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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 14- I Will Protect You

Chapter 13

"I WHAT?!" Aster exclaims, almost falling backwards from the log he was sitting on. His animation becomes more sketchy and unfinished looking.

"Umm "In love", come on, don't tell me this is one of the things you don't know yet" Hal says with a smile and one eyebrow raised.

"I- I know what it means but- Where did THAT come from? hah ha" The star asks nervously, genuinely not understanding what she's talking about.

"I mean... It's pretty obvious" Dahlia comes in and starts listing all the evidence "From the way you two talk to each other, to how you blush whenever she holds your hand, and how she laughs about pretty much everything you say, I could go on all day, point is that the signs are all there." She explains casually.

Aster's eyes widen "THAT'S what being in love is??? No- no way! I can't be in love, that's... A HUMAN THING. Wishing stars don't fall in love... Do we?"Aster asks now looking up to the sky... No answer, the stars are dead silent, but not because they didn't listen, they just don't want to get involved for now.

Hal smiles with confusion in her eyes, seeing the boy just stare to the sky all of the sudden sure feels quite weird, but she just continues saying "We may not know anything about wishing stars, buuut we know our girl Asha, and it's pretty obvious at least she loves you." She says booping Aster's nose cheerfully.

Aster's turn to look at her slowly "... You think Asha loves me?" The star is stunned, as his mind starts racing, realizing what this means "... Oh... Oh this is-"

Bazeema has both hands on her cheeks as she says in a dreamy sigh "The most romantic thing in the wor-"

Aster has both hands on his head as he says in a panicked voice "Terrible!"

(This image doesn’t really have anything to do with this scene other than it taking place in a forest, but I had to include it in this rewrite cause OH MY GOSH DO YOU SEE HOW PRETTY THIS CONCEPT ART IS?!? AAAAAAH)

"Huh?? How's that terrible?!" Hal asks, now almost looking angry at the star.

Aster starts floating in the air, "Walking" back and forth "If Asha is in love with me an-and I'm in love with her then... She's gonna be heartbroken!" The star looks absolutely horrified with this discovery.

Gabo throws his head back and laughs at that before saying "WOOOW look at you, cape! Already dreading the eventual break up before even asking her out?" Gabo sounds almost proud "Maybe my pessimism is finally rubbing off on him" He whispers to Dario.

"NO nonono! The problem is... I can't STAY here!" They explain, sounding more and more distressed "Once we defeat Magnifico and save Rosas, Asha's wish will come true! And then I'll HAVE to go!"

"Well, here's a thought then: Fight the system." Gabo says with a mischievous look, like he's trying to influence the pure star to go to the "dark side" "Rules are made to be broken. What's the worse that could happen if you don't go back to the sky, hum?"

"I would cease to exist." Aster mutters quietly, still pacing around while flying.

"... Oh..." Gabo says in a deadpan manner "So we have a Romeo and Juliet scenario on our hands" The teen says with a hand on his chin.

"Indeed, it's a tale of forbidden love." Bazeema chimes in, both hands in her heart as she sighs like a hopeless romantic.

Gabo looks at her with a bored expression and says "I meant how they both die in the en-"

Dahlia interrupts him "Okay okay let me see if I understand" She pulls Aster down by his cape for him to sit next to her "After her wish is granted you'll have to leave, and you can't come back? Ever?"

"Yup!" The star blurts out, as he begins to speak quickly "So it's best to just deny these feelings and never let Asha find out, so her heart isn't crushed into a million pieces later, right?" He asks them with a forced smile, hoping they all agree.

"... Wrong" Hal says with her arms crossed "Aster, I get where you're coming from, but do you realize that if you don't tell her, and just leave... You two might spend your whole lives regretting not saying anything?" She asks the star with sadness in her eyes, but then she shakes off the feeling and add one last comment with a sassy smile "And I'm guessing the lifetime of a star is preeetty long, ain't it?"

"... You have no idea." Aster says while looking at nothing with a distant expression... For the first time realizing he's gonna outlive Asha by billions of years. The star looks at all the teens worriedly and asks "But if I tell her, then... Won't she feel even more hurt when I have to leave?"

"Most likely, yes." Bazeema confirms quietly, looking at Aster with a kind smile "But I think, if you two won't see each other ever again, then you should enjoy every moment together like it's your last." The star's eyes widen, not because the quiet girl is speaking more than usual but because those words hit him deeply with a realization, Bazeema continues with her quiet voice full of passion "Then maybe, it won't hurt as much when you go back to the sky and she stays down here, because at least you'll both know you had love... And that love will continue, even at a distance..."

Gabo moves slightly away from Bazeema like he's scared of her "Aight' who are you and where's Bazeema? She never spoken more than two lines in her life."

Bazeema realizes for how long she has been talking and that everyone is staring at her, she blushes and covers her cheeks in embarrassment "O-oh goodness, I didn't realize I was rambling, I'm so sorry."

"No, you're right." Aster says while getting up from the log he was sitting on "I'm gonna tell her." The star is back to his cheerful and confident self, as he starts making his way to where Asha went "I may not be able to spend my life with her, but I'll love her in our last few hours together just as much as I'd love her in a life time!"

Most of the teens cheer him on as he leaves, except for Simon who has just been staring this all play out while eating his soup, with a face of someone who regrets all his life choices... Oh and also Gabo stops cheering to give one last comment:

"Sure thing lover boy, but umm remember we can't have you two kissing and saving the kingdom at the same time, and we're gonna start the plan in a few minutes so-"

Aster is already marching through the forest as he shouts back to Gabo with an ever so slightly irritated tone "I'll love her in these next few MINUTES just as much as I'd love her in a life time!"

Gabo looks pleased because he has been trying to mess with the star's seemingly infinite patience the whole day, just for fun.

All the teens now are staring at each other in awkward silence, Dahlia notices and closes her eyes with a sigh

"... *sigh*... Do you guys wanna go and wa-" She hear the sound of footsteps and when she opens her eyes again, all of her friends are gone "Watch?... Heh heh Asha, you really can't get a moment of peace, can you?" She says while getting up with her crutch, to follow them, and watch how this will play out.

We cut to Asha sitting by the river, trying to draw herself while looking at her reflection. By her side there's a black and white, hand drawn candle lantern that actually emits light. There's also some fireflies flying around the proximity of the river.

Aster comes from behind a tree and takes a deep breath (even though he doesn't breathe) and starts flying to where she is.

Asha has her back turned to him, but she can see Aster's light approaching her, so she turns to look over her shoulder with a smile.

"Hey Aster! Great timing, I was just gonna ask you to come here" Asha taps on the floor next to her to signal that she wants Aster to sit with her

"Really? Well uh... Here I am hehe" Aster does so, they float down and sit next to Asha with his legs crossed "Do you need help with anything?"

"I could use some extra light. This lantern I made is great but your hair is waaay better" She says while placing her sketchbook on Aster's leg, so she can better see her drawings thanks to the light coming from his hair. She was gonna start drawing more but instead she gets distracted and talks with Aster excitedly "Also, I gotta say, it's amazing that my pencil can actually create FIRE! This is gonna be so useful when we're breaking in the castle. If any door is locked I can just burn them, or maybe I could create a giant hammer, or or... You know?! Anything!" She smiles widely at the star, not able to contain her joy, thinking about all the possibilities.

Aster looks at her with that same dreamy look he had at the campfire, admiring how she's just so full of life and hope.

"Yeah, I know, I'm glad you liked it" He says with a smile, Aster is now looking at the water, trying to think on what to say... Should he just say "I love you" out of the blue?... That doesn't feel right. So instead he just expresses how he wishes he could be there to... Protect her "I really wish I could go in there with you all, make sure you're safe"

Asha gives him a bittersweet smile as she explains "I know, but we've talked about this: you gotta distract Magnifico here in the forest and break his staff, while we'll get in the castle, fight the queen, and free all the wishes, so you can un-curse them and give them back to everyone."

(That's it, that's their plan! Will it work? whOoOoOOo KoOoWsSs? Oh wait, I know, hehehehe)

Aster looks at her worriedly "Are you suuuure you guys can handle Amaya on your own though?"

Asha chuckles with the question "It'll be eight teens vs one lady with no powers, if anything you should feel sorry for her haha" She laughs a bit, but then her face turns just as worried as Aster's was, as she thinks for a moment and says "But, you'll be on your own... Are you SURE you can fight Magnifico this time?" She asks him looking at him in the eyes.

Now Aster is the one who holds his laughter "Pfft you mean on my own + all the plants and wild life as my army? I'll manage." Aster says confidently, but then he notices the concern in Asha's expression, so he tells her more reassuringly "Hey, I'll be careful. He won't catch me this time, I promise."

Asha smiles as she holds his hand tightly "I know, I trust you."

Aster's freckles start sparkling and his hair shines brighter with that, they hold her hand back.

Asha also seems to be blushing as she holds his hand

The 7 teens are in the background watching everything with an expecting look, just waiting for Aster to make his move.

Aster notices them staring from the corner of his eye, Asha doesn't though.

The two of them break eye contact as Asha looks back to her sketchbook, while Aster looks at the impatient teens with an angry expression that screams "IM GETTING TO IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The two teens take a deep breath and... They speak the same thing at the same time:

"... I wanted to tell you something-"

The two look surprised. Asha giggles a little as she says:

"Heh heh- okay you first-"

"No! no no no please, you go first!" Aster says, because he's honestly not ready to say it yet.

Asha takes a deep breath as she flips the pages of her sketchbook "Okay... This is gonna sound really out of nowhere but umm..." She stops in a page and takes out of the book... A sword "Wanna practice sword fighting with me?" She asks with an awkward smile.

... That's not what Aster nor the teens watching this behind the bushes expected at all...

Aster looks at the hand drawn sword and then back to Asha with a confused smile "... Eh?"

Asha lowers the sword "I know, I know, kinda last minute. But I just had the best idea!" She get's up and starts to explain while walking around with the sword in her hand "Your magic can't hurt me, and my magic can't hurt you, soooo we are perfect dueling partners to practice, don't you think?"

Aster understands now, she wants to be ready to fight the guards in case they are spotted by any... or even the royals.

"I don't remember sword fighting being part of the plan." Aster notes with a cheeky smile.

"It's not, it's just my own idea, call it a plan C" She says while looking at the sword she drew proudly.

"Sooo are you "planning" to make extra plans from A to Z? heheh" Aster jokes, still sitting down next to the river, looking up to her.

"You know, I actually might. Better be safe than sorry." She says, her smile falters a little, with her eyes revealing that she still has some doubts "I just... I gotta be ready for anything they might throw at us. I want to make sure I can protect my friends... Protect you." She tells Aster like she's letting out something that has eating her up inside.

Aster eyes sparkle with those last two words, since that's the same thing he wanted to say.

"... Well then..." Aster begins to talk with his eyes closed, reaching for something behind his back- "En garde!" He quickly creates a sword made of star dust while she wasn't looking.

The sword hits Asha, and just like how it went when Aster tried to use this trick against Magnifico during their fight in the storm, Asha starts laughing, feeling a sense of joy overtake her.

"Hhahahaahha" She laughs, hugging her sides as Aster get's up, standing in a fighting position holding his own sword "Hey! I wasn't ready!"

"Expect the unexpected, now come on! And don't you dare go easy on me!" He says spinning his sword with a confident look.

"Funny, I was gonna say the same thing!" Asha exclaims with a daring smile.

The two of them duel together around the clearing near the river, snickering the whole way through. Asha lands some hits on Aster, slicing his body made of star dust, but he immediately gets back together with every attack.

When Aster's sword hits Asha, all it does is make her chuckle a little, but she's landing a lot more hits than the star.

The 7 teens are watching all of this in the background, both surprised and endeared by the sight, that's definitely not where none of them expected this would go... But it is kinda romantic in a weird way.

"You're actually pretty good at this!" Aster comments as they're now both looking at each other in the eyes, with their swords pressed against one another

"Thanks! you too... But could be better tho." Asha says with a confident smirk "Good thing I'll be the one actually sword fighting hehe" She teases him

The star makes mocking shocked face "*Gaaaasp* Ooooh you did not! Alright, you asked for it!"

Aster summons a bunch of swords around Asha and makes all of them hit her at the same time, creating a huge cloud of star dust around them

Asha can only laugh as she falls on the grass

"Hhahaaahahah hey no fair!" Asha exclaims while laying on the grass

Aster is now floating with his face close to her's "Thought you said I shouldn't go easy on youuu" They smile playfully

Asha pulls him down by the cape and the two roll around the grass like two kids playing fighting, not even realizing that they're hugging. They both laugh the whole way through.

After calming down, they both lay next to each other and look up at the stars.

"So... Feeling more prepared?" Aster asks while still looking up

"Yeah, I think I can take 'em." She says, feeling reassured "*sigh* I just can't wait for all of this to be over." Her voice is full of hope.

Aster's smile slowly dissolves into a frown as he remembers he'll have to leave once it IS all over.

"... Um-hum, me too... Can't wait." They say, trying to hide their inner turmoil

Asha turns to the star with a curious smile "Ok, now's your turn."

Aster looks at her confused "Huh?"

"You said you had something to tell me, didn't you?" Asha asks, laying down on the grass next to the star

"O-Oh right! heh hehe... Umm" Aster quickly realizes he has no idea how to tell her. The star just begins blabbering nonsense without even realizing " Sooo uh I wanted to tell you- I mean- I actually didn't wanna tell you at first- Bu-but I have to t-tell you while we still have time that I... UUUH... I... I think I am- Ya know?"

Aster.exe stops working while Asha just stares at him in amusement, she never seen him acting like this before.

From the bushes where the seven teens are hiding comes Hal's voice shouting:

"Oh come on! JUST KISS THE GIRL ALREADY!"

(Shout out to @wings-of-sapphire who asked for a Kiss The Girl reference)

Aster discretely uses his magic to make several trees instantly grow in front of where the teens are hiding, creating a wall of trees, Asha doesn't notice as she sits up from the ground and looks back.

"What was that?" She looks around confused, but all she sees behind her are trees

"T-the wind, probably! heheh" Aster stammers out nervously.

Asha get's up and starts walking away from Aster "The other's may be calling us, I think we sho-"

"Asha wait!" Aster quickly gets up and grabs her hand, she looks back at him confused, but wanting to listen. Aster can only sigh as he explains frustrated " I just... I just have SO MUCH to tell you, and I don't know how to put it into words"

Asha holds his hand closely as she says "That's... Pretty unlike you. You've always been good at explaining what's on your mind" It sounds like that's something she admires about him.

"Yeah, but this is coming from somewhere else though." Aster tells her while placing his hand on his chest...

Asha's eyes light up in surprise, like she finally starts to realize what Aster is trying to tell her.

Aster ponders looking at her hand, how can he tell her all these new feelings that she showed him? Feelings that he can't even understand himself? How can he tell her what she's to him... Maybe the same way that he explained to her who she was... When they first met.

"Maybe... I can try beginning to explain this to you... In the best way I know how" Aster repeats the words that he said before they started singing "I'm a Star" on the night that Asha wished upon him.

