#even as i try to remind myself i wouldn't let someone else talk about their work the way i sometimes think about mine

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 1. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

With a loud sigh, I open the door slowly hoping nobody would notice me. There were some voices in the living room and upstairs, but they seemed too busy to hear me entering.

Slipping off my shoes I held my stomach trying to ease the pain when I bent forwards. The beating from the previous night was still hurting as bad as when I received them. It also didn't help that I was pushed into the lockers about ten times today.

With slow steps, I began to make my way to the stairs. If I am lucky I can avoid everyone today and get a good night's sleep. My foot had just stepped on the first step of the stairs when I someone clear they were through. I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

"Mi-na. Where do you think you're going?" The sharp raspy voice spoke from behind me.

I turn around gripping tightly on the strap of my backpack that was hanging on my right shoulder.

"I was going to bed," I answered hoping she would be tired and just let it go.

While Taking a drag of her cigarette, her eyes scan me up and down before she blows out the smoke to speak. "Where have you been? It's eight a clock at night."

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I had a chance to speak she was already talking.

"Are you doing something behind my back again? I hope I won't get child services again at my door. I don't need to remind you what happened when they were gone." I swallow thickly grabbing my left arm while rubbing on the scars that were left to remind me.

"N....n..no. I....I was just."

"Just what huh? Speak up or you are spending your night in the shed."

The shed is a cold dark and nasty place. It's where you get sent if you so-called misbehave. You never know when you're allowed to get out or if even a day when by. It's just you in the darkness.

"I had to go to the pharmacy," I mumble looking down at my feet.

A scoff could be heard throughout the room before her shrill voice spoke again.

"Pharmacy? For what huh? Last time I checked you weren't sick."

I look up trying to steady my breath.

"M..my wou-"

"Stop mumbling! You know I hate when someone mumbles!" She yelled stepping closer to me.

"My wounds. They were getting infected. If I didn't threaten them it would get worse and had to go to the hospital. I thought it would be better to threaten them now before people would see it." I explain hoping she would just let me off by yelling at me.

For a few seconds, she looked at me before a stinging hit my cheek making my head turn to the side.

"Don't explain yourself as if you did something good! You wouldn't have those wounds in the first place if you hadn't disobeyed me!"

With heavy breaths, I look at her while holding my burning cheek.

"What money did you use to buy that shit." She asked calmly, too calmly.

"The money I got from my job," I mutter out.

Before I could brace myself she grabbed my hair pulling me closer to her.

"You stole from me?! You know that that money belongs to me!" Her face was so closed that I was getting dizzy from the smell of cigarettes coming from her mouth.

"I'm s..so....ry!" I cry out holding my hair where she was pulling on.

"Sorry? Sorry?! What the fuck does your 'sorry' do me?! Huh?" With every word her grip tightened on my hair, making tears appear in my eyes.

"I give you a place to live and this is how you repay me! Stealing and lying!"

With big force, she pulled me to the ground landing hard on my already bruised knees.

"It's like you're asking to get punished!"

Without any warning, she slammed her foot on my left hand. A loud cry escaped my mouth, but I quickly shut it hoping nobody else would hear it. I don't want the others to come down and help her.

"I....I'm sorry I'll pay it ba.." My voice was interrupted when she twisted her shoe on my hand while putting more pressure on it.

"Without a doubt! I don't care how you do it, I just want my fucking money!" With one last twist, she steps off my hand.

I cradle it against my chest feeling how it was throbbing from the pain. I swear I could feel something broken in it when I ran my finger over it.

"Get out of my eyes before I put you in the shed!" I nodded my head quickly standing up.

I watch as she walks back to the living room making sure she is completely gone before going upstairs. With the back of my other hand, I wipe the tears that had escaped my eyes.

Every day is the same.

Even if I do everything she wants she still finds a way to punish me.

With a deep sigh, I enter my room closing the door behind me. At least I didn't see the other kids. They love to watch or even help with her. Even in school, I can't escape. They just continue what they started at home there.

Walking to my bed I turn on the bedside lamp making it less dark in my room. It wasn't big and there wasn't much in it, but at least I was alone. I put my bag to the side before taking off my hoodie and shirt underneath it. I had just pulled my jeans down when I heard a crack in the floor behind me.

Quickly I turned around and came face to face with Drew. There was a cocky smirk on his face while looking me up and down. Quickly I grabbed my hoodie and threw it over my head hoping it would cover most of my body.

"Don't stop because of me. There is nothing I haven't seen before." I bite the inside of my cheek shaking my head at him.

"What are doing in my room, Drew? It has already been a long day and I really want to go to bed."

A part of me knew why he was here. While the other part hoped he was just here to annoy me. But seeing that it was late at night only one thing came to my mind. I have told myself that I won't let him do this to me anymore. That I would fight harder until he was annoyed and just left me alone.

A chuckle left his lips before taking a step toward me. As I said it was a small room, and it didn't take him much to reach me.

"Just wanted to say hey. Besides I heard that you were in trouble again with Ms. Ward. You just can't help yourself, don't you, love?" He reaches out moving a strain of hair out of my face.

The moment his fingertips grazed my cheek I could feel a chill run up my spine.

"Don't touch me," I mutter out moving my face from his hands.

"Just get out of my room. Haven't you done enough today?" I breathe out tiredly.

With both his hands he grabbed my face pulling me completely against his body.

"What the?! I said le.." Before I could finish he had crashed his lips on mine.

I had to process for a second what was happening before I began to struggle to get away from him. I felt him bite my lip, but I firmly held my two lips together denying entrance. With one strong shove, I push him away from me taking a deep breath immediately afterward.

"What's wrong with you!?" I cough out wiping my lips.

"Can't you go to one of your side chicks? Why do you want me?!" I whispered trying not to let the others know what was happening here.

A laugh came out of his mouth before he moved back in front of me. I took a few steps back but was quickly met with the bed behind me. Almost falling backward on it.

"Nobody is like you, love. You're just so different than the others."

I shook my head.

"Just go," I whisper hoping he would listen to me.

The same annoying chuckle left his mouth before he gave me a shove. Quickly I fell backward on my bed hitting my head hard on the wall.

For a second I think had passed out, but was quickly back to the present, well half the present.

My sight was hazy and blurry like they had put a filter over my eyes. When I tried to move my head the room seemed to spin around me, making me close my eyes tightly trying not to get dizzy. Without noticing I fell back in the dark, but not before I felt a presence beside me.

I felt someone grabbing my legs and putting them on the bed slowly I opened my eyes and saw someone sitting on the bed beside me slowly rubbing my bare leg. Goosebumps ran through my body making me want to pull away, but it was like my body wasn't listening. There was a voice, but it was muffled like I was in the water.

I think I passed out again because the next time I woke up I could feel coldness over my whole body. Slowly I looked down and saw that my hoodie was gone. I wanted to panic and run away, but everything was still blurry around me. A dark figure hovered above me before a hand touched my cheek and some words came out of its mouth that I couldn't understand.

When I woke up again I could feel something sitting between my legs. Still, with blurry vision, I looked down and saw what I thought was Drew. I watched as he moved his hands from my leg to my stomach stopping just underneath my bra. I shook my head and I could hear myself say a weak 'no', but that didn't stop him one bit.

I felt him put his two hands beside my face before leaning down and whispering.

"Don't worry love, I'll let you enjoy it too." before kissing my earlobe up until my cheek before crashing his lips on me. I tried to move away, squirming away from his touch and trying to push him away, but he didn't budge with my weak attempt.

Suddenly I felt myself sinking deeper into my mattress, before being fully in it and the touch of Drew faded away. The material of the mattress disappeared underneath my back and before I knew it I began to fall. My body felt like I was a doll that was tossed to the side of the room when a child was done playing with it.

Nothing worked not even my own voice.

I was ready to hit the ground and welcome the darkness of death, but when my back finally met the ground I only felt pain shoot through my body.

For a few seconds, I just lay there thinking I would probably pass out, but then I began to notice something.

It was so silent.

All the noise from the people in the house, Drew, or even the noises from outside my room was completely gone. I felt my fingers twitch from beside me slowly feeling the ground around me. I only felt cold concrete. Finally, I could open my eyes and was met with a dark room.

Is this the afterlife?

Am I in hell for all the shitty things I had done in life? The cold on my body was completely gone which made me look down. Somehow my clothes were back on. Maybe I am really dead.

"Don't worry you're still alive. For now." A voice spoke from somewhere in the dark and followed with a dark snickering.

I quickly sat up noticing that my wounds and pain were gone.

"You know you can still accept me. It's never too late to be the thing always wanted to be." The voice was so familiar to me, but I could place a face with it.

I began to turn around trying to see where the person was, but there was nothing. When a laugh came from behind I turned around ready to run towards it when the ground underneath my feet crumbled away. With a yelp, I managed to grab onto the side of the hole.

I pulled my head above the edge leaning on my arms underneath my chin. Being hopeful that I could pull myself up a cry left my lips when something grabbed my leg pulling me down. Soon others follow making me almost lose my grip.

While struggling to get free of the hands I heard a laugh in front of me. Looking up I could see a person coming from out of the shadows. My eyes widened when I saw that they looked exactly like me. The only things that were different and stood out were the black eyes and the sinister smile.

"You know, I can help you if you want to."

My nails were digging into the ground trying to get a grip on something to hold me up, but I kept slipping away. Everything inside of me was screaming not to trust her. She squad down in front of me looking down at me with those abysses of eyes and a smile.

"Don't you want to be strong?" She mockingly said with a chuckle at the end.

By now I was holding on to the edge with just my fingers.

"Come take my hand. I'll help you." A part of me wanted to let go so that I would be away from her, but the other part wanted to reach out.

It was the part that was tired of fighting to survive.

I have been fighting my whole life, maybe this is a gift for everything that has happened.

With a shaky hand, I began to reach out toward the other me, but before I could brush my fingertips against hers a hand reached my shoulders yanking forcefully so that I let go of the edge.

For the second time, I was falling, but now everything was dark around me. I yelled loudly while the hands were still holding me, their grip getting harder and harder. One reached my throat and I could feel it begin to squeeze cutting off the air that was going into my body.

A loud banging began to sound around me getting louder and louder while the light from the hole got smaller and smaller.

Next chapter

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The first chapter is out! I haven’t figured out what the update schedule will be. It won’t be every day that’s something I’m sure about. I hope you like it. See you in the next chapter!

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Obsessed Song

Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader

warning : obsession, religion, kissing, implied naive reader, implied murder

Summary : The sound of love can quickly become a symphony of passion, especially in the case of the divinely appointed Judge Claude Frollo, who will have this lovely flower in his clutches no matter what has to be done.

Info : So I'm back with another Frollo story and it took so long to write again for him. So for myself and you all here it is a new ,,sweet" story for our fav Judge ;)

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A sound so fine and bright reached his ears again, he heard the sound coming from her room. At the judge's request, he always made her play, her bewitching sound wafted through his house and even the guards outside, he knew with disgust, listened to her play.

But her beauty would be his. She would be his. Once he had her in his clutches he could lay his hands on her and place the golden ring on her fingers. All that was needed was the help of the Archdeacon, his word spoken, this angel would be his.

The slow plucking of the harp let him know that she was waiting for him, dutifully following his command. Glancing out of the window, the city lay bathed in the golden sun of the afternoon. The inhabitants full of sin, sin he did not have, unlike them, he was true.

His word was law since he had this place since he had taken in this freak, he was the judge. The judge who was invited to tea one day in the courtyard of the Archdeckan, the two of them talking about the new affairs of the city. He took a sip from the expensive porcelain cup and almost choked on the warm drink.

An eye-candy of a delicate woman came out of the house to the inn, carrying a silver tray with cookies and pastries. ,,Tell me, sweet lady, did you make these delicious treats?" He had asked then, rising from his seat and bowing to her curtsy, kissing the back of her hand and giving her a gentle smile. The fire, the knowledge of betterment, had burned in him.

He had feasted on her heated cheeks, the uncertain, slightly shy smile, the hands hastily hidden behind her back, a lady who became full of shame in the face of her lord. Her immaculateness, her innocence in that moment when he had seen her in the courtyard he knew he wanted her no he had to have her there was no other way.

It was easier to convince the Archdeacon that this beautiful flower of the city could play for the King of France with his connections that went high into the monarch's palace, he could make it happen. ,,But until then, I would teach her personally," he had told his old acquaintance before leading the pretty girl from her room to the carriage.

Sitting opposite her in the carriage, he had seen her nervous look, so full of innocence that he knew she knew nothing but the 'safe' part of the city. ,,You're nervous don't worry my dear I'll have you home safely" he assured her and with a knock on the wood of the carriage it started to move.

The horses whinnied as the crack of the whip sounded, reminding him for a moment of torture in the cellars. The cellar in which he had left his own corpses and wilted flowers. But no, he wouldn't hurt her, at least not until she tried to give her flowers to someone else.

His rings on his fingers he knew the feeling of placing them around the warm soft neck of a woman. It was an ecstasy he felt every time he was God at that moment. He would do it again if he had to, and his he would take her sweet sounds her sweetness if she threatened to leave him. But this time something told him that this would not happen. He would not allow it.

