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two-white-butterflies · 7 months

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is it over now? | c16

Description: You reminisce about a relationship that was never meant to be. Charles moves on - but you stay there.

Pairing: charles leclerc/short!reader

(not really that short, more like 4'11 - 5'3)

yournamelovely: 1989 (Taylor's Version) is out now! I had so much fun being the only feature in the remastered album. Please listen to 'Is It Over Now?' 💙🦋 Thank you for this beautiful opportunity Tay!

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theraindrops4: I'm so proud of you 😭

taylorswift: 💙

nickdevries: Don't forget us when you're famous. - yournamelovely: Who are you again??

There were many different ways to get over a breakup; some of them included healing, traveling and finding yourself - but how could you get over Charles fucking Leclerc? He was everything that you wanted in a man - dimpled cheeks, monegasque accent, and a perfect family that you adored. He was everything you needed.

When he decided to call things off three months ago. You haven't been the same. "Congrats on your new song with Taylor! I listened to it and I can't believe you both kept it hidden for 6 years?" Selena chuckled while handing you one of Taylor's famous mocktails.

"It was supposed to be in my debut album - but it didn't make sense. Now, I think - it makes absolute sense." you chuckled, staring off to the side. Yep, Charles' new fling was a Slovakian model - who by all means, looked beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes, you couldn't find it in yourself to hate her. How could anyone hate an angel?

"Oh come on, we have to catch up soon. You still haven't told me about the thing with Charles." Blake's eyes narrowed, she leaned on the door-frame - eyes trailing back and forth between you and her kids that were running around the backyard. "What is there left to say? Our relationship was amazing - it ended and we're going in separate ways." you simplified, leaning on the chair.

Blake took a deep breath, finally settling down in between Selena and Ryan. "I always thought that you'd end up together," she admitted - although she sooner realized that it wasn't the proper thing to say. "Charles, ending up with someone? He's not the guy that dreams about marriage. Maybe in another life, I'll want something less." you looked in the deep horizon.

"Maybe it was for the better that things ended - you obviously didn't agree on big things. You deserve to be happier." Ryan butted in the conversation, sensing that you were in deep thought. "I guess," you agreed with a hum.

yournamelovely: quickie mart mwahaha

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yournamelover: WHAT IS THIS HUMOR? HAHAHA

charlos92: please get back with charles

destinyshanggggee: I WOULDN'T MARRY ME EIGHTER

olenna_markiz: Congratulations lovie! @Charles_Leclerc

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hollyshit2: YOU LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER

bolld6: the look of pure love omg

charlesandy/nforever: real eyes realize that she was the one ...

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derivativeofx: The way that he threw it all away 😭

leftovers8: WE NEED AN EXPLAINATION

yournameleclerc: huhuhuhu

You thought that having the internet hate Charles' new girlfriend would make you feel better - but it honestly made you feel worst. The entire fucking world fucking hates her, thinks that she's better than you - but it wouldn't change the fact that he chose her. It wouldn't change the fact that you didn't blame her.

You would risk the world for Olenna Markiz too.

"There has been a flurry of hate in social media directed towards your past relationship and his new girlfriend. What do you have to say about that?" the interviewer cornered you. The grip on your hoodie tightened - you wanted to buy food, but the Paps found you. "This is about Charles and Olenna, right? I'll be blunt - our relationship did end on a sour note but it's not an excuse to be mean towards her."

"- at the end of the day, we're separately happy. Please stop making rumors about us or about her. Especially her - because umm she wasn't the reason for our breakup. Judging from the posts I see on social media, they're really in love. I wish nothing but the best for them." you smiled bitterly, walking away as your manager suddenly rushes to your side.

ynandcharlesuniverse: 1 year ago, (Your Name) wrote 'Timeless' for Charles Leclerc. I believe that we were supposed to find this, cuz even in a different life you still would've been mine.

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Charles_Leclerc: With the beautiful girl 💞

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romanempire3: beautiful pair omgg

carlandodestroyer: OLENNA MARKIZ IS LITERALLY MOMMY

obladioblada: does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night...

yournamelovely: World Tour EP ... featuring three songs: lacy, nonsense and vicious.

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nickdevries: LACY >>>

danielricciardo: LACY >>>

chickenpozes34: WE ARE FED

"Hey!" you waved at the girl beside you.

It was a charity gala - benefiting the orphans of Europe. To your surprise, you were seated beside Olenna Markiz. The girl's shadow seemed to haunt you all the way to Texas. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm such a big fan," she gives you a firm handshake.

There was cautiousness in her posture - like she was trying to determine if you were nice or bad. "Likewise, I love your work with Bottega and Mugler." you named, oblivious to the cameras that were pointed in your direction. "Really? Not a lot of people recognize me, to them we're just girls wearing clothes." she chuckled.

"It's hard to be a woman in this economy, but I assure you - there are lots of people who know how to appreciate art." you complimented. It was your dream to be a model - ever since you were little, you were always fascinated with supermodels. Alas, God didn't grant you with the suitable height required. "I just hope that I meet them soon enough," she whispered to herself, before returning her attention to the man on the stage.

Olenna didn't know what to expect with her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. A lot of people in reddit spoke about her bluntness, that she was unapologetically human - often lashing out in her childhood star years. There weren't a lot of posts to go along. His ex valued her privacy, rarely even attended any interviews.

To her surprise, she was pleasant company. Often making jokes that she understood and found hilarious. It was easy falling in love with (Your Name) (Last Name), what Olenna couldn't understand was how Charles fell out of love. "It was nice hanging out with you, maybe we could grab some coffee in the future?" she offered, a foot inside her luxury car. "Sure, I'll give your agent my number." Lena agreed.

Happy to have made a friend.

LET'S NOT PIT WOMEN AGAINST EACH OTHER

WILL FOREVER BE A GIRL'S GIRL

#charles leclerc x reader #c16 #charles leclerc imagines #formula one imagines #formula one fanfic

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melloween-candie · 8 months

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"It was an accident! I swear"

Jim Hawkins X Fem Reader Headcanon!!!

Imagine: Jim accidentally walking in on you while you were changing... 🤭

Warning! Nudity!! NO MINORS PLSS, slight mention of masturbation, kissing

Word Count: 1,666

Treasure Planet Masterlist

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

In the RLS legacy, there's only one bathroom...

Do understand that you are a cabin girl, meaning you don't get the specialty of having your own room even if most of the crew members are male.

Now, you weren't the only female crew member; there was the captain who had her own bathroom and one other female who didn't have genitals... or a body for that matter- you weren't really sure how she worked...?

In the end, it was honestly just too uncomfortable for you to change in front of your crew mates, even if they were changing with you...

It didn't help that you found a certain crew member cute... Honestly, you were pretty sure he felt the same way when it came to changing clothes since you never really saw him when everyone else was changing.

Now some may say the trip to Treasure Planet was a short one, but quite frankly, it wasn't. At least not for you.

It took about a good couple of months, maybe even more. (It was actually said to be like 7 months, I think- I can't remember, but Doppler said it in the movie)

And as the only female HUMAN on board, mind you, you were at the peak of your prime; being a raging hormonal teenager, you needed certain supplies every month. (If you don't know what I'm talking about- LEAVE! You're too young! Stop reading 😭)

And it's not like you could just ask the captain to make a pit stop, so you could grab those supplies... no, you had to fend for yourself until the next pit stop, which was normally scheduled every two months. However, sometimes it wasn't an option...

So you had to learn how to use them wisely.

For the most part, you were fine; it was just irritating.

And it wasn't like you could just go and talk to someone about it.

You were pretty sure that 99% of the crew members didn't even know what a period is...

And the only person you think would know since he does have a human mother, after all... you're too scared to even say hi.

And even then, you'd rather die than talk to him about your period cramps... 😂💀

But that wasn't even your problem... you were done for the month. Right now, your problem was the fact that the boy you thought was cute was currently standing in front of you... You. Had. No. Clothes. On. 😭

It started with Jim and Morph playing around.

Now, usually, you would always wake up early so you could use the bathroom first thing in the morning. So you could avoid everyone else and get a head start for the day.

You were doing your usual routine.

Normally, you'd shower and then brush your teeth and hair before ending it all by applying some natural makeup.

However, today, you were interrupted...

When you walked in, you thought you'd closed the door all the way; however, a sneaky little pink blob got squeezed in between the door and the wall, causing the door to stay slightly open as the little blob sneaked in with a sock in hand...

(okay, picture this- the door is there... and when you enter the bathroom, there is a wall in front of you, and on your left is a tiny hallway... take two steps and look to your right you see the bathroom stuff. I hope you can visualize what I'm trying to say...)

Morph ended up getting hit by one of our many clothes. You weren't really paying attention as you were simply taking off your clothes and throwing them somewhere as you prepared your shower.

As you were about to turn on your shower, you heard something...

It was a little giggle. A giggle that only came from a pink little blob...

"Morph? Are you in here-" You said, turning around as you heard another person speak simultaneously- "Morph? Where'd you go-"

You both were staring at each other... a silence quickly fell.

Your entire body burned from the inside as you silently panicked...

Your face turned red as a cold chill befell on you the moment you met eyes... you froze- you couldn't even muster a full scream.

Just a small little squeak before your brain fully turns off from complete under embarrassment.

Meanwhile, in Jim's mind... SH** SH** SH*******************

Boy was in full-on panic mode... didn't know what to say or do- freaking out inside his head while his body, including his head, WOULD NOT MOVEEE 🤣😭

His face had a cute shade of pink on too... the only thing that dazed you both out of your frozen state was Morph who was mimicking you... In. Front. Of. Jim's. Face.

He quickly realized and clapped his hands on him, causing Morph to quit it as you quickly grabbed a towel to cover yourself.

A brief moment of silence came once again.

This time, you refused to look at him as you held on to your towel tightly, hoping he would just leave...

It took a moment- he took a breath then proceeded- "Look, Y/n... I-I'm really sorry! I- I didn't mean it I- I swear!" He took a step towards you. It was clear that he was utterly baffled about the event that just happened. "W-we were just playing around... I didn't think anyone was in here. T-T-The door wasn't locked..." He said, pointing to where the door was. He honestly sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than to explain to you by that point...

You just stood there as he rambled on- "And- and there was a sock! Yeah... a sock!"

"You mean that one..." You pointed only to quickly regret it.