And so... FINALLY... We get the song:

At All Cost

(Aster holds both of Asha's hands as the music begins, and we see fireflies flying around them. Asha looks at Aster expectantly, already suspecting what he'll say but still not quite believing this is really happening... That he actually feels the same way as her... And Aster confirms her suspicions as he begins to sing)

If happiness was a tangible thing It would be you If you'd have told me the feeling you'd bring I'd think it untrue

(Asha's eyes widen as she hears him, as he tries his best to put everything he has been feeling for so long into words. The star is gazing at her with a shy smile, his cheeks sparkling with golden star dust)

And people search for a wonder like you All of their lives You still amaze me after all this time

(Aster caresses her face gently as they say the line "You still amaze me after all this time", referring to how after growing up and watching her all these years, she still found new ways to impress him. Asha is now smiling at the star with eyes full of passion, confirming to him that she feels the same way, and with that, Aster begins to sing with more energy)

You pull me in like some kind of wind Mesmerized by the hold I'm in Leave you here, I don't wanna I wanna

(Aster pulls her in and starts spinning with her around the clearing, more fireflies start flying around them. Asha holds him closely as he sings the second line. Aster is hugging her as he sings the third line with his eyes showing more sadness, for he knows that eventually he'll have to leave her... And on the last line he looks at her, preparing to actually say what he has been meaning to say all this time... And only then he begins flying with her)

Love you as one does I, I will protect you at all costs

Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs

(He holds her in the way one would when dancing a waltz, and starts guiding her to dance while they fly together, Asha is at first caught off guard by the fact they suddenly started floating, but as she looks at Aster in the eyes she knows there's nothing to fear, and she follows his lead. They're now flying above the trees, and all Asha can say while looking at the star is:)

Wow What's pain? When I look at you? No way I could explain you, even if tried to I'll never dream like used to do

(Asha caresses Aster's cheek with one hand as she now begins to put into words what she has been feeling, how when he's around she feels no pain, only happiness, how he changed her whole world and now she'll never see things or dream the same way) If someone tried to hurt you, I don't See how that could happen I'd fight for you in ways you can't imagine

(As she sings while still dancing with Aster and the two keep going higher and higher up in the sky. We see in the background behind her two constellations resembling Magnifico and Amable, and as she sings "See how that could happen" Asha moves her hands in a way like she's waving away some flies and the constellations behind her disappear as if the thought of them also is dismissed. And as she says the last line she boops Aster nose playfully to say how she's confident she'll keep him safe no matter what (You may hear in the distance the writer crying because she hates herself)) Felt this, no, I haven't, I hope It would be all right to stay right here beside you

(She smiles at the star brightly as she expresses she never felt like this before, and hugs him tightly as she sings the second line.) And love you as one does I, I will protect you at all costs

(Aster throws Asha to the sky, making her fly even higher than him, they're approaching the clouds above them. Aster flies to her and they hold each other to once again dance their waltz) Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs

(As they dance flying upwards, they pass through the clouds when they sing the line "At all costs") If you're ever feeling like you're lost I'll come find you

(Asha is now above the clouds, she looks around noticing Aster disappeared, but as they sing "I'll come find you" Aster shows up behind her and gives her a hug from her back) Man all fronts, there's no ocean I won't swim across To be right by you

(Aster flies to be in front of her and holds Asha up, twirling with her in his arms, like this)

And not just once, here and now I swear on my response I'll remind you

(Aster let's her down and they gaze each other lovingly for a moment while singing those two lines with bright smiles on their faces) And love you as one does I, I will protect you at all costs Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs

(They slow dance on the clouds, with the moon light and the stars shinning upon them. We get a shot like this from sleeping beauty)

(And as the song slowly comes to an end, Asha starts closing the distance between them) At all costs

(Asha's face is getting closer and closer to Aster's, as she's going for a kiss, Aster is surprised at first but he slowly goes for it too... Until.)

He stops.

As the instrumentals from "At All Cost" are replaced by different instrumentals

Instrumentals we haven't heard since the end of chapter 7.

The sound of some very angry orchestra instruments starts playing on Aster's ears, only the star can hear them, and that's shown in his face as he looks very bothered with his eyebrows scrunching.

Asha is waiting for the kiss but it never came, when she's about to open her eyes Aster just pulls her for a hug instead.

They hug, both not quite sure where to go from here, but Asha smiles brightly, feeling Aster's warmth.

Asha breaks the silence as she says "This is better than all my dreams...You actually love me back." She says almost in disbelief, but in a good way, like it's hard to believe this is real.

"Your friends said it was pretty obvious heh heh" Aster says chuckling a bit, trying to tune out the stars yelling at him.

"It kinda was ha hah" She says while laughing, because looking back Aster was very much not subtle about it "But I assumed that was just how you acted with everyone..." She admits, showing a bit of how her own insecurities were actually stopping her from seeing the very obvious truth.

Aster let's go of the hug and holds her face gently to say "Nah... Only with you." They smile, looking at her lovingly.

Asha's eyes almost sparkle as she looks to the star. She takes a deep breath and says "Aster... We'll be separated for most of the plan... I won't be there to protect you, so I need you to promise me that when you find-"

"Magnifico." Aster says in a whisper, his eyes not focusing on Asha as he's looking at something behind her

"Yeah, him, I need you to promise me tha-"

"No! Look!" Aster turns her face to look what's going on bellow the clouds.

Asha looks down and sees it... There's an army of guards approaching the forest, and leading them is someone carrying a green light.

Asha gets her sketchbook and draws a spyglass, pulling it off the page, she lays down on the cloud and uses the spyglass to confirm if it is him

Like this scene in the live action Peter Pan movie

And sure enough, it is. But she notices something else:

"Yeeesh! That lightning messed him up more than I thought... He got a huge scar on his face now." Asha comments.

"HA! Nice. I'm gonna drive him nuts when I make fun about that" The star says mischievously, already planning on how he's gonna break that staff.

"Hey, this is exactly what I was gonna talk about! I need you to be careful out there, don't get cocky, and don't fall for his tricks." Asha says sounding more serious, but with worry clear in her face.

"I'll be careful, I promise." Aster reassures her confidently. He pulls her up and holds her in his arms bridal style "Now let's go tell the others we can skip the "get his attention" part of the plan- WOOHUL!" Aster jumps off the clouds.

We cut a montage that consists of Asha and Aster narrating their parts of the plan while those steps happen in real time, we see Asha drawing something while her voice says in the background

"To get from here to the castle we could use Aster's magic, but that’s too risky since his star dust is shiny. I think it's safer if I create flying objects to get us there, it'll be dark, so hopefully if we're quick the guards won't see us."

We see Asha draw a carpet, and once she takes it out from her sketchbook it becomes a flying carpet like the one from Alladin.

Then, we cut to some guards, with one of them yawning in the forefront, guarding the castle’s entrance, while above them in the background we see some dark tiny silhouettes passing by.

We cut to Asha and Dahlia already getting off the magic carpet, now they're at the center of the royal garden.

We also see Safi and Simon flying down on a witches broom, Hal wearing shoes with wings like Hermes, Dario flying on a donkey with wings, as a reference to the short "The Flying Gauchito" from The Three Caballeros (HA! I DID IT! I REFERENCED THE THREE CABALLEROS! THIS IS SUCH A WIN FOR ME AS A BRAZILIAN!!!)

"You sure got pretty creative with these "flying objects" huh Asha?" Dahlia mentions as the others start gathering around

"Heheh thanks, I decided to just let my imagination run wild" Asha says enthusiastically.

"I could tell" Gabo mentions as he lands down on the garden, and we see him riding a happy baby elephant with big ears... So yeah we straight up have a Dumbo cameo "Couldn't you just give all of us flying brooms?"

"And where's the fun in that? Brooms are way too simple to draw." Asha shrugs "Also come on, don't tell me you don't think this one turned out pretty cute" She says cheerfully while petting the hand drawn Dumbo.

"I must say, he is quite adorable hihi" Bazeema comments quietly as she's landing on the garden with an umbrella... Like Mary Poppins.

Gabo just gets off the baby elephant as he tells Asha with a smile, as in, a genuine one this time "Hehe I really don't understand how your mind works, ya know?"

"Neither do I” Asha admits casually, while magically bringing all the living drawings back inside her sketchbook “Alright, Bazeema, where's the secret entrance you told us about?" Asha asks her bashful friend.

We see Bazeema guiding them to the middle of a rose garden. They prickle themselves through the thorny flowers, with Safi sneezing a few times, until they reach a hatchway made of metal with the symbol of Rosas engraved on it.

"Such wondrous things an introvert can find hihihi" Bazeema says quietly and proudly while pointing at the entrance.

We then cut to King Magnifico riding on his horse, leading his soldiers to the forest with an wicked smile, and we hear Aster's narration of his part of the plan:

"Meanwhile, I'll deal with king Magnifico. I just have to annoy him enough to the point where he'll let his guard down and I can take that staff off his hands, and once I do, it's over."

Magnifico prepares to throw a fire spell over the woods while saying "Let's see how long they'll keep cowering in there after THI-"

Something small and round hits behind his head. Distracting him from performing the spell. The king turns and looks angrily at his guards.

"Who threw that?!"

The guards all look at him confused, not even knowing what he's talking about.

"I did!" the voice of Alan Tudyk comes from the ground

(Yeah he doesn't get to voice Valentino, but he get's to voice most of the talking animals, since he's the lucky charm of Disney and all that)

The king looks down and sees a red squirrel (That is native of the Iberian Peninsula, look it up) holding a nut, ready to throw another one at him.

Magnifico stares at the little critter for a second before he starts laughing, turning to look at the forest as he shouts "HA! What's the matter boy?! Too scared to face me yourself?! Come on out, I know you're hiding in there!"

Then they hear Aster's voice echo from the forest, it's a voice full of glee and mischief:

"Hehehe I ain't scared of you, Alan was just eager to get started! I'm just getting warmed up!"

Some of the guards look scared by the echoing voice, while the king still smiles confidently "Oh but you should be scared, or have you forgotten what I taught you last time? That you are NO MATCH for me!"

"Hmmm It's a blur, all I remember is that now you look just as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside! HAH HAHA!" The star lets out an impish laugh, it echos through the woods.

(Aster's Peter Pan side is showing)

Magnifico's scarred face goes from a confident smile to a furious scowl. He rides his horse to go deeper inside the forest, with the guards following along "WHEN I FIND YOU I SWEAR I WILL WIPE THAT SMILE CLEAN OFF YOUR FACE!" He shouts, enraged by the star daring to insult his looks.

"Good luck with that! Cause' ya know, back at that storm I didn't really have anything to work with...But now..."

Magnifico hears screams from the soldiers behind him. He turns around and sees some of them are tangled up in vines, while others are running away from wild critters, and others are trapped inside giant flowers, it's a vision of pure chaos as now the king is on his own.

Magnifico looks at all of that in shock, unaware that Aster is now floating right behind him with a relaxed and confident smile. The star let's his presence be known as he whispers:

"Now I'm in my element." The star says that like a threat.

Magnifico get's startled but doesn't let it show, as he tries to turn around but-

He's stopped by something holding his staff.

As he looks down and sees vines trying to pull it off his hands. Magnifico tries to pull it away from them with all his strength, while making his horse walk backwards, and with that Aster starts talking casually to the horse

"Hey pal, did you know the guy sitting on you tried to kill me yesterday?" The white horse gives him a surprised glance as Aster continues "Yeah, he’s NUTS, I think you're better off without him" Aster tells him warningly.

The horse glares at Magnifico, and stands up on his back legs, making Magnifico lose his balance and fall on the ground.

The horse runs away, but the king is still holding tightly to his staff, the vines are still pulling it. He let's out a furious scream:

"UUUUGHA! You really think it's gonna be THAT easy?!" Magnifico uses a fire spell and burns the vines, once he's free he turns to where Aster was... But the star is no where to be seen.

"Yoooohooo!" Aster's voice sounds distant.

Magnifico turns to where it came from, he sees a trail, and by the end of it up a small hill, there he is, Aster is waving at him, basically inviting the king to follow the trail "Well?! What you waiting for?! Thought you wanted a proper hunt! HAHAH" And Aster flies off so fast it's almost he's just a shinny blur.

The king is catching his breath seemingly already exhausted even though the fight just begun.

His expression at first shows frustration... But it slowly changes to a wicked smirk as he talks to himself sinisterly "Indeed, I was looking forward for a hunt... And your little friends just so happen to be inside our trap."

(Pretend there’s a lightning looking scar on his left eye please, not like Harry Potter, I mean like actual lightning, thanks.)

Magnifico runs to where Aster went.

So we cut back to Asha and the others, as they make their way through a tunnel that leads to the dungeons.

"You're sureee these tunnels will lead us to the dungeons, Bazeema?" Asha asks, she's leading the group while holding a hand drawn torch

"That's what my father told me" Bazeema says quietly.

(Also I guess I should mention her dad also tends to the royal garden.)

Asha nods as she looks ahead attentively "Well I hope he's right, cause' I really don't want any surpri-"

"Maaa"

They hear the familiar bleating coming from behind them, everyone turns around and it came from... Dario, as he tries hiding something inside his shirt.

"... ooooh no no no NO NO NO" Asha says, very distressed while running to Dario, already knowing exactly who's inside his shirt "Dario! We were supposed to leave Valentino with Aster's animal friends! Why would you bring him with you???"

Dario has a face full of guilt and regret as he pulls the happy baby goat out of his large loose green shirt, he lets go of Valentino and begins to explain in sign language "He gave me big sad puppy eyes! I couldn't resist it! Plus, what's the issue? The little guy might be able to help us" Dario signs that last part with a hopeful smile that his friend will agree

Asha doesn't agree at all though, as she takes Valentino in her arms

Asha scolds her tall friend while holding Velentino close to her "I promised myself I would never let him in this castle again, last time he almost got eaten by a lynx and- and what if he gets lost??"

"Asha, calm down." Simon comes in from behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder "We just gotta stick to the plan and stay together, we'll be safe."

Asha notices that he sounds... Very certain about that, which is odd coming from him. But Asha thinks it's a nice change for Simon.

"*Sigh*... Yeah you're right, we just have to stay together" She turns around and smiles at Simon "I'm glad you're not so scared anymore, you seemed pretty insecure about the plan earlier today" She says calmly as she makes he way back to the front of the line.

Dario follows Asha, now walking in front of Simon. The light coming from Asha's torch is distant so Simon is more in the darkness as he says

"I just needed some time to put my thoughts in order" His voice is emotionless.

And we see his eyes glow green for a second.

But immediately after that, he winces quietly in pain, placing a hand in his forehead as if he's feeling a strong headache. None of the other's notice though, as his eyes are back to normal when he opens them again.

We cut to them now inside the dungeons, it's a dark, large and humid corridor with walls made of dark bricks, with jail cells all along the way. Safi keeps sneezing because of the humidity.

(I got this image from a deleted scene from Wish, I swear I had this plot point of them getting in the dungeons for MONTHS and I just watched the deleted scene a week ago, it’s insane how much stuff I came up with seems to be in sink with the movie’s original ideas)

"I hate this place- ACHOOOO!" The boy looks scared as he holds on to his scarf "Are we close to the exit yet, Gabo?"

"We sure are buddy, just a few jail cells ahead and we reach the exit" Gabo says confidently, he knows his way through the dungeon since, as he told his friends earlier, when he was a kid he went to explore it.

(I forgot to mention in the previous chapter but his dad is a guard, that's why he had keys to the dungeons that Gabo stole from him)

"Good, this place gives me the creeps" Dahlia says, while looking around scared

"Look on the bright side, guys" Hal chimes in trying to bring some optimism "At least there aren't any creepy inmates, it's just us and our friendly faces" the girl smiles brightly, hugging Safi and Dahlia by the shoulders.

"And also this poor fella" Gabo says, pointing at a skeleton laying down out of a jail cell, trying to reach for an empty jar of water

Like this one from Snow White.

"... HMMM oooookayy let's pick up the pace, shall we?" Hal says with a clearly forced smile this time, her eyes wide as she starts to walk faster, still hugging Safi and Dahlia so they go with her.

Dario, Bazeema and Simon also start walking faster after the others, while Asha stays still for a moment

She looks down at the skeleton and ponders out loud "... I wonder what kind of people Magnus and Amaya would keep down here... Maybe people who found out about the secret like I did." Her voice is heavy and full of concern.