One thing that made his darling sway as the carriage turned a sharp corner and her failure to hold on caused her to move forward. Her hand rested against his leg while he held her other hand against her, a closeness she was not used to, as he quickly realized.

She seemed to burn in his fire, the sweet scent of rosewater familiar and yet addictive. ,,I'm sorry-I'm sorry my lord," she mumbled, trying to disengage as she took in his presence and realized what she was doing here.

Frollo, on the other hand, had held her for a moment, slowly letting his hand wander over hers, supposedly searching for an injury before he slowly released her. ,,The main thing is that you haven't hurt yourselves, my darling," he assured her and saw with a suppressed grin that she was only now taking her hand from him, too, savoring his closeness to the last moment.

He was convinced of it. But he himself had felt her rapid heartbeat, her hand on him, she wanted it, she wanted him, she wanted to plunge into a sin that he had brought forth. For a flower tainted by sin and impurity would only become pure again under the finest holy light.

Turning his gaze away from the window and back to the present, he took the wine with him that he wanted to fetch from the wooden cupboard in the kitchen.

The fine metal of the goblets rang in the room as he turned away and walked back to her in the music room with the things in his hands. ,,I'm back my dear, a little nourishment for an exhausted body," he said softly and placed the objects on one of the finely crafted wooden tables before the music died out seconds later and he saw her put down her harp and come back to him in the corner of his eye.

,,Thank you my lord father was right I can't thank you enough…your kindness and graciousness not every lady of Paris can say she was taught by someone like you" came her praise her modesty made her hastily reach for her goblet for fear of making a promise and saying something else.

But he enjoyed her talk, he enjoyed everything about her and knew she would continue, he had already accompanied her on the harpsichord, helping her to keep the melody. He saw exactly how the wine slightly discolored her lips if the sweetish red had not been dark enough like blood, like that on the lips of the whores on the streets.

No she was different it was like playing with fire and he was going to burn it all down if it meant she stayed with him. He became her only source of life. ,,Continue your playing dear, I will guide your posture," he commanded and took the goblet from her hand before she picked up the harp again and let her fingers wander over the sides.

The notes rang out again from the room and traveled through the house, but Frollo was full of admiration. ,,Very good…like god's angels in the holy realm…but still the weight of sin," he praised before noticing how she held her arm too high, ruining her form and disturbing the image of beauty.

Moving closer to her, his fine, cool fingers tipped with rhinestones placed themselves on her arm, directing her into the perfect position as he almost pressed himself against her, smelling her sweet scent from her hair and body.

The angle allowed him to look at her chest because of his height, a sight of her undressed body in his mind that he would get either way once he became her one and only once the ring was on her finger. But he pulled himself together to unleash his will on her now, the fire of hell would burn her now. Like everything, it still needed a little time.

He released his fingers from her corrected arm and placed his hand on her playing hand, holding her tightly while his other hand went to her hip. The movement was so light as a breeze that an outsider would not really notice it. But he noticed it, he knew that she felt him touching her, enjoying her, letting the symphony play through the room, losing himself in the mix and never wanting to stop.

Having her so close to him was irresistible. Irresistible but not infinite when he realized that the guards were announcing the carriage at the door and had to snatch his pretty note, his body, his song away from him again.

But with the fading of her harp playing, he reluctantly detached himself from her, ,,You have improved a lot, lovely girl," he praised her as she wrapped up her harp and curtseyed to him, thanking him for his praise and patience before taking her hand again.

He left a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before he released her from her cage and let her go to the carriage to the outside world. But he was sure that the next time they met, the golden ring on her finger would form a key that would lock her sound in his house. Then he would have her for himself forever.

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@ria-coolgirl , @lola-max-sugar , @judgefrollo24 , @mommmysstuff , @fantadym , @missmannequin , @imjadensstuff , @wiiderlich

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[hadakzu]

Hawks x reader comfort (for parentification)

I don't know how to summarize this, I'm just exposing myself here lmaooo.

Giving a big warm hug to anyone who has had to deal with anything like this!❤️🫂❤️🫂 You're amazing and I hope you're doing okay!💖💕

Otherwise gn, but the reader is called a mom/ second mother of the family.

Content warnings:

parentification, looking after younger siblings, neglect and emotional abuse, mention of being beaten (keigos past), bit of suicidal talk, fighting between parents (mostly just verbal, but ig could be read as more), mommy daddy issues, slightly hinting of substance use (but it's not focused on), small talk of moving a lot, fear of others safety (?), feeling of being alone, Keigo's parents saying he'd better off.

(Please let me know if I missed anything, I try to add if I notice more)

"It's just... not fair. I was a child too.. so why did it feel like I was the only reasonable adult in there.."

You had your arms wrapped to his sides, using his chest as a pillow as you vented about your day. Having your mother visit brought back various of emotions and thoughts. Still feeling fresh like a unhealed cut. Trying to heal from it was still hard. Accepting the truth making you just feel like an ungrateful brat, because it wasn't really that bad, even though it definitely felt like it.. What right did you have to feel this hurt? It could've been far worse..

Thank god you had Hawks here by your side. His hand on the back of your head, feeling your hair, softly playing with it as he listened to your chain of thoughts. Letting you talk, while reassuring you weren't being unreasonable to feel like this at all. Listening you speak and explain it all, made him also feel upset and sad for you and your younger self past. Absent with the carefree joy you should have had. He could relate to that feeling, even if he couldn't totally understand your path. Growing up too fast was something he could totally understand, it wasn't easy or fun. It quite honestly sucked.

"It's like they act like It's normal, to have been called a mom by my younger sibling.. Like it's fun or normal how they joke about it so lightly, saying I have always just been the more responsible and caring one... the second mother of the family... Saying it came naturally, when really I had no choice but to become like one. Everytime I visit or see them, there's not a single time she wouldn't call me that, like it's supposed to be a compliment. When really it just reminds me of the pain.. reminding I'm supposed to hide myself and be more independent "

He could hear the underlying anger in your voice, even though you talked about it remotely calm, it was clear you felt hurt by it all. Feeling like you had been left to carry all the burden of your family, trying to keep it together so it wouldn't fall. Afraid of what would happen if you weren't strong enough. Fighting alone for so long, while trying to ensure your siblings would feel more loved, to make sure they had someone with free of judge. Experience unconditional love from your part.

Hawks didn't have any siblings of his own, it had always been just him alone, so it felt a bit foreign for him, hearing about a family as large as yours. It was new, house full of kids in many ages. But he was curious of what it was like, trying to imagine how it would feel to have a younger sibling.. or an older one too. Trying to understand how different life would look like from your point of view. Hearing you describe growing up with younger siblings in dysfunctional family, how it had been both a curse and a blessing at the same time, the coin always has two sides afterall.

At least you didn't have to deal with the bullshit completely alone, even though it had been mostly you caring for them all. Surrounded by many, it was chaos as it own, not to mention everything else that came along..

Remembering the time before it all started, or before you had understood something was wrong.. When you were somewhat free of that load.. But had life really been easier before stepping into that boat? Trying to keep it afloat while surrounded by waves of a storm.

Not being taken seriously when you had felt hurt, having someone laugh while tears fell down your shirt, people getting angry when you were trying your best. Crying under the covers, hiding from the world, wishing you had never ever been, you weren't meant to live in here. Praying for god, could you to be taken away from this place. Not because it'd be easier for you, but because you didn't want to be a burden, a disappointment.. Feeling as they would have been better off, if you weren't there to just make mistakes a lot... You were just a kid, how could you have known any better, if they never taught you how? Just expected to figure it out in your own little head, struggling with the quilt of even being here.

Seeing your younger siblings grow up, you didn't want them to go down the same path, they deserved more than that. So you stepped up, not trusting your parents wouldn't also mess them up.

Who would have thought being useful for your parents, especially to your mother, would make it easier to deal with that quilt. Suddenly being praised for being so mature of your age, always helping around, it felt good to be needed, to be noticed, praised. Maybe you had finally earned their love, being seen as human with a voice and real thoughts, one of the wise ones. You weren't being a trouble anymore, hiding your struggles, hiding your pain. You just wished you wouldn't feel anymore hurt by pushing those away. You were now the therapist, the peacemaker of the family. It couldn't be the other way around, surely helping them out was your job.

He rubbed your back, thinking how much burden you must have had, how hard it must have felt. How hurt you must have been, so that pushing your needs away felt easier than bringing them to the surface for someone else to see, for someone to hear. Unable to deal with the feeling of not being taken seriously.

He too, had learned to mirror his value on what he could offer for others. Being called names, the words of being better off not only in his head, when he was being just a kid, born in a family not understanding or capable of meeting his needs. It had been tough, carefully tip toying around avoiding for getting beaten up, by the man supposed to be his dad.. Trying to see life beyond those doors, Keigo could barely play around. Having to sit quietly, lucky if he got to watch the heroes on the screen.

After he and his mother ended up on the streets, his wings were only thing noticed about him. What he could do, what they could be used. Kid trying to take care for them both, trying to stay strong. Do the best he could from what he knew, having to put on these adult shoes.

Being taken in by the commision, it was all about creating Hawks, forgetting Keigo to be completely gone. It was always all about saving others, the burden of being good enough for others, being worthy of living this life, doing it for someone else, proving his worth for himself.

He could understand his own way, also being parentified kid himself. Not neccesarily your exact experience itself, your pasts were very different in many ways, but the feelings from it were close ones, something he had felt. Even if you two had come to feel it from different ends. Both of you had had to figure out lot of things by yourselves, do things not appropriate for your age. Trying to learn how to take time for your own mental health, to not break down under all the stress.

It was hard, to be constantly on the run, always aware of things, ready to instantly swoop in. It was exhausting, losing yourself for others, being the one keeping them on the surface. While your own boat was slowly sinking down. Feeling the tension in your chest tightening from all the pressure of being under the cold sea. Trying to catch a breathe, while being pushed further down by the waves merciless.

Do this, do that, help with this and that.

"You are right, it's not fair. No kid should have to go through that, to feel that kind of burden in their back. You deserved to be a child too."

His voice sounded sad, thinking of younger you.. and thinking bit of Keigo too. He hadn't had the chance to fully take a seat and process what a roller coaster of a life he had had. He knew it wasn't exactly right what he had had to go through, but always tried to focus on the good. Although guilt was something that was whispering in the back of his head... Leaving his mother.. feeling he failed.. Even when he had been young, even when he really didn't have a choice. He still felt like he failed to save her, leaving only family he had left.. He wished he could have done more, part of him missed her, yearning to know her.

He was the son, but he still felt somewhat quilty for the kind of life she had had, thinking if he could have done more than that.

His mind wandering little to his childhood as you told your story, you made him think a lot more of his own origin... or more like he started to feel more for his younger self too. He had thought about it a lot, but he felt somehow distant from his own past.. from that small Keigo he had once been.

Listening your story, thinking how fucked up it was for a child to deal with these things. It finally clicking in his head how bad it had actually been, how badly it could affect persons mental health. How it still affected him.

He saw your past still haunting your mind too.

"I- I just feel bad... for feeling this hurt knowing it wasn't easy for her either.. She needed someone to help around, she couldn't have done it alone.. it shouldn't be her that I'm even mad at. ..even if she wasn't always the best either.."

He kissed the top of your head, caressing your back while listening your words. Taking in what you needed to say, letting out the frustration you had felt. Noticing from your words, how you were carrying somewhat similar quilt for himself, about something out of your control, something that wasn't your fault. Feeling defensive for her behalf, even at times you shouldn't have had. He had to say something about that, making sure you wouldn't blame it all on yourself, validating your feelings of being hurt.

"You have every right to feel this hurt, don't blame it on yourself. Her actions are her own responsibility, not yours. No matter how hard it is, parents shouldn't neglect their childs emotional needs. It's not the child's job to be the one relied on either, it should always be the parents job. ..and even if you can understand why it happened.. it doesn't make it any more right."

You knew he was right, you really did, but it still felt like you were betraying her by admitting to something like that... sure you had known how your younger siblings had been neglected in ways, not been understood and blamed for being just kids.. Growing up in unstable home, of course they would act out. But to say that about yourself.. made you just feel uncomfortable, thinking you got the easy part in all that, still feeling little defensive for her behalf.

"..yeah, I know.."

You agreed for sure, but still sounding little hesitant of your words. You couldn't shake the feeling of sympahty for her, she wasn't perfect, neither were you.. you could have also done more.. Even though you felt angry for her about many things too, it wasn't as simple.

"It's not her that I'm really even that mad at though... o-or well about some things yes... but it wouldn't have been that bad if he would have taken some of that load of her back..! You know... do the things parent is supposed to do. It should be obvious, not something a child should have to point out... "

He could hear the frustration in your voice grow, this was clearly something you felt resentment about. One of the few topics that actually got you heated up, even to the point of feeling actual anger, and he understood completely. You had told him bits about it here and there, like when you had felt frustrated to visit your family again, only to have your father to ditch you his chores like you usual. How almost your whole childhood you had had to fill in his role, having a father not participating much, avoiding his tasks as a dad, leaving it to you and your mother to handle.

Why should have he had to worry about a thing? You were better at watching after them anyways, he was already tired enough, having fun out there. What a burden to have to sleep after that all day. It just wasn't fair.