The sock Jim was talking about was currently under the cute little panties you just had on...

You died inside- instantly! As you both stared at it. His face turned an even brighter shade of red as your face did the complete opposite.

Yours turned pale- pale as white snow. Instantly regretting everything.

I had a gut feeling about taking this shower this morning, and this is what I get for not listening... You thought as you covered your face with both of your hands... Sliding down to your knees.

Jim looked at you, then back at the panties, then quickly backed towards you and realized-

You were crying... his lungs lost breath as his heart squeezed itself a little too hard. "Hey, hey, it's okay! You don't have to cry- I- I swear I won't tell anyone. No one has to know." By the end of that sentence, he was kneeling down next to you with his hand on your back.

You lifted your head, looking at him with watery eyes...

Honestly, you weren't really all that sad- it was more of the fact that you were completely overwhelmed and felt a little violated...

But that look on your face crushed Jim inside and out...

He made a worried look- looking down completely defeated.

"Look Y/n I really hope this doesn't change your opinion of me. I swear I'm not a pervert..." You almost couldn't hear him with how quiet he got.

You raised your head a little higher... tilting it as you leaned it a little closer... he did the same.

Now you two were staring into each other's eyes, then at your lips. Then, slowly but surely, he kissed you... it was soft and gentle.

You were shocked at first since you thought he didn't like you, but they quickly fluttered to a close as you melted into the kiss.

His hands held your cheeks as you stayed like that for a minute... nothing but kissy sounds as you both sat on the bathroom floor.

"What's going on here!?"

Your eyes quickly opened, pulling away; you started to scream as you realized who it was.

Jim quickly turned around. "GET OUT!"

"Bu- ah." He was completely baffled. "The bathroom door wasn't locked! And beside! YOU TWO ARE WAY TO YOUNG To Be Doin this sorta thang!" He said, putting his hands on his hips.

Jim fully got up now- mad and flustered. He was about to say something until you said- "Jim... I think you should leave too... I still need to take a shower." You muttered the last part.

He stared at you for a moment- then huffed. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked, and he gave Silver his best mean mug look.

As the old cyborg just shocked his head, smirking as he laughed quietly. Following the boy out.

BoNuS (Since I had more ideas LMAO)

It was late at night.

Everyone already retreated onto their hammocks.

Everyone was asleep but Jim.

He was wide awake.

He had his hands behind his head as he swung a little, side to side, on his hammock.

"I don't know what to do, Morph... I mean, is it wrong...?" He asked his little friend.

Morph wasn't really sure what he was talking about-

"I mean, I thought she was really cute before, but now-" He subconsciously bit his lower lip as he fell deeper into his thoughts... then realization hit- "Nope, no! Can't do that." He whispered-yelled mainly to himself as he moved to his side.

His hands were now covering his little friend, the one that was poking through his pants. Who clearly didn't want to go away any time soon... as his legs curled up trying to get rid of it. He was now lying in a fetal position.

"Mhm?" That was all Morph said.

"L-look, it's nothing okay... Um- go to silver or something." He said rather quickly, but Morph still stood there. "Just- leave. Okay?" Jim said once again, but Morph still didn't move as the cute little creature just made cute little noises.

"Ugh..." Jim rolled his eyes... "Shoo! Please." He said, swatting him away.

This time Morph, did leave as Jim laid back down...

A/n

AHHHHHHH- was my entire thought process as I made this. LMAO 🤣

#treasure planet 2002 #treasure planet #headcanon #disney #fanfic #fanfiction #treasure planet fanfiction #treasure planet fandom #jim hawkins #james hawkins #jim hawkins x reader #james pleiades hawkins #james hawkins x reader #james pleiades hawkins x reader

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 months

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Sex witch, I don’t know if I need advice or commiseration, but I’m writing in anyway in case you/your followers can help.

So I (24M) am a polyamorous slut, a term I embrace. My current sexual partners are my fiancé (25M), my girlfriend (22F) and my boyfriend (25M). Fiancé and boyfriend aren’t currently having sex with anyone other than me, but my girlfriend has recently started hooking up with her friend R (21M).

Because I have multiple sexual partners, I tend to be more-than-usually strict when it comes to regular STI screenings. I ask that my partners all get screened regularly, and that they ask their sexual partners to also screen regularly. This hasn’t been a problem until now.

Recently, my girlfriend asked me to talk to R for her. Apparently he told her he’d been STI tested recently when in fact he’s never been STI tested at all. That already rubs me the wrong way, because it means that he lied to her in order to get her to agree to sex she otherwise wouldn’t have. GF doesn’t want to start a fight with R about the lie. She *does* want me to convince him to actually get tested. He refuses or changes the subject when she asks, and is apparently offended that my “tyrannical demands” are expected to dictate his behavior.

I don’t want to talk to R about this and would prefer to let him and GF sort it out between them, except that GF has continued to have sex with him in the interim and seems to have given up in getting him to listen to her directly. In short, it’s a mess.

My choices seem to be these:

—Have multiple lengthy and miserable conversations with an immature 21 year old who thinks I’m a sexual tyrant about why STI testing matters to me.

—Physically drag him to the local free clinic by his hair (I know better, don’t worry)

—Try to get my GF to stop having sex with him (I hate trying to control other people’s sex lives)

—Stop having sex with my GF indefinitely. (This is the current state of affairs.)

At this point, I think I’m too frustrated to have a clearheaded view of this issue. R seems to think that I’m upset that one of my partners is having sex with someone else, but it really, really isn’t that. I got along great with my GF’s ex boyfriend and my boyfriend and fiancé’s exes, all of whom were prepared to approach our dynamic with respect for everyone involved. I’m kind of thinking myself into angry circles about this one, I think. Please advise.

hi anon,

glad you decided to ask about this now that you've found yourself thinking in circles. it can be easy to lose perspective when you're up to your eyes in a problem, and getting someone else's input can be really necessary. I'm happy to offer that input, and it's this:

the last option, re: no sex with your GF, is not only by far the most reasonable option but also the only one that seems at all fair to you and your other partners.

I don't know your GF and I'm sure she's a lovely person, but from where I'm standing she's also being a huge dick about this. it's not her fault that R lied to her about having never been tested, but making the choice to continue having sex with him after finding out the truth, giving up on trying to get him to get tested, and pawning the responsibility off on you is unfair to you, your other partners, and anyone else who potentially becomes part of this dynamic

I want to be so clear here: wanting everyone to get tested for the safety of an entire group is not unreasonable, and it's not tyrannical behavior. it's an extremely reasonable request to make, and if your girlfriend wants to disregard that then that's her choice to make, but she's also an adult woman who can deal with the consequences of the choice.

in my pinned post I say that my answer to most requests for relationship advice is to talk about it or break up, and unfortunately I can't really see this situation ending any other way.

#sex edventures 2024

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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Do you know fics where Draco fights for Harry? Doesnt have to be entire fic I just notice usually around the climax of the fic its Harry that makes the grant gesture to get his man; i want Harry to be fought for 😭😭

Hi anon! I definitely have some recs for that one, hope you enjoy these 😊

Like Gold by @the-sinking-ship (E, 4k)

Draco runs away from home on the back of his boyfriend’s motorbike.

Be Still by @writcraft (E, 5k)

Harry’s back in England and Draco tries to fix things before he disappears again.

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by lauren3210 (E, 30k)

Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he's going to work to get it.

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by dicta_contrion (E, 31k)

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

All Roads by @korlaena (M, 36k)

Draco hates his job at the Prophet. He hates it even more when he’s assigned to write an article on Harry Potter, who left the country three years ago after their falling out. Draco doesn’t want to face the truth about himself, but he’s stuck between Harry and his duty, and he’s out of options.

In The Red by @bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)

Every day, Draco Malfoy tries. With every fiber of his being he tries. But he doesn’t much think about what he’s trying for. In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska. Years of hard work have culminated in an opportunity to work with an experimental wandmaker to study the intersection of Healing and wand theory. When Draco arrives, he doesn't find the wandmaker, but does find his apprentice, who happens to have ridiculously messy hair, a lightning bolt scar, and a definitely-not-charming smile.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (E, 135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #Draco fights for Harry

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melonteee · 3 months

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Oda is really good at foreshadowing because, while him having always had a clear complete backstory for each character from the get go isn't so sure, he clearly has character sheets for each of them that highlight the themes to be explored through them and what logically leads them to become who they are today (finding family in strangers for robin : why not bio fam? -> neglect. why realization at enies lobby and not jaya? -> betrayal in the past, needed proof of truthfulness. why this found fam and not another one? -> criminal lifestyle and previous experience of constant exploitation)

Then when he sets up a scene between characters, he takes all of those sheets into account and specifically choses what would make sense to be "revealed"/said between those characters (and in turn to the audience) at this specific point in time in the plot and in the overall story

Ex: Robin and Law's talk about the Will of D. It makes complete sense for both of them to have this talk in the story between each other specifically. Why didn't Robin ask any other D before Law ? The D clan aren't that plentiful when you think about it to the point Robin met 3 of them in her entire life. She didn't know how important it was back then so she never asked Saul. She probably asked Luffy but Luff-man doesn't care about those matters to the point he only found out he even had a dad at 17yo ("sorry Robin"). In short, Law is perfect for the job. And while his information fits at that point in the plot for Robin to uncover, we as an audience aren't ready for it yet.

Alternatively, when those character themes sometimes coincide between different characters, he simply ties them together to avoid redundancy

Bonney is a funny case to me because she was created in a week like most of the non-Strawhat supernovas but Oda made sure that her and these new characters wouldn't interfere or create plotholes with what he's already had in mind while leaving enough leeway to tie them more into the plot if needed. Bonney has the biggest leeway of any supernova because of her devil fruit powers. The fact it changes her age and we were only ever given an estimation means you could technically have her be born at nearly any point in time as well as be the daughter, mother or grandmother to anyone you wish.