"I don't like how that implies this could happen to you." Gabo says for once not sounding condescending nor sarcastic, but genuinely worried, he's also the only one that didn't walk away from the skeleton and stayed to talk to Asha "Let's, just this once, assume anything in Rosas is normal and this guy just robbed the crown's jewels or something, now come on" He says, rushing Asha to keep going.

This is probably the closest Gabo ever got to being "Optimistic"... In his own way. Asha smiles at that as she starts walking after him. Then they hear Dahlia's voice coming a few meters in front of them:

"GABO! Is this the way out?!"

Asha and Gabo run to where they are, and all six of them are standing in front of a big wooden door

"YUP! This is it" Gabo says with a huge smile

"Great! Hold this" She hands her hand drawn torch to Safi, as she gets her sketchbook and pencil to draw a key, she then pulls it out of her sketchbook

"How do you know it's gonna fit though?" Safi asks her curious

"I drew it thinking of it as the key to this door, and so-" She fits the key inside the keyhole and the door makes the clicking sound of it being opened "It is" Asha smiles victoriously

All the teens look excited, the plan is going smoothly so far.

Asha gives them one last ted talk before she opens the door

"Alright guys, after we're in the castle we'll have to be VERY careful, yes, it's just queen Amaya in there, and a crazy lynx, but still, she's unpredictable." Her voice is of a true leader.

"Oh nooo! Is she gonna throw hot tea at us or something? Hahah" Gabo laughs at his own joke

Asha begins to open the door while looking down at Gabo. "You have no idea what she's capable of. So when we're in, we just run through the-"

"KITCHEN?!" Dahlia exclaims looking shocked at what's behind the door, all the other teens except Asha are also looking at it, just as shocked as her.

Asha looks at her friend confused "What? No, we're not going even close to the kitchen, we-" Asha turns to look where the door leads to and sure enough...

She sees the royal kitchen.

"... Huh?!"

All of them go through the door. Now they're inside the dark kitchen.

A place Dahlia is really familiar with... So she knows very well this is all wrong.

"Okay... This is freaky" Dahlia says looking around the place "That door was supposed to lead to the pantry, NOT the dungeon" she says scared, pointing at the door they came through.

Asha looks around the dark room, her face becomes more and more worried "This makes no sense..."

"Maybe your magic key messed with the door?" Gabo asks Asha

"No it didn't, this isn't my magic's doing, it's-" Asha looks at the door and realizes... There's something written on it. She gets a closer look, and sees symbols written all over the door, with some words in latin too... "This is the king's sorcery... He made a trap for us..." Asha sounds terrified.

"T-that's impossible, how could he know we were coming?" Hal asks, sounding just as distressed as her friend

"H-he couldn't, I-" Asha takes a deep breath and closes the door they came through "Check the other door!"

Dario runs to the door that leads to outside of the kitchen. It also has symbols written on it, but he tries opening it anyway...

It leads to the dungeons they just got out off too.

Dario looks back at them scared.

"... There's no way out" Asha whispers, sounding more and more distressed by the second. She takes Valentino from the floor and holds him in her arms.

"What about that door?" Simon asks, pointing at another door, but this one has no symbols written on it... And he sounds surprisingly calm for the situation.

"That's just the closet we keep the pans, pots and utensils. That's not an exit…" Dahlia explains, trying her best not to panic.

"Who knows? Maybe it'll lead somewhere, only one way to find out." Simon walks towards it.

He opens it, they look inside, it's so dark in there they can't even see the kitchen stuff that Dahlia mentioned.

Asha starts walking to the door, not sure if there'll be anything at all that can help them escape, but it's worth a shot, after all they apparently have nowhere else to go.

(I just realized there's probably a window in this kitchen and these kids are just being really dramatic)

Asha turns to her friends as she walks to the door "It's gonna be okay, Aster will come here after breaking Magnifico's staff any moment now... I know he will... All we gotta do is wait and stay toge-THEEEEEERRR"

And she falls in a dark pit inside the room.

"ASHA!" All 7 teens scream in unison, and I mean all 7, Simon included, as he genuinely didn't expect this.

(Actually, Dario wouldn't scream but uuh you get the idea)

However, he is the only one that stays outside the room, while all the other six run in, but unlike Asha, they don't fall anywhere, they're simply inside a normal room with pans and pots.

"Where did she go?!" "WAS THAT A TRAP?!" "What is going on???"

All of them speak at the same time, desperate for answers, but in the sea of shouts and questions they hear one quiet question

"Simon?" Bazeema's quiet high pitched voice makes the others go silent as they all turn around and see Simon standing in the entrance.

He looks at them with genuine sadness for what he's about to do.

"I'm sorry." He closes the door with a BLAM and locks it.

...

"... W H A T " Gabo's voice comes out filled with rage. "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"I'm keeping you guys safe, like I've been trying to do this whole time but none of you EVER listen to me!" The oldest of the group says from the other side of the door.

"Si-simon, what's going on, why are you doing this?" Dahlia asks desperately.

Simon takes a deep breath and tries to explain "... Look, I'm going to be straight with you all, I talked with king Magnifico-"

(Hahah that’s a direct quote from Wreck It Ralph, when he betrays Vaneloppe)

"MAGNIFICO?!" Gabo shouts with indignation "YOU DIRTY TRAITOR! YOU SOLD US OUT!"

"No! No it's not like that!... At least, it wasn't supposed to happen, I-I didn't mean to do it-" Simon knows they won't forgive him but he tries to at least explain he did it for their own good "I just wanted to make a deal with him, to give him the star's location in exchange of all of us not getting hurt-"

"OH SO YOU WANTED SELL ASTER OUT!?" Gabo for the first time calls the star by his name

"LISTEN! I was desperate, okay?! I knew that if we just went with this plan things could go horribly wrong, and I knew none of you would listen to me if I tried to stop you, so... I contacted him through a mirror he gave to my dad" Simon is sitting with his back on the door as he explains, sounding more and more scared "And- I- I even realized I was making a mistake... I really did! I tried to break the mirror or throw it away but- I couldn't do it- he just kept talking and talking and- UGH" Simon winces in pain and holds his forehead as his eyes once again glow green, he takes some deep breaths as he ever so slightly calms down "The point is... We made a deal. He promised that if I keep you all in here then you'll be safe. It's the only way I can protect you." Simon's face looks tired as he says those words monotonously, like he's just repeating what he has heard before.

"Then WHERE is Asha?! Or was she not included in the deal?!" Now it's Dahlia's turn to yell at him through the door.

Simon's face instantly turns worried once more as if he's snapping out trance "I- I don't know... He never said this would happen" Simon thinks for a moment "Though... I don't remember much of what he said at all..."

"Ooooooh GREAT! Magnus gave you amnesia, such a trust worthy guy HUMM SIMON?!" Gabo says sarcastically, but his voice is not trying to be funny, he is furious.

"I- I'm sure wherever she is she'll be fine!" Simon tells them... More so trying to tell this to himself.

...

We cut to Asha falling from a dark portal that opened in the ceiling of a room.

She screams while hugging Valentino tightly.

"THEEEER- OOOF" She hits the floor "Ouch... Uuugh... you ok Valentino?" She asks her goat while groaning in pain.

"MaAAaaA" Valentino doesn't sound his best, but overall he's alright.

Asha get's up and looks around to see where she is... The king's study... Right next to the wishes room...

This is actually exactly where she and her friend's planned to go, they wanted to free all the wishes by opening the tower's ceiling, so Aster could use his magic and un-curse them all, then give them back to the people of Rosas...

But her friends aren't here... She's alone.

"How did things go so wrong?" Asha asks to herself while looking around the room, she notices some broken mirrors on the walls, as she sees he own reflection "... Come on Val, I'll send the signal to Aster. Regardless if he broke Magnifico's staff or not, he gotta come here and help me." Asha walks to the wishes room, while flipping through the pages of her sketchbook, until she finds the drawing she was looking for, a firework.

She's about to reach for the firework to take it out off the page... But then she sees the light of the wishes floating above her.

She stops and looks up to them, some of them are still blue, but the majority are green.

She looks up with a bittersweet smile, and says quietly with her voice full of hope "Hang in there just a little bit longer, okay? I promise I'll save all of you."

"It's unwise to make promises you cannot keep, mi rosa."

Asha feels a chill run down her spine. As she turns around quickly with an expression of horror already painted on her face.

Queen Amable is standing a few feet away from her, she's in the study while Asha is in the middle of the wishes room.

The queen smiles at Asha sadistically, with her pet lynx right by her side.

Chapter 15

Final Thoughts

OOOOOOOOH BOY so much happened huh?!

I am going crazy, wacky even, I waited so long for us to get to this part of the story! Not just the "At All Cost" stuff, I mean like THE CLIMAX THAT IS APPROACHING AND IM JUST BUILDING UP TO IT NOW AAAAAAH.

But YEAH let's talk about the At All Cost stuff, cause like... WOOOOAH BOY I love that song, and not just because it's pretty, but because while listening to it I felt like the song perfectly encapsulates teenage love, what do I mean? Because it's all so pure and like the two voices are saying the first things that come to their minds, it feels like a passionate train of thought forming in real time, and that's what I wanted to be like for Aster and Asha, as Aster is trying to figure out these feelings he didn't even know they could have, and Asha is caught off guard but so happy to finally show what she has been feeling too. It's beautiful.

I feel like most Disney couples don't feel like... Teenage love, mostly because the guys are ALWAYS older than the girl, and like, not that there's anything wrong with that... Except in some cases *glares at Snow White and Florian's age gap* but I think it's quite refreshing to see young love being depicted like this, with the two acting awkward and even oblivious because they don't know what love really feels like... And also they're raising a rebellion so that kinda keeps them distracted.

But speaking of the rebellion... It really takes just ONE person not believing in the cause for everything to go down the drain, huh? Yeah, Simon has his own ways of protecting his friends, while Asha chooses to fight, Simon chooses to comply. And really, I feel sorry for him, you guys maybe don't, like, everyone now might be a Simon hater, and I get it, but like, Magnifico played him like a fiddle.

Simon just hoped that if the king got Aster he'd leave Asha alone, but as they were talking Simon realized that Magnifico really wanted BOTH of them, so he realized he made a mistake and even tried to break the mirror... But before he could, welp, Magnifico pulled a Kaa move, and hypnosis happens to be way more effective on people who are feeling sleepy, so really Simon had no chance.

And can I just toot my own horn here and say that I'm so proud that even when Magnifico and Amaya aren't in the scene they'tr still threatening? Because that scene at the kitchen when they realize they're trapped, meaning that Magnifico knows their plan, GIVES ME CHILLS, probably because I hate the idea of being confined in a room with nowhere to leave.

And like... Magnifico is doing this just for the lols really, the guy could've just made Simon tell him where they were and captured them in the forest, but he was like "Ooooh they wanna get in the castle to harm my wife? Well, we can't have that now can we? Here's what I want you to do-" And then proceeds to make Simon betray his friends in such a way they'll never forgive him, oh, and if Simon doesn't do it then the king implies they WILL get hurt, how fuuuun.

It's funny how Aster is just having fun in the forest, messing with Magnifico, going through his Peter Pan arc, completely unaware Asha and the others are going through a living nightmare. Oh but don't worry, he'll join the nightmare too :)

You guys might start to think I'm on the villains side or something because they always get the upper hand, but this is all part of the metaphor of them representing the struggles Asha faces in her life, and let me tell ya folks, life is hard, sometimes just as hard as defeating two villains, but no matter what they do, Asha will keep fighting, and that's what makes a hero, the lower a hero get's, the more satisfying it is when they rise... And the higher a villain rises, the harder they fall :)

See ya'll next time!

Thank You For Reading!

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[dazai-ritualist]

Hi!! I saw that you’re taking Hazbin requests and was wondering if I could request one!😊 I’d love to request an Angel Dust x gn!reader oneshot where Angel doesn’t have anyone to watch Fat Nuggets for him while he’s at work, but reader feels bad and offers to help him out? This is set before they’re dating, like reader really likes Angel (pretty much crushing on him) but doesn’t feel like Angel notices them much, so in an effort to put themselves out there, they volunteer to help, especially since they know how much Fat Nuggets means to Angel. Angel is a bit hesitant at first, not knowing how qualified they really are to take care of his baby, but he sees how sincere they are in taking on this responsibility, so to put them to the test, he agrees. Of course, Nuggs is a little mischievous at first, but instantly warms up to reader☺️

Later on, Angel comes back and sees how well reader and Nuggs are getting along and he’s just all soft and mushy at how adorable they are😍 Angel’s known about reader’s crush on him for a while and would always playfully tease them about it, thinking that it was just because they were a fan, but seeing this, he can’t help but notice how caring and sweet reader really is😍 and if Nuggs likes them enough, then that says a lot. In the end, Angel thanks them and in true Angel Dust fashion, suggests that they should get to have their own “play date” next time😏😉 in which reader is all flustered and is thinking “fuck… I didn’t expect to get this far”😳 but Angel laughs, eating up their reaction, saying that he’s just teasing and would genuinely like to get to know reader more. And then they share a really cute, fluffy moment (with Angel giving a little cheek kiss😘) in the end💕💕💕

I’m so sorry this is insanely long!! My brain got carried away and went off but if you’re willing to write this request, I would absolutely appreciate it! If not, no worries!! Thank you love!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

YOUR IVY GROWS, NOW I’M COVERED IN YOU

— falling in love can make you do silly things. especially when it’s angel dust you’re falling for.

— i get it Y/N. i did the exact same thing (i j bought him cup noodles and i gotta chill out) happy birthday to me and angel hehe!

“fuck me..” angel groaned out. “isn’t that what’s about to happen..?” husk raised his eyebrow at angel. “hah!” angel rolled his eyes at husk’s joke. “val wants me to head to the studio… something about dick fight island or whatever…” he scrunched his face at the corny plots valentino wrote. “hey, whiskers! can ‘ya take care ‘a fat nuggets till i’m back?” angel asked, keeping fat nuggets close to his body.

“ah… angel, ‘ya mind if i take care of him?” you asked, heart racing as you did. “i…i mean husk is kinda busy with manning the bar… ‘n i don’t have much to do, so i could take care of him!” you explained, hands fidgeting as you nervously looked angel in the eye.

“eh…” angel thought for a second. your explanation was logical, but you and him were not as close as say, angel and husk. “shit, fine. why the hell not? i trust ‘ya.” he shrugged.

he looked down at fat nuggets, wondering what might happen when he’s gone, before hesitantly handing him over. fat nuggets squeals a bit under your care, feistily wiggling around in your arms.

angel laughed as he watched you struggle to keep fat nuggets still. “haha! hope you can deal with him. anyways, i gotta head out now.” he frowned before pinching you on the nose and leaving.

in all honesty, fat nuggets was not much of a problem. he was affectionate and not at all messy. all you had you do was feed and tend to his grooming.

when angel returned, he found you and fat nuggets fast asleep on the couch of the leisure room. your arms cradle him as fat nuggets’ hooves rest on your shoulders, all while having a blanket over you.

the two of you looked so sweet, as if a parent with their child. angel almost didn’t want to wake you up. almost.

you forget that this is angel dust.

angel reached a claw under your jaw and started tickling you until you woke up. “mornin’, sleeping beauty!” angel grinned as fat nuggets climbed his way into angel’s arms.

“aww… did’ya miss me, nuggs?” angel smiled, petting fat nuggets. he looked up to see you blushing from you and angel’s close proximity to each other. angel only grins. “what’s up? never got close enough before?”

“no! it’s nothing.” you said, moving your eyes to anywhere but angel’s. he shrugs it off. “thanks a lot again, i appreciate it.” he smiled, his eyes showing a moment of genuine gratitude. “ya’know… next time, i could leave nuggs with good ‘ol whiskers, then you and i could have… a playdate of our own?” he smirked, pushing his forehead against yours while placing his lower set of hands on your waist.

you froze under angel’s touch, brain trying to think of a response. angel simply laughs, eating up your reaction to his advances. “i’m just teasin’! it’ll be a long time before i let ‘ya touch me anywhere. chill, will ‘ya?” he grinned.

