinked a few times to clear his mind. "Barnaby, you know what I like. Can you choose for me? Thinking too hard is making my head feel fuzzy."

Barnaby's warm smile reassured Wally, and he nodded in gratitude. "No worries, little buddy. I gotcha," Barnaby replied before turning to Poppy. "You say he's gotta eat light, right? Well, I don't think Wally's too fond of fireflies, but how about some apples?" He chuckled, offering a suggestion that seemed just right.

Poppy smiled softly at Barnaby's choice. "I'll put the order in," she assured him. Turning her attention back to Wally, she asked gently, "Wally, can you tell how bad your pain levels are today? On a scale from 1 to 10, how bad is it?" Poppy's concern for Wally's well-being was evident in her caring demeanor.

Wally lay there, his body aching from the ordeal he'd been through. He tried to shift, but most of his muscles protested, leaving him sore and immobile. He managed to move slightly, and a twinge of discomfort shot through his leg, ‘“ about a 6 or 7 “. He guessed “It's probably the new medication finally kicking in” With this newfound ease, he sat up, albeit slowly.

Barnaby, always the friendly neighbor, remembered a small bag he'd brought along, one that seemed to have been "borrowed" from the local mailhouse. He grinned warmly at the two of them.

"Oh, hey, you two! I have some get-well gifts from everyone in the neighborhood!" Barnaby announced with enthusiasm, placing a collection of handcrafted cards on the beds next to Wally and his companion.

He looked over to Wally, his eyes filled with genuine care. "Got this from Julie, this one's from that sweet little lady who moved in behind me a while back. Her name's Julie too! Everyone back in the neighborhood has been worried about you," Barnaby explained, now turning his attention to Thoth. "Oh, they're also super excited to meet you, kid! Poppy and I were telling everyone about you, so they made some cards for you too!"

Wally and Thoth gazed down at the sweet cards, the first one unmistakably Barnaby's, but the others bearing the mark of a more delicate, feminine hand. The handwriting on them was similar to that of Julie who had moved in nearby . Each card carried heartfelt messages like "Can't wait to meet you!" or "Get better soon!!"

It was a small but touching gesture, a reminder that even in times of pain and recovery, the warmth of community and the support of friends could make a world of difference.

Thoth's heart warmed at the thoughtfulness of the community, and a grateful smile graced his lips as he held the sweet cards in his hands. He felt a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks, humbled by the kindness of his neighbors.

"Oh? That's really sweet of you all. Thank you," Thoth replied with genuine appreciation, his eyes shimmering with gratitude.

Poppy, always the concerned and caring one, turned her attention to Barnaby with a hint of worry in her voice. "Barnaby, did you ask Eddie if you could 'borrow' his mailbag? You didn't chase that poor man again, did you?" She handed a glass of water with a straw to Thoth, showing her nurturing side.

Thoth raised an eyebrow at Barnaby, amused at how Poppy made it sound like good-natured teasing was a common occurrence among their friends. He sipped the water through the straw, savoring the refreshment.

Barnaby, the eternal optimist, defended himself with a hearty laugh. "It's what we dogs do! And don't worry, this is his spare bag, not the one he normally takes with him. I'll return it when we get back tonight. Besides, it was his idea to make get-well cards for Wally. Oh, and by the way," Barnaby turned his attention to Thoth, scratching his head slightly, "I don't remember if I got your name last night, kid?"

Thoth, feeling a bit flustered for not introducing themselves earlier, quickly rectified the oversight. "Oh— I-its Thoth. Sorry, I must have forgotten… Oh!" They looked over to Wally with a small, genuine smile. "It's nice to meet you too, by the way. We didn't really get to talk yesterday… after…" Thoth's voice trailed off, their gaze dropping briefly.

Poppy, with her gentle and caring demeanor, tried to comfort everyone, including herself. "Oh dear… It's okay. Please don't worry yourself again. Everything is going to be okay," she said, her voice filled with soothing reassurance.

Wally, who seemed a bit different from the night before, introduced himself with a new sense of determination. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Wally Darling." There was something changed about him, not just the medication, but a shift in his demeanor that caught Thoth's attention. It was as if his conversation with Thothsb had brought about a transformation.

Barnaby, ever the observant one, whispered to Poppy, "What exactly do they have him on? He seems a little out of it, don't you think? More so than normal?" He couldn't help but notice the change in Wally's behavior.

Poppy, concerned about Wally's well-being, decided to investigate. "I—I'll be right back. Um, need to… need to check something," she said as she hurried to a nursing station, leaving the room.

Thoth exchanged a worried glance with Wally. They had many questions for him, but they weren't sure if it was safe to ask. After all, if Wally had the power to make their old master fear him so much, discussing what had happened might be a delicate subject.

Wally, despite his physical discomfort, showed a glimmer of determination. "I'm feeling a bit better, not great. I'm sorry to worry everyone…" He paused, his eyes filled with resolve.

#welcomehomeau #welcome home #wally welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #wally darling au #welcome home puppet show #furry art #cute furry #cult of the lamb #cultofthelambfanart #cotl fanart

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victorian-gay · 1 month

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New Words and Old Memories

*TRIGGER WARNINGS*

-Blood

-Death

-Descriptions of a controlling and toxic relationship

-Grief

-Murder

-Brief mention of a cut to the arm

-If I have missed any relevant warnings let me know and I will add to this list as soon as I am able to.

*PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY*

Please enjoy

April 29th 2023

Finally, I've come back to my old diarist ways. It's been maybe something like 20 years since I've written anything down by hand like this. The feeling is essentially foreign to me, which feels silly to say. At the same time though, there's this small part of me saying that maybe just maybe there might be something about putting an unassuming ballpoint pen to classic lined paper that might make me feel better. I don't know in all honesty. That being said, I know with absolute certainty that I've got myself half convinced that I've stumbled into the single longest spiral known to man since Maisey died. Maybe that's an unconscious exaggeration I concocted but I miss her so much and my grief won't let me clearly remember her last words to me. Anything beyond a vague feeling is largely made fuzzy by the bleary eyes of my memory. I can vividly remember how she just glowed with life that day though. It was nearly blinding. Every inch of her was brimming, beating with the stuff. It was wonderful, and so warm. Age could not and had not touched her in my eyes. This isn't to say I was blind to it. While she showed years I didn't, she was just as beautiful and her smile just as soft as it ever was. I want so badly to be able to remember the last of the music that was her voice. For a painfully short time, I did. But now? Nothing. Today is simply a day that is cursed to be drowning helplessly in death. Drenched in a thick black cloud of sulfurous lethal air lying right beneath the surface waiting to coat my lungs in their entirety. Coagulating in every crevasse so that I might fight just to gasp for air.