Yet she fits so well as Kuma's daughter for a very simple reason: It makes the scene of Kuma sending Perona to Mihawk's island gain a layer of sense that was kinda missing and easily glossed over on a first read. Other than giving a demonstration of what Kuma's abilities could do pre-Sabaody and emphasize how much bigger of a threat he was compared to Moria even if they shared the same title, we never really got WHY Perona was spared like the strawhats were at Sabaody. There wasn't some grand vision to it, no tie to something he was part of like the Revolutionaries, ... So why ? Especially at that point in time where he was slowly but surely losing himself and any tie left to his humanity

But then Bonney comes in and their backstory is revealed. And that's when you begin to notice. You notice that Perona is a pink haired adult woman with a rather childish personality. Notice that her devil fruit can easily be underestimated and holds a lot of potential. Notice that Kuma mechanically asked her a really strange question which lacked an important key setup for it. Notice that the spot on Mihawk's island where he sent her to was safe from danger. And you realize

Perona might have reminded Kuma of someone very very close to him to the point his mind couldn't even fathom harming a look alike.

And chronologically at the time of this encounter, he's only seen Bonney as an adult once back at the Sorbet Kingdom where he ended up fainting at the sight alone

In a strange turn of events, things just fit and we're all happy for it

I have nothing to say you're just spot on about everything here. I am so desperate to see Oda's notes on when he makes arcs and characters for how he puts everything together. I can only hope he's kept all of them so, when One Piece ends, he can release a book with all his concept sketches and character/story plots to see exactly how he does it. I need to see how the gears turn u know

#ask #melonask

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Luv is Dro (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

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AN: Jack has always said that his wife is his inspiration for many things in his life, including songs and in first lady verse she is the main girl in the Luv is Dro video 🥰

Synopsis: After spending some quality time together for your anniversary, Jack goes to the studio and comes up with a little surprise for you the day after

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a few of you and inspired by @mortirolo ‘s dream that she had so you can thank her for the filth that is down below lol

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The entire day had gone perfectly and it was definitely your favorite anniversary that you spent with your husband by far. It was no secret how much Jack spoiled you and how if you said you wanted something, nine times out of ten the next day it was in your hands.

However, it went both ways.

You didn’t think Jack knew how spoiled he actually was by you, but you decided to let it slide.

You were thankful to have married someone who took your feelings and opinions into consideration and it was the same way with Jack.

The way you two would protect each other and go to war for one another was no secret.

You were his and he was yours.

And that was never going to change.

You had lit one of your favorite candles that Saweetie had gotten you when she was in New York and it always instantly relaxed you.

You were admiring your new Cartier bracelet that graced your wrist as the moonlight shone through the windows and hit your face at the perfect angle.

You felt a presence behind you as Jack reached down to place several kisses along your neck making you let out a quiet moan as he then bit down and continued to suck on that same spot.

"I think I owe my wife a massage. I know you've been asking for one all week."

"But, I want you."

"You have me, baby. You always have me."

"You know what I mean."

"Let me love up on you. Can I do that first and then I'll give you any and everything you want." Jack whispered in your ear before kissing beneath it.

You already knew your black thong was soaked and it was only a matter of time before Jack would be peeling it off of you.

"You'll get the massage on one condition though."

"And what's that?" You curiously asked as Jack turned you around to face him.

"That you not have on clothes." Jack smirked while looking down at you and all you could do was reach up to kiss him as you made a motion to grab him and massage him through his dress pants.

He immediately hissed at the sensation and threw his head back making you let out a small laugh.

"Well that can be arranged." You replied as you moved your hand from Jack and he reached under the short black dress you were wearing to feel how wet you were for him.

"Damn mamas. Who got you this wet? I haven't even done anything yet."

"You and only you." You quietly answered as Jack slowly backed you up and gently laid you down onto the bed.

Jack held eye contact with you as he slowly took your thong in between his teeth and pulled them down to throw them to the side of the room with them being long forgotten.

"Babe, please."

"Patience, my baby. I'm taking my time with you so don't expect to go to sleep anytime soon. Oh, and I hope you know I meant I would be massaging you with my tongue."

"Then get to it." You reached up to pull your dress over your head leaving you completely bare in front of your husband since you weren't wearing a bra.

"You're so so beautiful. I never get tired of admiring my wife."

All you could do was smile as Jack settled between those thick thighs that he loved so much.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby. You ready?"

"I'm always ready for you."

"You say that now, but you better not run from me."

"No promises." You replied as Jack put his mouth on you and began to work his magic.

Your hands immediately went to play in his curly hair and pull him closer if that was possible.

You then felt him slowly enter one finger while still keeping his mouth on you as your moans grew in terms of how loud they were.

"Baby…."

"You always do that shit. Fix it."

"Daddy."

"Better and don't mess up again. If you do, I won’t let you cum."

Jack then added two more fingers and increased his pace hearing those soft whimpers falling from your lips.

You wrapped your legs around Jack locking him in place and he simply smirked as he was still pleasuring you.

"I'm close."

"I know, don't you think I know my wife's body inside and out?" Jack asked as he took you into his mouth and sweetly sucked on your clit until you came undone.

Wanting to return the favor, you quickly put your hair up into a ponytail and flipped the two of you over so Jack was underneath you.

"Damn, baby girl." Jack said, surprised at your strength.

You had no idea when Jack had lost the rest of his clothes, but you weren't complaining.

You slowly licked the underside of his dick and caught the precum on your tongue before fully taking him into your mouth.

"Oh shit, mamas." Jack blurted out before immediately grabbing hold of your hair and lifting his hips in order for you to take more of him in your mouth.

"That's it, pretty girl. You're taking me so well."

You were going at a slow and even pace taking your time and wanting to give the most pleasure to your husband.

You could tell Jack was getting antsy because he kept trying to push you closer to him to go at a faster pace but you weren't budging.

"Baby, come on."

You took him out of your mouth in order to respond to him.

"Be patient. Isn't that what you told me earlier?"

"Just wait until you finish."

You then took him back into your mouth and increased your pace earning multiple moans from your husband.

Soon you felt warm sticky liquid slide down your throat.

Jack looked at you and noticed that some of it had leaked on the side of your mouth and he cleared his throat in order for you to lick it up instantly making him get hard again.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"I need you to ride me."

"Anything for you."

You straddled your husband before you lined yourself up to your entrance and slowly guided yourself down making a loud moan escape from your lips.

You placed your hands on Jack's stomach and his hands went to your hips to help guide you.

"That's it baby, I want you to ride the shit out this dick."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Jack then reached up to take one of your breasts in his mouth as you moaned and continued to ride him.

Your arms then immediately wrapped around his neck as he then switched to the other one and you increased your pace riding him.

"Fuck, baby."

You then began to move your hips in a circular motion as Jack once again bit down on your neck and moaned in your ear.

Knowing he was close, he tried to push you off of him but you held onto him tighter knowing that he had no other option but to release inside of you.

"Baby! I'm about to…

"I know. Just cum in me."

"But!"

You always had this rule that if Jack didn't put on a condom, he would pull out since neither of you were ready to become parents.

Especially when Jack's career was just taking off.

Jack had already told you that he wanted to be in a good place in his career where he felt secure enough to get you pregnant and know that there wouldn't be a struggle to take care of them.

"Just do it. You feel too entirely fucking good and I'm not about to move off you until you do."

"Shit, mamas. Say less. You want me to put a baby in you?"

"Yes daddy."

"Can't wait to see you pregnant. You're going to look so beautiful."

Without another word, you clenched yourself around him as he massaged your clit and immediately felt him release in you as you also rode out your high.

"Damn, you feel so fucking good."

You couldn't get over how good it felt and looked down to see some of it cascading down his dick.

You reached down to coat your fingers in it before bringing them back up to your mouth taking in how good your husband tasted.

You stayed on top of him for a few more minutes to recover before he flipped the both of over and slid back inside you making you a moaning mess.

"Fuckkk Jack."

"Don't tell me you thought you weren't going to see an appearance from Missionary Jack."

"My absolute favorite."

"Then spread them legs and act like you want it."

You did as you were told which allowed him to go deeper in you and you wrapped your left leg around him.

Jack was placing kisses along your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“Whose pussy is this mamas?”

You didn’t even answer him and he rolled his eyes.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yours.” You forced yourself to say because the sensation was leaving you breathless and you had hugged Jack tighter to your chest.

“Speak up. If that’s mine, then tell me that’s mine.”

“It’s yours.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Then without warning, he pulled himself out leaving you confused.

"Uhh, babe? What the fuck? I was close."

"I know. I want to put my tongue on that pussy. You just taste so good and I can't get enough."

Shit, you weren't about to argue with that.

Jack began lapping at your folds as you were in literal ecstasy from the sensation. You knew you were close and attempted to pull on his curls to bring him in closer when he suddenly pulled away and slid back into you.

"Mmm babyyyyyy!"

"Take that shit mamas."

"I…. I…."

Jack leaned down to kiss you as he moved his fingers to massage your clit, just as he felt you were about to release, he stopped and put his tongue back on you.

Between Jack eating you out and edging you, you were done for.

"Shit, shit, shit. Jackkkkk!"

"Hmm what's wrong baby? You better take this dick like the good girl you are. You want to make daddy happy don't you? Open your mouth."

Jack then proceeded to spit into your mouth as he continued to pound mercilessly into you. He had his left hand around your neck and you were coming undone.

You were close and he knew it and removed himself from you, making you whimper.

"Baby!!"

"Wait a minute." Jack replied as his mouth went back on you. He then came up for air for a second and pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the bed before continuing to eat you out.

"Let me fucking cum!"

"Now is that any way to talk to your husband?"

"Come onnnnnnn baby!"

"Be patient my love."

Jack went back to his task and heard nothing but soft whimpers from you.

"I don't…. Hmm… I can't take ittttt!"

"Yes you can. Be a good girl and I promise to let you cum in the next thirty seconds."

Jack only smirked before adding three fingers into you and watched you come undone underneath him with you squirting all over his face.

"Damn mamas, I made you feel that good?" Jack asked as he went back to licking you and you shuddered every time he did.

"You always do."

Jack smiled as he leaned down to kiss you before sliding back into you.

He was close and wanted for the both of you to get as much pleasure as possible.

"You've been such a good girl for me tonight. I think you deserve what I'm about to give you."

"If it isn't your cum, I don't want it."

"Oh, but it is."

Jack then removed himself from you and released all over your chest.

You never got tired of seeing the face he makes when he's about to cum and when he finally does.

"You know what to do, lick that shit up."

You did as you were told and when you finally finished Jack was placing kisses along your thighs, moved up toward your stomach, your breasts, your neck and finally your lips.

"You okay sweetie?" Jack asked while looking down at you and kissing your forehead. You shook your head yes before Jack slid off the bed and picked you up Bridal style to head into the bathroom.