"I was nine, when I started to look after my little brother... Trying to sooth him down when he cried.. Sometimes waking up at nights for that, wanting my mom to sleep more for a change too. I was the one mostly taking care of him when my mother wasn't around.. I don't understand how he could just ignore a baby's crying? Too 'busy' of doing something else, never actually helping out, but still having time to complain about insignificant things, being a petty child himself."

You could remember the countless days arguing with your father about basic things, laughing out of frustration with how absurd it had felt. Having to parent a grown ass man, defending your mother with the last of energy you had.

Trying to bring some kind of sense into this chaos, not letting the bullshit of your parents just slip out. Why should a kid have to understand how to behave, if the adults in this house never learned to do it either? Why should the kids be held more accountable about small things, if the parents couldn't admit their mistakes or apologizes themselves either.

Watching your siblings grow while new ones were born. Feeling the anxiety in your chest grow, you loved your siblings a lot, but sometimes it felt more of a burden than not.

"It... hurt. Watching it just get worse over the years, protecting them from all the mean words.. Having to lecture my own parents how to behave, how to care, what not to say to a little kid. The amount of times I would have to step up, be the more grown up.."

You sounded somewhat hesitant to talk about it, realizing just how absurd it sounded when saying it out loud. You were so used to it being the norm, forgetting just how messed up it had been at times.

"I knew it wasn't right.. I mean the way they raised us most of the time.. I read many articles of it to make sure I wasn't just imagining it myself, being overly dramatic like they had said. Trying to learn how to parent my siblings myself instead.. While trying to teach my parents to be more consider of their emotional state."

He felt sad for you and your younger siblings too, hearing you tell stories of moments where you guys weren't treated right.

Having been child who had had to listen all sorts of things coming from his parents mouth, it hurt to imagine others having to experience something similar in that regard. Knowing words would be something that would last, but glad at least someone had their back. Even though it was unfair, you shouldn't have had to be the first one they would turn. Still he couldn't help but admire your strenght, how you would go beyond your way to ensure your siblings felt more cared and safe. Go between fights, listen to their thoughts, taking into consiridation that they were still young and small. Knowing they couldn't understand everything, but explaining them about things more calm. Not yelling at them if they didn't know any better, but definitely having a long talk with the one that did.

Even though he admired that about you a lot, it still pained him to know you even had to think or worry about things like that. You shouldn't have had to carry that heavy of a bag with you, it was never meant for you, yet it was forced on you. He made a mental note to you make sure you wouldn't have to go through something like that again, to hold your struggles inside, to carry the world on your back. alone. When he and his wings were right here, ready to lift some of that heaviness off your chest.

"There um.. was time my parents were fighting a lot.. there uh- was lot going on in general.. My dad did some questionable things.. I knew way too many things about their relationship, involved in stuff I shouldn't have had... Back then I also often had to watch after my siblings whole days and sometimes even at nights.. making sure they ate, trying to comfort them when they were feeling unsure and scared.. They were such a anxious kids, like we all were living in unstable home like that. Having to move around a lot, never knowing when another big fight would unfold.. I always read them a good night stories when I could, trying to make the time between just as kids more fun. Hugging them at night when being asked when would they be back... Not knowing the answer for that, while wondering the same in my head. Reassuring them it would be okay, patiently singing to them until they would fall asleep.. Then later crying myself too.. They just deserved so much more, I wish I could have given more.."

That sounded exhausting and sad, having to take care of them that long while having no idea when your parents would be back. Having to be the rock they could lean on, trying to be stable for them when your parents couldn't. What also spoke volume of your parents effect on you guys, was when you told him despite it being hard, it was much more peacfull when they weren't around. Seeing how your siblings were also smiling more, not having to be yelled at crying too long. It just broke your heart, thinking why it couldn't be like that even when they were there too. How hard could it be to be a decent for your own young kids.

Your heart wasn't only one to break, when he heard you speak how hard it had been for them, but never totally focusing on how you had felt. Like it was automatic reaction you did, to shift the spotline of your pain on someone who had gone through 'worse.'

It didn't go unnoticed by him.

You also told him how you checked up on your mom, feeling uneasy of not knowing what was happening between them. You were too used to being on top of everything, listening to every word, trying to create clear picture of things. You know.. just in case it started to sound like you should have to hop in between, often hoping he would honestly just leave.. Feeling he brought more hurt than good, seeing his face and just wanting to scream at it loud.

Hawks knew how tiring it could be, to try to analyze every little thing, to make sure you didn't miss anything. To be hyper aware of everything, because well.. it was his job sure, but also something he had learned from a very young, living in a shithole of a home.

Thinking himself how you being responsible of so many, must have felt the world would be ending if you couldn't keep doing what was expected of you. Being under pressure at all times, having your mind run miles. How old had you been again..? Nine when the parentification had slowly started... not that it had been too great before that either, and going on pretty much until you had eventually had to move out?

Who had been taking care of you?

Ask you, how you were too?

On top of that you had to also deal with school, trying live life outside home too. It was hard, worried you'd be needed when you werent around.. Anxiety of being unaware, hoping your siblings knew they were still cared. Actually having to skip school over that fear too, fearing of leaving them there alone. Also staying home when offering to help your parents with something that again, shouldn't have been your job.. but why would they refuse, you were being helpful.

Still often feeling like you should have done more, done better job at protecting them from all the internal war. Was there something you had missed..? Thinking if you could have done something more early on... what if this was somehow your fault..?

"..did you, have anyone to look after you? To.. check up on how you were feeling.. how you were holding up in the middle of all that? Supporting you through the storms too?"

He was quite sure he already knew the answer for that, the way he had seen you act, he wished it didn't have to be like that. Having this idea in your head, that you were supposed to handle it all by yourself, having had hard time to lean on him first too, open up when you had felt doomed. From the sounds of your words and knowing more of your past, it sounded like you had been alone carrying everyone else, while suffering in silence all by yourself. It pained him to hear, but your silence to his question only confirmed it. You didn't want to say it out loud. Admit of feeling so alone and lost, having to navigate through everything without help. While still trying to comfort and convince yourself with the thought, that it wasn't really that bad, that it could have been far worse.

"Well I'm here now. I'm sorry you had to go through all that, it never should have been your responsibility to take care of them.. You were just kid trying to survive and keep peace in the house, that takes a lot.. It's a lot for anyone but especially a child. You did incredible considering what tools you got. It wasn't your fault or up to you to fix that, but I know for sure your siblings are grateful for you just having been there, you're so sweet and thoughtful. I see the love and care whenever you talk about them, and I know they can feel it as well. I kinda wish I had someone like you when I grew up, just having someone to lean on can do a lot."

His words and sweet gestures honestly meant a lot, the words about your siblings hitting pretty hard, assuring you that you had done more than enough. That all your work wasn't unseen, it had made bigger impact that you'd let yourself believe.

He held you in his arms, covering your form under his soft feathers, feeling more protective of you after all he had heard, keeping you safe in his embrace. Knowing this wasn't even half of the story, just a scratch on the surface you had shown. Trusting him enough to share part of your path, wanting him to see all your different sides, even if it was uncomfortable at first.

"I hope now I can be someone you can lean on too, you shouldn't have to go through everything alone.. You deserve to be taken care of too, you don't have to suffer alone anymore. It's okay to admit being hurt. You don't always have to act strong, even though I know you're are, but you don't have to be that all of the time. I'm here now. I got your back like I know you got mine, no more of that one sided caring, alright? It should always go both ways with the people you're close. I want to be someone close to you, and with your thoughts and feelings too. Those deserve to be heard also."

Moment of silence as you let those words sink in, his embrace tightening to feel you more close, to emphasize his words. Letting you know it was okay to express your feelings too, he would never just dismiss them like some others had. Showing you, you weren't left alone. Not when he was around.

"And he, honestly sounds like an ass.. he should have done more than that, he was a parent too, an adult. I don't know everything he has done, but I can still say it was unfair and unjustified the things he did and the things he didn't do. I'm sorry he put you through that. You deserved better than that."

When he called him an ass, it was so sudden you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. It came out of nowhere, but it honestly felt good to have someone say that too, oddly satisfying of seeing someone call him out on his crap too, not just brushing it off. Showing how he was pissed off for your behalf, maybe it was okay for you to feel like that as well.. To still be angry for things, that before this, had gone unheard for years.

Caressing your face as he looked at you fondly, with mix of sadness and admiration in his eyes. He felt honored to feel this close to you, to be let on something this huge. Thats how it definetely felt at least, and you were tired of pretending like it didn't. It had been hard and it still hurt a lot.

You got the feeling he understood some aspects of it himself, knowing how you felt. Propably being parentified kid himself.. thats how you felt at least, you could sense it in him, like you were wearing his sensitive wings instead.

You were right of course, keeping you close while thinking your past. Maybe someday he would open about his too, knowing you would care and not judge him, hoping you had some of that unconditional love left for him too.. for Keigo. He sure as hell had that for you, it only growing every day spend with you.

He would be here for you.

"Thank you Hawks. That honestly means a lot.. I'm.. glad you are here."

A smile appeared on his face. Gently bringing a finger under your chin, slowly raising your head so your eyes met his, cherising your beautifull face. Making sure you felt seen. He could still sense the lingering uncertainity on your face, after bringing all this to the surface, from the cold sea.

He leaned in to a soft kiss, making sure you felt nothing but warm and cared. Simmering down those huge waves, feeling more calm and safe. You didn't have to sail through the storms alone, now he would help you navigate through them with you, like the boat was his own.

Afterall you two were sailing in it together from now on.

"I'm glad I'm here too"

(I don't know if this turned out exactly the way I wanted but it's okayy🙏 I'll probably write another one with this topic but bit differently at some point)

#hawks x reader #I don't know what this is but if someone asks this is not me~ #hawks x reader comfort #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #parentification #parentified child #keigo takami x reader comfort #hawks #keigo tamaki #mha hawks comfort #parentified #aaaaa this is just me processing stuff but I'm okay and this is just some worst stuff added together it's much better now lmao

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Grief is a strange thing.

Someone really important to me died yesterday, and for me, mourning for him inevitably becomes mourning all the people I've ever lost, the pain just compounding until each loss feels magnified beyond comprehension.

Mourning him becomes mourning the actual loss, but also all the missed chances to connect, the plans we half made, the distance between now and the last time we spoke, and all the years that it's been since I got to hug him.

Mourning becomes guilt.

Of the three men I've ever thought about the potential of a future with, he was the second. We spent the majority of my mid to late teen years talking for hours several nights a week. We didn't officially date, but we were emotionally committed to each other, and for those years, there was no one else for either of us.

Eventually, the into-early-morning conversations were less frequent, and he met someone wonderful, and then I did, and we settled into the same easy friendship we’d always had, but relied on each other less and less, until we really only spoke a few times a year. And I never stopped loving him in all the time since, and I know he loved me, too, and it was the kind of love that sinks into you when you make space for someone, and let that space stay long enough that it carves into you but doesn't take anything away from you.

And so I'm hurting for that little piece of me that will always be shaped like hours long talks and years spent thinking maybe and him and the kind of friendship that starts and doesn't stop just because it changes, or because you take up less time in each other's lives.

And I'm hurting for his wife, who made him so happy, and his family who he loved even when it wasn't easy, and I'm hurting for him, who is gone and whose absence makes the world a little less beautiful.

And I'm morning a little for the friend I lost late last year, and my friend who was older than me but also my little brother who's yarzheit passed two months ago, and my grandfather, who's yarzheit just passed, and my father, who never really leaves my thoughts, and it's all happening at once, so I'm hurting for all the time between now and the last time I got to hug any of them, and all the plans we half made, and all the moments we missed out on connecting, and it's all so much to feel at once and still move through the world. And grief becomes guilt, and I'm so accustomed to feeling guilty that it all gets wrapped up around me in a way that's hard to distinguish from my base state of being, so it all lasts for so long.

Grief is a strange thing, and I'm writing this all out (fully crying in a waiting room) intending to ask for a little grace while I find my equilibrium, and for you to all be a little kinder to yourselves and to the people you love, and I'm realizing that these are things I can do, too. I can give myself grace while I figure out all these big feelings, and I can make sure that I tell the people I love that I love them, and I can try to have less missed chances to hug them.

These people who have left spaces in me didn't leave them empty, they're still there, and I know that they wouldn't want me to drown in this. I can do it for them, until I can do it for me. I can untangle all the overlapping hurts, I just need to give myself time and space to feel it first.

I'm sorry for the long ramble, I think I needed to put this somewhere as a reminder of sorts.

If you read this far, please take this hug I've got on hand.

#grief #mourning #self compassion

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Fifteen}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

My words were caught in my throat, I cower under his cold gaze. His sinister smile grew at my reaction, he was clearly enjoying this. "I'll ask again." He starts, voice growing more distorted and filled with silence. "What do you think you're doing?" I swallow the lump in my throat before finally answering. "I...I was just, going to my room..."

Alastor chuckles. "You're room? Well, I don't think my office is your room, dear. Though, I could be wrong. Why don't you take a closer look?" He takes a step closer, I take a step back.

He grew closer until my back pressed against the door of his office. I shiver as the cold door makes contact with my skin. My heart skipped a beat when I heard those same whispers in my ears.