I read that back, it's a little dramatic. Possibly more than a little. Maisey died in late June of 1993. The 24th actually. I still remember the phone call from her stepson that day, the way his voice was breaking along with my heart as he spoke. The tears he fought back as mine rolled silently down my face. The sound of my phone falling on the counter and smacking against the cabinets with the force that had been stored in its cord. She had been in a car crash he said. She had a feeling that it was her time and told him to tell me before she went into surgery. She didn't make it out. Maisey and I hadn't been in a relationship in the most traditional sense by maybe seven years at that point, it hurt like I lost a lover anyway. I would swear now that I had known in April that year that it was going to be the beginning of the "new" end, but that's probably hindsight tainting my memories. It's been almost 30 years though, and I've had time to heal from that. Progress crawls at a snail's pace, but forward movement happens nonetheless. Days have grown slowly more bearable, some worse than others. Based on what I've read that's pretty normal, so there's that at least. Today happens to be especially difficult for whatever reason.

Spring is just generally a particularly hard time for me I would say. Seeing something as small as flowers is more difficult for example. Also, it's not as though I can make a trip to the seaside for some sort of springtime holiday on a whim. More to the point what I consider to be my more tangible death did happen 212 years ago exactly, so if we're being honest with ourselves when thinking about it that's part of it. At least half maybe. It isn't a "special" anniversary though, the bicentennial was far far worse. This is also the 30th anniversary of the last time I heard Maisey's voice, comparatively happier in it's own way. Just more proof of anniversaries having a neutral connotation, but that's beside the point. I hate, rather I loathe, the mere prospect of thinking about what that god-awful, beyond horrible woman did to me. She doesn't deserve the dignity of a name any longer for her actions. It haunts me as if it happened a day or two ago at times. I can hardly bear that my thoughts are torn between what I refer to, among other things, as "hellfire being extinguished" and one of if not the great love of my life. The last time I heard her beautiful voice anyway. If I had known she would be gone just two months later I like to think I would have savored it more than I did, given how my brain likes to omit things when I become upset.

So here I am at the admittedly semi-desperate conclusion that somehow writing things down could help me at the very least understand my now centuries of feelings better. I did try doing this in the somewhat immediate aftermath of being killed all those years ago. The thinking was that if I wrote everything I could recall down in my diary as soon as I was able and then immediately ripped the page out and destroyed it, I would get some sense of closure. Recalling the whole affair made my hands shake so badly when I wrote. It's honestly surprising that I wasn't concerned that they would fall right off. I often have wishes that amount to the desire that I should have burned that page back then when I might've been able to muster the nerve. Now my brain has taken the task upon itself to mangle and twist itself into feeling guilty about any sort of closure. Symbolic or otherwise. It's almost funny in a messed-up sort of way. If I still believed in him, I would have to question why God created brains that are perfectly suited to torture and hate themselves. I do in some ways anyway one could argue I suppose. In any case, it seems like a really bad business decision that has led me personally to wonder if I live despite my killer and what she wanted, in spite of it all, or for myself somehow at times. If you can call what I'm doing living.

I find myself thinking that it should feel like ancient history what happened to me. What I did that night. It happened two centuries ago, and yet the unusual depth of the darkness of that night still feels so fresh to me. The woman had been slowly becoming more horrible than what she started as. Inching towards the evil I remember the most. She was the type that had to control everything and everyone she could manage to fully sink her claws into, and by that point had firmly settled into that ornate throne she had fashioned to rule over me. Comfortably sitting there whilst she smirked and looked down upon me and somehow, at the same time, she claimed to do nothing but show me untold amounts of gentle love. I had come to know what she was beyond her human exterior and, while it most certainly terrified me at the time, a small part of me found it sickly exhilarating. I was completely intoxicated by her. She was like a spiked hot chocolate, sweet and warm with a bitter burn finish. By the time she decided that she would murder me, we had very much settled into the burn. Little if any of the old sweetness remained. That notion only existed in old diaries. Even still, I felt compelled even wanted to take another sip. I couldn't leave. Why? Couldn't begin to know. I didn't want to? She wouldn't let me? I hoped for change? I can't tell or remember now.

She could spit venom from her mouth in one breath and the next, would soothe me and make me whole. That had become the pattern of our interactions for some time. I often felt as though I was a child being reprimanded for something I didn't understand. Sometimes there wasn't even a reason. Not one I was privy to anyway. Closer to a plaything than an equal and lover. Even now though, sitting and stewing in the memories of how much I hate everything that happened and the confines of the existence I find myself in I find it hard to call everything bad. She was enchanting in short. I was utterly enamored with her right from the very start. No point in denying it now. There was no hope of escaping the grinding, crushing, pulverizing wheels of fate that started to turn the moment I met her. It feels disgusting almost to admit it in writing, but I loved her. All that I was loved her. I really really wish I didn't, and I genuinely think I probably shouldn't ever have entertained the mere prospect of loving her. Regardless of the wonderful benefits of hindsight, I did entertain the thought of loving that woman. Willingly and with a smile on my face. The naivety of youth and the inability to know oneself. It's a struggle to think that she ever loved me, but I did love her once. With every last little thing that I had. I owe myself to be gentle with that truth.

It's hard to not let myself feel stupid about my falling for her at times. I keep finding myself thinking, "What if our eyes didn't meet that night?", "What if I listened to my fear?", "What if I looked closer at my affections?" as if such things would change the here and now. It feels like she cursed me with this life and like I'll continuously be far away from everyone I have ever and will ever love. Cursed to be functionally alone for all eternity, aside from the occasional 50 years or so when I muster the emotional strength to form a connection with a human. The more I think about it I have to wonder if she left me with only the possibly unethical. That feeling has only grown since I've started to take my old diaries out of their dark dusty storage place. The strange thing was that they weren't all together. It's very out of character for me. Usually, I'm a lot better about keeping my arguably four but it's closer to three, centuries of belongings carefully sorted, organized, and in their proper places. I suppose places is a more accurate descriptor. The first one I found was actually wrapped delicately in a dress Maisey had left for me along with a letter she had written. It's the only thing I have left of her that I can actually hold in my hands, so I took an insane amount of care to gingerly unwrap it. Treating the cloth as though it would turn to dust if I touched it in the wrong way.

That diary in particular is stained with my tears and smeared with the various colors of her, now vintage, lipstick. Every mark contains just a drop of a spark. Just an ounce of affection. With so many small spur-of-the-moment tokens of love, it's almost sad to think how little I've looked at it in the past 40-some-odd years. In the early days, Maisey made it a point to place a kiss on one of the first pages of it and then on every page in every diary she caught me writing in after that. It's an absolutely adorable habit that always makes me smile and mentally gush about her when I think about it. Even with the knowledge that the amount of those lipstick stains slowly becomes less and less over time. Very much welcome all the same, especially in stark contrast to the other grimmer reason I felt the need to buy a humble college rule composition notebook and a pack of new rainbow-colored ball-point pens. The notebook is yellow and has rhinoceroses on it. The pens were just for fun, it'll be decades before I need pens again with my collection. Seemed appropriate at the time.

