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magicalqueennightmare · 3 months

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Little Witch (Pt 3/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

When you get your memories back you're determined to face this enemy alone. The Mikaelsons however refuse to accept that and set out to prove your innocence to Klaus

After you'd left the Mikaelson compound you'd ended up wandering to one of the many cemeteries around New Orleans. You'd never had any business in this certain cemetery but it had drawn you there, your magic bubbling under the surface of your skin as if it was trying to lead you in the direction you needed to go in.

The barrier in your head was still very much a tangible thing and it made you question everything about yourself. You were a strong witch, you'd taken the brunt of a spell meant to rip Hope out of Hayley's womb and hadn't let a sob escape your lips regardless of the pain. You'd gone toe to toe with ancient witches and managed to still be standing yet someone was tearing your mind to shreds from the inside out.

When Hayley called and asked to meet you'd gladly agreed. She hadn't spoken to you in days and you wanted her to get whatever she needed off her chest. You hoped maybe Elijah and Rebekah got her to see logic but there was only one way to find out.

You walked into Marcel's bar and Hayley sat at the bar alone. You both shared a favorite drink and two sat in front of her. When you took up a barstool leaving one between you she slid a drink down. “I believe you and Elijah” she spoke quietly.

You turned to look at her and she was facing you, the emotions in her eyes matched the ones you felt “You do?” You asked in disbelief and she nodded “I was just so hurt when we found you two. Not only because I love Elijah but because you're my best friend. It just didn't make sense no matter how much I thought it over. You've gone to literal war for my daughter. You love her the same as if she was yours. Hell you came here when I was pregnant just from me calling and asking for help. You're not the type of person to hurt someone you care about”

You blinked a few times to not let your emotions overwhelm you “Thank you. I'm still not sure what happened. Davina and Kol are on their way back and Freya is coming back too. I'm hoping with the three of us we can crack the barrier in my memories. If we can safely then that means we can get Elijah's memories back too and we'll know who did this”

She nodded slowly “What are you gonna do about Klaus?” You shrugged “You know him as well as I do. He's hurt and angry. He thinks two of the most important people in his life chose each other over him. I don't know how to make him see the truth without having my memories back, without having whoever did this on their knees begging for their lives as proof”

She reached for your arm and pulled you onto the stool next to her and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Know that as far as you and I go? We're good. I love you, Hope loves you”

You reached into your pocket and held out the necklace you'd been carrying for days “This is for Hope. It was my grandmother's. I got the antique store to chase it down. She originally wanted my dad to give it to me one day but my mother killed him when I was so young he never got the chance. It got lost for fifty or so years. I'll never have children of my own but like you said i love her just the same. Maybe if something happens to me this will help her know just how special she is to all of us”

Hayley turned the small pendant over in her hand then looked back at you “Promise me one thing?” You nodded “Of course” she half smiled “You'll survive this to give it to her yourself” you laughed lightly and held out a hand “Deal” she shook it then said “I'm holding you to it”

“I have to do what?” You asked Freya hoping you'd misheard her. “You have to lay back and let us in your mind. Davina and I will astral project in and then we break down that barrier from the inside”

You knew your eyes were probably comically large. While you trusted the two women in front of you, the idea of them being in your head, your memories freaked you out a bit. “What will you two see exactly?”

A smirk that favored Klaus slipped onto Freya's face “Don't worry darling, I'll make sure to steer clear of anything x-rated between you and Nik” Davina nodded in agreement “Our goal will be the barrier so that's where we'll land for lack of better phrasing”

Your eyes darted towards Rebekah who stood off to the side and she gave you a nod “I'll be here to watch over your bodies and wake you should it seem like things are going bad” you took a deep breath then nodded “Let's do it”

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You laid down on the couch as Freya said and closed your eyes. The weight of the barrier was making your head throb but she had told you to concentrate on nothing but that blank space in your memory.

You could hear her voice, the spell falling from her lips. You had the sudden feeling of falling, your vision bursting with white light despite your eyes being closed tightly. About the time it registered that you couldn't hear the spell anymore you felt a hand on your arm “Wake up”

You slowly opened your eyes or so you thought. Instead of the room you'd been in the walls were a pale blue, a long hall stretching in both directions. You slowly got to your feet facing Freya and Davina who both gave you a smile “concentrate. Which way do we need to go?”

You forced yourself to try to remember what had happened then a pain shot through the right side of your body. You motioned right before walking in that direction.

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“How do we know we found it?” You asked after you'd passed probably two dozen white doors. Some held whispers of long ago, your grandmother's voice drifting through.

The farther you got down the hall different voices began to drift through the doors. You could hear Rebekah's voice the first time you'd met her long ago. Then Hayley's laughter, the shrill sound of Hope's cries when she was a newborn. Memories of the family you'd been born with and the one you chose fought for your attention.

“I think we did” Davina whispered and you looked up to see the end of the hall. The bright blue and white were replaced by a dark shadow. It seemed as if it was simply a ledge falling off into an abyss should you not turn around now.

There was something familiar about the magic behind it. You took a step forward and the moment your fingertips hit the shadow a burst went through you. Voices, leading you to the cemetery. Elijah, refusing to let you go alone.

You stumbled back and Freya caught you before you hit the floor “What was it?” You were breathless as you said “My magic did this. Someone siphoned me to use it against me, against Elijah”

She looked from you to the shadow, a dark cloud passing through her eyes “Let's rip it down and find out who”

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Freya had already explained that once the barrier fell it would knock her and Davina out of your head and could possibly throw your body from the shock but it was worth it.

You took a step forward and felt each of them place a hand on your shoulder before you touched the barrier again. This time their power helped to focus yours. Slowly the shadow began to crack, small blossoms of light bleeding through then it was like an atomic burst. Your vision went white as you were tossed backwards.

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You gasped, sitting up where you were now on the floor. Davina, Freya and Rebekah were all standing around you with concern written on their faces “Did it work?”

Memories were blaring into your mind. The voices that led you to the cemetery, how Elijah had refused to let you go alone even when you'd promised to catch up should he want to go home to Hayley. The siphoner that was in the cemetery flashed through your head,the way she begged your forgiveness citing she had no choice then the person behind it all “I thought that bitch was long dead. Explains how someone could use my magic against me”

You hadn't realized you'd been rambling until Rebekah questioned who. You pushed yourself to your feet, meeting their eyes one by one “My mother”

Rebekah's eyes were wide, “What now?” You wiped your hands down your jeans feeling the dirt there from your memories, how you'd fought against the siphoner and how you'd tried to shield Elijah from the magic.

You faced Rebekah and gave her a small smile “I'm going to go give Elijah his memories back then I'm going to go find my bitch of a mother and turn her inside out. Good news is this is no threat against your family or Hope. That bitch just wants me dead, she has for about two hundred years give or take”

“If it's a threat against you it is against family” Rebekah argued but you shook your head, already determined to do this alone. “I can do this alone” “But you don't have to” Freya pushed and you shook your head again “I need to go see Elijah. The faster he has his memories back the better”

You started to walk out then stopped to face the three women “Thank you for helping me” then looked at the two blondes “Klaus doesn't need to know what I'm doing or who I'm against. Not until either I kill her or we kill each other” “So lie to him?” Rebekah asked and you shrugged “Not lying if he doesn't care to ask” and with that you walked out. You knew who you were up against now, you could make a plan and even better you now knew how to free Elijah's memories as well.

You were going to enjoy seeing her on her knees begging for mercy that would never come. She'd tried to destroy you. She almost cost your friendship with Hayley and Elijah and ripped the man you loved away from you. She'd pay for it all and you'd make sure she wouldn't be capable of being a threat ever again.

“What does he need to do?” Hayley asked after you'd explained how you could get Elijah his memories back. You motioned to the couch “Preferably lay down and I'll sit on the floor in front of the couch because if what happened with me is any indication I ended up on the floor”

She glanced towards the stairs and you knew it was because Hope was asleep having just laid down for a nap about ten minutes before you called. “It shouldn't be loud enough to wake her but with her witch side that alone may stir her”

She shared a look with Elijah and he nodded before walking over to lay down on the couch. You gave her a slight smile then walked over to the couch and kneeled down next to it facing Elijah. “Close your eyes and just trust me ok?” “Of course” was the reply he gave before he closed his eyes. You glanced back at Hayley “Just stand back in case it tosses me” she nodded, taking another step backwards.

You reached up to place the first two fingers of each hand on Elijah's temples then closed your eyes as well. Now that you knew what you were looking for, that it was your magic, this process should be easier on him than it was on you.

You didn't even have to fall into his mind. You could feel the barrier the moment you concentrated and focused on it. A slight burst happened as you fell backwards and Elijah sat up straight.

He took a deep breath, staring at you with wide eyes. “Do you remember everything now?” He nodded and you smiled “Good”

You got to your feet and nodded to Hayley “We both remember now” she started to take a step towards you but Hope's voice cut through calling for her mom. You looked at the stairs and Hayley smiled “You should go up. She misses you” you shook your head despite your heart aching to see the child that you'd fought for. “If something happens to me her last memory is the day I took her to the park, we made Klaus go on the slide with her and then we got her ice cream. I don't want her last memory of me being a quick hello then me leaving”

“What do you mean?” Hayley asked but Elijah answered for you “Her mother has been hunting her for years. She killed her father when she was young and means to kill her but not before stealing her magic for herself” you tilted your head towards him before saying “And if she wants it then I plan to make her come and get it herself. No siphoner and no one else being pulled into the crosshairs this is me and her”

“You can't mean to face her alone! She got inside your head and Elijah's! She's strong” Hayley argued but before you could respond Hope called out again. You looked towards the stairs then back at Hayley “Go to Hope. I promise you i will do everything I can to make it back”

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You watched Hayley walk to the stairs and started to walk out the house when Elijah called your name. You stood with your hand on the doorknob and looked back at him “You're not telling Niklaus and plan to ward it where Freya and Davina can't get into the cemetery to assist you” it wasn't a question but a statement. You hadn't realized he'd seen that while your mind was connected to him.

“I can't let anyone else I care about be hurt by her. She almost destroyed your relationship with Hayley, my friendship with Hayley and she may have ruined my relationship with Klaus. Please Elijah, let me do this my way”

He shook his head “You are a part of this family. None of us want to lose you. We simply need to make Niklaus see the truth”

You glanced towards the stairs knowing if you saw Hope you'd lose any resolve you were holding onto to face this alone “Please Elijah. I've got to go” he let out a breath that was more of a sigh “When you find her you let us help you” you knew he could very well stop you from leaving if he wanted so you nodded “Deal”

Elijah knew you well enough to know when you were lying. He was on his feet by the time Hayley made it downstairs with Hope on her hip. “Where did she go?” She asked and he held her gaze, knowing she could see the answer in his eyes “I'm going to find Freya and Rebekah. I'll let you know how it goes” he kissed her on the lips, the first one they'd shared in days then left a kiss on Hope's forehead.

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Klaus was in his art studio, a half drank bottle of top shelf bourbon sat in front of him as he stared at the canvas you and Hope had painted so long ago. Flowers and butterflies decorated the pink background. It stood out amongst his work, brightness in all the darkness.

His heart ached to see you, transgressions he could forgive. Had it been anyone other than his brother he would've simply killed them and that would've been that.