Jack proceeded to sit you on the sink and you were swinging your legs as Jack placed your shower cap over your hair so you wouldn't get it wet.

He then waited for the shower to warm up before picking you back up and placing both of you in it.

Your legs almost gave out under you but luckily Jack was able to catch you before you fell and simply laughed while you rolled your eyes.

"I'm too tired to fight you, but I will later."

"You not about to have the strength to fight me later either."

You continued to lather yourself up as you reached up to wash Jack's hair for him.

One thing you absolutely loved was playing in his curls.

You made sure not to get shampoo in his eyes and brought him down for a kiss when you were finished.

You attempted to rinse the both of you off before Jack pulled you into another kiss.

"I fucking love you, you know that?" Jack said while looking down at you and you immediately smiled.

"I love you too boo bear. So so so very much."

Jack blushed at hearing one of his favorite nicknames that you call him and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"You are so cute when you blush."

"Cut it out, mamas!"

"But you are! And you are all mine and I'm thankful every single day that you're my husband. Happy anniversary my baby."

Once the two of you got out the shower, Jack proceeded to dry you off and put on your favorite lavender lotion which also helps put you to sleep.

He placed your favorite pink bonnet over your hair before tucking you in under the covers and kissing your forehead.

Within twenty minutes, you were fast asleep.

The next day you were simply writing songs to pass the time when you suddenly got a facetime call from none other than your husband.

“Hi pookie! What’s up? I thought you were in the studio.”

“Hey my baby. I am and uhhhh could you actually come to the studio real quick?” Jack asked while scratching the back of his neck. A sign to you that he was nervous.

“Sure, is everything okay?” You asked while walking towards your closet in an attempt to find something to wear.

“Uh yeah. I just want you to listen to something that I wrote for you.” Jack replied as his face turned a bright shade of red.

“Wait! For me? Is that why you look so nervous?”

“Babyyyyy, come on. Stopppp.”

You laughed as you picked out a black pair of leggings, your pink crop top, and your black and pink New Balance sneakers.

“Never, Jackman. I love seeing you blush. But I’m on my way. Be there in 20, okay?”

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you more boo bear.” You said and sure enough Jack turned red all over again and you laughed before hanging up.

As promised, twenty minutes later you were walking into the studio to see that Jack was in there by himself which clearly confused you.

You went and took your rightful place on Jack’s lap and it looked like he never recovered from your phone call earlier and had a blush on his face.

You quickly kissed him and smiled at him waiting for him to play you the song.

“Uh, baby?”

“Umm, I just hope you like it.”

“Jackman, you made it for me so I know I will. What’s the story behind it?”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Oh lord. Am I not going to like this answer?”

“No, no, you will… I just….”

“Out with it.”

“Last night inspired me and uh I called Bryson and yeah…”

“Shiiiiit, you about to have my panties soaked huh?”

“Baby, don’t say that shit unless you want to rip those leggings off you. And I know good and damn well you haven't recovered from last night.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Play it for me.”

Turn off the lights

Let the moonshine through the blinds, I can see fine (turn off, baby, yeah, ayy)

Light a candle

You know that I'm tryna get behind, press on your spine

Girl, you lookin' damn good

I can't even lie I'm mesmerized

It's in you

To me tonight

It's in your eyes, uh

That's that shit I like, yeah

That's that shit I like, uh

That's that shit I like

Baby, put your hair back

That's that shit I like, yeah

That's that shit I like, uh

That's that shit I like

'Cause I wanna see your face

Let the moon shine through the blinds, I can see fine

And, damn, you fine

Don't be nervous

You know that I'm tryna to get behind, press on your spine

Girl, I got you, I got you (I got you)

I can't even lie I'm mesmerized

It's in your eyes

Let me love you slow (slow, ooh, woah)

I'm not in a rush, girl, I'ma love you slow

Take my time tonight

Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro

I'll give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (is dro)

And I'ma love you slow

Take a hit of me baby, baby, baby

Yeah

Know you had a long day, I can see it in your face

And now you just got off of work

The sun is down, it's gettin' late

And now you say you need a break

Girl, you know exactly what I'm 'bout to say

But I won't say a thing, bae

Know this what you need, bae

Hit an instant replay

Yes, I had to get it twice, breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Now take off them denims

Now take off this linen

I need all that missin'

Baby, when you call, I'm dippin'

Pull up to your, pull up to your, pull up to your spot

I'm gon' get you hot

Listen we gon', start with that massage, workin' down your thighs

Baby, I'ma push up on you, feel the size (show me how you feel)

Show me how you feel inside

If that's mine, then tell me that's mine (tell me, tell me it's mine, yeah)

Somebody must've shown you how to ride 'cause (show you how to ride)

You do it right, you're not too wild with it

I take my time with it, mm-hmm

Baby, you should let me love you slow (yeah)

I'm not in a rush, girl (baby, I'ma love you)

I'ma love you slow

Baby, nice and slow, girl

Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro (it's dro)

I give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (so I'ma take my time, yeah)

And I'ma love you slow

Yeah

Me and Jack and Static

This a motherfuckin' classic

The song had ended and you were simply sitting there staring off into space.

Jack finally peeked over at you to see if you were okay.

“Baby girl?”

“PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE PUTTING THIS ON THE ALBUM AND DOING A VIDEO FOR IT! OHHHH DADDY YOU GOT ME HOT!! I CAN’T FUCKING STAND WHEN YOU DO THIS SHIT!”

Jack then busted out laughing at you and all you could do was laugh right along with him.

“So, you like it?”

“I literally just called you daddy did I not? Or should I say zaddy? Yes, zaddy vibes. I’m so proud of you baby. This album is going to be AMAZING!!”

You adjusted yourself on top of Jack’s lap and immediately felt him get hard.

“Hmm, want me to take care of that for you?” You politely asked while turning around to look at him.

“You have ten minutes until everyone comes back.”

“Well I only need nine.” You replied while smirking and dropping down to your knees.

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diremoone · 1 year

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Good Enough | Leon.

Warning(s): Female Reader, mentions of intentional harm and scarring from a prior Pokémon battle (because realistically, outside of Gyms and League Matches, I don’t see injuries on Trainers not happening), also warning for me bc I’ve never played the game, but the gifs are amazing :D Also might change the title so be on the lookout for that

Note(s): This is mostly a short story for something imma try to be writing somewhere in the near future lmao

Summary: You haven’t battled for so long, but when an old face of a someone who was once a good friend of yours appears to fight, you take up the fight again. And this time your boyfriend gets to see and gush over your battle prowess.

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Leon had never seen you battle. He knew you had an entire team at your disposal, but it never really occurred to him that you’d never had a Pokémon battle.

Until today.

“Come on! One fight! One Pokémon even!”

“I said no, Leon! I have my reasons.”

His pouty face never left. You shook him off your arm the second he latched onto it. He huffed, undefeated by your disinterest and unwillingness to use your former team to fight him. One way or another, he was going to get you to battle him.

“Just because my team goes where I go, doesn’t mean I want them to battle,” you told him.

That part was true. You didn’t want them to battle. But they wanted to battle, regardless of what you wanted. As Leon spoke, begging for a friendly fight between girlfriend and boyfriend, the Ultra Balls on your belt shook in delight at the mention of a battle, save for one.

You felt stuck. Definitely between a rock and a hard place, you thought. You didn’t want to deny Leon and his enthusiasm. In a way, you felt like you were disappointing him. You hated that sad, kicked puppy look he gave when he didn’t get his way with something he wanted.

Like those damn cupcakes last week, you remembered.

But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know anything relating to why you didn’t battle anymore. You only sent out your team when you had to, when he overeager little kids and cocky arrogant jerks decided to battle you — not taking your lack of desire to fight as a green light rather than a red one.

Maybe… Just maybe it would be okay. Maybe you could keep a lid on your emotions and not break into a complete and total panic attack.

“Leon, I—“

“Well, well, look who’s here.”

Both of you turn and your eyes blow wide open.

Out in the Wild Area, there were certain places you’d rarely come across another person. Right where you were, was partly one of them. There were some areas were so secluded, in fact, that people weren’t often found for days. That’s originally how you met Leon, being sent on a task to find him alone. That, however, was a story for another day—

“Hello, [Name]. Lovely to see you again.”

—but the man standing in front of you had a lot to do with why you left the Wild Area’s Rescue Team and decided to never battle again.

Dark hair and familiar ill-intentioned eyes bore down at you. He smirked as you scowled.

“Oscar.” You tamed your breath and bit your tongue, not wanting to let him get under your skin.

“It’s good to see you again,” he comments. “And I imagine you say you could wish the same.”

The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Leon, despite being former Champion and as strong as he was, was beginning to sweat and get nervous. The intensity between you and the male was starting to be too much. Leon shook your shoulder, offering an excuse to leave. He didn’t know this person, nor did he care to.

Unfortunately, this guy knew what Leon was doing.

“As wonderful as it is to meet you, former Champion Leon, my business is with this lady here,” said Oscar, who’s eyes only flickered to Leon for a split second to address him. “If you don’t mind.”

“My lady,” Leon corrected, understanding the veiled threat and intent perfectly. He got to his feet and stood, eyes narrowed at the hostility that was meant for you. “And I do mind.”

As Leon straightened his spine, his height seemed to increase, and you began to realize just how imposing Leon’s figure really was.

His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his black shirt, chest involuntarily puffing out. You could see every outline of Leon’s body, shirt tight and taut against his skin. The amount of adrenaline and anger he was feeling was evident, with you now seeing the veins in his arms and neck. You looked at your boyfriend from toe to head, and it was only when you saw his arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed with fury that you realized that Leon was absolutely pissed. You weren’t entirely sure Oscar was going to make it out of this encounter alive.

But Oscar, ever the idiot, decided to challenge Leon. He reached for the Ultra Ball attached to his hip, and if he hadn’t changed his battling habits — like he hadn’t changed the rest of himself — then Leon needed to move. Now.

You shrieked, “Leon!”

You barely moved in time as a Mamoswine came out of the Pokéball, nearly crushing your boyfriend underneath its feet.

Oscar’s Mamoswine was just as big as you remembered — at least half a Mamoswine bigger than a normal one, totaling 12 feet — him being when you and Oscar were still on the rescue team together.