Maybe it's silly, just a case of my brain concocting fear, but I can feel myself choking on the giant lump in my throat thinking about the way it all ended. My heart beats so fast it begins to feel so obvious to me that it moves nothing red and lifegiving anymore. It goes on like that as if it has a purpose, but we both know it doesn't. Not anymore. The poor thing was simply built to beat. It's only doing what its instincts dictate it must. My instinct however is still to fight, even just over 200 years later it all feels so viscerally real. I want to call it crisp but that feels like I'm talking about an apple or something of the like, which isn't right. She moved faster than I could see that night. I couldn't blink, much less move or defend myself before anything happened. We were arguing loudly, it had become commonplace. She must have decided whatever I said was the last straw because she took it upon herself to remove any autonomy I had at that moment and make my choice for me. I didn't have time before her fangs pierced my neck and sunk into me. I had admittedly allowed something like it before under different contexts. Maybe that was foolish of me. I was young and in love and what else are you to do with your life at that stage if not to be foolish?

There is a defense to be made for my short-lived youth I feel. Those other times were about intimacy, about being tender. It had been soft and safe before. I know how contradictory that sounds. It's a hard feeling to put into words. This time however the bite came with a horrid unnatural pain that was difficult to bear. Even others admit that pain is strange. I had tried running, but it was all for not. My escape attempt was met by her holding me so tightly I had to struggle for little more than a wheeze of a breath. My lungs felt squished flat, and again, truly I had to fight tooth and nail to even gasp for breath or scream. I was lifted and swung around like a ragdoll. She did so with what felt like inhuman strength. Inhuman care. When being perfectly pedantic one has to admit that inhuman is exactly what it probably was. How far was she from the cradle of humanity by then? I remember the start of realizing that I truly meant nothing to her. I was simply a toy that had broken as soon as I wanted something for myself in her eyes. The only reason I can think of for her to do this though was to disorient me.

I scarcely remember anything that was said before, during, or in the most immediate aftermath. I've tried to a couple of times over the years, but nothing came of it. The ripped page does have those words, but I'm not reading them. I've blacked it all out, and the will to read it back does not and will not exist. Not in the modern age. What I do remember, as clear as crystal, is her hastily slicing open her arm and forcing my mouth open so she could get her blood inside. It was thick and bitter. I wouldn't have guessed that blood was what it was if I didn't know better. There was little that was familiar about it. It was thick like I said, but the texture was more than that. I couldn't help but choke. It was coagulated, lightly curdled even. It was so beyond strange. Like licking an old metal pipe you pulled from the lake, with something else in there. I'd go so far as to say it tasted rotten actually. Well, more accurately it tasted like actively rotting decomposing rust. That fits pretty well actually. She then violently flung me to the ground as if I was little more than trash, and I finally knew for a fact, without a notion of a doubt, that I meant nothing to her. I let myself let go of the hope for her changing. I noticed the somewhat unbearable sting of a rapidly healing wound on my legs and stray carved wooden scraps strewn about. She had swung and smacked me into the stair railing so hard that it shattered like a mirror. There was now a hole where perfect and elegantly carved wood had once been.

The next thing I knew she was screaming in my face. Everything had gone full tilt into a pace so quick there was scarcely a moment to process one moment before moving on to the next. Spit flew from her mouth like missiles. She shook so much and got so red that for a moment there I wondered if she would explode. This wasn't the only time she had screamed at me like this, but for the very first time, I didn't cower beneath her. I stared right back whilst I swallowed the blood still in my mouth and wiped the rest from my face. It didn't feel so strange and vile on my hand. I remember that contradiction too. I also finally didn't feel like I needed to stay. In the middle of all this, I can recall this small, short wave of liberation. A whiplash of glory. It was a split-second shock to my system. She took no notice when I reached for a piece of railing and rammed it through her chest. It spoke to how involved she was with her own mind and world. That cry she let out, which in reality was closer to a shrill shriek or screech that would make a banshee blush, still makes me shudder. She died like a coward. Desperately reaching out as if she hadn't just murdered me herself and trying to profess something that would save her. I think. All I remember is her panicked blubbering.

After that, I had a sort of "post-murder clarity" when the unholy amount of adrenaline started to subside. My mind raced, and the both of us panicked. She fell to her knees and on her back a few seconds later. My eyes darted around, my ears took in her subsiding voice, and my feet fumbled around in search of a solid place to plant. I didn't stop for a moment to think that what I had done had felt like the only option I had at that moment to save myself. I had started backing away from her body, horrified by it all. Sickened by the blood staining my freshly laundered bed gown. I don't remember it being red, but for what its worth candlelight was all I had to see with. I assume that I started dry heaving, I'm dry heaving thinking about it now. In all of this, I gave no thought as to where I died. I flew for just one moment, and then a ghastly crack broke through the noise. That would have been my head, I think. My spine? My brain feels as though it's begun to run in circles I can't form a coherent thought without significant effort. The last thing my living ears heard was my body thudding down the stairs, as I had fallen through the hole in the railing she had created. Slipping on the thick, essentially snot-like blood that had begun to cover the floor.

When I awoke later it was to "agreeable enough" peers of hers who had been, according to her, "scandalized for completely false and unfounded reasons" by her treatment of me. My initial view of them that night was blurred and hazy, thanks at least partly to my inability to open my eyes fully at the time. They told me later that the intention was to return me to my family if they could get me away from her. The one woman among them spoke softly and she sounded just...so sad. Strangely knowing, but largely heartbroken whilst she helped clean me up at what is best described as their manor house. All four of them continuously apologized for not being able to save me. Looks of pity and sorrow graced their faces for at least as long as I was battered and bruised. Then and now I wish that they did save me and those looks were never because of my life. I wonder though...is it wrong to wish they had, given all the wonderful things I've been able to see? Everything that my purgatory has allowed me to experience? I suppose I'm grateful for the kindness they've shown me. None of that care was mandatory. I think I would have long since truly died without them. I'm already dead I guess. It gets very fuzzy that. Deciding when exactly I died. There's an argument for me "dying" in 1811 or 1814. Either way though, it was today.

I'm trying to calm myself down and my eyes independently keep looking at the dress Maisey left me. Frantically on the hunt for comfort I guess. I had laid it out around sunset so I could follow the intent to hang it up with the rest of my clothes. Earlier I found myself running my hands along the faded velvet ribbon around the empire waist, recalling how befuddling I found it when the fashion from when I was alive came back around. The memory of doing that is kind of soothing, even though it was mere hours ago. She'd want me to wear it I think. Looking at it now, putting the dress back in its acid-free box feels wrong. She'd want it to be out and about, enjoying it's life. That would be in the spirit of Maisey, especially the Maisey that wore this dress the most. The funny thing about it is that in the letter that came with the dress, she'd written that I'd find love again. That I'd be happy without her someday. Something nice, something hopeful. Her last words ended up being just how Maisey tried her best to be. Maybe when I do get the nerve to wear it again she will posthumously prove herself right. She always had a way of doing such things.