What was that? Was someone in there?

My eyes drifted towards the door, Alastor smirked. "Curious, are you?" I quickly drew my attention back to him. "Go on then..." He moved his hand on top of the doorknob. "Take a peak." He turned it, and I felt my body fall back as the door opened inward.

I shut my eyes tightly, and yet I never collided with the ground. Instead, I felt Alastor's hand on my back, keeping me from falling. I open my eyes, Alastor snapped his fingers and the lights inside turned on.

Before I could question him, Alastor let me go as he walked in further. He snapped his fingers again and the door fell shut.

I quickly caught myself before I could fall. I stood up straight and took a look around around. There was no one inside of the room, except for me and Alastor. Then...who was that whispering? Who's eyes did I see?

"Well? Is it everything you thought it would be? This old office of mine..." Alastor asked, his back turned to me. "You should consider yourself lucky. Not everyone gets the chance to step foot in here. I'm quite the private person, you see."

He looks over his shoulder. "So surely, you understand why I'm suspicious of someone standing outside of my office. Not even bothering to knock. Just, staring inside, like some sort of peeping tom."

"I wasn't trying to snoop. I just...found myself staring is all. I'm sorry." I said sincerely. "I thought...I thought I saw something." Alastor faces me. "You saw something? Do tell, what exactly is it you think you saw?" He asks with a smug grin.

I furrow my brows and look away from him. "I don't appreciate being talked to like that." I mutter. "Hm? Like what?" Alastor asked. "I saw eyes." I say, ignoring his condescending tone. "Like someone was in here. But..."

"But, no one is here. Just you and me." Alastor finishes. "I assure you, if someone was in here, you'd be hearing some screams and or there'd be a hint of death in the air. Unfortunately, I can be a tad bit messy when it comes to-"

"I wouldn't go anywhere near your office if that were the case." I cut him off, not wanting to hear what he might have said next. "If all you wanted to do is scare me, then you've succeeded. May I go back to my room now?"

"All you do is stay inside of that room, dear." I would have glared at him, if it didn't mean getting massacred for doing so. "You're the one who told me not to leave the hotel without you. I'd be out with everyone else right now, if that weren't the case. What else am I suppose to do?"

Alastor hummed. "Fair point. Say, how about you join me while I run a couple of errands. Would that put a smile on your face?" I hesitate, my eyes narrowing slightly.

"What kind of errands exactly?" I ask warily. "Nothing special. I need to go grocery shopping. I intend to meet up with Rosie as well." He tells me. Right. The overlord in charge of the Cannibal Colony. Wonderful...

"I see you're not wild about the idea. But would you really prefer to stay cooped up in that room of yours? Wallowing in your old self pity?" Alastor asks with a smug grin. "Surely, it will be better than being alone with your thoughts. And the constant reminder of how you're trapped here in hell, until we figure out how to return you to heaven. Though, who knows how long that will take!"

I would have loved nothing more than to give him a piece of my mind. But I knew that would result in my demise. I sigh heavily. "Fine."

"Wonderful!" Alastor hooked his arm with mine and leads me out of the office.

I was never one for having a weak stomach when I was alive. But this place...I almost lost it from the smell alone. The demons of this colony were vicious, even killing each other and eating the victims in the streets. I shutter and keep my gaze forwards. Alastor lead me into a building, the name of it was "Rosie's Emporium" with someone else's name crossed out. Odd...

I look around at the store, there was a variety of goods and items littered on the shelves. Mostly "food" related. "Alastor! Welcome back darling!" I turn my head to see Rosie making her way over. "And hello to you too Y/n. Wonderful to see you again." She says with a sharp tooth smile.

I smile as well and gave a small wave. "Always nice to see you Rosie." Alastor says as he takes her hand, kissing her knuckles. Rosie chuckles softly. "So, are you here for your monthly supply? If so, I already have it packed up for you."

"I appreciate that Rosie." Alastor smiles. "I'll take care of it later, for right now, I was wondering if your were free? I intend to make good on my promise and catch up with an old friend." Rosie hums. "I don't see why not. Just give me a moment to close up shop." 

After a few minutes Rosie returned to us. She suggested we go to a near by café, before assuring me that it wasn't connected to the colony. "I guess everyone has different tastes. No point in trying to force the same ideals onto others." Rosie says with a shrug, after I express my...distaste, for cannibal culture.

Thankfully she wasn't upset, but Alastor rolled his eyes, as if I were being stubborn for not giving it a try. I ignore it however. We all arrived at the café, and to my surprise, it was somewhat similar to one on Earth. Right down to the calming atmosphere and the pleasant smell of coffee. 

We found a place to sit after ordering, and Rosie was the first to strike up a conversation. "So tell me Y/n, how long have you known Alastor?" She asks. "O-Oh uh, not long." I answer.

Rosie remained quiet, expecting me to continue. Though, my mind drew a blank. Fortunately, Alastor filled in the gap of silence for me. "Found her roaming the streets of the pride ring, all by her lonesome. And let's just say, she caught my eye...and we decided to help each other out." Rosie grins sinisterly "I see. Still making those deals of yours." 

"I don't intend to stop, it's just too much fun!" Alastor laughs. Rosie shakes her head with a light chuckle. "I hope he isn't being to harsh with you." She says, glancing my way. "Ah, no. Nothing like that. He's been...pretty helpful actually. I uh, hope I'm doing good on my part of the deal." I say, glancing Alastor's way, in hopes to get some sort of an answer.

Though, he just stared back at me. I guess...that's a no? I don't know. 

"Well, I won't pry further. I understand Alastor's dealings are a somewhat private matter." Said Rosie. Just as she finished, a waitress approached us with our drinks. She shakily sat them down, and avoided the stares of the two overlords, before bowing her head and rushing away from the table without a word.

"Oh, it never gets old." Alastor chuckles. The rest of the outing was spent with light small talk between me and Rosie, and plentiful conversation with her and Alastor. They really were good friends. I could only wonder just how long they've known each other to have grown so close. I couldn't help but be a little envious. 

I had always had trouble making and keeping friends. Then after a while, I eventually just gave up on it entirely and tried to focus on myself. 

"Um, if it's alright, I'm going to step out for a moment. I need to make a phone call." I lie. Alastor narrows his eyes slightly, but before he could say a word, Rosie spoke. "Sure thing, darling. Take your time." I smile slightly before walking out.

I sigh heavily, knowing I'd get some sort of scolding from Alastor later. But I didn't really care at the moment. I needed some time to myself for a bit. I look up at the scarlet sky, hell's pentagram as bright as ever as it looms over all.

My wings twitched slightly. It would be so easy just to fly up if it were possible. I could kiss this horrible place goodbye, and return to normalcy. 

Alastor better keep his word...

"Do you think I give a shit, Steve!?" 

I jump slightly at the sudden voice some distance away from me. I look over to see a demon making her way down the street, phone up to her ear as she aggressively spoke into it. "I want those models back at my studio, and I want them there now!" There was a pause. "I don't care if one of them is sick! I need every single one I can get for this next line up!" Another pause.

"Well then Steve, I suggest you find a replacement real fucking fast. Before I come back there and rip your dick off and shove it up your own ass! Do you hear me!?" One last pause. "Good. Now get. It. Done." With that, she hung up and put her phone away with a groan. 

From the look of how everyone avoided her, she was someone pretty important, or dangerous. A she grew closer, realization dawned upon me. "Uh oh." I mutter. The demon noticed me and narrowed her eyes. "Hey...aren't you that girl who Alastor was so touchy with at that shitty ball?" 

Velvette. One of the triple V. And feared overlord of the pride ring. 

#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #rosie #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette

[darkaviarymc]

Another Scar TCD angst because @stiffyck has ruined me.  Seriously, I'm supposed to be working on the Blackjack AU, but no, now I have brainrot. 

A Scar by Any Other Name

Of course, it was Grian who asked. 

The two men sat on a double chest in one of Scar's many chest monsters, just chatting and having a mid-afternoon snack. 

"So, I've been curious about something for a while.  Can I ask you a question?"

Scar chuckled.  "You just did."

Grian rolled his eyes.  "Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

"Sure.  I've got nothing to hide."

Grian snorted and laughed again.  "I don't believe that for a second.  But I've been wondering: Is 'Scar' actually your real name?"

Scar's smile dropped, and he went ridged.  He knew that someday, someone would ask.  He just hadn't bothered to consider how he would answer.  Pretty much everyone on Hermitcraft went by nicknames; one's they'd given themselves, one's they'd been called by friends enough times that they stuck around, names they grew into by virtue of what kind of person or player they were.  But they all had real names, and most everyone knew the real names of everyone else, though many were rarely if ever used. 

"It might as well be," Scar said quietly after a few long moments.

"Is this..." Grian said cautiously.  He wasn't smiling anymore, either.  "Is this something I shouldn't have asked?"

Scar sighed and shook his head.  "No.  I knew someone would eventually."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, with Scar contemplating how to answer and Grian giving him the time and space to do so.

"I don't remember my old name," Scar finally confessed.

"What?" Grian’s voice was all at once shocked, curious, concerned.  "I know you're absent-minded and bad with words sometimes, but how do you forget your own name?"

Scar looked up, trying to oppose gravity so that the tears he felt prickling the corners of his eyes wouldn't fall.  "When you... when you're alone for so long, when there's no one to call your name and no one to tell your name too, you... you change.  The isolation turns you into someone else, and your brain makes room for more important things than names.  The safest route between your base and fresh water, your supply count, your weapon specs.  I -"  His voice cracked, and he hung his head.  Tears fell as he failed to contain a sob.  "I named myself after a rifle because fighting for my life was all I knew."

"Oh, Scar."  Grian gently rested a hand on Scar's shoulder.  Scar flinched slightly in response but quickly relaxed under his friends comforting touch. 

"That's why I name all my bases after myself.  Scar West Outpost, Scarlandia, ScarX.  That way, if I ever forget my name again, there's something there to remind me who I am."

"We won't let you forget," Grian assured him, squeezing Scar's shoulder.  "We'll never let you be alone for so long ever again."

Scar sniffled and offered up a small, sad smile.  "Thanks, G."

"Always."

They sat there for another few hours. Scar told Grian more about the dead apocalypse world he came from, and Grian listened intently.  There were some things he wasn't quite ready to talk about yet, and Grian understood.  Grian wasn't without his own deamons, after all, so he could empathize. 

When evening came, Grian walked Scar home and didn't leave.  He could tell Scar didn't want to be alone after rehashing the trauma of having lived in fear and isolation. 

That night, Scar didn't dream of zombies or death.  He dreamed of friendship and happiness in a world where he knew in his scarred heart that he would never be lonely again.

#hermitcraft #gtws #tcd #gtws tcd #grian #avi writes fic sometimes

[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: This was a request by: moonlixhtbae17 on Wattpad - "can u write one where y/n is really insecure and she's really upset about it and h makes her feel better and feel so loved i think that would be cute"

Warnings: soft and sensual smut18+, insecurities, rude/mean comments, some strong language, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"Have a good meeting, Harry." I smile and tuck a curl under his bandana. He smiles and leans in to kiss me, "I'll try." He leans back, "You good?"

I nod, "I'm great."

He raise an eyebrow, "y/n." He cups my cheeks, "If anything is bothering you.. you can tell me."

Something is bothering. Something he can't really help. Something that comes with being Harry Styles' girlfriend.

"I'm okay." I smile and lean up to kiss him, "I'll see you after your meeting, okay?" He nods and kisses my forehead, "It shouldn't be long at all. We just have to go over the set list and stuff for the show in a few days." He grabs his keys and turns around once he reaches the door, "You sure you're good? I can't stay ho-"

I cut him off, "I promise. I'm okay. Really." I smile and tilt my head, "Now go before I call Niall to come get you."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I love you."

"I love you." I blow him a kiss before he shuts the door and I let out a loud sigh, almost like I was holding my breathe.

I run a hand through my hair and close my eyes, "No. No. No." I anxiously pick at my fingers and pace back and fourth.

The hate. The hate. The hate.

It's all I see half the time and it makes me sick to my stomach, I don't want to be hated. I don't want Harry being hated for being with me.

The last few days, I've been in my head. Insecure.

I keep reminding myself that I'm the one with Harry. He loves me or else he wouldn't be with me.

I hate talking to him about it because it feels so repetitive I don't want to annoy him and have him get fed up with it.

It scares me, my own insecurities scare me and I'm caught in this.. this mental war zone with myself and every single hate comment that gets burnt into my memory.

I walk over to the couch, grabbing the big blanket Harry got me for Christmas this past year and wrap it around me. I click the tv on and skip through the channels, eying my phone as the thought to look crosses my mind.

I hurt myself by doing it, I know, but I can't help but to read what they're saying.

If they're saying anything about Harry.

I put on a random show and toss the remote down, grabbing my phone. I throw myself back into the blanket and pull up twitter.

I can't believe he's with someone like her. I mean, i haven't even heard of her, she's a nobody, one person tweeted.

I think she's very pretty and not everyone you obsess about has to date someone with a size zero waist, another person comments, actually coming to my defense.

I scroll and scroll, finding more hate than love.

I close twitter and go to Instagram, same thing.

I throw my phone down and wrap the blanket around me, tears silently falling down my cheeks.