“He’s huge,” Leon said, exhaling his held breath.

“Massive,” you agreed. “He’s always been like this.”

“The Mamoswine or Oscar?”

“Both.”

You heard your former teammate chuckle darkly. Of course he was finding all of this amusing.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” came the fake apology. “I should’ve watched where I was sending Mamoswine.”

Your eyes narrowed. Letting out a hefty sigh, you grabbed and clicking your belt back into place around your waist.

“You really should leave, Oscar,” you said threateningly, grabbing one particular Pokéball, “before I remind you of the real reason why I was Captain of the Wild Area Rescue Team.”

His own eyes narrowed at the mention of the memory. Oscar had always been unbelievably jealous of you being chosen as the leader instead of him. At the same time, he had an unnecessary fascination with you — an unhealthy obsession — that was driven with a mix of lust, jealousy, and utter hatred.

“I think I’ll pass,” he replied with a snarl to his tone. “Besides, I’d like to know… How’s that left leg of yours doing these days?”

You didn’t need a fancy toss. You merely held the button of the ball upward and a solid click sounded. And out came a massive Steelix, towering terrifyingly over the opposing Mamoswine and his Trainer; the same one that had been your best friend since he was a baby Onix and you an embarrassingly shy four-year-old in your Dad’s arms.

You almost broke your stoic composure and laughed at the sight of Leon’s shock-horrified look at the sight of the Steelix before him, looming high overhead over the three of you.

Oscar and his Mamoswine were unfazed, familiar with your Steelix from the last few years of being team members. The two Pokémon were on good terms, but they would always put their Trainers first and fight one another if necessary.

“Steelix—“

“Mamoswine—“

Leon watched as your Steelix and Oscar’s Mamoswine went to battle. Both of them were clearly battle-trained and, no pun intended, monsters in combat. And as you called out Steelix’s moveset to counter and attack Mamoswine, Leon realized that you were an amazing combatant and strategist. Steelix followed your orders without question, absolute in his confidence in your strategy to win.

The further the battle went on, without either of you changing Pokémon, he knew that if you’d ever entered the Gym Challenge, you would’ve swept him and his team clean and taken the Champion title from him like it was nothing.

“Mamoswine, return!” Oscar shouted. “Go, Lucario!”

“Steelix—“

“Lucario—“

“Mega Evolve!”

He’d only seen Mega Evolution a few times in his life, but being this close to Pokémon that we’re doing it showed him how much energy it contained, almost seemingly even more than Dynamax. The powerful bursts of energy nearly threw him off his feet, particularly from Steelix’s larger amount of power from its natural size.

The battle raged on. Leon was shocked to see how fast Steelix moved when Mega Lucario aimed his attacks at him. Steelix weighed almost a ton; how was he moving that darn fast?!

Twenty minutes later, after several Earthquakes, Lucario was out of the fight. You swept the rest of his team with yours, alternating between Gengar, Obstagoon, Milotic, Hatterene, and Hydreigon for the highest amount of effectiveness to end the fight quicker.

Oscar scowls at his easy loss, but says nothing. You see the change in his eyes from spite to… something else. You’re not entirely sure what you see in his eyes, but it looks tamer than earlier, slightly of a maturity you doubted he would ever have.

“You’re just as strong as ever, [Name]. It’s quite something to be reminded of,” Oscar chuckles, reminiscing fondly. “I was very disappointed when you left the team… but maybe I can understand why. Especially nowadays.” His eyes flicker to Leon, duly noting his earlier protectiveness and the nickname he’d given you. “You have something good… Keep it.”

You’re stunned by Oscar’s words.

He disappears within a few minutes after that, and Leon catches you as you collapse, gently bringing you to the ground.

“You’re amazing,” Leon says in an impressed exhale. “I can’t believe how strong you are.”

“Thanks.” You push the hair back from your eyes. “But I only do it when I have to. I dislike Pokémon battles very much. Oscar is a very large part of the reason why I quit, too. And not just the rescue team.”

Leon is silent for a moment, then says, “I understand. I may not know everything, but that guy brings bad trouble, has a bad aura to him.”

“He wasn’t always that way,” you murmur sadly, “but things changed. He used to be my best friend.”

“Well, I’m sorry he let you down,” he replied.

“Me too.”

He looked at your Pokéballs, then grinned and said, “But I know one thing,” trying to lighten the mood.

“What’s that?”

“You’re freakin’ amazing,” he said with awe, fists clenched with excitement and a fat grin on his face. “You’re an amazing battler! I can’t believe how strong you and your Pokémon are! You make me think you could even take me on and win!”

You feel embarrassment rush over you, from head to toe. You avoid eye contact, and you know now that Leon’s never going to stop bugging you for a battle.

This time, however, you might just oblige him.

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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I was going to make this a drabble (I still might Idk) but Flyboy thoughts that I could not get out of my head (someone entertain me pleaseee) - future Flyboy

Imagine the day your oldest daughter, who is now 17, has her first proper heartbreak.

Your kids have never kept their crushes / relationships secret from you and Jake; because I mean - how could they? Just look at the way you two behave - and how he acts around you even after so many years. Relationships / love / etc - it has all been such a norm in your household as far as your kids could remember.

Your oldest comes home sobbing, before Jake gets home (I imagine this time he would be a Captain / one star Admiral, counting the years and on a quick google search, maybe flying less - but still flying every chance he gets, because he is Jake), and you don’t see her but you follow the sobs up to her room.

You knock and enter when you hear a sniffly “come in”.

“He broke up with me,” she wails, and collapses in your arms as you settle on her bed beside her, cooing softly into her hair and rubbing her back.

It hurts for you to see her like this - but as you well know, heartbreak is a part of growing up.

“What happened?”

“He said he didn’t like me that way anymore. And that he felt different now,” she sobs, and you sigh internally while stroking her hair; you couldn’t be entirely surprised that a 17 year old boy was fickle.

You know Jake is going to be p i s s e d when he gets home, because that is his baby girl.

You hear the doorbell ring and you are slightly puzzled.

“Caleb,” you daughter mumbles between sniffles.

“Should I let him in?” You ask, Caleb was her best friend - both of them had been inseparable since young.

“I’ll go,” she says, and you nod, squeezing her one last time before she crawls out of your arms. She goes down the stairs and you follow a few steps behind, giving you enough distance but a good view of her pulling open the door to a worried face and eyes which said everything you needed to know.

“I’ll kill him,” is what Caleb greets her with and she throws herself into his arms which are already open, her sobbing starting up again. Caleb almost doesn’t notice you, but he does - because he is a good boy, and smiles and manages to say “hi Mrs Seresin” as you descend the rest of the stairs and flit past them, giving them their privacy.

They end up settling into the living room, you can hear their murmurs from your home office which is tucked in a corner at the back of the house. You text Jake, a short summary of the situation.

When Jake gets home he enters from the back of the house to avoid them, making a beeline for your office instead,

“Hi,” he greets you first in the same way he always has after coming home from work, despite the number of years and children now between you both - it doesn’t change - a soft, lingering kiss on the lips, his hand stroking the side of your jaw.

And then he goes into asking as he settles himself on the edge of your desk.

“Fucking assclown, never liked that guy,” he growls, and you cover his balled up fist with your hand. “I’ll kill him.”

It makes you chuckle, “that is exactly what Caleb said,”

“Now that kid, I like,” Jake shrugs. “Why can’t she just date him instead?”

You both decide to go check on them. Jake is about to enter the threshold of the living room, but you pull him to a stop, as you both see your daughter and Caleb sitting on the sofa, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder, drooping lightly - a sure sign that she has fallen asleep from all the crying and exhaustion. You both see Caleb turn his head to look down at her - and that look in his eyes. He wants to kiss her, and you see him think about it for a good ten seconds, before he opts for smoothing a hand across her hair.

You tug Jake away and back into your office where you both exchange a look. The sight, look, emotions - all too familiar - because that was literalllllllly you and Jake.

“Well, she might still end up dating him,” you can’t help but laugh softly.

“Maybe years later?” Jake supplies, as he reaches out to tug you towards him.

“Maybe,” you let him tug you towards him and loop your hands around his neck, fingers fiddling with the back collar of his khakis, “hopefully they won’t spend years missing each other.”

“Hopefully sooner,” Jake would relax into your touch, hands squeezing your sides. “I can confirm waiting for years for the best friend you have been so head over heels in love with is tough.”

“Right back at you Seresin.”

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Bring me a dream

Part 6: Poundcake and Custard

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Pairing: The Corinthian x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, horror elements, body horror, manipulation, angst, oral f! recieving, PinV, dirty talk, corruption kink (Corinthian) , shy inexpereinced reader

A/N: Aaaaand, we're back with another chapter and an updated story outline! I've done it 😎 Hopefully I'll get another update out soon, for now, enjoy the angst and the cute little beans that are sweet dream and Corinthian ✨

(Also I think my taglist might be a little confused between chapters and interludes, so if you want to be on there/should be on there, just let me know 💕)

-🍰-

Corinthian felt like his entire world had been scattered into a gale force wind. As soon as he’d seen the alerts flash on his phone pinging for “no eyes” and “Corinthian”, he’d found himself in a blind panic, flurrying around and praying that you’d just answer your phone before you’d turned up to the club. But of course you just had to ignore his calls.

He’d whipped himself into action immediately, he had fires burning under his feet, he was driving to the club before he could even think to wait for your answer. He knew that you ignoring him could only mean one thing. You’d run into the tortured soul that had had his eyes stolen from him and you were going to blame Corinthian for it. It was the only conclusion he could come to.

His hair whipped in the late night wind and he kept gulping down panicked breaths, taking every short cut he could think of while he thought of you. What would he say? Everyone on social media was already pointing their fingers at the infamous serial killer ‘The Corinthian’ and now you would be too. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t him.

Why would he leave a victim alive? Why would he take their eyes before he killed them? It didn't track and it was obviously the shoddy workmanship of someone else. The real question was who?

Not that he had time for pondering on that.

He eventually found himself hitting barriers, stuck in traffic that was sure to keep stuttering to a halt. He wouldn’t let that slow him down though, instead he turned off at the nearest parking sign and went running from there. Running. He really had lost his mind for you.