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bihansthot · 1 year

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HI!! It has been a long time since I logged into tumblr and when I did I got a notification of your post. Sorry for what happened (I got the notification the day you posted that but I’m still trying to get used to be active) .. I’m a bit late so sorry for that but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! And I feel like I missed a lot of stuff… how are you feeling? How’s Denny? Love you and sending hugs to your way! 🤍

Thank you so much for the happy birthday love! I’m so sorry for taking so long to get back to you, life has just been so crazy that the days I don’t spend at the hospital I just spend catching up on sleep. My anemia has been bad on top of everything else so I’ve been extra sleepy, my elevated anxiety doesn’t help either, basically I’ve been a mess. I’ve been holding things together really well though, I actually talked to my therapist for the first time in well over a year today and she was super proud of me for how well I’ve been handling the whole situation. May 10th we’ll finally know what’s going on with my liver and then I get a nice break until just routine appointments in June. So phew! Finally a break in all this craziness. I’ve been feeling a lot better despite everything, my trintellix plus the REXULTI has been a total game changer, despite the medical crisis I haven’t been this happy since Jäger was alive. My therapist also put me on modafinil which has also been a total game changer, it’s for fatigue and I have so much more energy now it’s crazy, when my CMV was really at its peak I barely had the energy to walk from my bed to the living room, now I feel up to walking Denny again!

Speaking of Denny thank you for asking about him! He’s doing fantastic! He got an A+ checkup at the Vet a few months ago and we’ve been taking him to the local dog park. He’s a little shy around the other dogs but he loves running after balls so he has a great time while we’re there and it’s really mentally good for me. I was never able to take Jäger to dog parks because he was too protective of me, he growled and barked at my own Mom if she got too close to me, so other dogs were a no-no, he was also attacked by a full grown Doberman as a puppy so he just wasn’t a fan, but I always felt guilty not being able to let him run around. Sure I took him for super long walks, I was in the best shape of my life with him and on my days off we routinely went for 5 miles walks, so he got plenty of exercise but he never really got to play, except with my parents dog Fuzzy who he loved because he was raised with him. Anyway trying to get back to the point I’m so grateful I’m able to give Denny something I always wanted for Jäger but didn’t know how to safely do. So I feel wonderful after the dog park because Denny has so much fun and it’s something I get to do just for him.

So yeah it’s been a really crazy and stressful few weeks and things aren’t done quite yet but things are going as well as they can and I’m just so happy not to be in the hospital. I can deal with whatever they throw at me so long as I can go home to my partner (my husband is nonbinary and I’m very awful at forgetting they prefer this term but I’m trying to do better) and Denny and sleep on my own bed. I hope everything has been good for you!

Oh we got a beautiful new sofa too! So here’s Denny modeling it!

#sol life #pupdate #Denny #golden retriver puppy #golden retriever #dogs of tumblr #sleepy baby #doggo #good pupper #medical problems

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neurosky · 6 months

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Hi there- I’m pretty new to Tumblr so I still don’t 100% understand how it works. Also, my head is pretty fuzzy so the writing here might be really stiff and confusing.

I also have PANS/PANDAS. There aren’t many online that talk about it. I was incredibly happy to see your blog and diagnosis (which was pretty recent I think). Congratulations!

My symptoms started many years ago, when I was around 9. My behavior changed, my handwriting got really bad, etcetera. It got much worse when I entered 4th grade though. I remember freaking out over not being prepared for something, and was taken out for the first week. (I only found out about the first week bit again since I barely remembered that). Around this time, my mother was trying to find any kind of help. We eventually found one doctor, but since we lived in the USA we couldn’t afford the care. He actually mentioned PANDAS but we weren’t able to go through with any diagnosis.

I left the school I was at in the middle of 4th grade. Changed again when going into 5th. I barely remember anything from that point in my life. It just kinda sucked a lot. I couldn’t understand what any of the teachers were saying. Couldn’t do my homework. Couldn’t interact with others. We thought it would be better to go back to my first school, so in the middle of that year I switched again.

It was much more settled then. I had my old friends and knew the people there better. I also was in a better place family-wise (was living with my grandparents away from my dad during the other schools era). I still had trouble with things of course. I had to stay in during recess everyday because I was never able to finish my work. I still had trouble interacting with others, but I had old friends this time.

!!!/Warning for choking related thing. Don’t want that to trigger something

Over time I’d develop very specific fears that prevented me from doing things. I had an incident involving choking, and after that eating was incredibly difficult. I’m sure you could also relate to other people thinking you’re overreacting or faking it. My friends’ parents would ask, “why can you eat X but not Y?” My fears would get better over time, but switch out for new ones. They haven’t fully gone away either. I still have trouble swallowing, I have to sleep with my eyes covered in fear of sleep paralysis etc.

I started to develop an increasingly intense urge to daydream and pace. I’ve always had it, but it got to a point where it would take up most of my day. Spend hours walking in circles rethinking the same scenario in my head over and over.

8th grade came around and I went to another school again. The one I went to in 5th grade (confusing I know). This time around it was actually a lot nicer. I still didn’t interact with others -only one person a bit- but I was able to do my work well. There would be the one project once in a while that would make me breakdown of course. Especially if it had to do with presenting something. End of that school year though, I moved to Europe.

Moving to a new country was very difficult. I managed the first school year and finished my finals (I wasn’t fluent in the language I genuinely do not know how I passed) but by year 2 I couldn’t handle it. Second week I had to be taken out and we found a special therapist. I wasn’t able to reintegrate well but I could go for an hour a day sometimes.

It took a long time but my therapist was able to get me to a doctor that specializes in autism and other conditions. I went a couple times and after interviews and tests they brought up the idea of me having PANS/PANDAS. One doctor had a colleague that specialized in PANS/PANDAS, and was going to help us see him.

A couple days ago, I just finished my third IVIG treatment. Today, we just got news about all the care and benefits I’ll be able to get. It took very long, but I’m on my way to healing. I’m already feeling better in many areas. I’m nervous, but I’m more hopeful for the future!

I’m so sorry that was so long. And I’m sorry I’m posting this anonymously, I’m just a bit nervous about giving away too much information.

Just know that you aren’t alone! I related so closely to all the stuff you talked about. I read about you eating that salad and it reminded me what I did! Just a small positive thing like that make me so happy. I wish you the best! And it CAN get better!!!

Thank you so much for sharing your story! I'm sorry you had to go through this too, but I'm so, SO glad that you're on the road to recovery now. I totally relate to a lot of what you said too. It's so important to have a community and people who you can relate to.