My phone dings and I look, it's a text from Harry,

I'll be home soon, baby. We're about done here.

I smile slightly and send back the smile and kissy face emojis.

I set my phone down, defeating the urge to keep looking. I try to focus and watch the show that I put on but as soon as I let out a sigh to try and calm down, it's over.

I sit up, trying to catch my breathe. I put my head in my hands and just sob.

I let it all out.

Harry's been home the last couple days so I had to keep it together, pretend like everything is okay.

I grab the blanket and lay it over my mouth, staring at the floor and sniffling.

I hear a car door shut and I quickly get up and run to the downstairs bathroom, wiping my tears and snot away as I go.

"Baby?" Harry yells as he shuts the door, "Y/N?"

I splash cold water on my face and shake my head in defeat, laughing at my self before I start to cry again.

There's a faint knock on the door, "Y/N? You in there?"

I hold my breathe, trying to calm the shakiness in my voice but I cant, "Y-Yeah."

"Can I come in?" He asks, waiting for my answer.

"Yeah." I wipe my face and turn away as the door slowly opens.

"Hey." He whispers walking over to me, pulling me and holding me against his chest. His arms wrap around my body and his cheek rests on the top of my head.

I start to cry again and I grab his white shirt, that probably now has mascara on it, balling it up in my hands.

"Shh. Shh." He strokes my hair and sways me back and fourth with him, "It's okay." He assures me, "You're okay."

After a few moments I lean back, "I'm sorry." I wipe my cheek with my wrist, "I-I'm so-" I start to sniffle again and I close my eyes as I place my hands over my face.

"Y/N.." he takes me into his arms again, spinning around to he can sit on the edge of the tub, "Hey." He pulls me down and sits me on his lap, "Talk to me, please. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"Why are you with me?" I mumble against his chest.

"What?" Harry asks kinda shocked by my question.

I let out a sigh and sit up, "Why are you with me?" I look up at him and his eyes scan over my face. He smiles slightly and cups my cheeks with his hands, "Because I love you."

"But I'm a nobody."

His brows furrow and he tilts his head, "Who the hell said that?"

I shrug and raise my hand, moving it around, "All your fans. The people that adore you."

He rolls his eyes and makes me look at him, "Yeah, I love the fans, but that doesn't even come close to the love I have for you." I he pulls me closer to him, "I mean that y/n."

I nod and wipe under my eyes, "Im sorry. I just.. these lasts few days.. I just.."

He brushes hair from my face and nods, "I know. I know. Trust me, I wish I would do something about it, but people are always going to have an opinion. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because they're not you."

I smile and look down, "Oh. Sorry, Harry."

He looks down and pulls his shirt down, inspecting the black streaks of mascara on his white shirt. He shrugs, "I can get a new one. I'm more worried about you, not a stupid t shirt."

I smile slightly and he taps my leg to stand up. He walks over to the drawer and pulls a makeup wipe from the pack, "Come over here. Let me get you fixed up."

I walks over and look in the mirror, my face falls slightly as I see how red and puffy my face is.

Harry turns my head toward him, "Look at me." My eyes stay on him as he gently wipes my face.

"Still so beautiful." He smiles and kisses my head, "and amazing." He kisses my lips, "And my favorite person in the entire world." He kisses me again and I smile, "Keep talking."

"You, my love, are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me." I wrap my arms around his neck, "as are you to me." He smiles and kisses me again.

We slowly turn it into a make out session. He lifts me up and sets me on top of the sink, "Everything.. about you.. fascinates me." He says in between kisses.

"Yeah?"

He nods and kisses back my jaw, "You're so caring." I moan quietly as he kisses a spot and sucks lightly, "You're super sexy.. and smart." He plays with the hem of my shirt before slipping his hands under.

"You're body is perfect in every. Single. Way." His fingers pinch at my nipples, "So perfect."

He leans in and kisses me, "These lips. I could kiss them all day everyday." I smile and bite my lip.

"The way you walk and talk.. Mm." He moans slightly, "I'd let you walk away from me just so I can see that butt of yours."

I laugh slightly, "Harry."

"But I'll chase you. Always." He slides his hands down my sides and pulls my hips towards him, "I could listen to you talk and laugh about anything."

I smile and shake my head, "I love you."

He kisses me and pulls my body against his, wrapping his arms right around me, "I love you." He says against my lips, "So, so, so much." He leans back, "Please don't ever forget that."

I shake my head, "I won't."

"You just need to take a breather.." he lifts me up, "Forget about the world for a little while." He takes me upstairs and into our bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and brushes hair off my forehead, "I know the perfect way to help you. Would it be okay if I showed you?"

I nod with a smile and he smiles, "Okay." He lifts my shirt up and kisses down my stomach. He slips his fingers into the band of my sweats and gently pulls them down. I lift my hips to help him get them off.

His slowly slide his hands up from my ankles and gently lays them on my thighs, "Just lay back and let me know if this helps, yeah?"

I bite my lip and nod.

He leans in and slowly locks up and down my pussy. His tongue slides between my folds and I moan at his touch.

"Harry." I moan arching my back, "Yes." He sucks on my clit for a little while, his eyes locking on mine. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back as he slips two fingers into me.

He slowly works them in and out, curling them up each time he enters.

I lay my head back, my hands going to his hair.

"Harry!" I pant, "So.. good." I let out a loud moan, moving my hips.

His lips stay attached to my clit, his fingers keep moving in and out slowly. I bite my lip and spread my legs slightly.

He takes his fingers out and slips his hands under my hips, holding me as his thumbs stroke my skin.

His tongue slips in and out of me and I moan, “Baby.”

He continues for a little bit longer and then he pulls away, smiling up at me. He licks his lips and stands up, “You feel better baby?”

I nod and shrug, “Yes and no.”

“Yes and no?” He chuckles, “What more do you want?”

I motion for him to come over to me and I reach out and grab his belt, “I need you right now.” He nods and slips his shirt off, his bandana holding perfect in his hair.

I smile and watch as he gets undressed.

“What?” He asks slowly positioning his body over mine. I shake my head and lay a hand on his cheek, “I just really appreciate you.”

He kisses me and slides his hand down my body to position himself at my entrance, “Anything to help you baby.”

His head falls onto my shoulder and he grips my leg as he slides in, “You feel so so good.” He moans, “So so good.”

I lay my leg over his back and wrap my arm around his neck. He slides his hand overtop of mine that lays on the mattress above my head and interlocks our fingers, “I love doing this with you.” He whispers as he starts to thrust.

I moan quietly into Harry’s ear and I can feel him smile against my shoulder, “You’re so good to me.” I whisper kissing his neck, “I love you.” I whimper as he pushes himself deep inside of me.

He looks at me and rests his forehead against mine, squeezing my hand gently, “I love you, y/n.” He picks up thrusting again, “So, so much.”

His fingertips press into my thigh, “You know why people are jealous of you?”

“Why, Harry?” I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

“Because not only do you get to do this with me every single day..” he moans against my lips as he kisses me, “I’m going to make you my wife some day.”

I smile and squeeze his hand, “Please.”

He kisses me, our lips move in sync as I pull myself closer to him, “I’m close, baby.” I whimper arching my back.

He nods and kisses down my neck, “I love being able to make you feel so good, y/n.”

“You’re absolutely perfect to me.” He moans and he pulls my thigh, “for me. Everything.”

His words he’ll push me off the edge into orgasm. I moan and whimper as he continues to thrust, “Fuck.” He gasps before quickly pulling out.

I lay there breathing heavy and watch his face twitch with pleasure as he reaches his point, “Shit.”

He leans down and kisses me a few times, “No one can ever replace you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Don’t let what others say get to you. Like I said, it’s because you got me and no one else does.” He rests his forehead on mine, “I’m not going anywhere.”

I nod and take a deep breathe as Harry goes and grabs a towel. He walks back in and cleans me up, “”Now. Movies and Pizza?”

I nod and point, “But only if we get to watch-“

“Already on the list.” He tosses me one of his shirts and slips on a pair of sweats, “Let’s go camp out on the couch for the rest of the day.”

I get up and slip on a pair of shorts before running over to Harry. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the couch.

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[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Can you do an Usopp x reader where Y/N was one of the toys he released in Dressrosa and she’s just been “sneakily” following him to try and work up the courage to say she’s devoting herself to her savior, God Usopp, and basically becomes his silly little cheerleader?

Devotee ↠ Usopp x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Fluff

You poked your head around the corner in awe at the long-nosed man. You'd been following for a couple of days now, and could tell he planned on leaving soon with all the crates he and his friends had been carrying onto their boat. The thought alone made you nervous. What would you do without him? Your savior, gone away on a boat to who knows where, and you hadn't even thanked him yet. It was criminal, really, and you knew you'd regret your entire life if you couldn't manage to work up the courage to, at the very least, say hi to the man.

You couldn't help the sigh that left your lips as you watched his bandaged-self work. What you wouldn't give to be held in his arms ── what you wouldn't give to have him simply shoot a glance in your direction.

You felt your face heat up as he indirectly gave in to your request, turning curiously at your skittish movements he happened to have caught in the corner of his eye. You immediately moved to hide fully behind the wall, back firmly held against the scratchy brick as you tried to ease your breathing.

You were about to peer back out to see if he'd noticed you when you heard the voice come from overhead.

"Hi there," Usopp smiled, now directly above you on the crumpled wall you had hidden behind. It no doubt was someone's house before the atrocities that had been enacted just recently. His head rested in his hands as he stared down at you, although his smile had dropped now that he realized how terrified you looked. "Are.. are you alright?"

You nodded a lot quicker than you had meant to, your eyes wide at the prospect of being under the gaze of a deity ── your deity. You didn't deserve this treatment from your Lord, you'd hardly done anything to warrant such luck from the universe.

"O-Oh! Yes! Why wouldn't I be?"

His beautiful eyes glanced uncertainly into your own while you tried to take in as much of him as you could, eyes darting every which way to ensure you didn't miss a single detail on the perfect man before you.

He shrugged, "You just seem kinda... jumpy. I'd hate to leave any of the locals in fear for their lives, especially when the Great Usopp is still around to defend them," He chuckled proudly, although, he doubted he'd be able to do any real defending considering the state he'd been left in. No matter, Sanji would be more than willing to help, he was somewhat sure of it.

"I-I've decided to devote myself to you fully," You finally blurted out, "I don't have anywhere else to go, please, let me serve you, my Lord."

Usopp sputtered at your words as he fell from the wall, making the short trip around to confront you more directly.

"W-what are you t-talking about??" He gripped your shoulders in his hands as he stared at you with genuine concern.

"You saved my life, it's the least I could do," You answered, bowing your head obediently. "Let me go with you, I want to help you in any way I can."

"N-No! Stop talking like that!"

"I know I'm new to the religion, but I promise I'm a fast learner."

"What religion?? I-I thought we freed you already?? You can go home now!" He reminded, hands shaking as his hold on your lightened.

"You did! That's why I'll help you with whatever you need!"

He winced, praying that this was all just an honest mistake and not another one of his lies that went wildly out of control again. "W-well, I'm... uh sure we could find a spot for you."

He had no idea how he was going to fix this as he walked rigidly back to the ship, you following loyally behind him. How would he even explain this to the crew? What would Robin say?? But you were so determined and gleeful... he didn't think he had it in him to turn you away.

He ran a stressed hand down his face as thought up ways to solve this issue while you walked beside him with your knife out, ready to lunge the second he gave you the command. Hopefully this solution would come sooner rather than later.. but with his luck? He highly doubted it.

"This lighting does wonders to you, my Lord."

"Please, don't call me that..."

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[amarias-yandere-blog]

Ningguang w/ a darling that has depression and struggles trying to get up from bed and do basic things, especially with eating ?

Sorry if it’s a bit much I’ve been struggling lately but take ur time, and if you can’t get to this one, it’s okay — hope you’re having a wonderful trip in AZ! <3

First of all, this isn't too much at all! Your so valid and I completely understand that basic things can take up energy that we just don't have.

Remember that though things are hard right now, it's always worth fighting for, and that it won't be hard in the future. Even if it takes a day, a week, or years, I promise it will get better. This is a reminder to everyone that you're loved, appreciated, and needed. You're all one of my precious followers and readers, and without you guys, I wouldn't be as successful or known as I am right now.

Notes: The reader is not specified, but I did write this with a more-feminine reader bc I myself am female. Remember that I don't condone forceful feedings, actions, or anything that causes someone else pain, discomfort, or guilt. If you are in any relationship, romantic or otherwise, please realize that it is not a healthy relationship and that you deserve so much better.

Also this was answered super duper late and I'm really sorry but I hope you enjoyed it just the same!

Please enjoy!!

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I don't know if I can do this

The bed was hot, heavy and comforting.

It was everything that she was not. Despite a warm smile, curved eyes filled with love, sweet words, they were like wisps of clouds across your skin, dampening your mood and making you feel untethered.

But she did try. You appreciated it, really. It just... felt like a lie. Your head couldn't accept it, that she did try, that she wanted to be around you. That she made time for you.

But her hands were cold and light and delicate. Just like the fabric that hugged her abundant curve, like the lipgloss covering her soft lip, delicate and light and untethered, much like her palace in the sky.