He leaned his head back against the couch about the time he heard the front door slam open followed by all four of his siblings screaming variations of his name. He downed the rest of the bourbon that was in his glass before standing. If Rebekah and Elijah had summoned Kol and Freya back to New Orleans this must be their stand against him.

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Elijah stood at the base of the stairs with Kol standing next to him and both men were flanked by Rebekah and Freya. “Dear brother, come to relish in your conquest of stealing my little witch?”

Before Elijah could open his mouth Kol shook his head “Come off it Nik. That girl loves you. She's went to hell and back for this family, for your daughter” Klaus spun to meet Kol “Don't tell me you plan to have her next”

Rebekah looked at Freya “Just show him! It's the only way to shut him up and prove to him that he's in the wrong”

Klaus narrowed his eyes at his older sister “Come to play have we?” She shook her head “No. I came home to help her. She figured out who's after her but you're not going to believe words. You'll believe seeing the memories yourself” before he could ask she touched two fingers to his temple and two to Elijah's.

His vision went white then Klaus was on the sidewalk, seeing you and Elijah walk out of the antique shop. You tucked a small velvet bag into your purse then slipped your arm back through Elijah's before he nodded at your purse “That's going to mean a lot to Hayley and Niklaus both” you smiled “I hope they like it. It's taken me about seventy years to chase it down”

The two of you walked past him and he cursed Freya for trapping him in this vision but then you doubled over in pain. He moved on instinct alone to grab you but of course he couldn't. Elijah helped to steady you and Klaus could see the worry on his brother's face “Perhaps you and Hayley should go out on a different night?”

You straightened up and he knew instantly something was wrong. Your eyes weren't focused on Elijah or the people milling around the two of you “Go home Elijah, I'll catch up” you muttered pulling away from Elijah as you turned and started walking towards one of the many cemeteries around New Orleans.

“Where are you going?” Elijah questioned falling in step behind you. Klaus followed the two of you into the gates of the cemetery and felt something was off right before you hit your knees again. Elijah yelled your name but when you looked up at him your eyes weren't their usual hue but a milky white “Elijah, it hurts” the broken sound of your voice twisted his heart then he heard another voice.

A woman walked into his view, she had a scar across her face and nothing but hate in her eyes as she looked at you. He saw pain ripple through Elijah holding him in place as the woman walked over to where you were on your knees and grabbed your hair roughly “My dear daughter. It's taken me so long to track you down and away from your hybrid too. Now how should I ensure your hybrid removes his protection from you? ”

You whimpered slightly both from pain and being helpless. He could feel his anger boiling inside of him watching you be abused. You were his strong little witch, able to withstand so much yet this woman had you immobile on your knees. Elijah managed to choke out your name and to ask who the woman was. “My mother” your voice was barely a whisper.

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The vision shifted again and this time you and Elijah were walking into the compound but neither of you were speaking and your movements were robotic almost. He watched the two of you walk up the stairs and didn't need to follow to know the truth. Your mother had done this, the milky white of your eyes meant she'd had a siphoner. The way you and Elijah were acting as if you were simply puppets. He'd let someone hurt his little witch and his brother and allowed his own insecurities and pride to come before two of the most important people to him.

Klaus stumbled back from Freya feeling tears stinging his eyes and an anger boiling deep inside of him. “Where is she?” He asked, looking between his siblings. He needed to see you, beg forgiveness and hope you have it in your heart to give it to him. All this time he'd thought you'd betrayed him while he was in fact the one that betrayed you.

“She's gone off to find her mother and face her alone. She feels she isn't part of this family and therefore not worth us fighting for” Freya answered and he shook his head “Spread out and find her. Her mother doesn't make it out of New Orleans”

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tim-shii · 11 months

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an aunt, a grandpa and a minecraft kid

a/n: finals are done and school is almost finished i can finally krill myself! *break shackles* anyways this is pure word vomit over a poor attempt at found family w the stellaron hunters :hides: AND HELLO :DD

[ work hours ]

“stop sulking. time is ticking.” kafka’s voice echoes throughout the empty corridor once she felt your presence. her heels clack along the metal floor of the ship, only to stop when a projection appeared in front of her. you groaned at her words. “easy for you to say. i got held up by two trailblazers after leaving wolfie to go here. seriously, what am i? a stellaron hunter or an overpaid teensitter?” kafka lets out an amused sigh at your antics.

“23:47:15 system time. very punctual, kafka.” a glitchy, robotic voice spoke, in which you rolled your eyes out. “can’t say the same for you, y/n.”

“i don’t answer to a child.”

“you–”

“enough.” kafka’s voice was stern with a hint of mirth. “y/n, why don’t you.. entertain our guests from the astral express for a little while silverwolf and i look for the stellaron.”

“i’m only gonna agree because the guy in green is cute.” you turned away with a wave. grinning ear to ear, already anticipating the little dance with the infamous cloud-piercer.

[ babysitting hours ]

“kill me now.”

“i can’t do that. if i kill you, that means i’ll be left alone with them.” blade shrugs off your complaint, focusing completely on his phone as he answers a message from kafka. you look at him with judgment in your eyes. internally berating him for looking like a very suspicious criminal wearing a black beanie with black tinted glasses that he probably stole from one of the blind mice.

it's one of the days where you guys don't have any work to do. you planned to just stay in bed and sleep the whole day but a certain gamer brat decided to drag you out of the comforts of your bed and instead make you stand watch over her while she plays a rigged game in an old arcade. seems like your plans are ruined now. clearly.

"but we've been here for nine hours! who even spends nine hours on a claw machine?!" you bang your head in the arcade machine beside him.

"kafka's right. you do sulk a lot." blade hums.

"shut up, old man."

[ the doc is in ]

"greetings, patients. your beloved doctor has arrived." the trio collectively sigh as you enter the infirmary.

they just got back from a mission. from what you heard, the mission was a success. however, with what you're seeing now, you'd conclude that the mission was a.. partial success. silverwolf has gashes all over her legs and arms. kafka is laying down, completely fatigued. and blade is bleeding, cuts all over his arms, probably from his own sword.

"are you guys.. feeling better?" you mused with a light grin. you stifled a laugh when you heard blade groan from the left side of the room. you walked towards silverwolf first and started to patch her up.

soft sighs and the whirs of the air conditioner were the only thing audible in the room. it was clear that all of them were tired. so as the greatest doctor ever, it is your duty to make sure they'll be able to rest easily and without any pain.

[ the rich aunt and her favorite child ]

"how does this look?"

"... it looks the same as the last one."

if you think spending nine hours in an arcade with silverwolf is bad, clearly past you hasn't been informed of almost a twelve hour shopping spree with kafka. in general, it doesn't sound bad. i mean, a shopping spree with a very fashionable stellaron hunter? sounds like a dream. yeah, that was what you thought too. until twelve hours has passed and you're still in the coats section.

"you have bad eyes, we should get that checked." kafka tuts, frowning at you with the coat still on her hold. you gape at her accusation. "it's the same black one. all coats you try on are black. how am i supposed to know the difference?"

"through the material of the coat." she walks away to the cashier, silently urging you to push the cart of coats on her wake.

"i'm not really a fabric person!"

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months

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What if ( monkey king 2023)red girl meets red son

How would she react to spicynoodles and their children and what would red girl and red son think about each other?

Red Son teleports to Flower Fruit Mountain, only to see Red Girl trying to fight the other SWKs for their staffs. Small fires are following the little imp's path, and Red Son quickly steps in to quell the flames - grabbing his alternate counterpart by the scruff of her clothes like she were a kitten.

Red Girl: "ARRGH! You will rue the day you crossed paths with Red Girl peasant! Eat fire!" *shoots flames onto Red Son* Red Son, not even fazed: "Cute." Red Girl: "Huh? Why aren't you burning to death and stuff?" Red Son: "Because I'm a fire demon too? Also your method is appalling, my daughters have more control than you and they can't even walk yet." Red Girl: "You take that back!" *tackles him*

After another quick scuffle (+the offended SWK getting his stick back), Red Son quickly realises that this is an alternate version of them. Red Girl is not amused in the slightest.

Red Girl: "No! I won't be friends with *any* version of the Monkey King!!" Red Son: "I understand that it's a bit of a shock-" Red Girl: "He defeated me, and my baba. And now my mama is all alone!" Red Son: "He did what?!" *hair fires up* Netflix!SWK: *chuckling nervously* "Well it's a funny story. See I was on my mission to defeat 100 demons-" *Netflix!SWK narrowly misses two different fire balls* Red Son: "How many other families did you destroy!?" Netflix!SWK: *astral projecting* "MK please get your mate, I'm scared."

Later it's cleared up that Red Girl's father is currently trapped in the Underworld like she had been - according to the 2D sequence in the netflix film; DBK likely wasn't killed like some of the other demons. And you know Red Son would violate many inter-dimensional laws to help his younger self, and drag Netflix!SWK straight to his world's Diyu for pickup.

Meanwhile as Red Son and Netflix!SWK are on their Underworld heist; Red Girl is left in the care of some familiar faces.

LMK! PIF & DBK: *silently sitting around the living room with Red Girl* Red Girl: "...you both look like my mama and baba. But it's not the same." PIF: "I understand, firelily." Red Girl: *silently scoots closer for a hug* PIF & DBK: *PIF silently wraps her arms around the little demoness, while DBK rests his chin on his wife's shoulders* Red Girl: "You got left alone too, didn't you?" DBK: *small sigh of sadness* PIF, tears pricking her eyes: "Yes... Not the exact way your mother was but... I was alone for a very long time." Red Girl: "Why didn't you kill you Monkey King though? If he hurt you so bad?" PIF, light chuckle: "Well our grandchildren certainly wouldn't approve." Red Girl: "Huh???" DBK: "The Monkey King is not only my sworn brother, but also my brother-in-law. His son is married to our Red." Red Girl, takes a moment to compute: "......EEEWWWW!!! Gross! A monkey!?" PIF & DBK: *both laughing fondly*

Later when Red Girl and her family are fully reunited, she demands answers from LMK!Red. Red Son decides that the easiest way to explain is to show Red Girl a certain someones.

Red Son: *holding Red Girl's hand as they approach the nursery* "Are you sure you still want to see them?" Red Girl: "Y-yes! I wanna know what vile monkey spawn has you under this spell!" Red Son: "M'kay. Don't say I didn't warn you." *Opens nursery door. MK is standing inside singing to their eldest twins* MK, joy written all over his face: "Sunflower! You're back!" *MK and Red Son meet half-way for smooches* MK, is aware of their little adventure: "And who's you little friend?" Red Girl: (,,◕　⋏　◕,,) Red Son: "My alternate dimension counterpart. I had to help the younger Sun Wukong make things right with them." MK: "Such a gentleman." *turns attention back to Red Girl* "I hear that you wanted to see the babies, Little Red?" Red Girl: *slowly nods head* MK: "Ok, they're asleep in their crib right now. Try and not make much sound. They're little firecrackers at the best of times." Red Girl: *approaches crib, peering over the side* Xuancao & Yingsu [#1 & 2]: *sound asleep and breathing softly. are curled into eachother like kittens* Red Girl: "......" Red Son: "Well little sister. What do you think of them?" Red Girl: *starts sniffling* MK & Red Son: *rush to comfort her* MK: "Hey, hey. It's ok firelily. Tell me what's wrong?" Red Girl, ugly sobbing: "Where's my MK!?" MK & Red Son: "Eh??" Red Girl: "I wanna beautiful and kind husband too!!" MK & Red Son: "Ah." "I told mother the same thing when I was that age."