“but, if you’re interested…” he starts. “i wouldn’t mind a dinner tomorrow.” he grinned, winking as if to tempt you even further.

you thought to yourself before speaking “ah, sure..! what you say dinner at 7? i’ll meet you down here.” you said. “‘ya betcha. i’ll see you tomorrow then, babycakes.” angel smiled, peppering your face with kisses before he returned to his room, fat nuggets in hand.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #angel dust #anthony hazbin hotel #anthony x reader

[stgosupremacy]

I actually think this scene is so uNEXPLAINABLY adorable?? like if Ash ever liked Goh then i would totally present this scene in my court case

Goh was always literally SO supportive of Ash and like esp when watching him battle could genuinely not contain his excitement like he would be sooooooooo fanboying omggg even if you see it as platonic, you can just see how much Goh admires our boy 🤩🥺

aaaand ash is just naturally modest and brushes off all of the praise, and normally just directs it to his pokemon THE GODDAMN SWEET SOUL 🥰🥰🥰 (ngl i think Goh loves him even more for this and we know its true-)

SO LIKE (just gonna snatch that pic again-)

SEEING ASH REACT LIKE THIS WAS PRETTY MUCH A FIRST LIKE AS IN EVER <3 and like even in journeys ive never seen him accept praise like this like-

Normally he's quite happy to just direct praise to his pokemon but here when Goh is just full-on COMPLIMENTING HIM even tho he has done that many times before

wow

ash looks so surprised lmfao and literally doesn't know what to say to his idiotic bestie who's rambling his heart out so much hes BLUSHINGGGGGG like help---

HE LITERALLY STOPS IN HIS TRACKS AND STARES AT HIM LIKE AAAAAAA

hah it's so funny seeeing ash stuttering (a sight to see, you do not get that often!) which just shows his nervousness after that like he doesn't know what to say. Its like he's realising that Goh isn;t just praising his pokemon, but him too! he is quite flustered by this 😇 bless his soul

AND AND god it's even so pure to see how much even Goh has an affect on him now too 🥺🥺🥺

i made myself cry again hol on a sec

#ash ketchum #pokemon anime #anipoke #pokemon goh #firstfriendshipping #satogou #goh pokemon #ash x goh #i miss them #pokemon journeys

[heytherelysia]

need me a scaredy cat yandere who is shy, meek, and timid. social gatherings and public speaking is their greatest fear— for which they have passed out because of their sheer nervousness and anxiety. a poor baby who's head over heels for you, but do not have the confidence and mental capacity to approach you.

bonus points for a bully/delinquent reader. force them to look at you right in the eye after berating them for not giving you lunch. when you look at each other, you notice it. they're crying. they're crying from fear, from anxiety, and from euphoria. they're scared, damn right they are, but it feels so good... for you to look down and smirk at them. your voice, your laughter, your touch... they're about to lose it. every inch of their body is shivering, their knees buckling, and their breaths getting quicker and quicker— poor baby is overwhelmed, and you never anticipated what would happen next when you spat at their face.

they whine loudly, gradually losing their balance until they have sat on the floor. and you notice, the wet patch in their pants...

"huh... i knew you were pathetic, but never to this extent." your words are laced with genuine shock. they are the very definition of pathetic, but to know that they stoop this low? shit does it make you want to make fun of them more.

they're still sobbing, nothing is registering to them, not even your voice. they were worried that someone would see the both of you at first, given that you're in a hallway— but they don't think about that anymore. they are overwhelmed from climaxing, and they came in front of their beloved! how embarassing...

"ahng!"

as expected, they cry out loud when you step on their crotch— and you step on it hard.

"puh-please! no more! n-no more hah..." they try to get away from your foot— the way it presses against them hurts, but it had no right to make them feel good. they would've let you rub your shoe against their private part if only they aren't about to reach another orgasm— but they want to cum! they just feel like asking too much from you, you already have no lunch because of them and this loser wants you to make them cum? maybe it is too much...

"beg again like that and i might do worse shit to you. but you'd like that won't you? i'll make you clean my feet with your mouth and you would come untouched wouldn't you?"

oh jeez, don't even make them think about such scenarios, they might not be able to hold on anymore...

"cu-cum! g-gonna.. cum!"

who are you kidding? you've got better things to do than help a gooner chase their high.

you retract your foot. "a shame that you won't get what you want today... i'll leave you here in the open and let everybody see your disgusting state.

"w-wait! please don't... please don't go! i-i need you!"

you're already by the door when they try to reach to you, there's no way you're gonna help them now, they realize.

they're left their sobbing as they try to stand and regain their composure— they don't mind a ruined orgasm, so long as you fuck them up like that again.

scaredy cat yandere who looks and thinks of you like a loving god/goddess— even as you do heinous things to them for your own sadistic pleasure. whipping their body, decorating it with beautiful scars, you think. forcing them to go on all fours so you can use them as a stool. kicking them by the stomach. making them eat food on a dog bowl. all while they are sobbing from fear and anxiety.

oh what a lovely deity you are to them.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader

[indouloureux]

basically you and Joseph are good friends since being cast together on s4. he comes over to your sleeping place one day, and asks you on advice on telling a girl he's known for a while that he likes her. little does oblivious reader know that the girl is us👹. basically you give him advice (choice), and he thanks you and walks out. in legit a minute he walks back into your house and does the thing you advised him to do.

I apologize for the crappy writing, I thought this scenario up at 3 am

THIS IS REALLY FUCKING CUTE SUKSJSKSJS

when he asked if he could come over and "hang out," you don't expect him to be standing like a lost, nervous child in front of you, with his hands on his sides and head ducked low, eyes on his gently tapping feet.

"what's up?" you say, cautiously, like one wrong word and he'd snap into something preternatural.

joseph's head lifts, wide and glossed with nervousness. he offers you what is a forced smile, laughing dryly before he sits on the couch beside you, patting his sweaty palms onto the denim of his jeans. so wet that they'd grown darker than their usual color.

"so, um, i need...advice," he begins, scratching the hair behind his ear. "it's um- relationship. related."

your heart drops to your feet, shattering on the carpeted floor because it didn't need the porcelain tiles to break it's structure. like a film reel does imaginations of joseph with someone else flip like a lugubrious flashback, but you manage to put a feigned surprised smile on your face.

"oh!" you raise your eyebrows. "tell me."

"i want to, um, ask this girl out," he laughs nervously, almost too forced like he's reliving a faux pas inside his head. "she's um, i think you know her."

"well, i hope i do," you match his de rigueur smile, top teeth poking out between your two pink lips to at least show him how genuinely happy you are. and you really are. really, really fucking happy. "because then it'll be easier to know if they'll treat my friend right."

friend friend friend

fucking friend.

"hah. well, um, she's really close with us," joseph's looking at your lap, hand stops scratching the spot behind his ear to gesticulate into the air. "she's, er, really nice. very kind. humor is out of this world. i really think she's the only person who can make me laugh hard other than my dad and, well, jamie."

you bite the scream that tries to escape, maybe you're even trying not to strangle him at the mention of some different girl making him laugh harder than you do. "what else?"

"she makes these, like, pastas that taste horrible but somehow i still love it because, well, she made it," he smiles, shoulder's relaxing into a slump. "we like to— she indulges in all my food tomfoolery. she listens like, like i'm the most important person in the world and...she's the only person who can truly understand me."

you wonder what his words could break if your heart's already broken down his feet. maybe its your lungs, the way the pain tightens the passage and hinders air coming through. or your stomach and the incessant pit that's forming down there. maybe your fingers as you clench them tightly to stop yourself from harming anything.

because after all this time, you thought you'd been that person he's talking about. turns out you were just delusional — your naive self grasping onto the hope that he might have felt the same, when in reality that hope's linked to a chain that leads into a void; where you wish you could fall into than fall for him endlessly despite the pain.

"that's, that's great, jo," you swallow the thorns around your throat, clearing it off. "w-what's the advice again?"

"i wanna ask her out."

"great!" you scratch your eye, joseph watching right on the corner of your vision. "um, well, obviously you have to buy her flowers. or something that she likes, like chocolate? maybe, if she wants that. then knock on her door and ask her out because asking someone over text is just really lazy."

joseph nods, taking a huge puff of breath, the slapping of his hands on his knees snapping you out of your miserable daze. "smart. great thinking. you're really smart, love."

before you say anything, he's pressing a quick, burning kiss on your temple, the aftermath of his fire still sizzling on your skin. he stands up as well, crossing over the carpeted floor in quick strides that by the time you had registered what he's done, he's already putting his coat on.

"wait, where are you going?"

"i'm gonna ask her out."

"today?" he nods. "i thought we were gonna hang out?"

"i'm sorry but i just, really need to do this," he gives you a sad smile. you stand up from the couch, joseph spraying alcohol on his hands before he twists the doorknob. "i'll see you tomorrow, though!"

the word stutters in your mouth, useless when he disappears behind your door. the loud slam is what opens the faucet, unknown to you that there's tears already dripping down your cheeks.

you drown in the sink of self-pity, bottom lip wobbling and sniffling the snot that drips down your nose as you sob, heart broken by someone who wasn't even your boyfriend.

feet dragging across the floor, they lead you to the kitchen where you take out a pint of ice cream — pistachio, the only one you have, which is very ironic. your hands reach for the wooden handle of the kitchen drawer, taking out a spoon for you to take the sorbet into the silver cutlery and eat the dejected ice cream.

but then the door knocks, and you accidentally choke on a sob as you take your ice cream with you, mind believing that it's impossible that it's him because his urgency to leave was quite obvious he was never coming back until tomorrow.

you twist the doorknob, opening it to see him with a box of chocolates tucked between his elbow, a smile so bright like he'd just won the grandest prize of them all.

"hi, will you— are you crying?" his smile falls, lips turned into an upside down crescent of worry, hands gently placing the box on the table to place them on your shoulders. "what's wrong? is that pistachio?"

you don't answer him, feeling the heavy rock around your throat come back and push your tears through again. you let yourself cry in front of him, pint tucked to your chest that the ice melts onto your shirt along with the tears that race down to your neck.

joseph comes in, closing the door behind him as he hugs you like he doesn't expect you to cry, pushing your head to his chest and it's like he wants you to hear his steady heartbeat, each thump a soft whisper asking you to calm down. he's gently shushing, hands running through your hair like he'd always do when you're sad, or when you're asleep in his arms (as a friend.)

"it's — is it because of the date?" joseph murmurs, pushing your arms away so he'd take a better look at you. he tilts his head down to see you better, eyelashes fluttering at his rapid blinks. he's unconvinced when you shake your head. "oh love—"

"did you leave anything behind?" you place the ice cream on the side, leaving the spoon stuck in the thick dessert. tugging on your cheeks to wipe your tears away, he takes your wrists to stop you, holding it down to the space between.

"is it about the date?"

his repetition makes you finally nod your head.

"aw. babe, i— i was going to ask you out."

you blink the tears away from your lashes. "what?"

"i was going to do what you said," he takes the box into his hands. "i was going to come here, with something that you liked and ask you out. it's — it's the only way that i could think of that sounded cute."

the film reel rewinds the way your heart that's left on the carpet has risen to mend itself. but instead of jumping into his arms with dire contact, you punch his shoulder, mad at him for an irrational reason of him giving you a temporary, fake heartbreak.

"you're such a jackass. a dickhead!" he laughs, in pain, rubbing the spot on his shoulder. "you made me cry and thought it was the end of the world."

"i'm sorry," his thumbs wipe the tear stains off your cheeks. "i'm sorry, darling. never again."

joseph pulls you into his chest, head deep into his tactile touch, smiling when he kisses the top of your head. "god. i was about to strangle you when you said someone else made you laugh harder than i do."

"‘m sorry," he chuckles. "now, will you eat these chocolates and go out with me?"

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#joseph quinn blurb #??? #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Lisa, Beidou, Yae, and Noelle reacting to S/O calling them by their name after only using petnames

Lisa responds as she normally would with a 'Yes, dear?' before quickly realizing what S/O said.

Raising a hand to interrupt them, she does a double take.

(Lisa) "...Did...you just call me Lisa?"

(S/O) "Yeah? What's wrong?"

With a soft giggle, she gives them a smile.

(Lisa) "Can you call me that again?"

(S/O) "Lisa?"

(Lisa) "I think that's the first time I've heard you say my name...Hah, now I know how it feels like."

Lisa is very much pleased to hear her name, a bit moreso than she should be.

But like she said, now she knows what it feels like to hear your name instead of 'Cutie'.

Beidou is stunned for a moment hearing her name instead of something along the lines of 'Babe' or whatever.

She is surprisingly quiet, assuming that S/O is being very serious.

Though it ended up being a casual question.

After a brief moment of silence she awkwardly coughs.

(Beidou) "O-Oh. Right, you see I think the best course is to-..."

She continues on as if nothing's wrong, and doesn't really make a big deal out of it.

But...hearing her name said by S/O felt nice, she couldn't deny.

Yae's ears perk up when she hears her name instead of the usual cute nickname, 'Darling'.

Her S/O has her full attention.

Though when it ends up being a 'How are you', she stops them.

(Yae) "Are you just glossing over that, little one?"

(S/O) "Over what?"

(Yae) "Oh, you don't even know, even better!"

S/O is genuinely confused before Yae spells it out for them.

(Yae) "You said my name. I have to congratulate you, you've actually managed to catch me off guard for once." sigh "And it wasn't even anything overly-dramatic or romantic...!"

She playfully sighs with 'disappointment' as she answers back.

Yae doesn't have the same reaction afterwards if she's called by her name again. But, she supposes she could start calling S/O by their name too if they're making an effort.

...Maybe.

Noelle honestly thinks she's in trouble.

She's never heard her name said before, is something wrong?!

Though she's quick to calm down once she realizes they were asking a question.

After answering it, she slightly stutters on her words.

(Noelle) "Um...is there any reason you're saying my name now?"

(S/O) "Because...that's your name?"

(Noelle) "Sorry, you normally just call me your 'Rose', I thought perhaps something was amiss."

(S/O) "Not really. I just wanted to call my rose by her beautiful name is all. That okay, Noelle?"

Noelle begins to blush before nervously giggling.

(Noelle) "Oh! T-Thank you. Yes, I am fine with it!"

Noelle loves the nickname, but hearing her name too gave her all sorts of butterflies in her stomach, considering they usually never call her by name.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #lisa minci #lisa minci x reader #yae miko x reader #yae miko #beidou x reader #beidou genshin impact #noelle genshin impact #noelle genshin impact x reader

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 4

“My life is so bleak without you.”

dazai looked down at you, his hand stroking your head. you looked half asleep, he couldn’t exactly see your face because of your position with your head on his lap, but he was decently sure your eyes were closed. how someone could trust him of all people enough to fall asleep to fall asleep right by him was entirely beyond him.

the two of you casually exchanged words, the time between each comment growing longer as you progressed into the night. and as the two of you grew closer and closer to falling asleep, dazai found his guard beginning to slip. his facade melting away and his true feelings shining through. 

“my life is so bleak without you.”

it came out suddenly. the last time either of you spoke up had to be at least five minutes ago, on the subject of ice cream flavors or something or other. even still, despite being on the brink of unconsciousness you could hear how empty dazai’s voice sounded. dead, cold, and entirely devoid of any humanness. you peeked your eyes open, shifting yourself slightly so you could look him in the face. his expression read the same as his tone, staring at you back with dull brown eyes. if you didn’t know better you might’ve actually feared he was a corpse. the silence stretched on for a little as your drowsy mind struggled to find the right words.