"Y/n?" The deep, fine grain voice announced the appearance of the Tianquan. You hummed. Pulling the covers across your head, you decided that you wished for a weight that Ningguang could not provide.

Lofty. Idealistic. Someone who didn't understand how you felt. Soft breaths clouded the air, making it thick and hard to breath. It was hot. Uncomfortably so. But still you stayed, wishing for peace and alone time. And yet the door somehow opened.

Must've accidentally forgotten to lock the door, you thought, waving off the feeling of uncomfort. A heaviness dipped the bed, someone sitting at your hips, and stroking your head. It was silent.

"Y/n... you need to get up." Ningguang spoke sternly, though it wasn't without care or sweetness. "We've so much to see. Beidou will be coming back from port, and I hear she brought herself a souvenir from Inazuma. And the traveler tells me of-"

"Traveler this, Beidou that, let's do this and that." You interrupted, though it was a whisper compared to her power-edged voice. "I don't care. I don't want to go. I don't want to do anything. I want to be alone." Your voice became numb with bluntness. It didn't sound like you. It sounded lost, like whispers in the snow...

"...You haven't been eating lately." Ninnguang states, clearly talking about your shelves that have been gathering nothing but dust for days now.

"Not hungry." You shrugged, despite the voice rumbling deep in your belly. It was a miracle you still looked like you did, actually.

"Dear... you need to eat." Ninnguang's voice is gentle, but also arrogant. She was clearly worried. It just didn't feel like enough. Nothing felt like enough. "Come on, let's get you ready, and then we can go where ever you like for the evening."

"Why do you even care?" You hadn't meant to blurt the question outloud, but it escaped your lips all the same. She looked at you with disbelief.

"Y/n... It's because you're special to me, of course." The woman said it so softly, so warmly, that it was grounding and lifting all the same. "Now please, get up, I haven't got all day." She returns to her normal attitude, but it is not as irrate now.

"Ok..." You lift the blankets from your head, seeing the white-haired girl for the first time that day.

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[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: a request by moonlixhtbae17 on Wattpad- "can u write one where y/n is really insecure and she's really upset about it and h makes her feel better and feel so loved i think that would be cute"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, some hateful comments, unprotected sex, biting, oral (f rec), fingering, mainly fluffy filth, love making really

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"Have a good meeting, Harry." I smile and tuck a curl under his bandana. He smiles and leans in to kiss me, "I'll try." He leans back, "You good?"

I nod, "I'm great."

He raise an eyebrow, "y/n." He cups my cheeks, "If anything is bothering you.. you can tell me."

Something is bothering. Something he can't really help. Something that comes with being Harry Styles' girlfriend.

"I'm okay." I smile and lean up to kiss him, "I'll see you after your meeting, okay?" He nods and kisses my forehead, "It shouldn't be long at all. We just have to go over the set list and stuff for the show in a few days."

He grabs his keys and turns around once he reaches the door, "You sure you're good? I can't stay ho-"

I cut him off, "I promise. I'm okay. Really." I smile and tilt my head, "Now go before I call Niall to come get you."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I love you."

"I love you." I blow him a kiss before he shuts the door and I let out a loud sigh, almost like I was holding my breath.

I run a hand through my hair and close my eyes, "No. No. No." I anxiously pick at my fingers and pace back and fourth.

The hate. The hate. The hate.

It's all I see half the time and it makes me sick to my stomach, I don't want to be hated. I don't want Harry being hated for being with me.

The last few days, I've been in my head. Insecure.

I keep reminding myself that I'm the one with Harry. He loves me or else he wouldn't be with me.

I hate talking to him about it because it feels so repetitive I don't want to annoy him and have him get fed up with it.

It scares me, my own insecurities scare me and I'm caught in this.. this mental war zone with myself and every single hate comment that gets burnt into my memory.

I walk over to the couch, grabbing the big blanket Harry got me for Christmas this past year and wrap it around me. I click the tv on and skip through the channels, eyeing my phone as the thought to look crosses my mind.

I hurt myself by doing it, I know, but I can't help but to read what they're saying.

If they're saying anything about Harry.

I put on a random show and toss the remote down, grabbing my phone. I throw myself back into the blanket and pull up twitter.

I can't believe he's with someone like her. I mean, i haven't even heard of her, she's a nobody, one person tweeted.

I think she's very pretty and not everyone you obsess about has to date someone with a size zero waist, another person comments, actually coming to my defense.

I scroll and scroll, finding more hate than love.

I close twitter and go to Instagram, same thing.

I throw my phone down and wrap the blanket around me, tears silently falling down my cheeks.

My phone dings and I look, it's a text from Harry,

I'll be home soon, baby. We're about done here.

I smile slightly and send back the smile and kissy face emojis.

I set my phone down, defeating the urge to keep looking. I try to focus and watch the show that I put on but as soon as I let out a sigh to try and calm down, it's over.

I sit up, trying to catch my breathe. I put my head in my hands and just sob.

I let it all out.

Harry's been home the last couple days so I had to keep it together, pretend like everything is okay.

I grab the blanket and lay it over my mouth, staring at the floor and sniffling.

I hear a car door shut and I quickly get up and run to the downstairs bathroom, wiping my tears and snot away as I go.

"Baby?" Harry yells as he shuts the door, "Y/N?"

I splash cold water on my face and shake my head in defeat, laughing at my self before I start to cry again.

There's a faint knock on the door, "Y/N? You in there?"

I hold my breathe, trying to calm the shakiness in my voice but I cant, "Y-Yeah."

"Can I come in?" He asks, waiting for my answer.

"Yeah." I wipe my face and turn away as the door slowly opens.

"Hey." He whispers walking over to me, pulling me and holding me against his chest. His arms wrap around my body and his cheek rests on the top of my head.

I start to cry again and I grab his white shirt, that probably now has mascara on it, balling it up in my hands.

"Shh. Shh." He strokes my hair and sways me back and fourth with him, "It's okay." He assures me, "You're okay."

After a few moments I lean back, "I'm sorry." I wipe my cheek with my wrist, "I-I'm so-" I start to sniffle again and I close my eyes as I place my hands over my face.

"Y/N.." he takes me into his arms again, spinning around to he can sit on the edge of the tub, "Hey." He pulls me down and sits me on his lap, "Talk to me, please. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"Why are you with me?" I mumble against his chest.

"What?" Harry asks kinda shocked by my question.

I let out a sigh and sit up, "Why are you with me?" I look up at him and his eyes scan over my face. He smiles slightly and cups my cheeks with his hands, "Because I love you."

"But I'm a nobody."

His brows furrow and he tilts his head, "Who the hell said that?"

I shrug and raise my hand, moving it around, "All your fans. The people that adore you."

He rolls his eyes and makes me look at him, "Yeah, I love the fans, but that doesn't even come close to the love I have for you." I he pulls me closer to him, "I mean that y/n."

I nod and wipe under my eyes, "Im sorry. I just.. these lasts few days.. I just.."

He brushes hair from my face and nods, "I know. I know. Trust me, I wish I could do something about it, but people are always going to have an opinion. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because they're not you."

I smile and look down, "Oh. Sorry, Harry."

He looks down and pulls his shirt down, inspecting the black streaks of mascara on his white shirt. He shrugs, "I can get a new one. I'm more worried about you, not a stupid t shirt."

I smile slightly and he taps my leg to stand up. He walks over to the drawer and pulls a makeup wipe from the pack, "Come over here. Let me get you fixed up."

I walks over and look in the mirror, my face falls slightly as I see how red and puffy my face is.

Harry turns my head toward him, "Look at me." My eyes stay on him as he gently wipes my face.

"Still so beautiful." He smiles and kisses my head, "and amazing." He kisses my lips, "And my favorite person in the entire world." He kisses me again and I smile, "Keep talking."

"You, my love, are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me." I wrap my arms around his neck, "as are you to me." He smiles and kisses me again.

We slowly turn it into a make out session. He lifts me up and sets me on top of the sink, "Everything.. about you.. fascinates me." He says in between kisses.

"Yeah?"

He nods and kisses back my jaw, "You're so caring." I moan quietly as he kisses a spot and sucks lightly, "You're super sexy.. and smart." He plays with the hem of my shirt before slipping his hands under.

"You're body is perfect in every. Single. Way." His fingers pinch at my nipples, "So perfect."

He leans in and kisses me, "These lips. I could kiss them all day everyday." I smile and bite my lip.

"The way you walk and talk.. Mm." He moans slightly, "I'd let you walk away from me just so I can see that butt of yours."

I laugh slightly, "Harry."

"But I'll chase you. Always." He slides his hands down my sides and pulls my hips towards him, "I could listen to you talk and laugh about anything."

I smile and shake my head, "I love you."

He kisses me and pulls my body against his, wrapping his arms right around me, "I love you." He says against my lips, "So, so, so much." He leans back, "Please don't ever forget that."

I shake my head, "I won't."

"You just need to take a breather.." he lifts me up, "Forget about the world for a little while." He takes me upstairs and into our bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and brushes hair off my forehead, "I know the perfect way to help you. Would it be okay if I showed you?"

I nod with a smile and he smiles, "Okay." He lifts my shirt up and kisses down my stomach. He slips his fingers into the band of my sweats and gently pulls them down. I lift my hips to help him get them off.

His slowly slide his hands up from my ankles and gently lays them on my thighs, "Just lay back and let me know if this helps, yeah?"

I bite my lip and nod.

He leans in and slowly locks up and down my pussy. His tongue slides between my folds and I moan at his touch.

"Harry." I moan arching my back, "Yes." He sucks on my clit for a little while, his eyes locking on mine. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back as he slips two fingers into me.

He slowly works them in and out, curling them up each time he enters.

I lay my head back, my hands going to his hair.

"Harry!" I pant, "So.. good." I let out a loud moan, moving my hips.

His lips stay attached to my clit, his fingers keep moving in and out slowly. I bite my lip and spread my legs slightly.

He takes his fingers out and slips his hands under my hips, holding me as his thumbs stroke my skin.

His tongue slips in and out of me and I moan, "Baby."

He continues for a little bit longer and then he pulls away, smiling up at me. He licks his lips and stands up, "You feel better baby?"

I nod and shrug, "Yes and no."

"Yes and no?" He chuckles, "What more do you want?"

I motion for him to come over to me and I reach out and grab his belt, "I need you right now." He nods and slips his shirt off, his bandana holding perfect in his hair.

I smile and watch as he gets undressed.

"What?" He asks slowly positioning his body over mine. I shake my head and lay a hand on his cheek, "I just really appreciate you."

He kisses me and slides his hand down my body to position himself at my entrance, "Anything to help you baby."

His head falls onto my shoulder and he grips my leg as he slides in, "You feel so so good." He moans, "So so good."

I lay my leg over his back and wrap my arm around his neck. He slides his hand overtop of mine that lays on the mattress above my head and interlocks our fingers, "I love doing this with you." He whispers as he starts to thrust.

I moan quietly into Harry's ear and I can feel him smile against my shoulder, "You're so good to me." I whisper kissing his neck, "I love you." I whimper as he pushes himself deep inside of me.

He looks at me and rests his forehead against mine, squeezing my hand gently, "I love you, y/n." He picks up thrusting again, "So, so much."

His fingertips press into my thigh, "You know why people are jealous of you?"

"Why, Harry?" I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

"Because not only do you get to do this with me every single day.." he moans against my lips as he kisses me, "I'm going to make you my wife some day."

I smile and squeeze his hand, "Please."

He kisses me, our lips move in sync as I pull myself closer to him, "I'm close, baby." I whimper arching my back.

He nods and kisses down my neck, "I love being able to make you feel so good, y/n."

"You're absolutely perfect to me." He moans and he pulls my thigh, "for me. Everything."

His words push me off the edge into orgasm. I moan and whimper as he continues to thrust, "Fuck." He gasps before quickly pulling out.

I lay there breathing heavy and watch his face twitch with pleasure as he reaches his point, "Shit."

He leans down and kisses me a few times, "No one can ever replace you. You're mine and I'm yours. Don't let what others say get to you. Like I said, it's because you got me and no one else does." He rests his forehead on mine, "I'm not going anywhere."

I nod and take a deep breathe as Harry goes and grabs a towel. He walks back in and cleans me up, ""Now. Movies and Pizza?"

I nod and point, "But only if we get to watch-"

"Already on the list." He tosses me one of his shirts and slips on a pair of sweats, "Let's go camp out on the couch for the rest of the day."

I get up and slip on a pair of shorts before running over to Harry. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the couch.

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Ok, I caved. Here’s chapter ten, I love it too much to hold out on it.

all chapters linked here

[What could go wrong?]

Eleven months into friendshiphood, I woke up ecstatic.  It felt like the day I started visiting the other-world, happily oblivious of what was to come.  I practically counted down every minute, straightening out the last few details of my plan.  This included preparing a backpack for myself, where I stored a few things for both me and Erica.  School was out and I had invited her on a picnic to celebrate and spend the whole day together.  Once it was finally time, I jumped into the other-world, almost forgetting to make myself invisible in my excitement.  Just like so many times before, I nearly ran all the way to the cliffside that held Erica's mansion before realizing that I was probably causing tremors.  After a fast walk to the cliffside, I slowed down a few feet away.  Though it was more likely about a mile away to anyone else.  