Ultimately Red Son sees the Netflix counterpart as the little sister he never had. Red Girl in turn adores her honorary big sibling - but is every envious of Red Son's beautiful mate.

Netflix!SWK laughs when he hears the story from LMK!SWK - as if he'll have any kids to make his own MK! XD Netflix's LEM blushes, their six ears fluttering with the prophetic sounds of baby monkey chirping.

#wukongverse #the monkey king netflix #red girl #lmk red son #spicynoodlesshipping #spicynoodles #spicynoodles being parents #lmk ironbull #lmk princess iron fan #lmk pif #lmk demon bull king #lmk dbk #lmk demon bull family #lmk aus #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au

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morataarts · 10 months

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Long post!!

Some stuff I wrote today inspired on my drawings :D

I'm not the best writer so sorry for any errors

Enjoy !

Macaque fights Wukong

Disclaimer I made this as a guide so it's not supper detailed for that

Macaque leaves the place MK and him were staying at and goes to get new tools, food and other bare necessities like clothes for MK

“Last on the list... my dojo, that kid broke the last tools we had there” he sighs as he starts collecting various weapons that could be useful in training the unstable MK that fell at his door asking for solitude and training

“Macaque”

The dojo turns a golden color lighting everything

Astral projection and the voice, Wukong

He turns around to face the voice “Wukong! Astral projection?…you must be pretty desperate to do this” he says as he turns around continuing with the task at hand

“what can i help the great king in this fine day?” He says with sarcasm in his voice

“you know damn well what im here for macaque” exasperation fills the golden monkeys voice

“No, i have no idea what you’re talking about” macaque keeps ignoring the other collecting what he needs and going through the list he has, almost completing it

“Macaque im not playing around your stupid games” slightly raising his voice “where’s MK”

Macaque breathes trough his teeth “uuuh sorry can’t tell you…” he turns around collecting the bag of weapons, swings it on his back securing the straps and looks at wukong raising a smirk “that’s confidential info, welp see you next time bud”

As macaque was leaving wukong’s voice roze “Macaque i swear if you don’t tell me where MK is i-“ wukong pointed a finger at macaque who was watching him with a growing angered expression

“you what Wukong? What are you going to do? The kid left on his own and stoped at my door looking for help” he pointed a finger at himself and fixed his bag “he was terrified of his power and of hurting anyone, for heavens sake he was scared of his own kaiju!!” he sighs “I didn’t kidnap your student if that’s what you're implying, he went to me for a reason and he wants to be alone for a reason” he points a finger this time at Wukong’s chest “leave him be and for once be something you never where” he grabs the bag he left by the door and opens a portal “patient” he leaves through the portal ending the astral projection and arriving to his place of stay with Mk

Leaving wukong back in pigsy’s restaurant speechless and with no answer for the others

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Context to my “i miss my friends” drawing I made

“That’s it! Get into it and feel it” macaque moves quickly dodging and hitting MK “make it feel as if it was normal, as blood pumping or as breathing, remember relax into it, its a part of you”

Mk breaths and pants trying to concentrate and follow up with Macaque trying to control his glowing monkey form but suddenly “ach” Mk falls to the floor seemingly in pain holding his head

“Shit…MK!” Macaque hurries to Mk’s side and holds his arms “calm down MK!!” MK mind runs while hearing the scrolls words

‘chaos harbringer’

“stop stop STOP!”

The earth slightly shatters, tears flow from MK’s eyes

“Don’t let it control you kid, you’re way stronger than that!!” macaque screams trying to calm down MK, kaiju flowing out and forming before them “Mk listen to me calm down you are safe! You are not what you think you are! Snap out of it kid!”

Mk’s kaiju retreats and he goes back to normal breathing hard, tears still falling trough, he feels a warm embrace holding tight and he reciprocates while sobbing into macaque’s shoulder

Things calm down sometime later and they are sitting on the edge of the mountain, clothes changed and wounds cured

MK thinks of everyone back home and how they might be doing, he thinks about the choice he made a month ago to leave and get macaque to help him control something like himself

“I miss everyone macaque”

Macaque looks at Mk, worry and sadness fill his face

“Im sure they miss you as well kid” macaque looks back to the horizon, feeling Mk press up against his shoulder and on instinct he wraps an arm against Mk

Mk sniffles “you really think so?” He smiles weakly, macaque smiles back “oh I know so kid”

Macaque remembers the time when they where still staying at his house and on the middle of the night Wukong decided on astral projecting to him repeating ‘give me your location, give me your location, give me your locat-‘ ‘omg fuck off wukong’ but too no avail

It lasted all night…

Macaque shudders at the thought

he hates seeing mk like this, but he knows Mk need this time away from everything and gather his thoughts, without the pressure and the constant nagging of the world

“Well lets go have dinner, you have a long day tomorrow” macaque stands reaching a hand to mk who giggles “i thought everyday was a long one at this point” they follow arm to arm reaching their stay “well tomorrow will probably be a little bit more difficult”

“ill be ready for it!” He puffs his chest, macaque chuckles “im sure of it kid”

“Thanks macaque, for helping me”

“You’re welcome kid, anytime”

Thank you for reading 💞 :D

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auroraesmeraldarose · 3 months

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Gale BG3/ Aurora Fic pt 6

@lewdisescariot gave me the wild shape idea, and inspired me to write this bit of fluff <3 (If you want more, I’m up to part 10 on AO3!)

Aurora and Gale’s shared night together had indeed been a magical experience, as Gale had told her it would. She had approached his tent later that night to find Gale missing, a semi-transparent projection of himself waiting there instead. It had taken her to the real him, back in the meadow, where he hoped to show her how the gods made love in the astral realm. Aurora had refused, reminding him that she didn’t want a god; she wanted him, Gale, the flesh and blood man that stood in front of her. Aurora could have had something supernatural, divine; she had chosen the real, mundane Gale Dekarios instead. It was inconceivable to him, though he bowed to her wishes. Aurora wanted Gale for who he was, not the magic he could conjure, and he continued to find it difficult to believe even as he conjured a bed for her comfort. A long and delicious while later, as she lay in his arms, satisfied, no longer wanting for anything, he began to believe it. Her cheeks were still glowing with pleasure, and she lay, stroking the hair on his chest tenderly, possessively. He was hers now, she had claimed him, and she was his too. Mystra, orb, parasite be damned; in that moment, in each other’s arms nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.

It was difficult to return to reality, but eventually as the dawn light began to rise they were forced to redress themselves and make their way lazily back to camp. Gale still had his arms wrapped around Aurora, which slowed their progress somewhat, and they were even slower as Gale stopped to press kisses to every available bit of Aurora’s skin every few steps. He dropped his arms from her as they reached the edge of the campsite, and briefly Aurora feared that he intended to keep their budding romance a secret. Before the unpleasant thought had fully formed he had grasped her hand in his though, and as they reached Aurora’s tent he stopped and kissed her tenderly, deeply. They were in full view of Astarion and Halsin at the campfire; Gale did not care. Aurora didn’t dare to look over at her campmates as he left for his own tent, and instead blushing furiously made her way into her tent for a moment alone. How could it have been only five weeks since this madness had begun? How was it possible to find herself so deeply entranced by the wizard in so little time?

Their next few days were busy; the group travelled through the mountain pass towards the Shadow-Cursed Lands, stopping only briefly to rest on the way. At each of these resting points, Gale realised he was falling deeper and deeper in love with Aurora. The sudden, unexpected rush of emotion she was feeling towards him had filled her so completely that she was struggling to keep her wild magic regulated. Gale couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing, flattering even, that he could be the cause of such an amusing loss of control. On one occasion, when he had been explaining a particularly complex bit of magic to her, she had become so lost in adoration for him that she had accidentally caused a carpet of forget-me-nots to grow around her feet. They were beautiful, like his beloved, and he had laughed and laughed to see her confusion when she looked down and realised what she had done.

Another moment had seen his heart melt in his chest, though this one was not entirely his fault. Gale knew that Aurora had a wild shape, as many druids did, but had not yet seen it until the night before they crossed into the Shadow-Cursed Lands. As they took a long rest, ready for the difficult journey ahead, Aurora had chosen to help Gale with the cooking. She was by his side constantly since their first night together and took every opportunity to be close to him; Gale felt honoured, and made every effort to impress her in everything he did. As he had been adding pepper to the hearty, nourishing stew he was cooking, Aurora had been leaning close. She breathed in at just the wrong moment - or perhaps the right one, in Gale’s opinion - and sneezed the most adorable, high-pitched little sneeze he had ever heard. The sneeze was sweet enough, but with her magic in its current state it caused something even sweeter; when he turned to look at her, she was gone, and in her place was a beautiful ginger cat with the same green eyes as Aurora. Before Gale could react, the little cat sneezed with a shake of its head and there was his beloved again, face torn between amusement and embarrassment.

“Well, that’s a little embarrassing.” She said grinning, her green eyes glinting in the firelight. Gale had already moved towards her, his arms wrapping around her waist, eyes soft with love. “My love-” he kissed her neck softly, “you are-” another kiss punctuated his words, “the loveliest, most adorable creature-“ a third kiss, this time on her cheek, “I have ever had the great pleasure-“ now, a kiss on her lips, “to have known.”

“If I’d known you’d be that enthusiastic I would have spent more time in wild shape,” Aurora kissed him back, laughing softly at his adoring expression. “I suppose it could make sharing a bedroll a little roomier!”

The memory of Aurora pressed into him each night stirred Gale from adoration to lust, and his next words were a murmur in her ear as his hands slipped from her waist, down to her hips. “Absolutely not, my sweet. As lovely as your cat form is, I would much prefer to keep this delectable body held against me through the night.”

“Do you remember, not four nights ago, you told me that the pleasures of the mortal flesh were nothing compared to the astral realm?” Despite being in human shape, Aurora’s response in his ear was almost a teasing purr, and the fingers of one of her hands were stroking Gale’s chest at the opening of his robes.

“I was a fool, love. I had forgotten. But you…” He was finding it hard to control himself, even here, in the centre of camp, in full view of their companions. He forced himself not to move his hands any lower, not to press her even closer against him. “You have reminded me of how wonderful it is to be alive, to exist in this earthly realm.” He pressed his forehead to hers, face serious now. “I am so grateful.” His voice was a whisper. Aurora did not reply with words, simply pressing her lips to his just once more, softly, tenderly, before pulling back from him and settling back down by the fire, her lips curved into a smile of contentment. The future, the journey ahead of them, was fraught with peril and fear; but at this moment she had never been happier; and neither had he.

#fanfic #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 tav #fluff

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muselixer · 10 months

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dumb things my friends and I have said: 2023!

part two: april - june apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, and capslock-implied yelling :)

“Astral projecting your spirit into a cloud with your face on it isn't a good battle strategy.”

“His circulation is immaculate. Do you KNOW how fast his heart beats?”

“Wow. I did all of that for NINETY CENTS.”

“Live from a satellite orbiting his own ego...”

“If your personality can best be described as ‘cat’, you MAY be autistic.”

“I NEED TO FOCUS, YOU NASTY BITCH.”

“Actually, I’m just gonna aim a firecracker thru their window, that should get them to stop.”

“My brain decided to live la vida loca.”

“In a WalMart? Nah, same difference.”