He’d sprinted until his lungs burned, but eventually he’d made it. He found you. You were sitting on the sidewalk amongst a group of shaking and trembling souls, sitting in a similar state of distress as the others, stuttering and sinking into your friend like she was driftwood in a roiling ocean. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He had to do something. He had to fix it.

He approached you and Casey slowly, taking timid steps as if he were approaching a wounded puppy, and said your name softly, letting it drift over you both and break the miserable spell you were under.

-🍰-

You heard your name cut through the night like an arrow and whipped your head up. You squinted through your tears only to see an all too familiar face sidling up to you. One you hadn’t expected to see.

The last man you wanted to see at that moment actually.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” he asked, bending down to meet you at your stoop.

You backed away, burnt by his proximity and tugged on Casey’s arm, clutching her to you. Your body was on autopilot and you couldn’t help your reaction anymore. You needed to go back home and sit somewhere quiet where you could forget about the hurt and pain in the world and be amongst your baking equipment, living in your own little dreamland.

“Hey, dude, maybe you should back off,” Casey growled, cinching her arms around you.

“I don’t mean any harm, I just want to make sure she’s ok,” Corinthian murmured, “I tried calling, I saw the videos-”

“How did you know? How did you see the videos?” you snapped, feeling his words bring you back to sentience.

“I just did, they were cropping up everywhere…I just… I made a promise to you and I wanted you to know I’ve been honouring it,” he stammered, losing his words for a surprising change. “I just came to make sure you were safe.”

Casey was looking between you both like you were insane, Corinthian was looking at you like a kicked puppy and you felt like you could do with ten pina coladas and a trip to the Bahamas. Were you going insane? Was this what happened to dreams that spent too long outside the dreaming? No. This was definitely just a you situation, you were sure of that.

The cold kerbside was freezing through your skin and the wave of nausea was slowly passing. There was only so long you could spend sitting there dumbly getting looked at for answers from both of your companions and so you sighed and turned to Casey, knowing that getting away from the club could only be a good thing.

“This is…this is Cory,” you said, trying to rid her of her confusion.

She gawked and looked between you both a couple more times then frowned. You could only assume her brain was working overtime trying to come up with a couple million questions for you both.

“Are you guys like…arguing or something?” She said, trying to figure out the situation.

“Or something,” you repeated, looking pointedly at Corinthian.

“I get that you’re handling a lot right now, so why don’t I drive you both home and-“

“No!” You interrupted quickly, stopping him from possibly hurting you any further.

He still couldn’t come to your home. Especially not after all this.

He clenched his jaw and you watched as his adams apple bobbed, his face transforming for a second before he nodded. He knew you’d be keeping your boundaries up in full force after this. That much you were sure of.

“Why don’t I take you both back to my place and we can get away from all this,” he said softly.

You looked at him harshly, baring down with every shred of anger and disappointment that you had. It looked like it was working too, his pouty face was the picture of unhappiness. Like you’d shot him with your eyes.

However you knew you couldn’t sit there forever and the last thing you wanted was to leave without knowing for sure if Corinthian had gone bad on his promise or if it truly was someone else.

Could it be someone else?

Could the man you loved do something so horrible? He’d done similar atrocities before, why not now? Though, you had to admit it didn’t track. It didn’t fit the rest of his crimes. Why would he suddenly deviate from his usual techniques just to freak you out? Would there be any pleasure from killing the wrong way according to his methods?

What the hell had you gotten yourself into.

“Well if you’re not gonna take him up on it, I am,” Casey said, eventually breaking the silence. “I don’t care what weird shit is going on, I want to get outta here.”

-🍰-

“It wasn’t me!”

You sighed, staring through to the living room where Casey was helping herself to Corinthian’s decanters while you both argued quietly in his room. At least she had something to take some of the trauma away. Lucky thing.

“How can I trust that?” You asked, running the bridge of your nose and silently closing the door over. “Why would someone bastardise your method like that? Why at the club that we met?”

“Trust me when I say I’d love to find out just as much as you, sugar,” he growled. “That’s my name they’re shouting around the peanut gallery.”

You bit your lip and watched him carefully, following him with your eyes while he paced. He was restless. You’d never seen him like this. It was strange. Like watching a reliable old sweater come undone, he wasn’t the kind of man that panicked.

Though, after thinking on it more, you realised he wasn’t panicking. No, he was angry. His carefully curated image being tarnished had his hands balled into fists, he was seething. Though, part of you was sure that there was more reason than that. You knew he was getting himself even more worked up every time he met your scrutinising glare.

“Corinthian, answer me honestly. How did you know about the videos so quickly? I know that what happened tonight isn’t…it’s not- not the way you- uh do things. I just don’t understand how you knew,” you stammered, giving him a pleading look.

He stopped his pacing for a moment and walked over to you. His presence felt like an oncoming train. You took a step back and he froze in his place, looking just as guilty as if he’d hit a deer.

“Please, don’t do that,” he begged quietly. “Surely I mean more to you than that.”

You stood in place for a second, staring him down. You felt like you could hardly breathe, like you’d been sucked into a vacuum. He meant everything to you. That was the exact reason you were so scared of him now.

He might not be able to kill you, but he could hurt you more than anyone else could. And somehow, as you came to realise that, it was more terrifying than the possibility of anything else.

“Please just answer the question.”

He sighed and rested his hands in his pockets, visibly crumbling in defeat.

“I have alerts set up to notify me when my name’s mentioned in the news… I forgot about it, because I hadn’t had anything until tonight,” he said, pointedly looking at you. “ I saw the alerts and I called you straight away. I knew if someone was imitating me, it might mean that they were- they could be coming after you to get to me…”

“You think they’ve been stalking you?” you ask nervously.

“I don’t know what to think,” he answered honestly. “I’ve never…I’ve never worried for anyone else like this before.”

You inhaled, drawing in a sharp breath at his revelation. If Corinthian was scared, then you should be running terrified. This was the man that inspired fear and kept so many living in terror of his name, and now he was worried that something or someone might get to you while he’s not around.

You shuddered to think of the kind of creature that Corinthian would be afraid of.

“Corinthian,” you breathed, feeling yourself drawn to him again.

He flicked his head up to meet your gaze, and suddenly it was like all the anxieties you’d had about him had melted away again. This was your Corinthian. You trusted him and most importantly, you depended on him, all because he had changed for you.

“Corinthian I’m so sorry,” you said, voice breaking as you came to terms with everything you’d accused him of. “I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“Sugar, we don’t have to do that,” he murmured, drawing close to you and taking ahold of your hands.

“I have to, I need to apologise,” you frowned.

“No, you don’t,” he sighed. “Just please believe me when I tell you I’ve changed. When I tell you that I’m done with all that, I mean it and I won’t go back on my word. I hate it when you doubt me…”

His tone alone was enough to send you crumbling and you were holding onto him like he was your anchor. Corinthian may have the shadiest past of anyone you’d encountered, but the man he was now was so much more than the nightmare you’d originally crossed paths with. And you hated seeing him so broken at the thought of your ire.

No more.

You clasped your arms around him tightly and clenched your jaw in resolve, realising that you both needed to be a united front now. No more trying to keep things straight with each other while ignoring the glaring black hole that was threatning to destroy everything around you. You had to take down this imitator before anyone else got hurt.

“I promise I’ll believe you,” you finally said, “I won’t doubt you again. We have to be strong now and we need to figure out who's done this and why.”

Corinthian brought his hand to the back of your head and stroked over your hair, being sure to kiss your forehead afterwards. For a moment it felt like things were as they usually were. It felt like you’d both just been a part of a crazy nightmare, a part of someone else's making and when you were both going to emerge from Corinthian’s room Casey would be safely tucked away at home and you’d both have something lovely that you’d made earlier to snack on before you crept back to the bedroom again.

Though, after amusing yourself with the thought, it really did make you wonder. A nightmare of someone else's making… It sounded like the perfect explanation. Afterall, who else would think to come after you, but another being from the dreaming.

“Corinthian, do you know other nightmares?”

He drew back from you and frowned, tilting his head ever so slightly. He only needed a moment to think, but clearly he soon reached the same conclusion as you. The way his eyebrows drew ever closer together confirmed it.

“You think someone else from the dreaming is doing all this.”

It wasn’t a question.

“It makes sense right? Why would some random human decide to botch your method and then let the victim loose in the nightclub that we met in. It doesn’t have any meaning publicly, you never killed there before. It has to be someone that knows us, or someone that has some kind of grudge and I just think that’s more likely to be someone from your side than mine,” you explained, letting your eyes roam the room as you thought on it.

“Someone from my side?” Corinthian prompted, tilting his head further.

“You know what I mean, a dream wouldn’t do this. Morpheus’ absence might’ve twisted things a bit, but dreams don’t rip people apart like that. Dream’s create vision, they don’t take it away. It had to be a nightmare.”

“Because nightmares are all so twisted?” Corinthian snorted.

You watched as his jaw clenched and felt your heart leaping, realising that you could probably put things more delicately after the conversation you’d just had a la trusting him. Though, you couldn’t completely drop it. You knew you were right, this was the work of a nightmare. You just had to figure out who and why.

“It’s not that I think poorly of all nightmares, Corinthian. I just think that without a lord of dreams to guide them, nightmares can do more harm in the human world than any mislead dream. Nightmares are put out into the world to show humanity the worst and make them confront their fears, well what are they to do when it's not about that anymore? They do exactly what you did and you get lost in the role of humanity’s broken mirror and they stab and they cut because that’s all they know, that’s all you were taught by Morpheus, but instead of it being a harmless vision, its real lives,” you say, slowly tugging one of Corinthian’s hands out of his pocket and warming it with yours. “I don’t think you’re bad, In fact I know that you have so much capacity for good. I just know that without someone to be held accountable by, nightmares can easily slip and human lives become an exercise in how dark the world can be.”

Corinthian’s hand tightened in yours and he let his thumb rub over your hand in slow circles. The featherlight strokes were enough to let you know you got your point across loud and clear. Nightmares were to be feared for a reason, especially when left unchecked. Afterall, wasn’t it your influence that had stopped him from killing? What if this other nightmare didn’t have anything like that?

“You’re probably right…And the only way we can stop them is by finding them ourselves.”

You breathed in a choked gasp and finally it hit you that it really was only you two that could get to the bottom of the mystery. Which meant that you were going to have to confront a murderous nightmare head on and somehow find a way to subdue them. No big deal right?