Erica was already there when I got to the base of the cliff, where I’d told her we should meet.  The roof of her convertible had been taken down to enjoy the early summer weather.  Like clockwork, Erica seemed to sense I had arrived, despite my invisibility.  Invisibility!  Wait!  I was supposed to show Erica the way there!  I came to a stop next to Erica's car and knelt beside it, rapidly searching for a workaround to my dilemma.  "Forget that you have to stay invisible during the day?" Erica asked after I'd been silent for a while.  "I don't need to see you to know that you haven't thought this through."  "I have," I quipped, "I just.. I realized that I can't show you the way there invisibly.  I kind of assumed that it wouldn't matter because I could just tell you where to go."  She looked confusedly up in the direction of my bodiless voice.  "You can't just tell me now?"  "I could," I answered, "but I don't travel by car here, so I don't exactly know how to drive there."  Erica groaned, "Seriously?  You're the worst at planning things ahead of time."

We both sat in thought, trying to find a solution to my slight oversight.  How could I have overlooked this? I thought angrily.  I've been preparing all morning, all week even!  Finally, Erica let out a long, antagonized sigh.  She grudgingly got out of her car and stood in front of me, arms crossed.  "Do you have any pockets?" Erica asked, irritated.  "Umm, yes?  Why?"  "I can't believe I'm doing this," she grumbled, "but I- I do trust you, now."  She took a shaking breath, "I'll just..  I’ll ride with you."  

"Ride with..?"  It took me a moment for her suggestion to click.  I looked down at her, astonished.  "You're willing to ride in my pocket!?"  For someone who normally refused to be touched, this was a dramatically large step.  Her refusal, as she often reminded me, was not due to fear, but simply the fact that she wasn’t one for people being in her personal space, regardless of their height.  I wasn’t sure whether or not I believed her, because not only was my mistake on the first night we talked the single most terrifying thing she’d experienced, according to her, but touch is also how I initially control people as well.

Erica cleared her throat, dragging me out of my startled thoughts.  "Don't think for a second that I'll be willing to do this all the time.  I just..  You’ve been a good friend to me, and you’re more reliable than anyone in my world.  I think maybe I should try showing you a bit more trust.  You’ve earned it."  I nodded enthusiastically before realizing she couldn't see me.  “You have no idea how much that means to me,” I told her gently, bending over to see her reaction, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how ecstatic I get after we part ways, knowing that despite how we met, you still have the heart to allow me to make things up to you.” 

“Heart?” Erica asked sarcastically, “I think you mean stupidity.  It paid off in the end, though.  Now I have a friend who can be almost anywhere and can help with almost everything.”  I sighed, rolling my eyes at Erica’s signature pinch of sarcasm.  “Almost?” I asked her.  She chuckled, “I’ll pay you a million bucks if you can step into my house, or any house for that matter.”  “Ok,” I realized, “I see your point.”  There was only one little thing about our trip to the surprise place I’d picked.  "I do have to stay invisible until we get there, though.  So, you know, don't freak out when it looks like you’re stuck in the middle of the air.  I’ll still be here physically, even though you won’t see me."  "Heh.  No promises."

With every ounce of caution I could muster, I set my hand down palm up in front of Erica.  She watched in open-mouthed silence as the grass in front of her flattened with the weight of my invisible hand.  "Whenever you're ready," I reassured her.  Erica hesitantly lifted a foot to test its surface, then scrambled up on her hands and knees, finding it too difficult to balance while standing.  "This is.. really weird," she observed as she steadied herself, "It looks like I'm sitting on open air, but I can feel this beneath me," Erica gestured to my palm as she spoke.  “This.. This is you.  I’m in the palm of your hand right now, literally,” she realized.  “It just doesn’t feel real.”  She glanced nervously up at me, her expression saying everything without her having to.  “Don’t worry,” I assured her, “I wouldn’t be letting you do this if I didn’t think it was safe.”

When Erica finally settled down, I started to lift myself up.  "Woah!" she yelped; I could feel her weight shift suddenly in my hand.  I froze, concerned.  "I- I'm ok," she said when she noticed I'd stopped moving, "I'm fine, just keep going."  I rose again, slower this time, until I was standing upright.  All the while I could feel Erica's miniature fingers digging into my palm for support.  

Once I stopped rising, she dared to look up.  Hovering a good other-world mile above the treetops, Erica could see the city outlined by the mountains behind it, faded with the clouds and the sheer distance between them and us.  Awestruck by the view, she whispered, "Wow, you can see so much from up here.”  Lifting her death grip, Erica rose to her knees and looked around, fascinated.  

Being my size, you get a pretty bird's eye view of everything.  Sometimes I forget how fascinating it all is from this high up.  I was so used to my relatively giant height that the view was natural to me.  In fact, it was the only way I viewed the other-world.  "That isn't even my full height," I told Erica as I watched her gaze wander.  "My hand’s only held out at chest level.  I guess nice scenery is just one of the many perks of being tall."  Erica sneered, glancing back at where she assumed I was.  "Tall?  I think you're waayy past 'tall', Alexis."  I laughed, easing my racing heart.  It was a surprisingly enthralling experience, and I wasn’t entirely sure if I was excited or nervous.  I mean, there was a whole person sitting in the palm of my hand.

We stood for a moment, Erica admiring the view for a little longer.  "If you want, you can sit out here instead," I offered.  She hesitated, then shook her head, "I'd be too afraid I'd fall off.  Maybe if my ride wasn't invisible, yes, but not now."  I nodded, "Alright then, pocket it is."  Pulling open the pocket of my shorts, I discovered that the interior wasn't invisible like the outside, which made things so much easier.  With my free hand, I held the pocket open, carefully lowering Erica to its edge with the other.  When I stopped moving, she crept over to the side and peered down.  The sensation was so strange, like a hamster or other small thing creeping across my hand, only she was very clearly human.  It was almost ticklish, and I had to bite my lip to keep from gigling; Erica would kill me if I did.  

She eased her way down before dropping to the fabric at the bottom.  Erica turned a slow circle in the small space, then shielded her eyes and looked uneasily up at me.  "You're fine," I reassured her, "Do you really think I'd let you get hurt?"  "Not intentionally," Erica muttered.  "Good."  Now that we were ready for departure, I let the pocket fall closed.  Before leaving, I picked up Erica's car — very lightly so as not to dent it — and placed it back in the driveway so no one would come along and steal it or take it off the side of the road.  Finally, I was ready.  I voted to take the easiest route over the most direct, knowing that the direct route involved jumping over more populated areas.  Thus making the trip longer than I'd accounted for, but it was worth not getting yelled at for being unnecessarily terrifying.

Taking the long way also meant avoiding the cliffs where I was attacked on my first day.  After a slight detour to avoid the site of my past trauma, we finally arrived at a crystal clear lake surrounded on most sides by mountains and forests — the same one I found while venturing around forever ago.  I slung my backpack down on the shore.  It became visible the second I let go of it, and I followed suit.  This was a mostly hidden, out of the way place.  I doubted anyone would see me.  

"We're here," I called as Erica shifted around in my pocket.  "Finally!  Get me out of here, being in this thing sucks!  I couldn't see where we were going the entire time."  "I did ask if you wanted to ride out here," I reminded her.  Erica grumbled something unintelligible and I slipped my hand into my pocket to fish her out.  The tight space made it impossible to let her step onto my palm like she had by the house.  I carefully slid my fingers beside her to lift her up.  Erica flinched at my touch as I carefully hoisted her out, pinched lightly between my thumb and pointer finger.

As I lifted Erica to eye level, I could feel her grip tighten.  Her lighthearted expression rapidly fell apart, eyes growing wide with fear.  Tiny hands gripped my fingers, trying to pull them away from her sides. "P- Put me down."  Her voice trembled, barely audible.  Why is she so scared all of a sudden?  Carefully, I knelt and placed her gently on the ground.  Erica scrambled away, backing off a few steps.  She had a panicked, faraway look in her eyes.  I lay down further, inadvertently trying to make myself seem smaller than I was.  "Did I do something wrong?" I asked hesitantly.  Erica had been quiet for some time, and every silent second worried me.  She'd been gazing out at the woods beyond me, to nowhere in particular.

Erica stilled at my voice; she shook herself as if arousing from thought and turned to face me.  "No, you didn't-  It's my fault.  I- I don't know why I freaked out.  It's.." she took a breath to stop herself from stammering.  "I know you wouldn't hurt me.  I don't know what I was thinking."  Erica turned away again and my heart fell.  Was this because I'd grabbed her that time on the cliff?  I had taken her out of my pocket in a similar way to how I’d picked her up that night.  Her position in my pocket made it hard for me to get her out in any other way; I didn't have much of a choice.  Though she just told me otherwise, I couldn't help thinking this was my fault.  I had likely just reminded her how easily I could put her life in jeopardy again.  

"I shouldn't have brought you here like this," I realized aloud, "I should've just waited to find the road here, what was I thinking?"  I guiltily moved to retrieve my things, deciding to just call off my plans. It no longer seemed like the best time to celebrate.  Erica’s right, I never think ahead.  No, I just never plan for anything to go wrong.  Which is awful because in this world almost anything can go wrong.  I internally cursed myself, angrily reaching for my backpack.  It had been a while since I’d messed up this badly, even with random strangers’ wellbeing — not even Erica’s.

Just as I was about to tell Erica to go and do whatever she liked without me, something light fell over my other hand; the one I was using to prop myself up with.  All of my dark thoughts vanished at once.  I froze midway to my bag and looked back.  Erica had put her hand over mine to stop me.  Her tiny digits barely covered more than an inch of space.  What is she doing?  My chest tightened.  I couldn't even breathe.  Any movement at all might scare her off, and I'd already frightened her just moments ago.  Never before had she purposefully touched me without being coaxed to.  

"It was my choice to do this, remember?" Erica asked uncertainly.  "Don't leave.  Please."  I wasn’t planning on going anywhere; I wouldn’t leave her here alone, but I guess it does look that way. Our eyes met and I tensed, unsure how to react.  My mind went completely blank.  We gazed at each other for a long moment; it went unspoken that she meant what she said, which was baffling to me.  I was so sure Erica would be snide about things, or at least tell me that she’d made a mistake putting that much trust in me.  Maybe she had.

Suddenly, Erica turned away.  With our small connection broken, it was like waking from a daydream.  "Thank you for bringing me here.  This is beautiful," Erica gestured to the lake, taking her hand off mine to do so.  Thus deeming it safe for me to move freely again.  I slowly pulled away from my bag, guilt and regret eating at me from the inside.  

Why would she want me to stay?  I’ve done so many awful things to her.  No amount of little get-togethers can really make up for it.  "I don't deserve this," I blurted out, “I don’t deserve your trust, or this trip.  Not after everything I've done."  My breath hitched on the last few words and Erica looked back at me pityingly, which only wrenched the guilt in my gut tighter.  A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.  "Well.." she began, "even if you don't deserve to be here, I think I do.  And I want you to be here with me."  "Why?" I asked, dejected.  "Only when you practically begged me did I stop controlling people.  You still haven't forgiven me for controlling you.  Don't you hate me?  I know you act all friendly towards me, but…  I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if you just do it to pacify me.  So I won't go back to what I used to do before you showed me otherwise."  

At first Erica seemed a bit taken aback by my question, then she shrugged, glancing away from me.  "Hate is.. a bit too strong of a word for it.  I’m.. I'm a bit resentful, I guess.  But it's not like my life was horrible with you controlling me.  Though I didn't like not having a say in things, you did take care of me pretty well on your own."  Erica mulled over what she said, almost as if she were shocked to hear it from herself.  "And I certainly am not pretending or ‘pacifying’ you," she continued suddenly, "I do mean everything I say to you, both the good stuff and the bad stuff.  When I’m not being sarcastic, that is."  

Soft chirps of birds and frogs filled the otherwise empty silence between us.  Erica, watching my growing downcast expression, motioned for me to come back down, and I lowered myself to her height again.  "I don’t hate you," she assured me, "I want to stay.  I want you to stay with me."  She walked right up to my face and I panicked, my heart pulsing in my neck.  Surely she could hear it being so close.  “Alexis, I forgave you a while ago. I- I guess I never actually told you that. I just need a bit more time getting used to things, that's all."  Erica smiled, "It's not every day you befriend someone who's taller than a building, you know?” 

Erica and I laughed lightly, relieving a bit of the silent tension.  I sat back a little, feeling the slightest bit more relaxed.  “Just stay here, alright?” I nodded.  "So how'd you find this place anyway?" Erica asked me, changing the subject.  "And what's in the backpack?  I didn't even know you had it."  “What, this?” I asked, mocking surprise.  “Well, let’s see here...”  Turning to my bag, I dragged it closer and started unpacking.  My confusing, self-pitying feelings would have to wait until later.  At least my worries about her not being genuine were debunked.