“It’s a little treat for me, for being a good boy while I’m home alone.”

“I’m going to Willy Wonka this child.”

“If I die soon, just know I got air-striked.”

“I just wanna feel like a bad bitch again...”

“My auditory is so not processing that.”

“He eats the WHOLE fucking chin.”

“Who needs weed when my brain is fucking broken?”

“Your voice sounds like you need chapstick.”

“You ask a lot of questions, so I’m just staring.”

“He should shut his mouth before I Matrix it away from him.”

“Can’t I platonically give my bro a bath?”

“It makes me wish our walls were fat.”

“The thing about coffins is that you don’t have to experience being inside of one.”

“I have autism because I was a pothead in middle school.”

“You’re basically hot-boxing my cooch under there.”

“No sweetheart. Lola Bunny’s father Walter Bunny did not host Family Fued.”

“That shit gave me dinosaur arms.”

“He could’ve eaten her ass and she wouldn’t have noticed him there.”

“PUT ON PANTS, SIR. ...Well, I mean, okay. In public. Put on pants, in public.”

“DALE EARNHEART IS THE TAXI DRIVER?!”

“I need to say something mean to you and I don’t wanna say it.”

“How can he be homeless? He has a 3D printer.”

“I don’t think eating ass is kosher.”

“As it turns out, eating ass is indeed kosher. If anyone even cares.”

“I get it, okay? I get it. I do. But there are better ways to look like a drug addict.”

“I hope this isn’t a symptom of something I haven’t researched heavily.”

“TEKASHI SIXNINE MAKES GAY PORN?”

“Do I look submissive and beatable to you?”

“Dude, I swear to god, your mom. No, I’m serious. Listen to me. Your mother.”

“If you weren’t my friend, I would have picked you up and thrown you.”

“Hang on.” (takes out phone to send a text) “Yeah, they said those aren’t valid pronouns.”

“Who would pass up an opportunity to eat shit?”

“I like my men PATHETIC.”

“Can you tell I’m terminally online?”

“Binge watching this show would fix me. ...That’s a lie, it would destroy me.”

“Turn me into a mouse I’m begging you.”

“Crash Bandicoot lookin’ ass.”

“I’m not a stuffy! I move and I eat fruit snacks!”

“You’re delusional and deserve to be put down like a dog.”

“Imagine having a name. Couldn’t be me.”

“Have you ever heard of boogercore?”

#rp meme #rp starter meme #sentence starters

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cebwrites · 2 years

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Not X drake angst and the cry of author bringing this x drake stan over ;A; auqhaa my fragile heart can't take angst either gfrvvmpp

A request where x drake, buggy and sanji's s/o asks them "would you still love me if I was a worm" and them actually eating a zoan type worm fruit later on. Pls & thank youuu

us holding hands keeping the dino baby away from the angst and paaaaiiiinnn 😭😭

see now my first thought was one of those 'worm on a string' things, and i know you probably meant like the garden variety worm, but if you go to the circus don't be surprised if you get greeted by a clown, anon <33 (BUGGY STANS RISE UP) the kind of “worm” i'm referencing

"would you still love me if I was a worm" (X Drake, Buggy, Sanji)

gn reader, crack?? yeah this definitely crack words: 0.6k

Drake

Poor, poor Drake

He’s confused when you wake him in the middle of the night with your conundrum, trying his best to console you when you turn away from him and ‘ueeuueee--’ yourself back to sleep after he took too long to process the frankly absurd proposition, he’s trailing question question marks when you’re huffy at him the next day for not taking it seriously, and the man is flat out astral projecting out of his body when the devil fruit incident happens months later

He’s not scared or put off by your transformation, really as a someone living on the Grand Line he should know to expect worse by now, but honestly Drake is so???

This is taking him out at the knees

Drake loves you babes, he really does, he just has NO idea what’s going on and at this point he’s too scared to ask

Buggy

He’s lifting up his head from half a hangover against the table and staring at you like you already had turned into a worm then and there, just--

“Babe, what the fuck??”

Buggy isn’t sober enough for this right now, he’d drained his working braincells in a drinking competition with Shanks earlier (he lost) and at best, he’d drag you to bed with him to avoid the conversation

He does find himself coming back to the thought over the next few days though, more consideration than anyone should really be giving it

Not that you’d hear it, but he’s devising a little enclosure for your worm self to live happily and care-free for the rest of their worm life, being tended to by Buggy and Buggy alone

When the actual fruit of the matter comes into play, Buggy is floored, reacting with his usual gusto and loud, overblown gestures at your massive transformation - literally

It’s with no contempt or judgement, of course, but his biggest worry first and foremost is how he’s going to make room for a giant worm (his beloved partner) on the Big Top, even as spacious as they’ve renovated it to be

Once you get a reign on your powers and it’s established that this is something that can be pulled out at will, there’s a resounding sigh of relief across the deck

But still - Buggy lifts you by your waist and spins you around with hands that float away from him; this was great! With a fearsome beast (said with all the love in his goofy little heart, muah muah) at his side, along with all the ‘goons’ he’d recruited along the way, Buggy the Star Clown Emperor was sure to be unstoppable!

He’s a getting a little carried away with it all, but rest assured you can at least take solace in the fact that his opinion and love for you hasn’t changed; whether this is an insult or a testament to your relationship is up for you to decide

Sanji

To be fair, Sanji is the most likely out of the three characters here to ask you that question first - it’s the insecure soggy little meow meow in him

Being asked, he’d shower you in dozens of compliments and reassurances, how you’d still be the most gorgeous worm in the world to him, oh how he’d shower you with the same affection he does day to day, twirling you in his arms and holding you close to ease your worries

In practice, however, he has trouble delivering on those promises

Apparently his fear of creepy crawlies do extend to worms, especially of hulking, 23ft ones with protruding feelers and tusks

Sanji can’t help the reflexive shriek that leaves him when you first transform, his sweet mon chéri now some lumbering eyeless creature from his nightmares

That said, you are still his beloved creme tart, but it’s going to take a long, l o n g while for Sanji to get used to this additional Zoan form of yours

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mistresskayla-blog1 · 1 month

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This is a fan fiction screenplay I have been working on..its the open few scenes. Let me know your thoughts. More content to come.

Some hold backs for interest and response.

Please tag for follows and collab support.

Thanks again. KCrowe 2024.

Fandom: Richard Armitage

Pairings: Richard Armitage x Fem Reader OC (Kayla Crowe)

Warnings: stalking, anxiety, potential smut, sexual references, security, celebrity lifestyle, (mild) rescue, pursuit, social gatherings, drunkenness, bdsm, foot fetish,

(psychics, telepathy, Astral projection, clairvoyant, witchy)

Summary:

Kayla Crowe attends an evening gathering in Manhattan NYC, early spring in the city.

Richard Armitage and several other celebrities are present at this gathering. Richard sees her from across the party and pursues her.

Kayla is also pursued by a former client at the same party, Alexei S, who is mentally unstable and a drunk.

Drama ensues.. briefly, as Richard removes her from the party and to his waiting town car. This is where thier journey begins.

Kayla has some special abilities which will be revealed in later scenes.

#richardarmitage #fanfiction #screenplay #relationships #rarmitage #kaylacrowe #intrigue #romance #smut #richard #armitage #OC x RA #original female character #bdsm #footworship #celebrity #psychic #witchywoman #telepathy #electric

Party Scene (attraction from across the room)

Exterior: New York City

Interior: Private venue party - nighttime. Dark venue with high tables, couches and drinks Celebrities and other associates mingle and conversate. There is a jovial air to the event.

Richard is wearing a black suit with a blue shirt, and an appropriately colored tie. His hair is grown out a little, and is swept back.. an evening facial shadow is visible on his chin.

Kayla is wearing an A-line cocktail dress, blue and black lace. Her hair is half, up half down, make up is light.. And her skin is sparkling with some kind of treatment. She is wearing black pumps which create a dimension of height to her curves.

There is soft lo fi music emanating from speakers around the room. Nothing obtrusive, but definitely thematic.

Richard enters the party and immediately is approached by a women in her 20s.

Women: Hi handsome… are you alone?

Richard: (Smiles subtlety). No, I’m not alone.

Women: Wait, aren’t you Richard?

Richard: (Pauses trying to make his way to a colleague who was waving at him)

Yeah. yeah I am.

Women: Can I have an autograph?

Richard: (sighs) Sorry. I really need to be getting on.

Richard excuses himself. Some time passes at the party.

Richard sips his drink, idly and listens to a male colleague retell an outtake from a previous project. He smiles and as he looks up, he sees Kayla across the crowded room. He cannot look away. The colleague bumps his arm in recognition of his story.

Richard: (looks to colleague) smiles, (sips drink), Yes.. I remember, that was.. (trails off) looks again to find Kayla in his eye line.

Across the room…

Kayla: (Kayla does not see Richard’s gaze, is directing a conversation among other men and women She clears her throat as the back of her neck gets warm and she rubs it absently)

I think you’ll find, Robert, that the female of that species is keener than the male. But that doesn’t mean it goes across to all species.. Chuckles

Robert: But Mistress.. It does. It truly does, we cannot deny that as creatures, we men are impervious to the charms of a high class woman.

Kayla: (laughs) Well, I cannot deny that, on its face. Men certainly are devoted to me, but I do not understand it.

Robert: well I certainly can see it.

Kayla: Smiles (sips her drink a tumbler glass of scotch on the rocks)

Richard attempts to come across the room towards Kayla, He seems to be thwarted by many other people.

An attractive women in her mid 30s approaches him, he stops and smiles nicely.

She speaks towards his ear.. Playfully and he keeps his eyes locked on Kayla.

He smiles at the women, making eye contact. And offers a hand to sit down.

She responds and sits next to him. Richard sighs (under his breath). Sitting down at a high table stool, and taking another sip of his drink.

The women and him attempt small talk. Richard does his very best to be cordial, but he keeps glancing towards his goal.

Several minutes of this and the woman gets the hint that Richard is uninterested.

Kayla is still engaged in conversation with several others across the room. She has not noticed Richard’s gaze, but is aware that she is being watched, and keeps fidgeting with her hair.

Several minutes of this, and she excuses herself.. Heading for the lavatory, which is positioned behind a partition wall to her right.

Richard excuses himself from the women, only to be approached by another.. As he makes his way towards the hallway. He again is nice, but responds, with

“Thanks, but no”. And steers around the third women.

Kayla manages through the crowd to the partition wall, and flattens her back against the wall, opposite the lavatory door marked “women”. Kayla slinks down the wall, her knees bending slightly to keep her balance. Richard comes around the opposite corner and slides into a spot right next to her, as she looks up at him, a bit disorientated.

Kayla: (Smiles at Richard). I’m sorry, did I?

She slumps a little against the wall.

Richard finds her arm, and a bolt of lightning shoots through him (like a twitch) as he makes contact with her.

Richard; I’m sorry. Are you alright? Can I get you something?

Kayla: (Looking dazed)

No, no. maybe I didn’t eat enough. I’ve had this weird sensation for a little while, but now. (Looks into his eyes) It seems to have gone.

(Kayla looks down at his arm on hers And giggles) You tickle.

Richard stares at Kayla as she pets his hand on her arm.

Richard: (looks inquisitive) What is your name?

Kayla: Giggles Oh, Kayla, (audibly), Mistress (proudly)

(She looks back up at him, chuckling a bit)

Richard: (smirks) Mistress? Are you titled?