Well your body didn’t agree. You felt a tremor work through you and found yourself sitting on the bed so that you didn’t have to stand on shaky feet. Really who did you think that you were? The nightmare reformation centre?

“Woah, sugar. Hey now, it’s ok. Just sit and breathe for a minute, sweets,” Corinthian said, rushing to your side and rubbing your back. “That’s it. In and out. In and out. In and out.”

After a minute of sitting and feeling like you were boiling alive, you finally brought yourself back to reality. Well, Corinthian did. You found yourself breathing on his shoulder like an old mare getting worked to death, but at the very least, he wasn’t angry with you for accusing nightmares of being the death of humanity.

“This is way bigger than anything I've ever dealt with before,” you sigh, feeling the material of Corinthian’s jumper rub harshly against your flushed cheek. “I’m a baker for the gods’ sake, I make cakes and give people cute visions. I’m not Sherlock Holmes, I’m a treat pedlar!”

“Now, now, sugar. You can’t lose it right now with an eye thief on the loose,” Corinthian chuckled, bumping into your side. “You know you’re more than just a baker, you alleviate people’s stress and pain and you give them something to smile about. Hell, you make me feel like somethin special on days I feel like I want to fade away. You make me feel like I can contribute something to the world, even if that contributions just makin’ you happy, sugar.”

“Don’t say that! I can’t possibly be capable of all that!” you gasp, hiding your face in your hands.

“It’s true! You don’t just bake cakes and create dreams about cute little cookie clouds and marshmallow rivers for the fun of it. You cheer people up and you give them something nice to think about in their lives that are full of complicated problems and crazy goals. People need somethin’ sweet to get them through the day and you provide that for them, in the dreaming and in real life,” he grins, kissing your cheek. “And now you just gotta help me find a rogue nightmare and convince them to stop carving out people’s eyes, easy fuckin’ peasy.”

You sigh and take your hands from your face, slowly coming to terms with what he was saying. You weren’t some low grade cookie trader, you were Artopta the baker. You were sent out into the dreaming to inspire happiness and put sweetness out into the world that was so full of bitter people. You could provide desserts and you could talk a nightmare down to stop coming after innocent humans. You were one of Morpheus’ oldest creations and you wouldn’t be beaten by someone that wanted to fill the world with fear and dread.

“Your speech was nice till you made our goal sound like a pipe dream,” you deadpanned, shoving Corinthian’s shoulder.

“Well, what can I say? I at least had the decency to kill people before I took their eyes,” Corinthian reminded you. “Whoever we’re dealing with is a sadistic asshole and we can’t approach them lightly. There’s no telling what they’re capable of.”

You nodded your head gravely, knowing your companion was right. Whoever was doing this was more dangerous than even Corinthian’s worst self, and the danger they could pose was nothing to laugh at. You had to go into this knowing that people could get hurt and it was your desire to protect them and keep Corinthian’s name in the clear that would get you through this.

You sighed and cleared your head, giving yourself a moment to process everything.

“So what now?” you asked finally, breaking your heavy silence with a breeze block of a question.

“Well, how does one normally encounter a nightmare?” Corinthian asked, tilting his head toward you.

“Oh gods…You mean- you’re talking about going to the hospital and jumping into this poor guy’s dreams aren’t you?”

Your body flooded with the realisation of what Corinthian was proposing and for a second you could’ve sworn the silence of the room had turned to live static. You were going to root around in this butchered boy's mind and hope to hit up a dangerous nightmare. There was no telling what you’d find once you were in there, be it the nightmare or other dark things that would haunt you both.

“We just have to stick together no matter what,” Corinthian said casually, as if you were planning a trip to the local hedge maze. “Nothing can hurt us as long as we overpower them.”

“And if we get separated while we’re in there?”

“Then we leave the dream as soon as we realise we’re alone.”

“Oh gods…this is happening isn’t it?”

“Well, unless you want to relocate and hope for the best?” Corinthian asks, a wry smile breaking out onto his face.

“It’s sounding tempting,” you sigh, staring up at the ceiling and hoping Morpehus might descend down from the heavens and sort the whole mess out for you. “Though, I would hate for you to keep getting notifications of someone else's crimes.”

“That’s the spirit,” Corinthian grins, ushering you up from your depressed slump.

You come to a stand in front of him and as tempting as it is to flop back onto the bed like a useless pancake, you know what you have to do. You have to go be the responsible dream you are and fix this mess. Even if it meant marching all the way to the hospital on shaky knees with a heart that felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest, you would be successful.

You take a second to wrap your arms around Corinthian and after breathing in his woodsy scent and bolstering yourself with his strong frame you start directing yourself to the door. With your brains and Corinthian’s brawn anything was possible, you thought to yourself. You were stronger than some malicious little imp with an eye fetish, you were an unstoppable team with a righteous mission.

And you would not be deterred.

You opened the bedroom door and came face to face with Casey who stared up at you both like a newborn calf. Her eyes were hazy like a heat wave had hit them and her smile was crooked and wobbly. She was drunk.

Perhaps you and Corinthian had made a mistake leaving her with the decanters while she was recovering from an emotionally traumatic event. You swore to yourself and grabbed the glass bottle out of her hands just as she was about to let it roll out of her fist and onto the floor and watched as she slumped unceremoniously in her seat.

“Casey?” you prodded, watching as she closed her eyes and settled on her side on the couch.

“Just gimme a minute- just- ugh just gotta rest my eyes m’kay?”

So you wouldn’t be stopped… but maybe you’d be slowed.

-🍰-

Eventually, after giving Casey a blanket and forcing her to drink a pint of water, you left Corinthian’s place with a mumbled excuse and a promise of being back later and found yourselves at the hospital.

It was easy enough for you to both pass through the halls in the darkness. No one questioned your presence as you weaved through the halls with purpose and stuck to the shadows. Well, you’d been stopped once, but Corinthian smoothly explained away that you were consultants, very busy consultants, and you had to get to your next patient immediately. And that was that. You’d gotten away with it, despite feeling like your body was a walking gong and it was obvious you weren’t supposed to be there you’d made it.

You soon found yourself in the lonely room of Gareth Heart - as his name indicated on his chart at the end of the bed. There was a sad forgotten bowl of pound cake and custard abandoned on his bedside table that had long grown a skin, and there was a flickering light in the en-suite that seemed to permanently alternate its strobing.

It only made Gareth’s prone form look more ominous as his body was lit up at various intervals, the bandages illuminated in the poor light. The empty eye sockets were covered now, but you were still haunted by what you’d seen only hours before at the club. You could still hear his screams bouncing around in your ears and smattering onto the bare white walls around you.

The chilling room didn’t serve your shaking nerves. Though, it had probably seemed like a beacon of hope to his family that had previously flooded into the room. The chairs had been dragged around and were still to be moved back, and it indicated to you that they would be coming back as soon as they were able. You and Corinthian only had so long before your presence would become known.

“We need to get out of here as soon as possible,” you murmured, eyes glazing over the soggy bowl of cake. “There’ll be people in to check on him soon.”

“Agreed…you ready for this, sugar?” Corinthian asked softly, shades reflecting the bouncing light back to you.

You shrug, knowing that you’d never be ready to confront whatever was possibly lurking in this guy's head. Whatever was capable of blinding someone forever and setting them loose on a club full of people. You shivered at the thought and clutched tight to Corinthian, grabbing his hand with all of your paltry strength that you could collect in the moment.

Even if you weren’t sure about your plan, he was. And that’s all that mattered. He’d keep you safe, you knew it.

“Let’s do this,” you breathed, setting your hand on Gareth’s dewey forehead. “I’ll see you in there.”

-🍰-

You moved into Gareth’s dream as you normally would, you fell back into the inky darkness for a minute, and swam in its velvety depths before you found yourself emerging into a scene. It was the nightclub.

You could see the people moving around you like a thick swarm, partying like nothing was wrong, but you you felt clogged full of dread. The strobing red lights didn’t serve to give you any comfort, they just offset your heartbeat and made you antsy as you looked around, searching the room for anything of note.

“I prefer this place when you’re at the wheel.”

You jumped as Corinthian’s voice carried through the thick bassy music of the club and took a second to recover before grabbing onto his hand again, clutching his arm like you were a character out of scooby-doo. He might’ve been the one to give you the scare, but at least he’d save you from any others that were sure to be lurking around the cavernous house of horrors.

“Somehow I don’t think this is going to go like one of my visions,” you mumble, burrowing deeper into Corinthian’s side.

“Well it might not be all bad at least, look over there.”

You follow Corinthian’s free arm as he extends it out toward the crowd and soon enough your eyes settle on Gareth - who doesn’t appear to be reliving his torture much to your delight. He’s talking to a pretty girl and has a relaxed smile on his face. He looks laid back as he leans up against a pillar and talks away to her like its any other night at the club.

“Huh…I kinda thought being here would mean he was having a nightmare. This almost seems like a dream?”

“Me too. Kinda makes me wonder what we should look for,” Corinthian muses, looking around the room as he says it.

“I’m sure it’ll reveal itself to us…whatever it is,” you say, unconvincing to even yourself as you follow Corinthian’s gaze.

After a solid minute of staring out into the crowd with no results, you shrug and give your partner’s arm a small tug, urging him to move forward with you and get a closer look. It was no use standing in the corner and hoping whatever oddity was there would reveal itself to you, you had to explore. You had to seek out more.

“What’s that over there?” Corinthian finally asks, breaking your concentration.

“Over where? Oh- huh.”

You squint in the direction that Corinthain points to and tilt your head watching as a shadowy figure stalks around amongst the crowd, parting them like he was a shark amongst a school of fish. He didn’t have to say anything or move in any particular way, he just sliced right through them.

You couldn’t make out a face, only his tall figure as he stalked through the people. He was lanky, much taller than Corinthain even and he shuffled around lithely like a snake. You were both fascinated by the figure, completely drawn in by him as he drew closer to you both.

Then, just as you were about to ask what you should do, just as you might’ve caught a glimpse of his face as it closed into view, the scene changed. You weren’t in the club anymore. You were in a hospital room - much like the one you’d just been in. Though, there was no figure laying in the bed. The room was empty.

“What happened?” you frowned, staring around the room like the walls might close in.

“He must’ve sensed something was off and his mind’s tried to shut whoever that was out,” Corinthian muttered, “We need to get back to that club. We gotta get a closer look at that guy.”