First, I put out a blanket by the lakeside beside me, sized to Erica, not myself.  Then came two meals, each in respective size for both of us.  "You got normal sized stuff for me?" Erica asked, baffled.  I thought about arguing how my things were regular sized and hers were just small, but decided against it.  I only nodded, shoving my empty backpack off to the side.  "This is my special 'please don't be mad at me I was only doing it for your best interests' meal," I explained.  "Ha!  Really?"  Erica came closer and sat on the picnic blanket I'd lay out, examining the food.  "Sandwiches," Erica noted.  "Your 'please don't be mad at me' meal is sandwiches and some soda?"  I shrugged, “It was repurposed.” She took a bite, "How'd you even get it this size?"  "I made a box that will turn things small when I put them in it.  Kind of like the neverending money box I installed in your wall at one point.  Wait.. is it- still there?"  Of course it is, I realized.  The thing was far too valuable to be thrown out somewhere.  Erica shuffled nervously on the blanket and turned to face the lake.  "Yeah..  it's still there.  But in my defense, I haven't done anything stupid with it since the first time I used it."  "At least I taught you something," I mused.  Erica snorted, whether it was in disgust or laughter I couldn't tell.  

There was a pause in our conversation so we could eat without choking trying to talk to each other.  The silence was much more peaceful now.  There was no one around to bother being invisible for either, and I enjoyed not having to hide.  The sky was dotted with a few fluffy clouds, which reflected off the still lake like a giant mirror.  It really was a beautiful day.  

"What's it like in your world?" Erica asked suddenly.  "Is everything ginormous?  How do things work without running out of power?  Everything must take so much energy to run at your size."  I could feel my face scrunch up in thought, quickly scarfIng down the last bit of sandwich.  "Well, everything's bigger in my world.  Not just objects or animals, the whole world is scaled to this size," I stated, holding up my half-drank soda for reference.  "So getting energy is fine, really.  It's not much more of a hassle than it is here for you.  My world is basically yours, just bigger."  "A whole world that big?" Erica whispered.  She was staring out over the water, though her mind seemed to be somewhere else.  "That's kinda terrifying.  I mean, I guess not for you, but for me?  Wow."  "It's probably similar to how I feel in your world," I mused.

Erica turned to look at me, startled, "What?  You're scared of my world?  How?  Everything must seem so small to you."  I nodded, "That's exactly my point.  Everything's so small here!  I'm always scared because I feel like I'm constantly just.. breaking everything I touch.  You saw yourself what happened with the parking garage.  I accidentally demolished the whole back side!  Albeit I was in a lot of pain afterwards, but still.  No one person should be able to cause that much damage accidentally."  "You're telling me," Erica huffed, "I witnessed your destructive tendencies firsthand and nearly shit myself, geez."  I laughed, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.  I really was not planning on flattening that garage.  I've learned my lesson," I said, gesturing to my back.  My cuts were gone now, but I certainly didn't miss them.  “I’ve been a lot better at controlling the property damage I create by walking around.”  “That’s a relief,” Erica chuckled.  

I sat silently for a moment.  “I’m sorry.”  “For destroying stuff?”  “No, for scaring you earlier,” I replied, turning to look down at her.  “Like I said, you mean a lot to me.  When I saw how you reacted.. it felt like my heart dropped right out of my chest.  I would never have hurt you-“  “I know,” Erica interrupted, trying to reassure me.  She slid over to my side and placed her hand on mine, effectively silencing me once again.  “I know.  If that had happened a year ago, I might’ve told you to fuck off or something like that, but now…  Now I understand that you weren’t intentionally picking me up like that, you were just trying to help me out.”  I nodded slowly.  “It’s constricting and overwhelming when you do that, so obviously I freaked out a bit, but I wouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion that you randomly decided to turn on me unless I was a bit disoriented.”  “Sorry,” I repeated, “I’ll be more gentle from now on, I promise.”  Erica’s expression softened into a small smile.  I thought I heard her whispering to herself, but it might’ve just been the wind.

#everything is going so well #for now #other-world universe #g/t #giant tiny

[cainluvr69]

"A Blade Dancing in the Starry Night" Cain SR Story -- Central and West's Biggest Flirts

Cain: Hmm… This and this, and that, and…can you grab me the star-shaped candy in the back there?

Shopkeeper: Thanks for the business! If you're buyin' this much, you must have a lot of gifts to be giving, mister!

Cain: Ahaha, you're just that good at selling them to me. I'll leave the money here.

Rustica: Hello, Cain. You're carrying quite a lot, aren't you.

Cain: Hey, Rustica. Yeah, I think I might've overspent a bit… It's hard to help myself when I'm faced with quality goods and a nice shopkeeper, y'know?

Shopkeeper: Ahaha! You're pretty smooth, y'know that? Here, take this on the house. It's just for you, you big flirt.

Cain: Ahaha, that wasn't really what I was trying to do, but thanks… Wait, you're giving me all this?!

Shopkeeper: It's an expression of my feelings! That, and I bet giving my wares to a flirt like you will make for good advertisement.

Rustica: My, what a generous merchant! Good for you, Cain. Now your pile of gifts has turned into a mountain.

Cain: No, no, no! I already bought plenty of gifts, and I can't take all of these back to the manor too. I'm glad you feel that way, mister, but I'd feel terrible if any of this ended up going to waste. So…how about this. Can I just take this and…this along with me?

Rustica: Oh my, that's…

✦✧☾✧✦

Rustica: What an adorable decoration. It reminds me of a bridal veil with how delicately fluttery and white it is.

Cain: Right? That's why I want to give it to you and Chloe.

Rustica: Even though it was given to you? Are you sure?

Cain: I want to give it to the two of you. You're the stars of tonight's festival, after all. Chloe said you're a bit forgetful, so if you've got something like this on hand, it'll ensure you can remember this night as many times as you want.

Rustica: So that's why… Thank you, Cain. Chloe and I will treasure it. Not only are you so kind and openhearted, but even give such lovely gifts… Why, as the West's foremost flirt, I simply cannot let myself lose to you. By way of thanks, will you let me take you to tea? Please, let me treat you and your gentle heart to the best tea leaves and cookies I can offer.

Cain: Ahaha. You're a perfectly good flirt even without going that far. But hey, since you're offering. How about instead of tea and sweets, we go drinking together? You can bring Chloe too. Since it's a nighttime festival, we might as well enjoy ourselves the way only adults can.

Rustica: Adult… Fufu. My, I see.

Cain: Wh-why're you smiling like that…?

Rustica: Oh, don't you fret. Well then, shall we look for Chloe? So that we adults may enjoy this festival together.

A Story of an Unbelievable Love

Akira: I heard that you, Rustica, and Chloe all went drinking together the night of the Star Festival. What did you guys talk about?

Cain: Oh, yeah… We talked about a lot, but I guess the most exciting topic was romance.

Akira: Oh, love stories! Yes, the three of you do all seem to like those…

Cain: Ahaha! Well, I wouldn't say I hate them. Especially when the Western wizards start talking about it, because all the stories they've got are so wild. But more than anything else, they like the ones that are downright unbelievable. Whenever we start swapping stories, I'm always so startled, like, woah, are you for real?! That kinda thing.

Akira: Woah! Could you give me an example?

Cain: I think the most out-there one I've heard was about a beautiful maiden descending from the [Great Calamity] that drove men around the world wild with longing. Big money from all around tried to gain her favor with gifts and offerings, and even the country's king proposed to her. But the noble-minded maiden was unswayed, and rejected them all by saying that she'd only wed someone who could bring her a dragon's hidden treasure--

Akira: (…Hm? This story sounds like…) Erm… By any chance, does this story end with the maiden returning to the moon at the end?

Cain: It sure does! Did you already hear this story from them?

Akira: No, it's actually a fairytale from my world. If I think about it, I'm pretty sure I told it to the Western wizards once…

Cain: I see, so it's a story from your world! I did think it was kind of weird hearing a story made up about falling in love with a girl from the moon. But an unbelievable story like this can be born in a world that isn't under attack from the moon… It kind of feels weird to think about.

Akira: (It's amazing how an innocent little story from home can take on such a completely different meaning here… Well, that's Princess Kaguya for you…)

#.mhyktl #.cardtl #cain knightley #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #idk hbow i want to format card story tls i'm experimenting

[fincalinde]

lwj, for the meme?

Not the Lan bro I was expecting but here goes!

a song that reminds me of them

This doesn't remind me of him because I wouldn't want to ruin it for myself, but I can imagine a sad montage of interregnum LWJ set to I Am Stretched On Your Grave. Anyway, my proper answer is Frostrósir by Eivør. It's in Faroese, which I do not speak, but I pinched something from here:

Each sigh from a lonely soul Every word that was formed without sound Now seems like a frostbitten affair Dressed in the guise of lifeless flowers

what they smell like

We have an answer to this in canon and it's sandalwood, so I don't have much to add.

an otp

I mean, it is the central point of the novel. But even aside from that, LWJ is consistently only ever interested in WWX. I'm not saying he shouldn't be interpreted as gay, but I am saying that even if he is gay it's secondary to his actual sexual identity which is Weiyingsexual. I'm not treading any new ground here.

Personally I don't find Wangxian interesting, but I at least believe they love each other and are compatible in the sense that they are both selfish in slightly different ways that mesh well for their own private universe. Not so great for others in their orbit, but part of that is authorial fiat so I try to be fair about what I hold against them.

I don't think CQL successfully executed the changes it made to Wangxian in having them click and partner up from the beginning, but I do think it was necessary to at least attempt to rebalance the relationship. In MDZS, WWX genuinely does not reciprocate LWJ's feelings in his first life beyond a very deeply buried and not particularly inevitable spark. His first life is really centred on his relationships with JC and JYL and they are the tragic 'romance' (in the traditional sense). LWJ only gets upgraded during the second life. Kind of awkward to do your sweeping romance if it isn't a romance in the 35+ episodes of flashbacks, so I don't blame them for trying. And I do like the Colin Firth vibes WYB brought to his LWJ.

a notp

Aside from not finding the idea of LWJ with anyone else convincing, let me take the opportunity to pettily sideswipe at Chengxian and shoving LWJ in to make it what? Wangchengxian? Is that what it's called? Either way, nooooooo thank you. You can't get much more fraternal than WWX and JC's idiot bickering, and even if they weren't such classic stupid boys together, JC and LWJ loathe one another with the kind of loathing that does not give way to a rendition of I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face. (Incidentally, in the original stage version Eliza walks out on Higgins never to return, and it is awesome.)

favorite platonic/familial relationships

Obviously it's his relationship with LXC (and by extension LQR?). Just absolutely fascinating. Their rapport is very sweet, as is LXC's protectiveness and gentle trolling. LWJ is not a particularly good didi, but LXC both doesn't notice and doesn't mind.

Actually, someone once made a meme for me in relation to this, let me dust it off and drag it out:

More seriously, though he was also raised with harsh discipline, in comparative terms LWJ is the spoilt baby of the family. As is often the result when we encounter morally rigid characters in MDZS, he is also in many respects hypocritical. Clearly I have a lot of negative things to say about him as a brother to LXC, but I'm not interested in demonising him and what's really interesting about it is that by and large this uneven dynamic works for the Twin Jades. Right up until it doesn't.

When LXC really needs LWJ to come through for him, he just doesn't. I'm not even talking about LWJ's behaviour leading up to and during the Temple, which is objectionable in the sense that he refuses to give JGY the benefit of the doubt that LXC extends to WWX. No, I'm talking about the fact that he bods off for literal months after LXC has just been through the worst experience of his life and lost his closest friend and partner. And I don't want to hear it about LXC being the elder and having a responsibility to take care of LWJ. LWJ owes consideration to his big brother and clan leader, even if that consideration might take a different form.

Here's a thought experiment. After WWX's first death, when LWJ has been whipped 33 times by the discipline whip and dragged himself to rescue LSZ and branded himself in drunken grief, can you imagine LXC bodding off for three months without a word to have picnics with JGY? It's inconceivable isn't it.

I didn't intend for this section to become a hit piece on LWJ and he obviously does love his brother, but in terms of actions it is somewhat of a one way street. The fact that LXC has no other expectations doesn't protect LWJ from my croc-hatted judgement face.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

Righteous LWJ. Oh, please. In MDZS, righteousness goes hand in hand with hypocrisy, and though I doubt MXTX the human being intended LWJ to be read as thoroughly selfish, the (translation of) the text she wrote is a depiction of a profoundly selfish man. And that's not a bad thing, because his selfishness coupled with the occasions when he is genuinely altruistic makes him more interesting than if he really were a moralising ice cube with a ribbon tied around it.

the position they sleep in

Official Lan Position, and postcanon I probably don't want to know.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in

I'm going to be lazy and suggest X-Men AU again just because his secondary power would definitely be organic diamond form like Emma Frost. I don't think he'd also be a telepath, but the idea of that is funny because he could read WWX's mind and know for certain that WWX isn't (currently) into him. But as a serious answer, organic diamond form as a secondary power and then primary power the same as Alison Blaire. I see no reason why his mutant name wouldn't be Dazzler too.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn

I think he only has like one outfit. I'm sorry, I'm not cool enough to be able to distinguish between different varieties of plain white robes. In CQL I prefer first life LWJ because they put that massive ornament on second life LWJ's head to make him look older and taller but actually they created an unfortunate perspective effect where he just looks even shorter.

#ask #crashorpie #roquen meta #me when i'm discussing lwj: CRITICAL DIDI FAILURE #me when i'm writing fic from lxc's perspective: precious tragic didi i would die for him