I'm glad my posts can make you happy!! And you're right, it CAN get better <3

#i genuinely love hearing that my posts have a positive impact on people #my 2 main goals are to educate and create community #so it's always so nice to hear that I'm helping in some way =]

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tv-gh0st · 7 months

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Day 1- But now this room is spinning while im just trying to fill in the gaps

Day 1- "But now this room is spinning while im jus trying to fill in all the gaps" (726 words) by Prime_Path Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Four & Legend (Linked Universe) Characters: Legend - Character, Four Additional Tags: Sickfic, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Four (Linked Universe)-centric, Wumptober, Is that not a tag?, Damn, Legend is a good big brother, or atlest hes trying to be, im pissed that isnt a tag, i will make that a tag with my own bare hands if i have yo, Four (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Legend (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug Series: Part 1 of Wumptober 2023 Summary: Four is just having a bad day, and Legend is trying his best to help he swears. Wumpee- Four, kinda Legend Characters- Four, Legen

today was a doosy, im posting this technically on october 2nd yes but the fic was posted on 11:59 pm so it counts

now why is this so horribly done and posted so late, because although ive started almost all the prompts already i technically havent finished them all(im not gonna be ad bad as today i swear) and i had really bad writers block on todays the today came around and its all shit

anyways thats my rant you can actually ready the fic now ig

Everyone was cold wet tired hungry and you know one or two of them would be sick(they couldn’t sleep out unless they all wanted to get sick), and it seemed like a miracle when a portal opened up, bad news they got thrown into Wilds goddessdamned Gerudo dessert. And it was fucking cold.

Atlest they could make a fire now.

But that really didn’t matter right now, because the moment Four walked through that portal he passed out, the last thing he heard was Legends squeaky noise as he was suddenly on 'make sure Four doesn’t die' duty.

The next time Four woke up he was very disappointed to find out they were still in the dessert. Apparently they got fucking split up And Four got really sick from the rain from the last Hyrule. He also felt very very fuzzy when he woke up. His head was pounding and he could barly hear anything his vison had black all around it and whatever wasn’t black spots was blurry as fuck. The thing that bothered him the most was how loud it was, he couldn’t hear anything yet everything was so loud in his head.

"F-r -OUR!"

"R-red?"

"ye- m- tuic red"

Four couldn’t hear a word of that so he just squinted at Red? Well he tried but the need to close his eyes won and Four effectively passed out, the last thing he hears being a grunt of some kind.

The next time he wakes up Four feels every so slightly more lucid, he can even hear again(the static in his head is sounding more and more like fighting by the minute) everythings still hot and blurry but he soon feels a wet towl? On his face.

"Hmm"

"Four!"

Said boy tilts his head, that’s not red is it? Maybe it is. No.

"thank godesses your finally awake." Legend? He thinks that’s who it is.

"yes im Legend."

Oh hes talking outloud.

"mhm"

"Come on you have to eat something, which means you have to sit up, I only have rations and ingredients but its better then nothing." as he said that Legend was helping him sit up, well Legend was kinda just doing it all but Four aprecieted it a lot actually, as he had to get helped eating the tastless jerky that the captain hands out for rations.

And that’s were they were now, Four getting basiclly fed and he just felt horible and the arguing got louder in his head and it felt like it just kept getting louder and louder and louder until.

"SHUT UP"

Hed barly been awake for 10 minutes and he couldn’t take it anymore he just wanted to go back to sleep and wake up in a nice cool inn where they had food and water and were his brothers were with them.

"-our Link?"

Oh yeah legend, fuck legend. Hed yelled, it wasn’t ment at him everythings just so loud and everythings spinning and he just wants everything it shut up shut up shutup shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup.

"link!"

He felt heavy presence of Legends hands on his shoulders and everything else stopped.

Legend sighed.

Besides that it was silent

"m sorry…"

Legend just looked at Four in a way that screamed, confused, a little mortified even, sad, and angry but not at him Four hoped atlest.

He really looked like that little kid who was trembling in his tiny boots thinking he didn’t need Elzo while he was really listening for Elzos every word.

He really did think Elzo was just a saftey net didn’t he.

"no- god no Four fuck uhm. Your sick im sorry I know somethings happening its loud er like in your head right? Im ausuming the mutturing you’ve been doing was them right? The uhm I don’t know what you call em."

What?

Wait.

Did Legend know?

"How-"

"I sorry I didn’t say anything I- your like uhg I cant do this now im sorry I Shouldn’t have said anything I just, I get it well I don’t but it- your sick and it cant be easy I just im not mad or anything okay"

Four sighed, hed deal with the fact legend knows later, and the fact that the yelling is still promanint hes tired and everythings still spinning, and well hes happy that legend isnt mad? He supposes"

#wumptober2023 #linked universe #fanfic

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brett-is-afraid · 2 years

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Put My Finger On Your Tongue 'Cause You Love The Taste

The promised dreamnap piss fic

Ship: cc!dreamnap

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Cock warming, piss kink, piss drinking, praise kink, sub Sapnap, dom Dream, cuddling, aftercare.

Ao3 link or read below the cut

Sapnap’s throat burned and ached as he sat on the floor of the bedroom office. He didn’t know how long he’d been down there, lips stretched around Dream’s cock and a hand buried in his hair. He’d been cockwarming the other man for what felt like hours. In the beginning, it was fun and sexy. The feeling was exhilarating. Being treated like a toy was nothing new between them, but they had never tried cockwarming before today.

During the middle of the experience, Sapnap’s head had been pleasantly fuzzy. He’d never felt so taken care of and like someone else was in control. But all he had to do was sit there and be good, mouth stretched wide and Dream buried balls-deep inside of him. Sapnap didn’t know how the man wasn’t hard. Any other time, he might be a little offended that his mouth was on somebody’s cock and they were still soft. This was all part of the fun, though, and he felt too good to worry himself over stupid insecurities like that.

He did wish his face was actually being fucked, though. The thought of having Dream’s hips snapping up and the hand in his hair holding him down made him squirm. Partially because he’d always loved having his mouth taken, but also because his jaw was getting sore. Part of Sapnap wished he’d just get off so they could stop already. They had safety signals in place, he could stop whenever he wanted. But he wanted to keep making Dream happy for as long as he could manage and he wasn’t quite ready to tap out.

“Are you almost done, baby?” Dream cooed and Sapnap felt a bit bad that he had been so obvious. He swallowed around his length, trying to clear his mouth of saliva, but it only served to earn a hiss from the older man. Looking at Dream's face, he saw no anger or disappointment that Sapnap wasn’t lasting longer. Instead, all he saw was pleasure and love. “I just have one more thing to do and then we’ll be done,” Dream assured. And Sapnap was ready, this was finally the part he’d been waiting for, he thought.

This was when Dream was going to fuck his face, finally chasing his actual pleasure. The only mystery was how Dream would treat him now. Sometimes, he’d bob Sapnap’s head gently along his length and be so soft with him he could cry. Other times, he’d hold onto the sides of the man’s head and force his cock so deep that it forced tears to spring to his eyes. Sapnap loved both versions of his boyfriend. Each experience was different, but just as good and Sapnap couldn’t wait to see what was in store for him tonight.

A hand tightened in Sapnap’s hair and eased his head into a better angle over his cock. It would make it easier for it to slip down his throat. Sapnap licked at the underside happily as he slid further down. Hands held his head there, nose pressed into Dream’s pubic hair as he waited to have his face fucked. But moments slipped by and Dream still hadn’t moved. Impatience began taking over Sapnap, making the man squirm around.