Kayla: Yeah. (eyes on him) Only in my mind.

Richard: Chuckles, Aren’t we all.

Richard is aware of a sensation like warmth spreading through his body, and he runs his fingers through his hair a second to compose it.

Richard: Well, fair Kayla. It seems like you won’t be needing a drink, perhaps I can find you a chair?

Kayla: Grins. That would be lovely. Thank you, Richard.

Richard: Looks puzzled, How did you know my name?

Kayla: You must be joking. I know who you are.

Richard: Well, I am at a disadvantage then, I do not know who you are though something compelled me to come and meet you.

(He leads her out of the hallway by the arm, and towards some seating)

Come on, let’s get you sat down properly.

Still feeling woozy, Kayla allows Richard to guide her to a satee where others have vacated. He sits right next to her and offers her some bottled water that is offered by a waitstaff.

Kayla: Thank you. (takes the offered bottle, opens it and takes a sip)

Richard: Shows a look of concern

Your sure your alright? I wasn’t expecting to come to your rescue when I saw you.

Kayla: Oh, I’ll come good soon enough. Smiles

What I want to know is how are you here? (points at the satee)

Richard: I told you. I felt a strong urge to make my way to you. Its a new sensation for me. I will admit.

Kayla: Fair enough, (takes another sip of water) Show me your hand again.

Richard gives her a hand palms up.. And she takes it with her left hand, closing her eyes and breathing intentionally.

Richard feels a tingle move up his hand and into his arm, his reaction is that of subtle shock, but he doesn’t draw away immediately. Just continues to watch her as she stays still. Her eyebrows kick up and a smile broadens her face.

Well.. good sir. This is auspicious.

Richard: Laughs nervously. What is.. That?

Kayla: Oh, my apologies. I was scanning. What did that feel like to you?

Kayla looks right into Richard’s eyes eagerly awaiting an answer

Richard: (Swallows) It was, warm, inviting, um.. New for me.

(Richard stares at her lips.. And eyes. Darting between them in a disparate attentiveness)

Kayla: (She drops her gaze back to his hand, running her fingers along his knuckles caressingly)

You are supposed to meet me..But I don’t yet know the purpose of this match.

Richard: (Inquisitively speaks up) Match? How do you mean?

Kayla: I don’t know. But your energy is incredible. Can you feel that? (Kayla hovers her hand above Richard.. Indicating a transition in sensation)

Richard: Yes.. (chuckles and smiles) Is this your area of expertise?

Kayla: Oh, no. I dabble in lots of things.

(She sips her water again, letting go of his hand. Richard feels an innate loss when she disconnects, and adjusts his posture accordingly. Kayla waves off to someone in the crowd smiling widely)

(Kayla looks to Richard again meeting his gaze)

Listen, I have another client I need to speak to. Can I find you later?

Richard: I don’t think you’ll be able to be rid of me that easily. (laughs nervously)

Kayla rises from the satee. Richard stands as well. A women approaches Kayla and hugs her, Richard steps back a bit to allow for this gesture.

Kayla: Greta (hugs). How are you? Do you know Richard?

Greta: Of course. Yes. how are you?

Richard: Fine. Thank you.

Greta (directed at Kayla):

He’s here you know. Been asking about you again. Kayla’s eyes start to scan the crowd. Richard follows her gaze.

Kayla: Oh, god. (sighs audibly) Are you sure? (looks visibly nervous)

Richard notices and moves to place his hand on the small of her back, then takes back his hand.

Greta: Oh yes, he came right up to me and asked if You were here.

Richard: An admirer issue, fair lady?

Kayla: Yes, a client turned obsessive. I cannot seem to get rid of him, and he has influence, so he gets into things such as these without question.

Richard: Did you want to leave? I can probably get us out of here.

Kayla: (She looks at him, and then to Greta).

Greta: She would be grateful if you could.

Kayla nods and looks to Richard.

Kayla: Actually that is true. Could you help me sneak out of this party?

Richard made eye contact with a man across the room, and made a hand gesture.

He took his phone from his pocket and punched in a message.

Richard: Let’s go out…(Richard looks down at this phone and then leads her with his arm on the small of her back) this way..

Richard leads Kayla away from the satee towards the hallway again.

Greta: Call me when you get home.

Kayla: Yes, I will of course. Thanks babe.

Looks behind her at Greta

Alexei (client): Mistress! Wait! Mistress!

A tall yet stout man starts heading towards her, as Richard’s guard Julian comes in behind

Richard. Obfuscating Kayla’s form from the assailing man.

Richard ushers Kayla down the hallway, through a service entrance, his hand on the small of her back.

The bang of the service door makes Kayla Jump, a car pulls up in the alleyway, and Julian opens the door, Richard climbs in and then offers his hand to Kayla.

Kayla climbs into the backseat of the car.

Richard adjusts to sit near Kayla in the seat, putting his seatbelt on before the car moves forward. Kayla puts on her seatbelt in succession, as the car pulls away.

Scene: Continuation from Party

Exterior: New York City Downtown

Interior: Car. Richard, Kayla, a driver and security Julian are in the car

Richard: Seems I got you out just in the nick of time.

Richard looks back as the tall man stumbles out into the alleyway, shouting in Russian.

Kayla: Smiles, Yes. you did. (looks at him, then down at her lap) Thank you for doing that. It was very kind of you.

Richard: It felt natural to do so.

(Richard and Kayla share a glance)

Kayla: Really?

Richard: So, where can I take you? (Richard’s eyebrow quirks up)

Kayla: Um, actually. (looks at watch), I cannot be home just yet. Can we go grab a bite or something?

Richard: I could eat. Signals to Julian in the front seat Can you find us something.. (he looks at her) simple.

Kayla was looking out the window of the vehicle, wistfully.

Julian: (nods) Yes sir.

Richard looks out his own window, then over to Kayla. Kayla is contentedly watching the city flow past her window in the car.

Silence passes between them like heat

Kayla: (Looks over to Richard) What about Halal? Thats usually available this late in the city right?

Richard: Yes, I suppose so. Do you want to eat it here? (groans under his breath)

Kayla: Oh gosh, no. I wouldn’t impose. I just was wondering, wait, your joking aren’t you?

Richard: (chuckles) I’m really not actually. I don’t want to eat in this car.

Kayla: Ok, fair enough. So, can we find a real place? I mean its, well (looks at watch) after 10 now.

Richard: Let me worry about that. Are you sure you are ok? You didn’t seem well back at the party.

Kayla: I’ll be fine. Thank you. Dodging that guy was a huge help. I am indebted to you.

Richard: Wherever I can be of service (smiles)

Kayla: I’m sorry?

Richard: (Richard looks away a second from her gaze) Sorry.. That was a strange thing to say wasn’t it?

Kayla: For me, no. Maybe for you. Are You feeling alright?

Richard: (Chuckles)

Actually, not for the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re like... I’m drawn to you by some unseen magnetism.

Kayla: (Locks eyes with him and giggles)

Yeah, I have that effect on people (sighs)

She looks back out the window.. Her hands resting in her lap

Richard attempts to move closer to her in the back seat

Richard: What are you looking at, so intently?

Kayla looks back at Richard

Kayla: Trying to keep my composure around you.

Richard: Around me? (chuckles) Am I that intimidating? (smiles)

Kayla: Gosh, no. I.. mean.. Well.. (drifts off, then meets his gaze) I have thought about you for awhile.

Richard: Thought about me? (deeper tone)

Kayla: That came out wrong, I suppose.

Wondered about you, (thoughtful gaze) might be more plain. (smirk)

Richard: And just what fair lady would that entail, the wondering.

(Richard props his hand on his own cheek and leans in to listen intently)

Kayla looks at Richard’s stance and giggles Kayla: I .. don’t want to show my hand. (smiles down)

Richard: Show me.. I’m all ears to hear this.

Kayla: (Takes a deep breath)

Alright, but remember you asked for this.

(Kayla looks up at him more resolute)

The universe told me we are supposed to meet

Richard: That's a statement (straightens his posture) And when did this occur?

Kayla: A few years back.. These things take time, for opportunity.

Richard: Should I be concerned? This sounds like you sought me out tonight.

Kayla: Oh, nothing like that. Opportunities to present myself to you, were my only option. Its not like I can go through the normal channels.

Richard: (Smirks) No, I don’t suppose you can, can you. So, how did you know I would be there tonight?

Kayla: Oh, I didn’t. I was honestly mingling tonight for new clients. You just happened upon me. (chuckles) Organically, I guess. But you seem to be compelled from what you said you felt.

Richard: Yes.. that is true. There is an urge to be near you (deeper tone)

(Richard looks at Kayla seriously)

But I do not discount my feelings, especially around women.

Kayla: That’s smart. Women can be intriguing, that’s for certain

Richard: So, should we share a meal then, and see what the universe was conspiring about?

Kayla: (smiles at him, cheerfully) Yes, let’s.

The car pulls up to a restaurant and parks aside. Julian exits the front passenger seat, opens the door for Kayla. She gets out of the car. Richard slides across the seat to exit at the same side. As he exits the car…

Scene: Halal Restaurant - NYC 1020 pm EST

Interior: one walled booth stretches along the right side of the restaurant from the front to the back. Several hooded booths on the left in circular pattern. Several tables set in the center of the room. There are no other customers. A corner booth houses some idle employees engaged in chatter in a foreign tongue.

CAMERA follows them into the restaurant

Richard and Kayla are seated on the walled booth. Richard takes a seat facing Kayla and Kayla sits with her back to the cushioned booth.

Julian positions himself across the room in a booth.

Kayla removes her coat and stretches her legs along the length of the couch seat Richard clears his throat as the waitstaff offers a menu.

Richard: Thank you. (to the staff) Do you want a drink? (to Kayla) I’ll have the Shiraz.

Kayla: Water is fine, thank you.

Richard: (Orders), we’ll have the platter, ya?

(Kayla smiles at him)

Waitstaff:

Nods and takes menu.. And scurries back to the kitchen

Richard readjusts as he removes his jacket, and unbuttons his blazer

Kayla: Do you mind terribly if I take these off?

(indicating her heels)

Waitstaff places a glass of red wine in front of Richard and water in front of Kayla, then exits

Richard: No, no. please its fine. (sips his wine) Do you need a hand?

Kayla: Are you offering to take off my shoes, or rub my feet? (she smirks)

Richard moves over to sit next to her feet at the booth.

Richard: Are you asking me, or (deeper tone) telling me? Mistress…(his hand on her shoe)

Kayla: (Watches Richard as he slides his hand up her ankle) Giggles

Your more playful than I thought you’d be

Richard removes her left shoe, caressing the ankle. Letting his hand linger, looking up at her.

Kayla’s breath caught a moment as she met his gaze. Kayla is composed but you can see the heave of her chest in satisfaction. Kayla sighs in relief when the first shoe comes off. Kayla closes her eyes and lays her head back against the booth.

Richard: (Richard’s hands are on her right ankle now.. Resting in his lap)

I didn’t hear a command.

Kayla: Kayla’s eyes open playfully.. Smiling. You may rub my feet..

(Richard watches her, as he rubs her ankle, and feet)

(Kayla relaxes a bit and sighs )

Richard: (Richard continues to massage and keep his eyes on her as he does)

So, tell me. What’s with the dodge at the club?