“i… i know you feel that way, but i’m sure you’ll be able to find more that bring you happi-”

“no. you don’t understand. everything else in this world… it means nothing to me. you are the only thing that makes me feel complete. the only thing that makes me feel like an actual person.”

you felt as though you were seeing a dazai you’d never seen before. maybe one that no one had ever seen before. it was strange, terrifying even. so entirely devoid of life or any of the things you’d usually associate with him. so serious. the unwavering eye contact, and blank expression. you weren’t sure what to make of it. part of you wanted to feel happy, to be honored he felt safe enough with you to be willing to be himself. but the rest of you couldn’t help but be genuinely unnerved.

you paused, awkward in the thick silence that had settled over the once peaceful room. he had to have noticed it. the way you didn’t know how to respond. your sudden nervousness. the pressure you felt in that moment, hearing that dazai considered you his only lifeline. dazai’s so smart, he had to know all of what was going through your head. but he didn’t help ease your worries. he didn’t find the words for you or end the conversation there. it was then that you realized you really were trapped in the situation. stuck looking up at him from his lap, unable to even tilt your head away due to his hold. but he didn’t let it end, he kept you with the responsibility of responding, despite your clear discomfort. perhaps he enjoyed it, maybe he even relished in the feeling. of knowing he was the one that made you nervous. knowing he was the one you felt you needed to be there for. knowing that he was the only thing running through your mind at the moment. he savored the few seconds of your panicked silence.

“hah just kidding!” and just like that his cheery voice had fully returned. gone was the dead expression, though his eyes still felt devoid of any of the excitement his smile showed. “i can’t believe you took me so seriously! annnnyways it’s getting late, let’s head to bed, yeah?” 

he scooted you off his lap and walked you to the bedroom. of course, despite your hesitant ‘right’ in acknowledgement of his statement, you didn’t write off the things he had said earlier. but maybe that’s exactly what he wanted. for you to spend your time analyzing his words. trying to decipher his mind. dazai always had a habit of using underhanded tactics. and if confusion and worry was what it took you to stay up late at night thinking only of him? then so be it.

#bsd x reader #yandere bsd #dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere bsd x reader

[listerbirdloml]

for my "give me a word, ill write an IWBFT short on it" the first one we have is Cheese from @0s3manv3rse !! tyvm for commenting :))

theres no real content warning apart from maybe excessive wealth, strong language, angry rowan, and Bradley Walsh. wrote this in twenty minutes pls enjoy. 729 words.

Cheese 

“Did you eat my Gorgonzola?”

“What?”

As Jimmy looks up from his phone and sees the positively miffed look on Rowans face, he can’t help but feel the need to laugh at him. He’s got a pink sheet face mask on with, honest to god, cucumbers under his eyes. But beyond the hydrating sheet, Jimmy can see the creases of his eyebrows and the frown distorting the mouth of the mask.

“Did you eat my Gorgonzola?” He’s holding up an empty container and waving it around. “I got it ordered yesterday. Jimmy, this cheese cost me, I shit you not, five hundred quid.” Jimmy gawks and Rowan ignores him. “I just wanted to try it, and now it’s gone.”

"No, Rowan. I didn’t eat your ridiculously overpriced mouldy cheese.” Jimmy puts his phone down. “You spent five hundred quid on cheese?”

“We all make bad decisions after wine, Jimmy.”

“Heard.” 

They both look at the new addition to the room, a grinning Lister Bird who props himself up on the counter, crossing his legs. He too has a face mask on, blue, with a ridiculous headband pushing his hair out of his face. It has comically large white bunny ears on top, and Jimmy truly doesn’t care to know where or when he got it. but unhelpfully, his brain reminds him of his Halloween costume from the year before.

“Hah hah, very funny.” Rowans tone is dry and rolls his eyes as he continues digging around in the fridge in the hopes that his cheese has simply been misplaced. Jimmy stands next to Lister, so they can both watch him.

“What’s he doing?” Lister asks as he crosses his arms. Jimmy sighs and leans slightly closer to him, his eyes never leaving Rowan.

"He's trying to find his cheese. He thinks I ate it.” Jimmy doesn’t necessarily whisper it, but he doesn’t speak loud enough to alert the occupied rowan. 

Lister has other plans. In a loud, chirpy tone, he happily informs them:

“Oh that? Dude, that reaked! It was all mouldy, so I threw it out.” Jimmy closes his eyes and counts to ten. He misses how Rowan's hands freeze in their shuffling of refrigerated items. His back is tense, and his eyes are also closed. Perhaps he too is counting to ten.

“You what?”

“I threw it out." Lister, as per usual, seems unbothered by the shift in tension. He looks genuinely confused. Jimmy almost feels bad for him. Almost.

“You threw it out?”

“Yeah? Dude, it was rancid. There was lit-“

Rowan peels off the cucumbers one at a time. Objectively, it’s hilarious to watch. But Jimmy is more concerned at the maiming Lister is about to receive to find it in him to audibly laugh. He does, however, have to cover his laugh behind a cough when Rowan also peels off the sheet mask and flings it onto the linoleum floor. His face is shiny with the serum of the mask, but still murderous looking.

Lister now seems to catch onto the tension as he laughs nervously and hops down from the counter. He has his hands out placatingly, and it’s not lost on Jimmy that he’s got them flat palmed. 

“Allister. That cheese was five hundred pounds.” Listers gulps, loudly. He laughs again but it has no humour, only fear. “I bought that five hundred pound cheese to enjoy with my relaxing face mask. I was supposed to be relaxing. We have Celebrity Chase tomorrow, and I intend to win. And to win, I need to relax tonight. Do I look relaxed, Allister? There was three steps to my relaxation. Fancy cheese, fancy wine, and a lovely calming face mask. And now two of those things are ruined. So, I ask again. Do I look relaxed?"

“You look great.” Lister is backing away from them now. “Gorgeous. Definitely the world's second sexiest man. You're glowing, really. I love what you've done with the eyebags. That cucumber worked a treat.” He trips over the bin but ignores it as he keeps making his way to the kitchen door. Rowan is advancing on him.

“Just run.” Lister doesn’t need to hear it from Jimmy twice before he’s turning and bolting down the corridor and up the stairs. Rowan follows him, hot on his heels.

“No murdering; we need him alive!” There is no answer to his call, but a second later, he hears a ridiculously high-pitched scream from Lister. Jimmy just sighs, opens Safari, and looks for replacements for Rowan's cheese.

#I hate cheese #im lactose intolerant #i was born for this #iwbft #alice oseman #osemanverse #the ark #lister bird #jimmy kaga ricci #rowan omondi #writing #mini fic

[scarrypossmscribs]

Sickening Satisfaction || 14dwyOneshot

crazy(?)!Mc, Gn!Mc, cw!child abuse, cw!gore (I dont go too much into detail, tried to leave it vague and up to the readers' interpretation), cw!sadism, may be ooc! All characters, except a few nameless ones, and Rowan, are @cutiesigh's

"Hah..." A tired sigh escapes your lips.

Another day is over... agh.. i could really go for a latte right now.

Stepping out of the library, you tie your hoodie around your waist, the humid, salty air enveloping your body, as the cool feeling of the ac from inside, fades.

As you near your favorite cafe, you see a tall, brown-haired man, yelling at who you think are his two kids. Right outside the cafe.

You glance around confusedly, wondering what happened, and why no one seems to be intervening, or caring about the full blown, one-sided screaming match going on.

The two girls look only about 11 and 8, respectively. Both their expressions mixed.

The older of the two defiantly glaring into the eyes of the man. Their eyes filled with annoyance and anger.

The younger simply staring dazedly at their feet, their hands fiddling nervously behind their back.

You quickly walk over, maybe it's stupid, and none of your business, but something just felt off about the whole thing.

The man notices you walking over to them, and his expression seems to relax.

The older sibling flinches, stepping back to hold the hand of the younger.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you." He smiled calmly, "My kids were just acting up."

"I don't know what they did, sir, but yelling at them like that-" You start, concern in your voice.

"Look, they were being bratty in the cafe, I'm just being a good parent." The man cuts you off sharply, smile wavering, "I'm sure you'd understand if you had kids of your own."

The last sentence came off a bit... condescending. Am I being too sensitive?

A mocking snort comes form the older sibling, as they start walking off, their sibling in tow. The smaller one giving a frightened glance back at their father.

The brown-haired man shakes his head, "Kids are a hassle, haha", he joked, as if he hadn't yelled and screamed at his kids so openly, and instead had teased them and watched them get childishly offended.

Is... Is it normal to brush something like that as a joke?

You mused, weirded out by the encounter.

You stared at the cafe for a few seconds, before realizing your now lack of appetite.

Dismayed, you decided to walk back to your apartment, mulling over what happened along the way.

"It was just.. weird." You trailed off, finishing your story of the whole encounter, "I just feel like.. something was wrong? It that invasive? Am I being nosy or something?" Your voice added quickly, trying to explain the unease you felt.

"N-no! What?" Ren said, reassurance in his voice, "That's a pretty strange way to react after yelling at your kids like that..." he looked off into the distance a bit, as if remembering something, but quickly looked back at you, smiling warmly as they drowned you (ⱠØVł₦₲ⱠɎ) with attention.

You gave them a skeptic look, your thoughts of him having a bias on you written clearly on your face.

"R-really! I-I'm sure if you noticed something was off, y-you're right!" He exclaimed, giving you a shy, but serious, smile.

"Thank you, Ren. Really..." You mumbled, finally believing him, "It means a lot having a friend like you by my side"

"A-anytime, Angel."

His voice echos in your ear, the genuine emotion in those two words, succeeding in making your heart skip a beat.

Quickly excusing yourself for the night, and ending the call, you sigh, hoping they didn't notice your blushing mess of a face before you managed to hang up.

Maybe... he's more than just a friend...

Tapping away on the old, clacky Microsoft Dell keyboard all libraries seem to have, you hear a small *ding*, from the 'Help' desk beside you.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Y/n, how can I assist- " Your voice pauses in shock as you see the same 11-year-old from yesterday, standing before you.

Are they here alone? An 11-year-old? Not even their sister is here...

They seem to notice your weird look, and grip their arm uncomfortably. It's.. much different from the tough persona you saw them take on yesterday.

"...I just needed some help looking for a book, s-sorry." They quickly blurt out. They didn't seem to recognize you from the day before.

"Ah.. sure! And you don't need to apologize, I'm always here to help!" You say with a gentle smile.

They nod, their expression relaxing, giving you an awkward but comfortable smile.

"So what kind of book are you looking for... uh.. sorry, can I get your name?" You asked.

"Oh, it's Rowan, and uh.. maybe a book on...herbs?" Rowans' eyes darted to the left, trying to remember what they needed, "M-More specifically the kind for wounds, broken bones, stuff like that??"

Wounds? Broken bones?

It was concerning for a 11-year-old to be thinking about stuff like this...right?

Something is definitely up, I don't think I can ignore this.

Still, even though you're 100% sure something is up, you lead them to the correct aisle and point out a few on topic books that an 11-year-old could handle.

You hate to remind them of something that might make them uncomfortable, but the question in your head kept rebounding anytime you tried to push it back.

You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the poor kid to run off or to glare coldly at you, refusing to say anything.

"Rowan... I was there yesterday, at the cafe." You tell them, calmly and gently, desperately trying to not make them defensive.

Sadly, your approach doesn't seem to work completely, as their eyes immediately glaze over with a critical look.

"That was you?" Rowan's hands were shoved inside their hoodie pockets, as they bit the corner of their lips in embarrassment. Their face a humiliated and distrustful mix of emotion.

"Ah...yes, it was." You hesitate to talk about it more, but realize that what Rowan is going through... could be serious.

"Rowan, are you okay?" You ask, gently, but seriously.

"I..." They start aggressively, before pausing, their guard against you melting away.

The tough exterior they put up disappeared again, and you saw Rowan for what they truly were, a kid, hurting and in need of help.

"I'm.. not okay." Rowan admitted, their eyes glossing over with unspilt tears, "I.. I hate him. He isn't my dad. He's a monster."

Each word that came out of their mouth stung your heart. You continued to listen, your hate for the brown-haired man growing by the second.

"We stopped by the cafe because he wanted coffee." Rowan said, shakily, wiping away their tears, "We were just hungry and wanted a snack to eat. He didn't have to.. why did he.." Rowan huffed, holding back an angered sob.

"Why don't we go back to my desk and talk about it? I.. could give you some tissues." You suggested.

Rowan nodded, smiling gratefully.

"So that's what happened." You finished, once again telling Ren what happened, biting down angrily on a chocolate croissant (or whatever pastry you prefer).

Ren had a sympathetic look in his eyes, and an un-characteristicly dark frown.

"I-it was kind of you to help them, Angel.", He said, softly, looking at you with affection, "You should definitely report this to Social Services."

You frown, gently disagreeing, "Rowan's mom is too scared to leave him, and I'm sure he could pressure her into lying about how Rowan's sibling got a fractured wrist."

"Their mom would be powerless in a divorce, or a custody battle..." You add, feeling immense helplessness.

You hated to admit it... but you felt like Rowans' father... shouldn't live. It scared you, but you just couldn't see Rowans' father as a thinking, conscious, human being.

What kind of person would break their kids' wrist over asking for a snack?

The dark emotions stirred inside you, refusing to die down.

"Rowan doesn't deserve this, their mom and sibling don't, either." You hissed, "Rowans' father should die.", You say, complete and open, as your feelings of disgust and frustration, mount.

It takes a second for the weight of your words to hit you, and you look up awkwardly at Ren, not knowing what to say, or if you came off a bit too strong.

So you just stuff your mouth with the rest of the croissant, hoping you can both agree to ignore that comment.

Ren looks at you, wide eyed, before breaking the silence, "A-are you.. sure?"

"A- about him deserving to die?", You almost choke, swallowing your food before continuing, "If so.. then yea. I full-heartedly believe that thing... doesn't deserve to live after all the emotional and physical damage he's caused."

Ren looked off the the side, "You're really an angel, aren't you? How could someone as selfless as you exist..", before turning back to smile at you.

"I.. I know s-some people on the d-dark..w-web." He said, sheepishly, before quickly stuttering out a string of apologies, "A-a-a-a... s-sorry! P-please don't ask.. "

"It's fine! I.. I'll do anything to help out that kid. People like that... absolutely disgust me." You mutter with an infuriated tone.

"I..I s-see." Ren, perked up a bit, smiling at you, "I'll p-pick you u-up tomorrow..i-if that works-"

You nod your head, helping Ren clean the table at the cafe you were sitting down at, before leaving the cafe together, and Ren walking you to your apartment.

Closing the door behind you.. you can't help but feel eager.

Eager to rid the world of one less abusive psycho

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Waves of anticipation flow through your hands as you imagine cutting that piece of shit open. Making him feel 10 times the pain he caused to those around him.

The look of despair his pathetic face will have, and how Rowan and their family will be free from that things' clutches, will make everything worth it.

Seems like I've learned a lot about Ren this week

You realized that, while hugging onto his waist, on his motorcycle. A motorcycle you didn't know he had until tonight.

And you didn't really hate having to hold onto his waist though.

He feels way more.. muscle-y than I thought... I mean- it's not like I think about touching him like that-

You snap out of you chain of thought, as Ren gently stops his motorcycle in front of a warehouse.

It's grey concrete walls, dancing with multi-colored graffiti art, seem to call out for you, in some sick, twisted way.

But following Rens' silent lead, you stop at the entrance.

"This...wouldn't be breaking and entering, right? Ironically.. I don't .. want to break the law," You chuckled, a bit nervously.

"Pfft- No.. D-don't worry.. I- M-my f-friend is letting us use this place." Ren said, giving you a reasuring smile, motioning for you to come inside.

The interior of the building was more organized than you imagined, On one side of the warehouse, were operating tables, separated by curtain. And some other medical equipment.