“I don’t blame him, I was getting the chills just looking at that guy,” you said through gritted teeth. “Question is - where is Gareth?”

Corinthian froze and looked around, noting the empty bed just as you did and then turning to the door over to your left. It was open, indicating you’d be able to leave the room and go in search of Gareth. You had to convince him to get back to the club, even if it meant trying to speak to him. Stressing him out would be worth it, as long as you could get back there and catch a glimpse of that shadowy figure.

You both walked toward the door, continuing to grasp onto each other’s arms. Nothing could separate you both, not when you were holding onto Corinthian like you wanted to snap him.

So, when you both walked through the doorway, you both fell into the dark together, drowned in shadow. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You both looked over to each other as you fell into the unknown and grasped the other tighter. Neither of you knew what was going on, neither of you could escape the manipulation. You were both succumbing to the unknown.

Being back in the total darkness meant that you weren’t in Gareth’s head anymore, and you weren’t being released back into the world by his bedside either. You were stuck in limbo waiting to be taken into the dream of someone else entirely, and there was nothing you could both do as you fell back and landed in a new room, one that was all too familiar…

-💕-

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kingdomoftyto · 17 days

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Ah, POE has entered its Murderstuck phase. (Seriously though I'd be interested in seeing your classpects for the detectives after you finish the game)

AT LAST I have beaten the game and can answer this ask!!

Short answer:

Long answer:

[Reminder that in addition to the canon info on aspects from the Extended Zodiac, I also like to take into consideration the excellent old theories {aspects} from bladekindeyewear, a lot of which seem to have made their way onto the MSPA wiki {classes}!]

I'm going to try desperately not to overthink this too badly by psychoanalyzing the characters and their growth over the course of the narrative, because for past attempts at this sort of thing I've had people tell me my choices are way off base lol. As a result some of these will be a little more straightforward than my usual fare.

And, it JUST SO HAPPENS that when I go with my gut instincts like this, the full cast (minus Senior) lines up pretty perfectly with the full set of 12 aspects! That's too beautiful to ignore, so I'm sticking with it. >:)

Anyway, let's get into it:

Incompetent/Ideal Detectives: Heir of Mind

This one's kind of a no-brainer. The Denouement is without question a Mind power, anticipating possible outcomes before they happen. Not to mention Mind's general association with rationality and logic--necessary traits for any detective worth their salt. Mind is also all about your choices and how they change you, echoing the themes of growth and optimism for things to get better, even in the face of despair. It feels right to me if Wato and Saika to share a classpect, particularly the Heir class considering each of them literally inherited the Ideal title from the other. Heir is also thought to be a passive class, which suits their shared tendency to guide the other detectives to finding the solutions rather than solving every little mystery by themselves.

Doleful Detective: Rogue of Doom

Oh boy. In a brighter world, Doleful could have EASILY been the Light-bound of the group. His entire shtick is being supernaturally lucky--even to the point of tragedy. He would have been the group's Vriska, except with troubles that were no fault of his own. HOWEVER, clearly, the reality of who Doleful actually is paints us a very different picture. What we get instead is someone whose entire existence circles around the ideas of sacrifice and suffering. It becomes an obsession for him, both as a detective (as seen in his primary contribution to the group being putting himself in harm's way) and as the Duke (as seen in... his entire outlook on society). As a Rogue, his purpose is to "steal" the suffering of the masses, in his own twisted, pessimistic way, and because this is a passive class, he does it in the most indirect way possible.

Renegade Detective: Bard of Rage

This fucker is Gamzee Makara. I mean just look at him. He has the hair and everything.

...No but seriously, I'm not even joking with this. Go read the Extended Zodiac's description for Rage and tell me that's not Renegade in a nutshell. "Contempt for falsehoods, including the stability those false ideas can impart." "Would rather tear down a system and live in anarchy if they think the system is built on faulty premises." "Difficult to convince otherwise once attached to an idea." He's SO single-minded in his beliefs that he dies with a grin on his face just because his death follows his twisted worldview (which, wouldn't you know it, is another thing he shares with a certain purpleblooded troll). He also incites literal chaos and anger among the other detectives, particularly Workaholic, pulling them into similar delusions of there only being a single, violent way forward.

Armor Detective: Knight of Space

This man is pure physicality. He's simple, in every sense of the word. Just a huge, solid wall, an impenetrable barrier to all threats. He has a single solution to every problem, and that's to position himself in between danger and the people he wants to protect. And of course he's a Knight: his greatest asset--nay, his very essence--is the material suit of armor he's equipped with at all times.

Rowdy Detective: Maid of Breath

What is Breath but the embodiment of movement? As the athlete of the group, Rowdy definitely does plenty of that. But Breath also implies direction, bringing to mind her hanafuda cards, which she consults not to seek external guidance but to reinforce her own decision. Once she's pointed herself at a target, there's no stopping her. (Plus also, y'know. There's literal breath, and she has a pretty good sense of smell lmaO.) Maids, at least in the theories I follow, are an active class, and Rowdy is a prime example, manifesting her own forward momentum and allowing no room for doubt.

Downtown Detective: Thief of Heart

Heart is the aspect of identity and, relatedly, of facades--something Downtown knows all about. Outwardly, she presents a cheery, playfully snarky personality, but this is only one of many layers of masks. Her mastery of these countless faces are what makes her so skilled at manipulating other people. She sees effortlessly into what makes people tick, steers the conversation to revealing the info she wants, and then, like any good Thief, snatches up the resulting spoils. Heart also, however, refers to the unchanging core of what makes a person who they are, and to me this is highlighted by the way Downtown holds so tightly to the memory of her friend Miyuki, no matter how far she sinks into the Duke's web of lies and death.

Bookworm Detective: Mage of Light

I said I wasn't going to get too into character growth in these analyses but HEAR ME OUT. The obvious aspect for Bookworm would be Void, right? Her manner of speech literally obfuscates her emotions behind the detached wording of a third-person narration. Plus she's goth as hell. But much like with Rose Lalonde before her, I argue that this is because she starts out with her aspect "inverted", and that her self-actualization comes in the form of her embracing her true nature: Light. Light can mean fortune, as I mentioned in Doleful's entry, but it is also knowledge and clarity. Bookworm's greatest weapon is her encyclopedic recall, and this is put to best use only when she begins to open up to and cooperate with the other detectives. The sense of triumph Wato (and I) experienced every time she felt confident enough to speak in first person should be more than enough to prove that the Void clinging to her psyche is only holding her back from her full potential.

Posh Detective: Seer of Hope

The aspect of Hope can best be summed up as "fake it 'til you make it", and if that doesn't encapsulate Posh as a person, then I don't know what does. Even with her family fallen on hard times, she relies on a carefully constructed facade of wealth and influence to convince others of her abilities. Though this performance isn't always the most convincing to the other detectives, her stubborn refusal to abandon it is no accident on her part. She has convinced herself that her aspirations of rank and prestige (both within the Detective Alliance and in society at large) will manifest if only she can inextricably associate herself with the role. As a Seer, her job is to passively guide others with insight related to her aspect--which brings to mind her naively confident guesses that fail to be correct on their own but can and do divert the discussion indirectly toward the solution.

Mystic Detective: Sylph of Blood

With a name like Van Helsing, he had to be Blood, right? It just feels right with his occult proclivities. But even on a metaphorical level, Blood first and foremost represents the bonds between people, an appropriate theme for the group's resident father figure. Mystic is known for solving his cases with exceptional compassion and patience, emphasizing how the primary source of his success is his ability to connect with those who had otherwise been abandoned. These helpless clients, along with his more direct ties like his adoption of Bookworm and his gentle mentorship of Wato, bring to mind how Sylphs are specifically known to be a "healing" class.

Workaholic Detective: Prince of Time

Time can be a difficult aspect to explain. Like Space, it tends toward the literal, though even in that sense I feel Workaholic is the best fit for it, what with his fixation on past wrongs and his relentless, sleepless march toward his target like a clockwork automaton. In a more figurative sense, Time can be associated with inevitability or even entropy, which evoke Workaholic's single-minded pursuit of justice despite knowing his own destruction was likely to occur alongside Renegade's. Princes are famously referred to as the "destroyer" class, and he certainly fits the bill, both erasing time with the sense of urgency created by his betrayal and also directly cutting short the "time" of those he killed.

Gourmet Detective: Witch of Void

The Void aspect represents both literal nothingness (like the hunger that plagues Gourmet even years after the tragedy that nearly starved her) and also secrets (like the undercover role she played for the FBI). Even Gourmet's facial expressions tend to be vacuous, revealing nothing of her true thoughts or motivations unless she reaches a breaking point. Witches are a vaguely defined class but are thought to be an active one, perhaps breaking the rules of their aspect to their advantage. If so, this could be connected to Gourmet's superhuman gastonomy and sense of smell--imagine an all-consuming black hole, where our very understanding of physics starts to break down--but either way she definitely wields both her hunger and her secrets with deliberate precision.

Techie Detective: Page of Life

Techie's is the classpect I am least certain/happy about, but to be perfectly honest I don't think ANY of the aspects are a clean fit for him. That said, of the ones that do feel related, Life seems like a decent choice for a few reasons--not the least of which is his well-established habit of anthropomorphizing inanimate gadgets and robots. One could say he "imbues them with life". I would argue that, like Bookworm, Techie is still early in his growth, and this is reflected in my assigning him as a Page. Pages are known for being the slowest to bloom but with some of the greatest potential of all the classes, which rings familiar when one considers the sections of his profile that describe him "stagnating" in the rankings and apprenticing under a capricious dandy. With proper support and guidance, Techie would certainly be on track to do great things with his future. While Renegade accuses him of relying on others too much, Techie's willingness to sacrifice his chair to save the others--even when that would mean giving up his own independence--serves as proof to me that he's well on his way to embodying the quintessential Life-bound trait of putting others' needs before his own.

...And, uh, that's everybody! Unfortunately these assignments mean the party's session was doomed the moment Workaholic fried himself. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ No frogs for you, detectives!

#Process of Elimination #Tyto plays PoE #Process of Elimination spoilers #ask #Anonymous #this post a couple days later than expected because I initially tried putting it in a bulleted list and tumblr ate half of what I wrote :^)#even on a second pass though I think this might be one of my favorite posts I've ever made on here lmao

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