Kayla: Kayla opens her eyes… and draws her feet back a moment. Oh, Alexie? He’s harmless.. Just obsessive.

Richard: I don’t think those two things are congruent. Is he dangerous?

(Richard takes a drink with one hand, not breaking contact from her)

Kayla: (watches him inquisitively)

No, well, he said he killed someone once in Moscow with his bare hands or something.

I don’t know if thats true, but he doesn’t seem capable of lying.

He’s a drunken liability most of the time. Loves to hear himself talk.

Richard: (smiles in knowing) That must be exhausting for you.

Kayla: Yeah, (smiles) it is.

Richard: But clearly, hes enamored with you.

Kayla: Yes, very (sips water)

Richard: Are you afraid of him? I saw you tense up earlier.

Kayla: Weary - I would say is the right epitaph

(shes says looking towards the window of the restaurant out to the street) I am extremely weary of him. I do believe he loves me.

Richard: (cuts in) Loves? (chuckles)

Kayla: So he says. But I believe he believes it. I think it’s expressing more of an obsession.

Richard: Do you deal with obsession much in your, work?

(Richard drinks again, as Kayla responds)

Kayla: Yes.. actually I do, or maybe point of fact it became that way.

The food is delivered to the table and the waitstaff exits towards the kitchen again The conspiratorial employee group is still deep in conversation and stunningly takes no notice of Kayla or Richard.

Kayla: Oh.. finally food.

Richard: It smells pretty good actually.

Richard forks a piece of meat and eats it. Kayla reaches for some too with her own fork..

Richard moves the plate playfully.

Richard: This one.. Is mine! (laughs)

Kayla: Come on… (Kayla pokes him in the belly with the fork)

Richard: Ouch.. Mistress.. Please not here.. (cajoles)

Richard sets the plate down so Kayla can get some meat off of it.

She forks some meat and laughs with him. They both silently chew a moment.

Richard: (Richard takes a drink and sighs)

You really are comfortable to be around, you know that?

Kayla: (Looks up from her food) Yeah? That’s nice of you to say. Do women usually make you tense?

Richard: (eats) Not really, but you know how it goes. its different,... your different I think.

Kayla: (blushes) Oh. well thank you.

(Kayla shifts her legs back towards the floor.

Richard instinctively moves to touch her knee)

Richard: Did I say something wrong?

Kayla: No, no. (Kayla looks towards him) Just forgetting myself. Your being so nice to me.

Richard: Should I be mean to you? I didn’t realize I was supposed to be.

Kayla: Oh gosh.. No. Just be yourself, obviously. (fidgets with her skirt) I really should be going, I have taken up enough of your time.

Kayla moves to stand. Richard stops her with a hand on her arm.

Richard: Kayla, wait. (hand on her arm, gently) Please. Stay. We can finish and then I can get you home safely, ya?

Kayla: (Nods) Alright. Yes, your right. I just..

(Kayla’s phone buzzes in her coat pocket audibly)

Richard: Am I keeping you from something or someone?

Kayla: (Kayla stares into Richard’s eyes fully) There is nowhere I would rather be, than here with you.

Richard: (gulps some food and clears his throat) Then stay with me, a little longer.

Kayla sways a bit on her feet, and moves back into the booth seat, sitting hard on the firm cushion.

Kaylas’s phone buzzes in vibration so aggressively it falls right off the booth seat and onto the floor

Richard sees the caller just before it goes away “Alexei S”. He retrieves the phone and hands it to Kayla.

Richard:

You must have a lot of business, and he certainly is persistent, Our little Russian friend.

Kayla:

(Kayla unlocks her phone and scans the call logs and messages) Its all clients usually.

(Kayla sends a quick text and sets the phone down sharply on the table)

There. Now we can finish.

They both eat, smile, cajole and continue with the meal

Richard and Kayla finish eating.

Richard helps Kayla put her shoes back on, smiling up at her, from the floor.

Kayla excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

Richard watches as she walks to the back hallway of the restaurant enters a room marked

“women”.

Julian stands, near to Richard, while Richard pays the bill with a signature, passing fast compliments to the waitstaff.

Julians head moves like a tennis match between the hallway where Kayla is, and the front entrance of the restaurant.

Julian, speaks into an ear piece

Julian:

We are exiting in five minutes

(echoes through the ear piece)

Driver:

I’m still here. Car will be ready. (sarcastic tone)

(CUT-IN SCENE)

Interior: Halal Restaurant Bathroom

Kayla comes out of the stall and moves towards the sink to wash her hands.

The audible sound of a flushing toilet against the tap running.

Kayla looks up at herself in the ornate mirror hung on the wall.

And shakes her head.

Kayla:

What in the actual fuck is going on?

Kayla says to herself

How did I do this? (laughs outloud to herself)

Moves her hand into her coat pocket and removes a lipstick.

Re-applies it to her lips and fidgets with her hair.

The click of the lipstick cap rings through the quiet bathroom.

Kayla sets it done on the sink and stares into the mirror.

Ok.. so, your going to go home, and not ask him up.. Right. Yes. Thats it. You're going to be a lady.

He’s a gentleman. (sighs heavily)

Oh, god.. He really is gorgeous this close. And he smells amazing.

And he has been incredibly sweet and.. (closes her eyes) Human to me.

She looks at herself resolutely in the mirror, turning slightly in her coat.

And places her hand on the door of the bathroom to exit.

Kayla walks back down the hallway..

Towards Richard who was waiting at the entrance of the restaurant.

Richard smiles at her, kindly.

Richard:

Everything ok?

Kayla:

Yeah.. yeah.

Kayla walks ahead of Richard.

Julian has exited ahead of them both and is standing near the car at the street.

PAN BACK AS THEY EXIT THE RESTAURANT

Scene: Alexei the Annoyance

Exterior: Halal Restaurant - NYC 1145 pm EST NYC street in front of the restaurant.

A slight drizzle now. Audible of cars passing and wet pavement Other sounds are of late night.

Kayla steps out ahead of Richard into the light drizzle.

Julian opens an umbrella and moves towards Kayla and Richard as they clear the awning of the restaurant. Kayla sees Julians eyes dart to his right first, Kayla backs into Richard, who naturally catches her.

Alexei comes towards them from the left quickly, from the shadow of the neighboring awning. Richard moves around Kayla swiftly, blocking her from view. Julian at his side.

Alexei: Mistress please. I need to see you. (Alexei is holding a large bottle of champagne in one hand)

Richard keeps himself between Kayla and Alexei who is several feet from him.

Julian moves to place hands on Alexei, Alexei shakes him off (he is 6’5” and solid as an ox)

Richard: (to Alexei)

Look mate. I think you need to give the lady some space.

Alexei: (stumbles back from drunkenness) Alexei can still see Kayla behind Richard, as she peaks around him

Is this him? Is this the guy?

Kayla looks to Alexei eyes stern

Richard looks back at her, Kayla mouths “i’m sorry”

Kayla:

Alexei (speaks calmly) Go home!

Alexei: Just let me lick your shoes for a minute, please Mistress!

Richard and Julian relax a bit, Richard gives Kayla room to address Alexei.

Kayla: Alexei! I said GO HOME!

Alexei: Please! I want my lightning. I love you.

Richard shakes his head, and smirks at Alexei, Alexei keeps trying to inch closer to Kayla, swaying a bit as he speaks

Richard: Look. She clearly said, No. I think you should go and respect the lady’s wishes, ya?

Kayla touches Richard on the shoulder, Richard looks down at her.

Kayla: Look, its fine. Can we go now?

Two more guards appear seamlessly out of the dark and start to physically restrain Alexei on the sidewalk. Alexei resists shouting

Alexei: I am russian, you cannot contain me (the champagne bottle falls and crashes on the sidewalk)

Richard escorts Kayla towards the car, placing her inside first, then stepping into the car himself. Julian closes the door behind Richard and the four of them pull away.

(In car)

Kayla: (looks behind her, as the car drives away) They won’t hurt him will they?

Richard:

Richard looks at Kayla as she settles back into her seat beside him

No, they’ll get him home safe (glances at Julian) Are you alright? (to Kayla)

Kayla: Not really. I just didn’t want him to hurt you?

A tear rolls down her cheek, the light from the car skylight catches its streak, and Richard notices, Kayla is staring ahead of her

Richard: Not much chance of that. But why would he?

And forgive me, but why did he say..

(Kayla cuts in) Kayla: Is that the guy?

RICHARD: Yeah.

Kayla: I’ve had him awhile. He knows I have been looking for you.

Richard: Oh. (thoughtful) But he said it conspiratorially.

And then you apologized. You know how that looks, right?

Kayla: (Kayla wipes away tears, and pulls her coat closer to her shoulders)

Yes, I am aware of how it looks. Its not what you looks like. I promised him things, if I didn’t meet you.

Richard: Hmm.. I see. Are these… uncomfortable things?

Kayla: (looks at Richard)

Oh, no. He’s not into that.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to break contract with him, but unfortunately I needed the money. And he is, as you saw, relentless (rolls eyes)

Richard: Yes, I did certainly see that. How did he find you?

Kayla:

Actually I’m not sure.(Puzzled look) That has been on my mind since we left. He couldn’t have followed us that fast from the party. And I know he wouldn’t have been able to resist stumbling into the restaurant to make a scene.

Richard: Can I see your phone a second?

Kayla: (looks at him, almost innocently) Yeah, sure. Why?

Richard: I have a hunch. I assume that when you sent that text it wasnt to tell him where we were.

Kayla: Oh, no. I didn’t tell him. I just told him to leave me alone.

(Richard takes the phone, removes the case, and uses a device in his pocket to slide out the sim card from the chamber)

Richard: My guess is, he put a tracker on you, and you, (pries it open and removes a chip) don’t know about it. (pops it out, opens the window and tosses it). There.

Richard replaces the card, cover and case and hands it back to Kayla, Kayla stares at Richard in awe.

Kayla: Thank you.

Richard: (smiles) Not a problem. I’m glad I could help relieve your stress.

Kayla: I mean, I guess. I thought I was taking all the necessary precautions.

Richard: Well, he clearly is prepared to stalk you, that’s for sure. But you can’t fault yourself, he’s obviously well versed and I’m sure there is at least a fraction of time you have spent together that he had access to your phone.

Kayla: Clearly. (Kayla holds her phone against her chest.. Then puts it to her lap quickly) (Kayla looks out.. Then back at Richard)

Actually, I can’t think of one time. He acted inept at using his own phone, let alone touching mine.

Richard: Well fair lady. You have quite the conspiracy than to behold. (chuckles)

Kayla: Yeah (grins) perhaps I do. Can I ask for your assistance again? And again, thank you, I am super grateful.

Richard: It would be my pleasure. Of course. So, where are we taking you, then?

Kayla: Right. Right. Let me check.

(Kayla fiddles with the maps on her phone, and passes it to Julian and the driver) I’m staying here.

Julian: Yes, Miss.

Kayla: (to Julian) Thank you. Richard: Now that that’s sorted. I just wanted to say, that you are an intriguing and attractive women.

Kayla: (looks to Richard, her eyes playful) Thank you.. Coming from you.. (pause) Thank you.

Richard: Your welcome., of course. I did not see this coming. I’m usually pretty good to predicting things like this.

Kayla: Are you? I didn’t know that about you (smiles)

Richard: I still have some tricks, yeah.