Dream’s fingers tightened in Sapnap’s hair and he tried to settle down for the older man. But he flinched and gagged a bit when something was suddenly hitting the back of his throat. Sapnap was confused by what was happening. It wasn’t Dream’s cock, he hadn’t moved yet, and it was far too watery to be cum even if Dream wasn’t completely soft. And then Sapnap remembered the porn he had seen Dream watching previously.

He’d walked in on Dream watching a video of a man on his knees with another guy standing over him. Piss sprayed against his face, eyes closed and mouth open as he happily accepted it. Dream had his own jeans pushed down his thighs, cock out and jerking himself off desperately. He had been embarrassed about Sapnap catching him, but the shorter man had assured him that there was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, Sapnap hadn’t even taken the idea of them doing that at some point off the table.

But they hadn’t talked about actually doing it, not in the ways of making any plans for it. The feeling was undeniable once Sapnap realized what was happening, though. He had spent the whole afternoon warming his boyfriend’s cock and now, he was letting him piss down his throat. And that had no right being as hot as it was. His face scrunched up a bit and his nails dug wildly at Dream’s thighs, but he never tapped out.

The first pulse had sprayed hard and unexpectedly, almost choking him from the force of it. But Dream tried to get the stream under control after that, letting it out slowly and trying to not overwhelm the other man. Sapnap’s head was reeling as a bitter, salty taste hung heavy in his mouth. It was nowhere near as acrid as Sapnap thought it would be. And the knowledge that he was pleasing Dream made it even more enjoyable for him.

He had liked playing into the subby angle all day if he was being honest. Just sitting on the ground and taking care of Dream’s cock, willing to get him off whenever he decided he wanted it. And now, he was letting the man piss down his throat. It should be the most humiliating thing he’d ever done, but all he could think was that he was happy to do this for Dream. Especially when the man above him let out an appreciative moan.

Luckily, the stream wasn’t overwhelming for Sapnap. He was able to just sit there and take everything he was given. Though, he knew Dream wouldn’t be upset if he needed to stop. The hand in Sapnap’s hair moved a bit to gently cup the back of his head, fingers rubbing at the skin there in soothing movements. And that helped push all the thoughts out of Sapnap’s mind, letting him fully focus on what was happening.

Sapnap swallowed eagerly around Dream every few seconds. He did his best to not get carried away, not wanting to rile Dream up or swallow too hard around him. But if there were any problems, Dream did not say anything about it. It seemed like forever that Sapnap sat there, head being held in a comfortable position, just letting Dream piss down his throat. And it shouldn’t have been that easy to get lost in the feeling.

“Good boy,” Dream finally said, sounding more breathless than he ever had. And Sapnap was grateful for the praise, the words shooting through him as he was allowed to move his head off Dream’s cock for the first time. He sucked in his first unrestricted feeling and his lungs burned from how good it felt. But already, he longed to do this again. The hand in his hair never left, instead urging him up to his feet.

“I love you,” Sapnap choked out quietly. He tried to press himself closer into Dream’s body, legs shaky as he attempted to hold himself up. His head was so fuzzy it almost hurt. But Dream didn’t let him cuddle up to him just yet. Catching his face in one hand, Dream kissed him softly and it made Sapnap’s heart race unreasonably fast.

“I love you too. You did so well for me,” Dream promised him once he pulled away from the kiss. Sapnap was eased onto his lap and Dream’s arms wrapped tightly around his middle. Trembling arms found their way around Dream’s neck as they cuddled together. And neither could help the feeling that this was exactly where they were meant to be.

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The Accident

When making the best of a bad situation, a witch arrives to give an unexpected option, requiring a bit of self-reflection before the protagonist can make a decision. Trans vibes.

CW: major injury, body transformation, medical coercion, gender dysphoria, depersonalization, deadname mention, anxiety, derealization, eye contact, medical situations, consensual dehumanization, misgendering

The truck came out of nowhere. Metal buckled and squealed, glass shattered and sprayed, and plastic strained and tore.

There were no memories after that, for a while. When consciousness finally returned, everything was fuzzy; there was some sort of room with medical equipment and an attendeant.

The attendant realized the patient was awake and went to fetch the doctor.

Strolling in with a digital tablet, the doctor looked over the hospital bed and remarked, "It's great to see you finally awake."

She continued, "If you're feeling up to it, I can catch you up on what's been going on since the accident."

Accident? Oh… something about a truck and broken glass… The patient sat up a bit, or at least attempted to, and stammered, "Y-yeah, uh, go ahead." The room was less fuzzy now, but everything felt like a dream… maybe it was?

The doctor looked the patient up and down somberly before continuing, "Okay, this is a lot, so we'll go slow and I'll come back by again in case you have more questions later. Not to be a medical cliche, but there's good news and bad news. The bad news is, some of your body was damaged in the accident. The good news is, you're alive and in a world where we can replace pretty much any part of the body. It also may be possible to fix everything with surgery and extensive therapy, but the process would be long."

The dream had become even more unreal than it seemed before. Vision seemed to narrow, going dim around the edges. The patient's ears were ringing, and thinking was becoming more cloudy than it was upon first awakening.

The doctor continued explaining, "There's more bad news, though. Your insurance isn't great. So if you want to opt for replacement, it's probably only going to cover basic replacement parts, but we do have a patient advocate team that can help you try to secure a zero-interest medical loan that may enable you to have better replacement parts to give you a more normal body."

A growing sense of shock and horror crept across the patient's mind. Looking down revealed abdominal damage and tubes leading to a number of machines. The lower limbs also showed signs of major injury and had hardware mounted around them. No wonder the earlier attempt to sit up in bed failed.

The doctor tapped a few buttons on her tablet then looked up again and spoke, "My name is Dr. Corsi, but you can call me Jasmine. I'm going to have the patient advocate come by and help you figure out how to make the best of an unfortunate situation. Please don't hesitate to have someone fetch me if you have medical questions about any of your options."

Jasmine left and was soon replaced by a smiling, eager fellow with some brochures who introduced himself as Mike, with a last name that sounded like Attenboro or Aldanburo. Thoroughly overwhelmed, the patient muttered, "Could you just leave the info about my options, my head is hurting terribly and I can't focus." Mike departed, and the patient fell asleep.

* * *

"Hey, how are you feeling today?" chirped Mike, now on his fifth visit. "Have you made a decision?"

With an eyeroll, the patient answered, "Look, I just don't want to be in more debt. I know I won't have much functionality with the basic parts, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to go back to work regardless of what option I take. So how would I ever pay off that nightmare of a loan? And I am just not interested in placing all my hope in natural healing fixing everything slowly,"

Casting his eyes down, Mike spoke more softly, "Yeah, I mean, I am trying to give you the best option here that gets you back to normal quickly, but if it's unaffordable then it would be unethical to saddle you with the debt. But… I think I know someone who can help, it's just… it's a little unconventional. And there may be some other things you'd have to be ready to sacrifice, but it wouldn't be your finances."

The patient's eyes grew wide.

Mike looked nervous, "Look, let me make a phone call. And let me look into something else more official, too. Because I really think the cybernetically controlled legs and fully synthetic organs are your best bet."