Was that a cell salvage machine??

On the other, was various equipment, some stuff you could recognize, like a tripod camera, and others that were unfamiliar to you. It seemed pretty high-tech , from the look of it all.

With a soft smile on his face, Ren pushed back the curtains in front of one of the operating tables, revealing the brown-haired man.

Rowans' father was gagged and strapped into place, his wide blue eyes staring at you in terror, as muffled pleads tried and failed to escape his mouth.

"There are...tools... on the left." Ren pointed out to you, before setting up a few expensive cameras at different angles, some audio equipment, and (₳₴ ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳₴ ⱧɆ Ⱨ₳₮ɆĐ ₮Ø) handed you a fox mask to keep your identity safe.

Giving them a dumbfounded glance, he smiled (ł₦ ₳₦ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ₳ⱤØɄ₴ɆĐ ₩₳Ɏ) excitedly.

Ren grinned, "I..-I had a great idea, w-while we were on our way here, why not..l-live stream this? A-any donations that come through c-could go to... Rowans' family.." (ⱧɆ ₴₳Ɏ₴ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ⱤɆⱠɄ₵₮₳₦₮ⱠɎ)

Your eyes lit up, and you nod in agreement, about to reply, when-

"MGHHMPPH"

Your captive makes itself known again.

"Livestream started." Ren says with a smile in their tone.

Back to the cameras, you lift the mask onto your face, everything but your (₵ØⱠĐ) eyes hidden from sight.

"Lets start with an eye~." You mumble, loud enough for the mics to pick up, as your oblivious prisoner stares helplessly as you pick up a pin...

3̳.̳.̳.̳

2҉...

1̷.̷.̷.̷

₲₳₥Ɇ ₴₮₳Ɽ₮!

<<The remains of an eye are thrown away into a bucket>>

<<Ren enthusiastically reads a few comments and conditions for donations>>

<<The gag comes off, pained swearing and desperate threats loudly echo in the room>>

<<You equip yourself with a scalpel>>

<<Cries and pleading fill the room>>

<<Ren tries and fails to stifle their laughter>>

<<More ₳₦Đ ₥ØⱤɆ blood fills the bucket>>

<<The chat goes wild>>

<<After 30 minutes, the only sounds in the room are Rens' encouragement and the ₴₵ⱤɆ₳₥ł₦₲ ₳₦Đ ₵ⱤɎł₦₲ Ø₣ ɎØɄⱤ Vł₵₮ł₥>>

<<After 60 minutes, the last ₴ØɄ₦Đ₴ Ø₣ ฿ⱤɆ₳₮Ⱨł₦₲ fade>>

₵Ø₦₲Ɽ₳₮₴!

ɎØɄ ₩ł₦!

#hhh this was a rollarcoaster of emotion #sorry it was a bit long #i wanted to make it good #i spent way too long writing this what is wrong with me #didn't want to make people uncomfy with the gore so I (hopefully) made is less gross and more game-like #14dwy #14dwy ren #14 days with you #!proofreadlater

[fuckmeyer]

I’m certain this is over 500 words but I am dying to hear more about all of this. I genuinely tried to cut but I could not make up my mind - silk tie anon (still workshopping the name here, not sure I want to be know for Edward’s clothing/buns all that bad):

Edward had threaded one hand through my hair and was mindlessly curling strands around his finger, sweeping them off my shoulder, bringing them to his lips. My nails traced mindless patterns on his other hand wrapped around my waist.

The intimacy and burn of his fingers on my skin made me remember with striking emotion how much I missed him touching me, how starved I was.

We breathed in unison. Every other moment, a faint static would pulse down my body. At first, I thought it was him flinching, but it was rhythmic and soft. Like was responding to me. Like our bodies were syncing up. In a good way.

I sighed. “I wish it could be like this all the time.”

He caught my hand in his and brought the back of it to his lips.

“Em’s obsessed with carbon-neutral cabins now,” said Edward. “I should ask him to build us one.”

I could practically hear the smile on him.

Usually, I would balk and respond along the lines of No way, Jose.

Cactus Bella would’ve, anyway.

“That’d be nice,” I said. Edward hmm’d in response, just as surprised by my reaction as I was. “We could watch the sunset every night. It’d have to have a tiny art studio, though. With a view.”

“Yes. Art studio in the attic, recording studio in the basement.”

“And a library.”

“The rest of the house is a library. Every room has at least one floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.”

“And we could decorate and hang up pictures. And we’d never pay rent.”

“And I would make tea for you every morning and dinner for you every night. We would stay there for weeks at a time.”

“Months.”

“Years.”

“Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoed. It sounded off.

The sun dropped into the horizon.

“Twilight, again,” I remembered him saying at prom. “No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end….”

At prom, it had sounded romantic.

Here, it haunted me.

We didn’t speak. Only dying birdsongs and classical music filled the silence.

Before he could wallow in his forever comment, I asked, “So what's on the menu for tonight?” gesturing with my head to the tiny stereo. “Wagner, to celebrate my being done reading that freak Nietzsche?”

“Hah hah. As if this was remotely Wagnerian.” For a moment he tensed underneath me; his faltering chuckle returned. “I was wondering when you’d say something. What do you think?”

It was the smoothest-sounding music I’d ever heard—that’s what I thought. Every note was correct and on key and on beat and every instrument played with exact preciseness. It felt more like the whole song was just one fluid, resonating harmonic note to the next. A dream. A fantasy.

What set it apart were the colors. They jumped off the track. Purples and orangey-yellows, mostly, but the piano sounded like the greenest grass Forks had ever grown.

“Unedited thoughts only,” he warned me.

“You know what it reminds me of?” I said, patting his knee. “Debussy. With a little Emile Pandolfi zhuzh to it. Or like if Rachmaninov woke up one day and decided to write something a little more understated.”

“Classical influences with modern touches.”

“Exactly.”

“Dramatic?”

“In good way. Y’know? Not so cloying and loud.”

“Calmer.”

“Yeah. Less struggle. If that makes sense.”

“Interesting.” He tried keeping an even face but his eyes lit up. He nuzzled his face into my collar. “But the real question: do you like it?”

“Hell yeah. That’s my biased opinion. You know I like your recs.”

“Except Bobby Vinton.”

“Fifties trash,” I said with a dismissive shrug, “what can you say?”

“I’d say your taste in men is better than your taste in music, and that’s not saying much.”

His voice was jovial—and false.

—No, not false.

Shaken with a sheepish nervousness. Embarrassment?

I laid back against his chest. Puzzle pieces assembled in my head, so loud and clear I would assume he could hear me coming to my conclusions.

Edward was nervous.

All night, he’d been nervous.

The good kind of nervous.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll bite. Tell me.”

Laying against him, I could feel excitement coursing through him.

“Hm?”

“There’s a speech you’re not telling me,” I said. Edward broke into a smile but looked down so I wouldn’t see it. The anticipation he carried with him felt like live wires on my skin. “You’re dying to say it. Mhm. Something overwrought. Or some super nerdy, esoteric lecture, I bet. Yeah. The blues speech. The classical music. There’s a theme going on here.” He laughed. “Tell me. Who’s this dead guy and why do I care?”

“The tongue on you.” His lips kissed my temple, tickled the shell of my ear when he spoke. “That dead guy is me, thank you very much.”

“Huh?” I whipped around to face him with an open-mouthed smile. “No way.”

“Yes, way. Wrote and performed.”

“This? Really? You wrote this? Really?” As I talked, I moved to straddle him, my hands on his shoulders, the side of his neck. Brassy golds and jewel-toned purples swirled through the music drifting between us. “That’s so cool!”

This, like everything else about Edward, seemed otherworldly in its grace and beauty. It felt like listening to the future of music—refined to an even higher degree of perfection.

Of course this was his.

“Is it so hard to believe?”

Now my hands played nervously with the locks of his hair that sat at the nape of his neck. “No, it’s just, you said you hadn't written anything since the 70s, and the colors are just—I mean it’s perfect, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but, just—wow."

"Eloquent as always."

"This is amazing work. Wow!” It felt like I radiated so much joy, my cheeks burned. “Congratulations, oh my god. It’s great. It’s brilliant. I take back all the ‘dead guy, don’t care’ stuff. Lecture me up.”

“You assume I have more to say?”

I snickered, raking my hand through his hair and pulling on it. He purred. “Six words? You? Please,” I said, and he laughed. “What d’you got for me? Historical context? Music theory? Behind-the-scenes anecdote? You gotta unedit, y’know.”

Getting Edward to share any of his compositions had been, up until now, impossible. He had informed me several times he hadn’t written anything since the 1970s. Any time I’d ask, he’d just come up with some medley of songs by others, or he’d improvise.

“It’s a lullaby.” Beat. “Your lullaby.” Another beat. “I wrote it for you.”

I blinked. Stilled.

“For me?” My hand fell back to his chest, leaving his hair a wild, sculpted mess. Edward watched my face fall and eyes drift toward the speaker; his brows knit. “A lullaby? For me?”

Edward laughed, nervous, and pressed a button on the stereo.

"Happy birthday," he murmured to me.

Instruments jumped into that first note, springing to life with a harmonized breathlessness that reminded me of sky blue, lavender, spots of gold, and brown. An overwhelming, bright, vibrant first measure calmed into a languid, inquisitive piano.

Oftentimes, a song would have competing colors, for better or for worse. Anything I wanted to paint would require several relistenings and a full-on moodboard before the oil would ever hit the canvas.

Art supplies were expensive—you had to be sure of your vision.

But this. This was gorgeous. Like it had been written with the intention of being ready for the canvas.

For me.

“It’s been in my mind for a while now. At first, they were just bits of melodies you’ve given me from our time together. The happy, sunny times.”

“Like a tapestry of little memories?” I joked, voice thick with emotion.

“In the middle of the night, if you start tossing, I hum it to you. I think you like it. It calms you down.” He grinned. “You stop trying to kick me, anyway.”

“Which memories did you use?”

“G-minor, when you first spoke to me—that was the first measure. The first night I stayed over. Picking wild blackberries for you on the way to the meadow. And— Do you remember the second time we took the truck to that forest a couple miles north of Goat Rocks?” I frowned. “In July? We played Nickel Nock in the truckbed? You were asking about the—"

“Fireflies,” we finished in unison. I laughed. “Duh!” I told him it’d been the first time I’d seen one in person. Edward turned off the lamp and caught one for me in his hands just so I could see it up close. I smiled wide. “The little chimes in background. Is that them? The fireflies?”

“Perceptive.”

Tears threatened to spill over; I wiped one away from the corner with my thumb.

hey Silk Buns anon, you can choose your own nickname as far as i'm concerned. i love you

COME NIGHTFALL CHAPTER 3: DATE - DVD COMMENTARY

[i haven't read this chapter since i posted it lmao OOP-]

Edward had threaded one hand through my hair and was mindlessly curling strands around his finger, sweeping them off my shoulder, bringing them to his lips. My nails traced mindless patterns on his other hand wrapped around my waist.

The intimacy and burn of his fingers on my skin made me remember with striking emotion how much I missed him touching me, how starved I was.

We breathed in unison [ok but fr breathing in unison w/ ur partner is relaxing as fuck]. Every other moment, a faint static would pulse down my body. At first, I thought it was him flinching, but it was rhythmic and soft. Like was responding to me. Like our bodies were syncing up. In a good way.

[it's wild how many hints i dropped about the mating bond. i was resolved to put it in the fic because it was an unexplored part of smeyer's lore & an interesting creative challenge (much like imprinting, although that's more about fixing mistakes than fleshing out a concept). but i didn't have the mechanics of mating hammered out at all. details like this are fun to come back to because they ended up fitting perfectly.]

I sighed. “I wish it could be like this all the time.”

He caught my hand in his and brought the back of it to his lips.

“Em’s obsessed with carbon-neutral cabins now,” said Edward. “I should ask him to build us one.” [something something By Starlight Chapter 9: Envoy]

I could practically hear the smile on him.

Usually, I would balk and respond along the lines of No way, Jose.

Cactus Bella would’ve, anyway. [Cactus Bella should have come back]

“That’d be nice,” I said. Edward hmm’d in response, just as surprised by my reaction as I was. “We could watch the sunset every night. It’d have to have a tiny art studio, though. With a view.” [this would be in the attic]

“Yes. Art studio in the attic [HEY!!!!], recording studio in the basement.”

“And a library.” [i picture them having a tiny cabin with a loft, lots of plants, artwork, cozy chairs, one of those little roller ladders for their library, & tons of windows that overlook the forest below. i'm projecting my own desires btw]

“The rest of the house is a library. Every room has at least one floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.” [get you a fanfic Edward Cullen who says "YES, AND"!!!]

“And we could decorate and hang up pictures. And we’d never pay rent.” [i can't imagine how much Bella hates dealing with landlords. from her describing her experiences delivering Renee's late rent to telling Phil to pay rent early to "get the landlord off Renee's back" to her doing DIY plumbing repairs, it feels like she does everything in her power to avoid getting a landlord in her hair. honestly, mood.]

“And I would make tea for you every morning and dinner for you every night. We would stay there for weeks at a time.”

“Months.”

“Years.”

“Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoed. It sounded off.

The sun dropped into the horizon.

“Twilight, again,” I remembered him saying at prom. “No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end….”

[so interesting, this shift we see in Edward by the end of Come Nightfall/beginning of By Starlight. in ITA he insists there is an end to all things (especially the self). contrast this with BS Chapter 1: Ultimatum where he insists Bella isn't terminal. he's able to rationalize that he can't keep Bella, but the more he falls in love with her, the less he wants to stand by his assertion that there is an end to all things...]

At prom, it had sounded romantic.

Here, it haunted me.

We didn’t speak. Only dying birdsongs and classical music filled the silence.

Before he could wallow in his forever comment, I asked, “So what's on the menu for tonight?” gesturing with my head to the tiny stereo. “Wagner, to celebrate my being done reading that freak Nietzsche?” [i was reading The Gay Science at the time. sadly, the book does not cover homosexuality]

“Hah hah. As if this was remotely Wagnerian.” For a moment he tensed underneath me; his faltering chuckle returned. “I was wondering when you’d say something. What do you think?”

It was the smoothest-sounding music I’d ever heard—that’s what I thought. Every note was correct and on key and on beat and every instrument played with exact preciseness. It felt more like the whole song was just one fluid, resonating harmonic note to the next. A dream. A fantasy.

[in the early stages of drafting these fics, i list bullet points of things that i think would be cool to write. at the climax of New Moon, instead of exposing himself to humans, i thought it'd be fun if Edward had turned Bella's lullaby into an anti-Volturi operatic work that he would play throughout Volterra on St Marcus' Day. not all ideas are good ideas]

What set it apart were the colors. They jumped off the track. Purples and orangey-yellows, mostly, but the piano sounded like the greenest grass Forks had ever grown. [Bella has chromesthesia. light spoilers?, this comes back later]

“Unedited thoughts only,” he warned me.

“You know what it reminds me of?” I said, patting his knee. “Debussy. With a little Emile Pandolfi zhuzh to it. Or like if Rachmaninov woke up one day and decided to write something a little more understated.”

“Classical influences with modern touches.”

“Exactly.”

“Dramatic?”

“In good way. Y’know? Not so cloying and loud.”

“Calmer.”

“Yeah. Less struggle. If that makes sense.”

“Interesting.” He tried keeping an even face but his eyes lit up. He nuzzled his face into my collar. “But the real question: do you like it?”

“Hell yeah. That’s my biased opinion. You know I like your recs.”

“Except Bobby Vinton.” [deleted a whole scene about Bella and Edward arguing over how much Bobby Vinton sucks, so this was my compromise]

“Fifties trash,” I said with a dismissive shrug, “what can you say?” [SO true bestie]

“I’d say your taste in men is better than your taste in music, and that’s not saying much.” [HEY!]