Kayla: Such as.. ? (she smirks at him)

Richard:

No, no (chuckles) I haven’t searched all your things you could have more devices on you… I’m not spilling secrets.

Kayla: (laughs) Oh, come on.. Gosh! I hope thats not true. (Kayla looks down and starts emptying her coat pockets)

Richard: I can search you if you want (his eyebrows kick up playfully)

Kayla: (giggle) maybe later. (she smiles out the window at the passing city)

The car slows in front of the Kaylas hotel (midlevel hotel) outside of Manhattan. Richard: (Looks out to the hotel) Are you seriously staying here?

Kayla: Yes, I know its awful. No room at anything else better, I came in short notice. Richard: Came in, from where?

Kayla: Chicago.

Richard: Oh, so you don’t live here? (dashed tone) Or even outside the city.

Kayla:

No, but I have some folks I can stay with near Rutgers sometimes when I’m out this way for work. Its about 40 minutes outside the city (answering as if he had asked)

Richard: Can I walk you up to your room?

Kayla: Yes, you may. Thank you.

Julian exits the car. Opens the rear door. Richard steps out and then offers Kayla a hand to exit. Kayla steps out onto the sidewalk and enters a hotel bereft of a doorman.

Scene: A Goodnight Kiss?

Exterior: NYC

Interior: Hotel lobby, front desk and elevator hallway

Richard scoffs a moment as they walk through a drab lobby, without a receptionist.

Kayla leads him and Julian to an elevator passage, past the front desk and in another corridor.

Kayla presses the button and the door immediately opens, a faint piano is playing down another corridor. All three of them enter the elevator. Kayla presses the button to 6th floor and runs her key card against a panel marked “limited access”.

Richard reaches towards Kayla’s arm in the elevator, standing beside her. Kayla shifts against him and smiles. Richard looks at her and smiles back.

The elevator is quietly humming as it rises to the necessary floor.

The elevator reaches 6th floor and the doors open tentatively.

Richard holds Kayla back with a soft hand on her arm. Julian steps out of the elevator first. He nods back to Richard who escorts Kayla off the elevator.

Richard: So, where are we headed?

Kayla: Room 616, its to the left about halfway down.

Julian walks ahead of them, noting each door as they pass it.

Richard saunters beside her, as they stroll to her door.

Julian stops on the other side of the door marked 616. Firmly placing himself against the wall.

Kayla turns towards Richard in front of her door.

Richard: (smiles at Kayla) So.. we made it. Safe and sound.

Kayla: (stares into Richard’s eyes) Yeah. We made it.

Pause between them, as Richard stands, above Kayla. Kayla looks up at him, breathing excitedly. Kayla rests her hands behind her on the door. Richard leans in to kiss her. Kayla closes her eyes to receive it. Their lips meet and there is an instant gratification, Richard’s hand meets Kayla’s chin, and Kayla moans against his mouth.

SOUNDTRACK: “Fallin’ (Adrenaline)” – Why Don’t We (0:09 – 0:34)

Richard: (their lips part) My god..

(Richard breaks from the kiss to compose himself, Kayla is catching her breath)

Kayla: (tugs at his shirt collar) Do you want to see my room?

Richard: (Nods at her, hypnotized)

Transition to next scene

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Heartlines

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Summary: Stephen has all sorts of magic tricks, though you’re not quite sure you believe him when he starts telling you about the heart lines on your hands. When he disappears into space one day, and you’re left alone - for years, and years - you can’t help but think hope was the best magic trick he ever showed you. Warnings: inexplicit but animal harm/blood for the purpose of divination, do people tag grief? Reader struggles with grieving, happy ending though~~ Words: 2.4k

Stephen thinks he’s being funny.

‘Heart lines’ he calls them, as he traces certain lines across your hands. Some of his magic and sorcery makes sense - other parts sound like parlour tricks. You can’t tell when he’s being entirely serious. Some things – like portals and flight – you understand, because you’ve seen them. But astral projecting? Bending reality? You're dubious.

And now heart lines? In the moment you’re sure he’s pulling your leg. In retrospect, it’ll be one of the best things he’s ever done.

Still, now, in this moment of time that will fuel memory for years to come, he traces the creasing line over one of your palms with a shaking, pointing finger.

“And this is a heart line.”

“Oh?” You ask, voice clear with mirth. He’s been drawing lines all over, making it up. He’s making it all up, it’s all silly and nonsense, but you believe it because he’s telling you a tale - and you don’t know what’s coming next for all of you, but he’s here now. “And what’s it telling me?”

“Telling you? No, it’s leading you.”

“And where is it leading me?”

He doesn’t reply, and the look in his eyes is softer.

He holds his hand up to yours, palms pressing against each other. “Oh look.” He says, his voice barely a breath. “A matching pair.”

It’s so dumb, so cheesy you can’t stand it, but you love him.

He spins you a story, telling you that your heart lines connect you across the ages, across time, that you two are joined together indefinitely - because 'do you see where these two bits line up?' I don’t think they do. 'They do, look, move your finger like this' -

He’s so lax with hands he once held so covered and secretive. He laces your fingers together. You’re at home and at peace in his arms.

All is well. Heart lines lead home.

______

And then your hands are cold.

Stephen made an irrevocable choice. In the grander scheme of things, it helped wipe half of life from the planet - from the universe - and in the smaller scheme of things it has left your hands cold at night.

That’s the part you can’t get past. The selfish part. During the day it’s easy to see the rest. At night, he’s the only one you notice the absence of. Cold bed, cold hands.

You hold your own hands, trailing your heart lines to ends with an abrupt stop. No leading, lingering flesh to soothe into story.

Some days - some dark nights - you ask him if he can return. If he could come back to you, please. Just him - how shameful. selfish

- as if it’s even possible.

- as if he’ll know and have the answer.

Sometimes he’ll reply from spaces in your mind, or your heart, that he can. Yes. You’ll feel his voice and you’ll be the one to speak it into the hollow room, “you can, you can.”

Other times, nothing. Hollow room, hollow chest.

Empty hands full of time.

Indefinitely.

______

The sanctuary isn’t home without him – not even close. Without him, it doesn’t revert back into house. It isn’t a home turning back into a memory, it’s a home being stripped to a museum.

Relics that aren’t even his. Spaces that he existed in but didn’t claim. He was a mere footprint in a long line of succession that would blur with time. He could be forgotten so easily, fade into the background, into the wallpaper.

This was the place you lived together; but he made it your home. But he's the only thing that makes you want to come back to the house - so he can’t be gone. And you feel him deep inside, calling you forth - so he can't be dead. There are lines on your hand as proof. Home isn’t gone, but misplaced and distant - wrenched away.

People can be grieved, homes rebuilt - but how can a home be rebuilt without its foundations? He is the foundational heart. How can you ever hope to be restored to any home-like feeling within yourself, without him?

No, he’s still out there. The part of him that presses achingly against your chest and squeezes sulphuric against whatever dimensions sucked his soul through is still there, and it's trying to get back. And you'll get it back. You will build home again and be restored, and home will be restored to you.

It was cleaved from you. It has to be cleaved to you.

You will find whatever iota of him you can and bind him to yourself with heart lines as string adhesive. Fates be damned, you have the rest of time, and will cross and track and trace, circle back along every line.

Foundations will be rebuilt, and you will not be alone.

______

Blood finds your hands.

You’re closer to hearts, further from his. Every day is a step in the wrong direction, moving further along the trajectory of time. Divination was the future; he was the past – but how are you to go back?

You cut hearts out of animals, seeking an answer on how to bring him forward, how to take yourself back. How to undo what he said must be done, what he said was inescapable and unbreakable. Would it be so bad if you broke it?

- he said that the two of you were unbreakable, that the heart lines were inescapable. You have to trust that too.

Caustic divination with blood and bone and entrails - you would dig through hearts to find him if you had to, you would cut through others' in order to hold onto his.

Omens live longer in the natural world. You even looked to augury – you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate, and while it’s as open to interpretation as it is old, you need something to hold onto while you can’t feel his hand gripping yours.

Sometimes you wonder how Stephen would look at you now, if he reappeared in the middle of the room – and you’ve often had that thought. How he’d look at you if he saw you, wrist deep in sheep livers and herbs, practicing augury and haruspicy. Seeing bird guides and books full of scrawlings of a madwoman – you wonder what his first words would be with the anticipation of a new parent.

The Stephen in your head doesn’t care - of course. He’s learned to live with you.

______

Your hands take in all the world they can.

Pressing tightly to bark and dipping into streams of water as if you could reach through and pull him out of anywhere, at any time, as though if you close your eyes and are still enough, concentrate just enough… then, ah, yes. There it is! Do you hear his heartbeat?

But to no avail. Not yet.

It’s though there's nothing left of him in the world. No trace or trailing line. Not a footprint. A body, a scrap of cloak, a beating heart, a hand. There has to be some measure left behind to find, some measure of him that told you home was real. Some small part that you could grieve upon and rebuild from.

Some part that he can find his way back from, like an isthmus parting way over this relentless, endless sea, or an anchor joining two points steady - connecting wherever he is and wherever you are. Maybe he isn’t dead. Just displaced. Surely - surely not dead.

Always connected, he’d said. You two are always connected. If only you follow the lines.

You begin to theorise that you are such an isthmus, an anchor. That you’re the standing at the brink of death, and you alone could haul him up from the underworld, from the other side, from another dimension – where is he again?

- don’t look down that cliff. Your balance will throw you both off.

- don’t look backwards into hell. He won’t be able to follow.

It’s possible. He said that you were connected. Stephen didn’t just say things, did he? Sometimes he did. But not now, not when it could be the answer and you’re so close and so desperate and he’s still. Not. Back.

______

Your hands fail you.

This is not the work that will help. You want to turn away from your head and into your heart – to your gut, to your blood and instinct and be driven thoughtlessly.

But these things, these things… they’re so far from you. They’re so far from your understanding.

And you’re so far from him.

Instinctual Earth beats so distant from the heart – you’re so out of touch with your own heart. You can’t hear your blood thrumming to you anymore, can’t hear it telling you to settle, to wait, to listen. You’re too busy seeking in your grief-madness. Hands covered in water and bark blood.

The search cannot continue. You have to feel the absence of where he’s isn’t, but you aren’t listening.

______

Restless hands, you search books and tomes – temples. You hear of an Isle of Agamotto where you hope time itself can be turned back, just like the Eye, maybe be returned - oh please be returned.

But it’s not on earth, and it’s not within your reach. You cross seas, and try tombs, and do everything within your power – but you don’t have power. You’re not a sorcerer, and the things you’ve been trying are determined and practiced whims at best.

Stephen was powerful, he held the world, all realms in his hands, could’ve done anything he wanted - and he let it slip. So simply. He gave you up.

He let go of your hand - did he… sever the lines that you shared together?

No. Heart lines are set in hardier things. In skin, in bone, in fate.

“We can,” He’d told you. “We can.”

You’re not a sorcerer. You cannot take back time, but you can look to it. See through it perhaps. See forward.

______

As Odyssey mourned his journey, the length of salt he sailed, the years he was kept from home, so you count your days fighting the finality of grief. Salt-struck throat crying out in rage.

In your dreams the water tells you to be still, it tells you to breathe easier, it tells you to be calm, in a low, purring hum all too familiar. All the while drowning you, suffocating, forcing time down your throat, peeling lines from your hands like pulling stitches. Undoing destiny.