Mike left the room for a few minutes before returning with a phone. He offered it to the patient, saying, "I have someone you may want to speak to."

The strange voice on the other end of the line was strong and charming as it greeted the patient, "Hello sweetheart! The one who has been speaking to you about your options thought you might want an introduction with its owner. Rather unconventional choice for it to make, but part of the agreement is that it has full autonomy at its job. So, tell me, little one, what is your name?"

The patient began, "Hi, my name is Josep---" but was interrupted at the beginning of the 'f' sound.

Amused, the strong voice on the phone jumped in, "Hold it. Is that your real name, or the one on your birth certificate?"

The patient felt clammy and a little nauseated, unable to respond.

The voice on the phone continued, "Let's try that again. What name would you like to be called?"

The patient paused for a minute and managed to say, "Call me Jo---uh, Joanna."

The voice on the other end of the line sounded pleased, responding, "Ah, I thought so. Joanna it is, then. Joanna, if you want to be out of that hospital quickly and can't afford the cybernetically-enhanced and fully-synthetic parts, I may have an option for you. But I'm not going to discuss it over the phone. Would you like to meet me? I'll come to you. And only say yes if you're interested. If you're not, tell me no, and I will take you at your word and leave you alone."

Joanna was puzzled. She didn't have a lot of experience with people taking her word seriously, and hardly ever had anyone really wanted to know what she wanted to be called, always assuming her legal name and gender were the right ones to use.

In fact, Joanna was more than puzzled; she was overwhelmed to the point where the room started spinning. She took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, but maybe tomorrow," before handing the phone back to Mike. Joanna blurted out, "Mike, I need some privacy for now," before closing her eyes and trying to calm down.

* * *

Mike showed up the next day with a tall, mystically dressed figure, who immediately seemed to recognize Joanna.

The figure spoke in that charming voice again, "Joanna, my name is Isabel and my pronouns are they/them. For now, that's how you'll refer to me."

Isabel leaned in and asked, "How are you doing today, little one?", looking at Joanna square in the eyes, causing Joanna to squirm and look down.

Isabel stood back up straight and frowned a little, remarking, "I see I've made you uncomfortable. Let me say this: I don't expect you to make or maintain eye contact if you don't want to. I have many ways in which I can communicate; it may take some time to find the right ones to use with you."

This confused Joanna twice over. She was used to people not only expecting her to return eye contact constantly but also for people being unwilling to accomodate what she thought of as her quirks. She was also very surprised to see anybody notice that it was the intense eye contact that bothered her; most people ascribed the wrong reasons to her reactions.

Joanna replied, "Mostly, I think I want to get out of here. It's nice to meet you in person, though I'm not sure what it is you can do for me or why we had to meet in person." Joanna was not a fan of in-person conversations, as the other party would often expect her to interpret their body language.

Isabel smiled at Joanna. "Little one, because I want to show you something that I can't show you over the phone. I don't do things without a reason."

Joanna had become more annoyed and raised her voice, "Oh yeah? Well why do you keep calling me little one?"

Isabel maintainer their calm demeanor. "I have a knack for guessing what people want, but it's only a guess. If I'm wrong, don't hesitate to let me know. If you would like me to stop calling you little one, then say so --- or write it on a note if it's hard to say it out loud."

Joanna shifted from being annoyed to being tense and nervous. "Actually… it's okay. I can't understand why, but it's comforting to hear."

Isabel smiled again. "I'm grateful to hear that. My intuition was correct again, but please inform me if it becomes clear that my intuition is wrong in the future. It's not always right. Can you do that?"

Joanna was wondering what the point of all this was, but answered, "Okay, I guess I can. So what was it that you needed to show me in person?"

Isabel's eyes sparkled a bit as they simply said, "This," and waved their fingers at Mike. The air swirled around Mike for a moment then cleared.

At first, Joanna saw nothing unusual. Then she noticed one of Mike's elbows was not a normal human elbow; it looked more like ball and socket joints crafted from a composite, and his forearm was covered in runes. The upper half of Mike's face also seemed to now covered in runes, with parts of his eyes, nose, and forehead carved with whorled lines.

Mike spoke up, "There were a few injuries, to one arm and parts of the face, and there just weren't good, affordable options at the time. Isabel helped… and fixed some problems with a deviated septum, as well," gesturing at his nose, which had seemed to become shifted to one side.

Isabel clarified, "I can make small changes, or build off of existing medical work. My magic can't work any wild miracles, but it can help. What you're seeing now is how it appears without my enchantments, more or less."

Joanna's mind was racing. Not only could this offer a solution for her current quandary, but… Joanna started speaking, "Isabel? What other kind of small changes can you make? Because I… have had some things I've wanted changed for a while, just little things that…" before trailing off. Her mind started spinning and she felt her cheeks redden.

Isabel eyed her curiously. "What things do you want changed? My intuition is giving me an idea, but I am going to need you to be specific."

Joanna gulped. Her mouth and throat had gone completely dry. "I have… I've wanted to find a gender clinic, and… I mean I've looked into… I don't know how to find a doctor that can help with…" She couldn't seem to bring herself to complete her thoughts aloud.

Isabel said, "That's enough to clarify. If you are wanting to feminize your body shape or change what's in your pants, that falls under the realm of what I can do. In fact, I didn't always look how I look now, so I know quite a bit about this. Why do you think I got into the study of magic?"

Smirking, Isabel continued, "What I ask from those who seek my help is, effectively, to do my bidding. I am not going to ask for anything impossible, and I won't overly burden anyone. But it brings me great pleasure for others to carry out the tasks I give them."

They wiggled their fingers at Mike again, commenting, "I don't want to keep it standing around with eyesight missing in one eye or with reduced range of elbow motion for no good reason; I have little interest in cruelty. But I wanted to show you how it looked both with and without my enchantments so you'd understand." After another shimmer in the air around Mike, he had returned to his normal form. Wait… normal? Joanna wondered which one was actually his normal form, or whether she needed to stop thinking about what was normal and find a different way to think about all this.

Joanna, head swimming, managed to say, "Okay… so, I---I am not even sure what to say right now. I guess what I want to know is, what are these tasks? What is your bidding? Why do you keep calling him an it? That seems… dehumanizing, doesn't it?"

Isabel smiled sweetly. "Little one, most of these tasks are fairly mundane; helping me around the house, helping me with my magic. Some of these tasks do get a little spicier; a witch like me draws upon the intense power of erotic energy for some of my magic, as well as other important powers of friendship and love. In fact, I'm only interested in doing this kind of magic on those who are fully willing. As for your other question, I will let it answer on its own."

Mike spoke up, "This one is not really human. It is a combination of human flesh and medical technology and magic. It has moved beyond humanness."

Joanna, thoroughly confused, responded, "Okay sure but why are you talking so funny? It's like you stopped saying 'I' as soon as Isabel showed up."