His voice was jovial—and false.

—No, not false.

Shaken with a sheepish nervousness. Embarrassment?

I laid back against his chest. Puzzle pieces assembled in my head, so loud and clear I would assume he could hear me coming to my conclusions.

Edward was nervous.

All night, he’d been nervous.

The good kind of nervous.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll bite. Tell me.”

Laying against him, I could feel excitement coursing through him.

“Hm?”

“There’s a speech you’re not telling me,” I said. Edward broke into a smile but looked down so I wouldn’t see it. The anticipation he carried with him felt like live wires on my skin. “You’re dying to say it. Mhm. Something overwrought. Or some super nerdy, esoteric lecture, I bet. Yeah. The blues speech. The classical music. There’s a theme going on here.” He laughed. “Tell me. Who’s this dead guy and why do I care?” [this Eleanor Shellstrop-ass line]

“The tongue on you.” His lips kissed my temple, tickled the shell of my ear when he spoke. “That dead guy is me, thank you very much.”

“Huh?” I whipped around to face him with an open-mouthed smile. “No way.”

“Yes, way. Wrote and performed.”

“This? Really? You wrote this? Really?” As I talked, I moved to straddle him, my hands on his shoulders, the side of his neck. Brassy golds and jewel-toned purples swirled through the music drifting between us. “That’s so cool!”

This, like everything else about Edward, seemed otherworldly in its grace and beauty. It felt like listening to the future of music—refined to an even higher degree of perfection.

Of course this was his.

“Is it so hard to believe?”

Now my hands played nervously with the locks of his hair that sat at the nape of his neck. “No, it’s just, you said you hadn't written anything since the 70s, and the colors are just—I mean it’s perfect, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but, just—wow." [Edward likely doesn't know she has synesthesia, considering how much of herself she's hidden from him pre-breakup.]

"Eloquent as always."

"This is amazing work. Wow!” It felt like I radiated so much joy, my cheeks burned. “Congratulations, oh my god. It’s great. It’s brilliant. I take back all the ‘dead guy, don’t care’ stuff. Lecture me up.”

“You assume I have more to say?”

I snickered, raking my hand through his hair and pulling on it. He purred. “Six words? You? Please,” I said, and he laughed. “What d’you got for me? Historical context? Music theory? Behind-the-scenes anecdote? You gotta unedit, y’know.” [it's crazy to go back to these earlier scenes and hear this Bella talk. there's such a stark difference imo between pre- & post-breakup Bella. in By Starlight, she's sounds more mature, somber, careful with her words, closer to canon. i can def see why readers abandon these works lmao]

Getting Edward to share any of his compositions had been, up until now, impossible. He had informed me several times he hadn’t written anything since the 1970s. Any time I’d ask, he’d just come up with some medley of songs by others, or he’d improvise.

“It’s a lullaby.” Beat. “Your lullaby.” Another beat. “I wrote it for you.”

I blinked. Stilled.

“For me?” My hand fell back to his chest, leaving his hair a wild, sculpted mess. Edward watched my face fall and eyes drift toward the speaker; his brows knit. “A lullaby? For me?”

Edward laughed, nervous, and pressed a button on the stereo.

"Happy birthday," he murmured to me.

Instruments jumped into that first note, springing to life with a harmonized breathlessness that reminded me of sky blue, lavender, spots of gold, and brown. An overwhelming, bright, vibrant first measure calmed into a languid, inquisitive piano.

Oftentimes, a song would have competing colors, for better or for worse. Anything I wanted to paint would require several relistenings and a full-on moodboard before the oil would ever hit the canvas.

Art supplies were expensive—you had to be sure of your vision.

But this. This was gorgeous. Like it had been written with the intention of being ready for the canvas.

For me.

“It’s been in my mind for a while now. At first, they were just bits of melodies you’ve given me from our time together. The happy, sunny times.”

“Like a tapestry of little memories?” I joked, voice thick with emotion.

“In the middle of the night, if you start tossing, I hum it to you. I think you like it. It calms you down.” He grinned. “You stop trying to kick me, anyway.”

“Which memories did you use?”

“G-minor, when you first spoke to me—that was the first measure. The first night I stayed over. Picking wild blackberries for you on the way to the meadow. [i've always thought this Edward had some crow-ass behavior going on. like he'll just show up at Bella's window with a handful of berries or a shiny pebble or a tiny flower and be like, "i come bearing gifts (caw)"] And— Do you remember the second time we took the truck to that forest a couple miles north of Goat Rocks?” I frowned. “In July? We played Nickel Nock in the truckbed? You were asking about the—"

“Fireflies,” we finished in unison. I laughed. “Duh!” I told him it’d been the first time I’d seen one in person. Edward turned off the lamp and caught one for me in his hands just so I could see it up close. I smiled wide. “The little chimes in background [WINDCHIMES BAYBEEE]. Is that them? The fireflies?”

“Perceptive.”

Tears threatened to spill over; I wiped one away from the corner with my thumb.

send me 500 words of my fanfic & i will give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet

#thank you!! #asks #come nightfall #fanfic dvd commentary

[bardly-working]

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oh no it actually happened who could have foreseen—

Okay: the KeptoloFic (in which Caduceus cooks mushrooms for dinner in episode 81 and Essek thinks he's being propositioned)

Essek arrives as expected with a bottle of wine in his hand (this one the Quellarin Erthajas, 819pd), admittedly already a little tipsy.  Which is, frankly, an extreme anomaly for his visits to Bazzoxan.  Thank the light Verin doesn’t seem to notice Essek’s slightly muddle-headed state, as he’s busy putting things away, not at all minding his older brother teleporting into the middle of his living quarters. “Heeeey, Essek!”  He sounds like he’s in a good mood.  This is going to be awful.  They settle into the routine, opening the bottle, pouring the wine, Verin pulling out whatever soup he’d had ready at the time.  A nice little calm before the storm that is sure to come.  Gods, if there was ever he’d needed Verin’s advice and deeply did not want it, it was now. “Oh, how’d that dinner with your exotic mercenaries go?” “It, ah… it actually…”  Essek sets the bottle down on the table and tries desperately not to blush.  Verin laughs triumphantly, delighting (as he always does) in poking fun at Essek. “Hah! It’s fine, I know, Essek.  I am only teasing,” Verin laughs and raises his glass in an apologetic mock-toast. Essek, despite his nervousness over what he is about to say, manages to hold a Prestidigitation cantrip for what will surely happen next as Verin takes a sip. “I think they might have been trying to seduce me? Verin spits out his wine all over Essek, the table, and the already stained rug below them.  Essek and the table are clean within two seconds.  The rug will simply have to be Verin’s punishment. “Dalni, you cannot be serious.” “I admit I am not certain, but I am…” Essek feels himself blushing and holds his wine glass to his lips.  “Well, I am certainly not drawing the conclusion from nowhere.” “Oh, you have evidence, I take it?” Great.  Wonderful.  Verin is already enjoying this far too much. “I… they have invited me for dinner many times.  I took it as a courtesy, but they were so persistent in this that I believed it genuine until eventually I… I stopped by.  With wine.” “You brought them wine!” “I brought the Solvia Groves Diamond.” “No!  Vintage?” “...The 786.” Verin absolutely cackles, his face a mixture of shock and delight and disbelief.  “Sweet light!  This is all we could have hoped for: my big brother!  The seducer of the Imperial Hordes!” “Shut up, Verin.  Only two of them are even from the Empire—” “He shall cut a mighty swath through the enemy armies, not with his sword, but with his staff!  The 786, you brought them!” “Verin, I will stick your shoes to the ceiling with you still in them.”

send me a 👀 and I’ll post a snippet from a WIP that I never got around to finishing this year.

#cr fanfic #essek thelyss #verin thelyss #mighty nein #essek is fully panicking thinking the entire M9 are hitting on him #actually caduceus just cooks with a lot of mushrooms and doesnt know that those are the symbol of the old Drow deity of seduction

[pkmntrainertrix]

MWEHEHEH!! Looks like this Halloween was a success after all!

[There is a link attached. It’s an archive of a livestream. Click on it?]

The video opens with the camera pointing at a guy. Without even saying anything, you can tell he sounds like an influencer. He seems to be standing at the edge of a forest.

“Alright viewers! Moderator and I are here live from the base of Reverse Mountain!” He speaks in a very animated way, full of energy and coated in a thick layer of excitement. When he says the name “Moderator” there’s a happy chirp that almost sounds like it’s coming from the camera.

“Hold onto your hats for this one folks, because the paranormal investigation we’re taking part of today is a strange one!” He gestures for the camera to follow him, and begins walking into the forest.

“Right! So a few years back, there was a report of a torn up campsite. Looked like some massive pokemon had torn through the place, but police never found out what it was. Nor did they figure out the people the campsite belonged to. It’s said that on a few nights of the year, whatever did that to those people roams these woods! And we’re going to find it.”

The air is silent, aside from the sound of the streamer’s idle chitchat and a slight breeze. There’s not a pokemon in sight as a light appears in the distance.

“… ‘turn around’ ‘look behind you’ oh is there something there?” The steamer reads his live chat and turns. Sure enough there’s a bright purple flame in the distance. He doesn’t say anything, but takes a step towards it. The flame goes out.

He laughs nervously.

“Eh, haha. Weird. But uh- maybe it’s trying to get us to come that way-“ He stops mid sentence and pales. There’s a worried chirp from behind the camera, and it moves closer to him.

“No Moderator. It’s fine. Just… did you hear that? It… sounded like a sob.” The camera shook like it was saying no.

“… right! Let’s keep going then! Some Litwick in the woods won’t scare me away!” He continues ahead. The camera follows hesitantly behind.

After a few minutes of walking, they stumble onto a campsite. There’s nothing but dying orange embers and torn supplies. A sleeping bag hangs halfway out of a huge gash in the tent.

“Wow. Real big thing most have come through here huh chat? What do you all think it is?… ‘Druddigon.’ I think it was an Urasring!’ ‘Clearly this is the work of a very angry Liepard’ Hah! Must have been one pissed off Liepard then…” He pauses for a second to think. Right as the streamer goes to say something, a loud cry cuts through the air. Both the camera and the influencer flinch.

“Okay, surely you all heard it this time right?? Right??” The camera quickly shook its head yes. He thought for a second.

“How- how about I leave it for a vote? Yeah, yeah. Good idea! Vote on if I should go see it or not!” The poll graphic is shown on screen. Almost instantly, the percent of people who want him to continue jumps way up. The streamer tries to act like it’s just a big joke and his fear is the punchline, but it’s clear there’s something out of his control going on here. The poll ends, and he sighs.

“Man you guys want to kill me huh? Alright. Cmon Moderator let’s get going.” The dead leaves crunch underfoot as the two slowly approach the source of the noise.

There’s a large… thing. Sitting in a clearing. It has long black fur around its neck and covering its eyes, blue scales for skin, long lanky arms and legs tipped with claws, and a strong jaw full of teeth. It’s crying. Long, painful breaths draw up and release as loud cries. The camera closely watches it for a minute, before turning to look at the streamer. He looks genuinely terrified. The monster in front of him scares him so much his body is shaking. Once again the camera approaches to try and comfort him.

“No, no! Moderator stop that! Keep away!” The creature’s head snaps up. A long, slimy tongue lolls out of its mouth. It jumps up, and bolts over. The streamer screams, throwing what looks to be an Ultraball at the monster. It catches the ball in its mouth and shatters it to pieces with one crunch, causing the influencer to scream and run towards the camera as the video abruptly ends.

#//i am not proofreading this I am so tired💗oh my god. #pokeblogging #rotumblr #pkmn irl #long post

[teresalace]

💲🐖 Put Your Money where your mouth is. Oink. (Female OC x Paypig reader)

• Warnings: Paying behaviour, human ATM, money slave to a femdom, soft femdom, blackmail, non consensual humiliation and soft financial domination, soft bullying, the femdom is my female OC. SFW.

∆ MINORS DNI? Viewer discretion is advised. Safe for work. ∆

Summary: You were going to be owned, completely, financially by a bratty bachelorette who shoves you past your limit and wallet to entertain her at her own party.

🥴 Author's Note: First time writing more humiliation stuff (fun fact I am slightly stressed so gimme your monei) hope it's good guys and happy Halloween!! 1.9k words!💲💲💲And to Yall little cash piggies, send my Kofi or paypal some love and plenty of cash 🥱just do it cause piggies don't get a say so, I do.

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It isn't love at first sight but a deep reverence when you lay eyes on… Her. Lucky for you, you aren't going broke anytime. Famous last words until paycheck day.

"Like, honestly," the redhead woman clicks her tongue, tone deliciously condescending. "I'm doing YOU a favour."

Laura fingers the stack of random dollar bills on the high bar table across from you, taking her sweet time counting all your hard earned cash right in front of your sweat dripping face.

"See how good I'm treating your– Hah!– I mean, it's MY money now. You should practise more gratitude in your life before someone else does it better for you." Like a slave, you find yourself nodding along agreeingly to a woman you barely knew.

She sounds pleased with herself for a second as she mentally totalled the amount in her hands, then a flicker of her smokey gaze sets on you in hardened dissatisfaction and your body shivers in delightful cold sweat. The good kind that buries itself in the lower part of your jeans. You never knew you could be this turned on in your life.

Helplessly, your eyes track her newly bridal manicures combing through the money you tributed her, as she hums along to the song being played overhead, a classic nude shade matching her cocktail dress though tastefully chosen– you know in your heart of hearts that it could've been done better. She could've and should be treated to better things. 

A goddess like her, albeit a not-so-single stranger you just met and got pressured into joining the fun, deserves even more. 

Exaggeratingly you clear your throat to be heard over the surrounding chatter, heart hammering in it when you gesture politely to her hands. "Can I pay for your nails? When you want new ones, of course." 

In nervous wait, you dare not to make eye contact until sensing her sharp gaze on you.

Her electric pink lips purse upwards before she releases a genuine laugh at you, making her abundant auburn curls bounce over her bare shoulders. "Awww how sweet… Oh you would like to, now wouldn't you?"

Laura checks her nails under the soft light like she's assessing how much of your offer is deserving of her acceptance… Not that you would know what a goddess like her is thinking, you could only anxiously (and excitedly) guess in your stuffy seat. 

"Well? Don't waste my precious time, it's nothing like yours." She snaps, one hand tightly gripping the tribute money while she pointedly looks at her empty open palm expectantly and beckoning for more. More of the hidden money in your large pockets.

Hesitantly, with an obvious nervousness at this interaction, you fished out a large crisp bill from your wallet and placed it carefully in her open palm. Hoping the amount would please her.

- $1000 

"Wow… Wooooww, I can't believe you're trying to be a smartass little piggy," Laura scoffs viciously, easily crumbling the bill in her hand to make a show of her point.

The degrading nickname she called you had sent multiple electric waves down to your… growing arousal.

"A thousand dollars isn't nearly enough for the kind of nails I want. I can't believe you tried to trick me, Me. Do you know who I am?!" 

Your mind instantly answers that she is a goddess, unlike your delayed mouth. "N-No?" Crap.

"A worthless virgin piece of shit like you should be bowing to me right now, heck, you should feel grateful for every second you BREATHE in my air. Get down on your knees, pig." There was a slight mutter of disgust beneath her breath as her ruby lips curled in displeasure, sending you to instantly bow forwards and fall onto your knees like a loose Russian doll. 

Her disgust further grew at the sight of your eager and willing display to please her.

No doubt some of the bar patrons' curious gazes skirt to you like, some bubbles of laughter towards your display of obedience while most ignored what was going on. You just became another piece of entertainment for an uncaring and leering audience.

"Hmph. At least you can listen, that's not too bad… But I can't believe you're actually doing this. This is so embarrassing for you, ugh." Laura giggled almost delightfully into her hand after a quick glance down at you by her feet. 