Mike responded, "This one has embraced its new sense of self and its new role in service to its witch, as well as in service to others through patient advocacy work. It has decided to exist as a helpful animated doll, though not quite like the clockwork kind that needs winding. It chooses to function as one of the larger collective of dolls that serve this witch. Hence, it is 'this one' when it references itself, at least outside of work or in front of its witch."

This was just too much for Joanna, who had often not been treated as an equal by her peers, for having unusual interests and struggling to fit in socially. "I need you both to leave. Now. And I'm surprised nobody from my medical team has come in this room this whole time that we've been talking!"

Isabel placed a folded card on the table next to the hospital bed. "Joanna, I am happy to leave. I have written my number on this card, but it sounds like maybe you'd be better off exploring medical-only options for your injuries as well as seeking out a gender clinic. I do hope you find peace… little one." And with that, they stepped out of the room, leaving only Mike.

"Before I go," started Mike, "I did have an update on your financial situation. I was able to secure one of the limited number of medical grants available. They're normally reserved for people with no insurance, but I asked if they could make an exception. So if you want the cybernetic and fully-synthetic option, you won't end up in terrible debt."

Joanna was left alone as Mike walked out of the room as well. Her mind was racing, and she kept leaping wildly from thinking of being humiliated for much of her life for being different, to being controlled and manipulated by past abusers, to her current situation, to the display of magic she had seen Isabel demonstrate with Mike. It was far too much for her to take in. She was intimidated by what Isabel seemed capable of, but fascinated by an image that kept appearing in her mind: a doll-like figure that resembled her but with more curves, scampering around doing chores and flashing flirtatious smiles.

As her mind jumped back to replaying scenes of past hurt, she closed her eyes. Her exhausted brain started drifting away from reality, and luckily into sleep.

* * *

Joanna woke with a start. She had woken from a strange dream where she her body had been transformed into a body that she'd been much happier with than the one she'd had all her life, the one which was now in a hospital bed and in need of repair.

In the dream, she had felt free.

In the dream, she had felt like she was finally herself.

In the dream, she was beautiful and strong.

And in the dream, she was carrying out assorted household labor for a tall figure who didn't force her to make eye contact when she didn't want to, who didn't call her homophobic slurs for being different…

In her mind, she replayed the scene from when Mike and Isabel were in the room. Mike had come by at some point and left information about the grant on the bedside table with a note that read, "There's a list of resources for the other thing you mentioned available, if you want that too," very likely referencing a list of gender clinics.

Her ruminating was interrupted by Dr. Corsi.

"Hello, Jos---" started the doctor, but Joanna jumped in before the name could be completed.

"Hi, Jasmine. Mike brought me some news about a grant."

"Yes," responded the doctor, "he managed to get an exception to our policy for you. So the insurance is not going to be the problem that it seemed to be at first."

Joanna's heart was racing in her chest. She glanced nervously at Isabel's card, also sitting on the bedside table. "Doctor, I think… I think I'd prefer if the hospital kept the grant to be used for uninsured patients. My insurance covers some basic replacement parts. I know they won't be as nice-looking or as functional, but…" She could hardly believe what was saying right now. Something in her heart was telling her that she was doing the right thing, even though it didn't make sense to the logical part of her mind.

"Are you sure?" Jasmine looked at her quizzically. "That's very noble of you, but, if I were you, I'd take the chance to get the best option that I can."

"Doctor, I actually totally understand what you mean about the best option. I know it's a little hard to explain but… I think just the basic stuff is going to suit me just fine."

"Well, I'm glad you made a decision anyway. You're stabilized from the accident and need to move ahead with surgery so we can free up this bed. I'll send our surgical consult tech around to go through all the paperwork with you."

As Dr. Corsi left the room, Jasmine's heart continued its frantic pounding. It suddenly dawned on her what she had just done: she had put herself on a path where she'd only regain full functionality if she enlisted some magical aid or spent a long time doing physical therapy. She didn't think she had the patience for the latter, though.

Or had she really committed to that? She could always tell the surgical consult tech that she had changed her mind again and wanted to take the grant, right?

Two hours later, after the paperwork had been filled out, she had not changed her mind.

She dialed the witch's number.

* * *

"Hello, my name is Isabel, I'm here to pick up a patient, number 57-12576."

The receptionist replied, "Ah, yes, he's coming out of the recovery room right now. Go back through the double doors and he'll be in room five."

Isabel winced. To them, hearing Joanna misgendered was like nails on a chalkboard. But, as far as Isabel knew, Joanna had not informed the hospital of her real pronouns, and Isabel was not about to out her without her permission.

Isabel made their way into the patient room on the surgery wing. "Isa… Isabel…" muttered a very sleepy Joanna.

"Ah, little one, it is so wonderful to hear your voice!" Isabel beamed.

"Can you… are you going to help… Can you help me make these ugly robot legs dance? I've always wanted to dance… Oh, and my stomach… I don't want to have the dietary, um, restrictions of these bottom-of-the-line organs… And I want to look in the mirror and see my real self, and…" Joanna trailed off as her eyes filled with tears.

"Sweetheart. One thing at a time. First, no part of you is ugly. But we can make you curvier and adjust your appearance with magic, which may help you find your own beauty that has been hidden from you. I promise that I can make you dance. In fact, I love it when my dolls ask me to dance! I can enchant your belly, and we will feast together on all sorts of meals that I will teach you how to prepare. You won't have to worry about dietary restrictions, and I will keep your favorite foods on stock so that you can treat yourself when you want to."

Joanna's confusion was a mixture of surprise and anesthesia that was still wearing off. "Wouldn't the treats be just… just as rewards?"

"Oh, no, little one. I don't mete out food based on your behavior---unless, of course," they chuckled, "that kind of thing is fun and consensual for you. No, I've found that giving dolls plenty of access to delicious treats helps them learn better self-care. My intuition is telling me that you might appreciate some lessons in self-care…"

Joanna's eyes continued to leak their salty fluid. "I am not always so good with taking care of myself. Are you a harsh teacher? I am anxious…"

Isabel took Joanna's hand into their own. "Little one, I am a very direct and efficient teacher, but I try not to be harsh. I suspect you've already been harsh enough on yourself in this life. No, I am here to help you flourish as yourself, in exchange for your help around the house and… maybe sometimes in the bedroom."

Joanna's eyes dried, but her cheeks turned bright red. She had no idea what to say. She shied away from most discussions of sexuality due to being painfully manipulated in the past. She could only relate to this kind of subject in the context of her old life, which was a life she did not want to return to or think about right now.

Isabel squeezed her hand gently. "Nothing before you're ready for it, though. We can wait to talk about that. Maybe after your curves start coming in? I've been preparing the runes for that spell since our first conversation. In the meantime, there will be plenty of other tasks of mine that you'll be tending to… as soon as they let me take you home, that is," said Isabel, a sparkle appearing in her eye as she mentioned taking Joanna home.

Smiling, Joanna looked into their eyes for as long as she could before the eye contact started hurting, then looked down at her hand in theirs.

Joanna's voice was warm and eager with possibility as she said, "This one can't wait."

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