"Now go make yourself a little useful and get me and my girlfriends some bottles."

And you did. The server coming by had to bend down to take your order from your position on the floor, an uncomfortable look from them all the while smiling professionally.

Laura didn't talk to you for the rest of the party, just chit chatting with the ladies and other people with a full glass of bubbly. It was difficult to convince yourself to change sitting positions to relieve the burning numbness in your thighs and legs when you'd sense Laura's overwhelming grey gaze over you as if to check whether or not you listened well. 

The smallest quirk of her auburn eyebrows gave you the feeling while she wasn't exactly pleased- she had approved, even without sparing another word. The tingles across your spine from knowing that was wonderful.

You felt that hours must've passed but in reality the night had just begun.

Excusing herself for the restroom, Laura got off the bar stool and in the process accidentally her heels half-stepping on your thigh, gifting you sharp and hard pain. She let out a laugh as she disappeared to the back of the bar while you swear you could still feel the indent and shape of her stiletto heels.

A cute mousy woman looks down at you with eyes shining in concern before returning her attention to the rest of her drunken friends at the table. "Don't you guys think she's being a little mean to that poor man?" 

The drunkest woman hiccuped and smacked the table, loudly scoffing. "Oh please! He wants to be here, it's his choice- if you were really worried about him then you would've tried to pull us all away from here. But you didn't, so it's not that bad." 

"A pathetic fuck is what that is, the poor guy." Another friend of Laura's laughed snidely, downing a shot from the third round of drinks that you paid for. 

You were just there, an existing humiliation as the conversation continued to flow above your head— soon enough the women forgot about you as more desserts and colourful drinks were served

Meant the lighter your wallet felt, it didn't matter because you loved every throbbing second of it. 

You were becoming Laura's personal walking ATM machine. Disposable.

.   .   .

Sephora shopping sprees with a group of beautiful women sounds like a dream come true, especially when you've been dragged along by Laura every week– it wasn't a problem after the first month or so but she ignored your tiny protests to meet her despite her knowing you had work today. It's not as if she cared about you or your hard-on.

 Nothing stopped her from pressuring you to call in sick like a 'loser pig' while the invisible pressure belted around your neck squeezed pleasurably tighter as Laura verbally forced you to spend more than your consented limit.

Looks like you were going to have to cancel the restaurant reservations for your nieces and nephews or survive off the impending doom of pennies remaining in your bank account.

The only thing you couldn't cancel was the uncomfortably taunt and hardcore boner taped against your inner thigh. An order by Laura and her friends for shits and giggles. 

They never checked to see or asked if you really listened to their words. They didn't need to. 

You know they don't give a shit about you, the fact cementing itself pleasurably in your mind as none of your messages to your mistress received any replies. She only texts you the necessary details, nothing more and you loved it.

— 'Ashlee Avenue. Raven's spa. Tomorrow 4 PM.' 

'Yes, Madame.' The only appropriate response.

.   .   .

But there are unfortunate times where you've made her unhappy. Just to what extent, you were about to find out her wrath. 

On the pristine marble flooring of her bedroom in her shared penthouse. Her fiancè at the pool, lounging under the sun and barely batting an eye when you were ordered around. 

"I'll say this once nicely, piggy, since you're going to be MY pig and anything I own should have somewhat of a brain cell left in their pathetic skulls. Am I right?" Laura's voice viciously echoed in the large room, her auburn hair lit like an intimidating smouldering flame against the entirely white walls and decor.

"Y-Yes, Madame." Instantly you answer obediently.

"Good, good! See you're not so stupid, piggy… Understand this from now onwards, if you aren't making me happy or trying to, then I'm gonna have to be the big bad wolf and blow you away." Laura let out half a cackle at her own joke before collecting her composure and continuing, looking down her sharp nose at your dog seated position in plain judgement.

She slowly lowers herself to a deep squat, serious eyes levelling an inch right above yours as she leans in slightly close, wrinkling her nose at the 'stench' of your pathetic desperation to be fully hers. Her next words almost took you out of consciousness from the shock and pleasurable terror. 

"I'll blow your fucking reputation to the ground by posting about you attempting to fuck me, Mr Assistant manager, an engaged woman. You can say bye bye to your career and family if you even have any. The fucking point is, I'll destroy everything you're apart of and make sure your name is too ruined for you to get back up on your feet—" 

Laura cut herself off for a short intake of breath, playfully glaring at you as if you had tired her mouth. "So if I were you, unless you want your boss finding out about you trying to steal somebody's wife, be ready to oink whenever I call for you. It's simple instructions just like opening that big fat wallet of yours for me, don't you agree, little piggy?"

"Y..Yes—" Her glare narrowed on you in warning. "— Uh, oink. Oink!" 

Your brain must've fried itself on the high dosage of dopamine and horniness as you realised you were sounding out the words instead of making the actual noises a pig would. It was pathetic either way, your attempts too.

"Oh you can do better than that, I know you can." She tutted, smug in her absolute power over you. "But… practice does make perfect. Animals like you need to remember their place. Now next time oink louder, cheap piggy." 

For her, you did. 

🐖🐖🐖

Within the year, you've 20 000 dollars tributed to your Mistress. Everything was worth it but nobody could ever find out about the true degenerate that you are.

"Piggy piggy," a lazy beach-themed manicure hand beckons you to come closer on all fours towards the edge of the swaying hammock, the rough sand beneath grinding painfully into your bare knees and palms as you did your best efforts to oink despite the delicious exhaustion.

Laura admires her nails under the bright sunlight and barely acknowledged you, as your nose caught the faintest whiff of the expensive feminine perfume you've bought for her clinging onto her slightest tanned skin. "You still got your savings right?" 

"Oink oink oink!" You hoped your voice conveyed an eager 'yes.' 

"Good, good. You'd be even more useless to me if you're penniless so soon. I've drained one of your wallets high and dry huh?" She laughs without a care in the world, as she should.

"Oink oink!!!"

Yes, Mistress. 

End.

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[chaotic-nick]

𝐇𝐮𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬

Note: Trying a new format because I'm out of banner ideas and they've been feeling repetitive

Wordcount: 1164

Warnings: Talks of a suicide attempt throughout the oneshot [I wrote this for myself on my attempt's one year anniversary]

A realisation of a different kind set in as her eyes followed the red car driving by until it turned to the side. It was one that made her sigh— just a sigh because she wanted to and hugged her legs as her chin rested on the top of her knees. Of all the times she could’ve had such a thought, it occurred so abruptly when she sat on the side of the quiet streets outside, facing the many food stands and when she was with Miche, too. “I’m still here.” Today would’ve been a different day for all the people who knew her. An unwanted event, almost.

Not a normal summer’s afternoon. She had been too lost in her own amazement for going as far as forgetting what was almost her death anniversary to even feel his presence, standing above her. Mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed. “Shi~t, you and Erwin are two different types of weird.”

And there he was. Wearing his always so mischievous look, two cones in his hand. Sitting down next to her, the cone that looked so small in his hold was suddenly bigger when he extended his arm to give to her.“This is for you— and no, you’re no. You’re only gaining energy you lost.”

He was something. Somehow always making her forget about the many bad things that could’ve happened to her. “Oh, how much was this—”

“No. It’s for your . . .” a brief moment of nervousness for not having an answer other than wanting to see a genuine smile on her face, ”planks, they’ve been looking well.” 

Nodding, she looked down at the cone. Surprised that he ordered her favourites, still remembering them after being gone for work. Miche had his eyes through her, waiting for a smile as he shoved spoonfuls of the gelato in his mouth. “Thank you, Miche.” There was a smile, just not as vibrant as before.

“So,” he dragged, annoying her with his tone, “you talk to yourself often?”

An offended look crossed her face, body leaning away from him. “I do not talk to myself.”

He reciprocated the stare she was giving him, how could she forget that he was the one in the friend group who silenced people like that? Well, right next to Levi. The intensity of his glares made up for the lack of height. Poor guy. “Heard you— like right before I sat down.”Raising his voice to mimic hers, “I’m still here-” what he didn’t expect was for her spoonful to lodge in her throat as an almost laugh turned to a series of coughs.

“Asshole,” playfully she kicked the side of his shoes with her toe, turning it into a silent game of who could step on each other.

“HAH! I win,” he emphasized with a wiggle of his foot resting above hers, “C’mon, what’s up?”

“Do you want an actual answer or . . .” again, that realisation she briefly forgot returned, bringing her. . . a sudden pang of guilt. Why was she feeling guilty over what she wanted to do last year? Did she really want it?

“Sure, I guess.”

“Really now?” Maybe the guilt came from never telling him what was happening in her life when he was consistent with the many pictures of his work travels despite the distance and timezones.

“You in the mental state to handle it?” Almost a question to herself rather than him.

“Try me,” said Miche with all of his chest despite knowing full well that he was always the group’s victim. Quite an irony for someone who appeared as the scariest looking, always squealing at horror movies or Hanji’s lab experiments. Or when he had pissed Levi off enough to raise a false punch his way. Seeing that she was unsure with his answer as much as he was, Miche only nodded. “I’ve seen enough, I’m not squeamish anymore.”

“One year ago I almost pushed . . .” people do grow. And even if she was still plagued with many different struggles, she’s grown different from last year. Rephrasing it when his face didn’t change, she sat straighter. “Almost committed last year.”

“Ah,” he really thought he could handle it this time. 

He’s held up her hair before while vomiting her life after drinking when he was on the verge of throwing up from the mix of smells himself. Or when his hand landed on an insect hard enough that the wall had a hole too after she’d yelled for his name.

The distance they spent away from each other after college was enough time for him to realise that doing almost everything for her without a thought was . . . love. Even if he couldn’t handle them

“Yeah.” She breathed, shoulders relaxing as she ate. “Glad I’m still here, guess this counts as a celebration.” 

Of course, Miche wouldn’t think much of anything. Always the cool-headed one. 

“Glad to be here, wouldn’t be eating gelato with you.” She said before setting her eyes to watch the woman in a stall cut fruit at a speed she’s never imagined, leaving Miche to be in his own mind that was becoming louder and louder.

The TV played a familiar action movie he’s watched to unwind since his university days, his eyes set straight, trying not to look down on (Y/n) who was asleep on his lap. Head on the armrest of his couch and her upper body comfortably on top of his, her arms hugged the pillow he bought especially for nights when she slept over. His mind was louder than the dialogue of the movie he’s almost memorised.

When the next to scenes didn’t make sense anymore, he reached for the remote and pressed ‘pause’, finally allowing himself to look at her.

Tonight would’ve been a different one, a silent one. His house would be the meeting place as they all reminisced about a friend who left them too soon. Sat around in a circle in the backyard sharing their stories with her as they ate.

Feeling his heart swell, he reached for the remote again to turn the TV off.

How can such a face that brought so much light around them have . . . no, how could she think that such a thing was her only solution? No, how long had she been alone? 

Miche’s a man of a few words— even lacks the vocabulary to express himself even. But behind the bangs that she’s always loved to run her fingers through, his eyes spoke the most.

And as he stared at her, sleeping so peacefully in his hold, they glistened. A few stray tears escaped. There were so many questions that begged to be asked, but instead, he sniffled and bent down. Inhaling her scent to remind him that she was here.

She was in his house.

Asleep on his lap.

“Thank you for being with me.” Followed by sniffling.

His head rest above hers as he allowed the tears to silently flow. An arm holding her protectively.

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[originalcharaycters]

"Catch me if you can!"

Antos' words rang throughout the personalized greenhouse. The six year-old boy giggled at his sister's confusion pacing.

He continued to hide behind plants as Parson asses by his hiding spot. The seven year-old girl ran along the paths of the greenhouse, regretting her decision to agreeing on playing one last game before heading out.

As Parson continued to look around, she stumbled upon the maids who she presumed was tasked to fetch h the two kids.

She was about to call on the maids until one of them spoke.

"Young master seems to have a lot of fun with miss Parson, doesn't he?"

The aforementioned girl smiled, decided to let the ladies chat and focusing on finding Antos. However, the second maid's words made her stop in her tracks.

"Yes, but have you seen that girl?! Honestly, how she got into the royal family is beyond me. Must be magic."

Parson stayed and listened to the maids talking, despite knowing she would regret it later.

"Her tail is so big, she can't wear any feminine clothing and her skin looks all weird, both are plain terrible to look at. She's so unladylike."

"And she loves swordfighting and it makes her hand all rough! I hate holding that girl's hands everytime we pick them up somewhere."

The first maid nervously listens to the other rant, knowing it's wrong to speak of the young girl in such a way but too meek to speak up.

While Parson looked at her palms that have been dirtied from playing in the dirt and training from the royal guards, her eyes starts to tear up unknowingly. She tried to swipe the tears away before they could leave her eyes but the action only made her cry harder.

Suddenly, another voice spoke up.

"Now, what would Mr. and Mrs. Goldfarben say when they hear that someone is trash talking their only daughter?"

Parson halted when she realized she recognized the voice while the two maids turned around and saw a little golden-haired boy behind them, smiling.

"I think beheading is probably the most merciful option they'll have."

The two maids flinched, while they're aware the Goldfarbens are filled to the brim with kindness, they can't ignore some of their ruthless and brutal requests that's been made before and the punishments that come after refusals.

Not to mention, the boy in front of them has been with the Goldfarbens his whole life and was best friends with the prince. If asked, what he said would definitely come true.

"I–I'm sorry, master Luciu. You wouldn't tell her highness about this, will you?"

"How about you find those two and then, we can talk. Well, run along now." The boy waved them off as they scurried to go find the two royal kids as fast as possible.

Parson stared as Sun stayed at his spot and tensed up when he spoke again.

"You wanna come out, blossoms?"

Parson narrowed her eyes before stepping out of her hiding spot, unconsciously hiding her hands behind her. Sun simply smiled and approached the girl with the utmost elegance as per taught by his mother.

"Why did you... defend me?" Parson was the first to spoke. Sun tilted his head in response.

"You shouldn't be treated as less than what you are." The six year-old stated with confidence.

"But... I thought you hate me.."

"Hate's a strong word. At most, I dislike you." Sun shrugged nonchalantly.

"But that doesn't mean I get to treat you like the dirt I walk on." The feminine boy starts to walk along the paths of the greenhouse as Parson follows closely.

"I may not show it, but I admire you. You're passionate in everything you do and your ambition only grows stronger by the day."

"I wish I could apply myself like you do."

Sun looks over his shoulder, giving the girl a genuine smile despite the sadness his eyes held.

"However, until then. I guess I'll instead apply myself in protecting you." He said as he continued walking again with the girl's protests following him.

"I don't need protecting! I can protect just fine!"

"Others? Yeah, no worries there. Yourself? Hah, might as well jump out a plane without a parachute at that point." Sun gave a humorless laugh as Parson's face grew red in embarrassment.

"But, with all that you've been through, you deserve to be treated better."

Sun stares off into the distance as the girl was caught off guard. He turns to Parson as he speaks.

"Even if I dislike you or if we argue, I'll make sure I'll never treat you lesser than you really are."

Parson was stunned for a bit. She waited a few moments before offering her pinky to the boy.

"... Promise?"

Sun smiled and linked his pinky with hers.

"I promise."

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[leaderlynx-official]

haii lynx :) you own a scolipede right? may i ask what their temperament is like? my own scolipede tends to be a little skittish and i was wondering if thats universal of the species hah

I have noticed skittish personalities are really common in most bug Pokemon actually, my ariados is also like that.

My scolipede is more stoic-shy than skittish, but venipedes are very susceptible to nervousness, so it definitely makes sense it could stay as they evolve.

As long as their eating habits are fine, and they do not seem genuinely stressed, it is a cute common buggy personality!

#pokemon roleplay #pokemon rp #pokemon #unreality