“Be still,” It murmurs, all the while. Taking its time, giving you yours. “This is how it’s meant to be.”

And you sleep with your hands clasped in fists, because time doesn’t feel like an insurmountable thing between you and Stephen.

Death? You can’t imagine it.

It’s not that you’re ignoring it, it’s that it doesn’t feel real. Death isn’t a finality, it’s an ocean. You only have to find the other side.

Stephen is somewhere beyond reach - but only until you can reach him.

Until you can grasp his hand, feel the creases and shape of his palm like the hills of a remote island that connects the two of you across all of existence. Then you’ll grip him tight and pull him back through.

You will.

You can.

____

Yielding comes on a Wednesday.

Because he’s gone now, but you still have the lines that he traced, that he said were ever connecting the two of you. Ever drawing you together. You would always end up together - that’s what he said. You clasp your hands tightly together now as you did years ago, when he first disappeared. Back then, it was a small effort to console yourself, now it worked well because it was all you had left.

Time had been forced down your throat, and eventually, you had accepted. Now, he’s gone. And your heart line that matches his? You can hold onto this.

In some way, by some stretch of the imagination, he’s here with you still. In the stillness of the library the dust motes dance in the sun, stirred only by your sullen breaths. The spaces where he moved and breathed and lived - he's there in moments and memories. Where he pushed you against the wall and kissed you until you whined breathlessly against his throat. Where you were together – those spaces still exist, so he does.

He’s here in fragments, so long as you're still here. This sanctuary is still his home, as long as it's yours. As long as you exist, he does too. Because of your heart lines. Because they’re joined. Because you’re joined to him.

- Perhaps that’s all he ever meant. Together, indefinitely.

He isn’t here. You can hold him in your hands, but you have no way to bring him back.

______

The river runs softer against you, washing sheep blood off your fingers, red creased lines in your hands once traced by fingers that no longer exist.

It’s okay that they no longer exist. You can bare the thought that they no longer exist.

You can.

The water runs against your hand like fingers dragging through yours. You’ve surrendered to it. Now that you have surrendered, and you have nothing left to give, it will stop fighting you too. The river demanded your grief. Once you gave it, it flows easy. You wash your hands in the flow, and the sensation is that of a lover’s fingers threading yours in replacement for those lost.

______

His hands come back into existence only to shake against the force of a river. You spent years trying to wrestle water, and here he fights an onslaught with his bare, beautiful hands.

You don’t expect it - how could you? Even after all that you fought to bring him back, you never really expected him to come back. Doesn’t everyone want to defy death? Defy grief? But here he is. Defying death, defying the onslaught of the river. The look in his eyes is still so soft and he can’t see the blood in the creases of your hands.

He comes to you, his hands seeking yours like ley lines seeking monuments across the earth.

Warm flesh meets yours. Lines joining, breath being restored, river in your chest soothed with sacrifice.

You don’t tell him how insane it drove you, the distance. The separation across time, across ages - indefinitely. You didn’t tell him what it cost you. His hands are here, holding yours, and they will not be parted again.

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A/N: Hot tip - if you’d like to feel sadder/happier(?) now, go listen to Heartlines by Florence + The Machine. It’ll work wonders ✨ This work is very heavily inspired by that song.

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This Is What It Takes - Legacies x Noralise!Daughter!Reader

Hold on Tight

B/m/n = biological mother’s name

A/n: season 3 is kinda ehh for storylines, so I'll be making a subplot that could be terrible or could be interesting, who knows?

Previously on Legacies...

You were sat alone in Alaric's office after he'd left with Sheriff Mac, the glass empty and you rested your head in your hand, spine tingling as you sensed Hope's panic.

"I… I was wrong?"

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"First of all, I'm only buzzed. Secondly, you haven't told any of us why we should believe anything that you said, Miss... Hope, right?" Alaric slurred over his words slightly as Hope resisted rolling her eyes.

"Mikaelson, actually. Klaus' daughter." Hope corrected him, her eyes widening as the door opened behind her.

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson. What the hell happened?" You exclaimed, hurrying over to pull Hope into a hug, confusing everyone else.

"We could ask the same." Mary Lou snarked before Nora nudged her, gesturing to how you and Hope were hugging.

"You remember me?" Hope tensed up before hugging you back, pressing her face into your shoulder.

"How could I forget you again?" You retorted, gesturing to your ring as the two of you broke apart.

"Subtle, Y/n, subtle." B/m/n remarked, raising an eyebrow at your reactions to a newly Malivore erased Hope Mikaelson.

"Jo, we kinda need that spell you used to get rid of the oni." You explained as everyone raised an eyebrow.

"Now, please."

/// Three Weeks Later ///

The school was shut as the focus for the remaining students was to find Landon Kirby again, after he had turned into goop following having sex with Hope.

"Hope, I've got an idea!" Alaric announced as he found Hope asleep in Landon's bed, whilst you were asleep in the chair nearby.

"What's happening?" You stirred from your slumber, Hope's hand on your knee as she gently wrapped the blanket around you, whispering you to go back to sleep, whilst Hope left to retrieve something with Alaric.

"Go back to sleep, Y/n, it's okay."

"I have to admit, that was slightly adorable..." "Our daughter had to fall for the tribrid, of all people, didn't she?" Nora and Mary-Louise muttered to each other as B/m/n sighed.

"She crushed on Lizzie, a witch, dated Lock, a werewolf, and dated Maya, a human. Make up your minds, ladies."

///

"This is what it takes-" Hope was cut off as Alaric injected her with something to knock her out.

"Should have brought Y/n along." Alaric grumbled, holding Hope's body up as he heard the magic artifact dealer escape.

///

"Well, do you need help washing the dishes or something before I go?" MG enquired as he revealed he'd rented a place with a pool for people to escape to, but Lizzie wasn't invited thanks to Alyssa Chang.

"Y/n, want some breakfast? We've got pancakes." Lizzie called out, spotting you making a beeline for the coffee maker.

"I take it sleeping in that chair wasn't pleasant if she's going towards caffeine." B/m/n chuckled as Mary-Lou watched you work the coffee maker, and Nora smirked.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Hope?" MG asked, but you ignored him in favour of stealing a pancake from the plate Lizzie was holding.

"Hope's on a one woman mission in the therapy box... damn this pancake is good!" You moaned enjoying the taste as Lizzie laughed to herself and MG raised an eyebrow.

"Want to join us in astral projecting into the prison world?" Lizzie asked but you shook your head.

"You can't siphon my angel magic, remember? Anyway, later." You waved, stealing the rest of the plate of breakfast as Lizzie let out a huff and MG frowned.

"What is she up to?"

"Once again, we could ask the same thing..." Nora admitted, folding her arms with a sigh as she leaned into Mary-Lou's touch.

///

You were sat sipping your juice, waiting for Hope to awaken from the therapy box.

"Come on, Hope..."

"Great, watching the tribrid sleep is how we're spending our day." Mary-Louise grumbled, boredom in her tone as Nora sighed, glancing around the office instead.

///

"Why did Ethan give you the stink eye when he saw you earlier?" Josie asked Finch, after having received a tour of Mystic Falls High.

"Me and his sister dated for a minute, like a hot minute, she broke up with her girl to be with me, but anyway, I didn't take the news that she was leaving town too well, which is why I'm on suspension, giving tours and wiping chalkboards. It's a long story..." Finch explained as Josie's eyes widened.

"Wait, you dated Maya after Maya broke up with Y/n... anyway, you can tell me all about it at lunch?"

///

"What the fuck- Hope, stop it!" You shouted, having returned from a toilet break to find Hope using magic to throw Alaric against the bookcase in anger.

"Timing is impeccable." B/m/n pointed out at your return.

"Let me show you something." Alaric wheezed, struggling as the force that kept him against the bookcase held him there.

"Hope." You whispered, reaching out to touch her shoulder as Alaric fell.

"Is that the artifact we were looking for?"

"What the bloody hell is that thing?" Nora raised an eyebrow, bored with what was going on today.

///

"How did it go?" You asked, glancing up from where you were writing in your journal to spot Hope entering your room.

"Empty." Hope sighed, taking up the space next to you as you shuffled over on your bed.

"Do you want to talk, or... okay." Your question was answered for you as Hope stared up at your ceiling, only glancing over occassionally as you kept writing in your journal.

"Stealing looks at each other now, how sweet!" Mary-Lou sarcastically pointed out whilst Nora shuffled slightly, trying to see what you were writing, whilst B/m/n raised an eyebrow at how close together you and Hope were laying.

You ignored Hope's gaze on your face as you continued to write, your stomach fluttering with every word you wrote.

///

To Whom It May Concern

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messy-nonbinary · 3 years

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Little Girl In Training

ENDING 1/2 - Mommy Wins*

TW: Dark!Natasha, Dark!Steve, Dark!Wanda, kidnapping, forced age regression, getting beat up(?), mentions of blood, manhandling, misuse of powers, intrusion of the mind, MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dark!Natasha x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha was able to find you. But this time, she’s going to do it right, leaving no room for errors.

*The endings are in no way correlated to each other!! You can read them both or only read one! It’s up to you!

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

a/n - I wanted to write how I thought it might feel for your mind to be invaded by Wanda... Like how I imagined the citizens of Westview felt.

Your mind was everywhere. What would happen if you were found? What would happen if she couldn’t find you? Would she go after your family?

Family.

You hadn’t even thought about them during your time stuck with Natasha. What did they think had happened to you? Did they think you were dead? Or that you ran away? Did Natasha tell them you were arrested?

Your family was all you could think about as you made your way to Virginia.

You pulled up to your Aunt’s house, parking on the curbside. You sighed. Did you really want to do this? What if you were just putting them in danger? No. There was no way they even knew you were here. It was better just to warn your family and leave.

You got out of the car, trying your best to calm yourself before entering.

You stepped knocked on the door only for it to open upon your touch. “Hello?” You called out. “Mom? Aunt Jane?”

Once you didn’t get an answer you walked in. You gasped once you saw the scene. The house was a mess. As though a tornado went through only the inside. You dreaded the worst. Had she already gotten to them?

You walked to the living room and fell to your knees screaming at the sight. You mom and Aunt. Bloodied and dismembered.

“Get her!” You heard someone from behind you yell. You quickly turned around, only to be tackled to the ground. Your back met glass pieces that were scattered around and you screamed in pain.

You tried to fight against your assailant but more came, grabbing hold of your limbs.

You were being beaten into oblivion. The last thing you could remember thinking was ‘at least I don’t have to run anymore’ before you were waking up screaming.

Natasha was quickly at your side, pulling you into her lap. You looked at her with shock. How did you get back? Wait- Did you even leave??

Was this all just a dream? It couldn’t be-

But then why couldn’t you remember anything?

“Are you okay, Lovebug?” Natasha asked, holding you as tight as she could with an injured shoulder. When did she hurt her shoulder? Why can’t you remember!?

You nodded. “Bad dream.” You told her, tears in your eyes. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Seems like she’s scared.” You heard an unfamiliar voice from behind you and you turned your head. “Who’s that?” You asked quietly. “That’s Mommy’s friend. Her name is Wanda. Can you say hi?”

“Hi..” You muttered and Wanda smiled at you. “Look at that! Wonderful manners, dear.” The praise made your cheeks warm unexpectedly and you hid your face in Natasha’s chest. You wanted to push away from her. To scream and tell her that you didn’t want her. But you couldn’t.

It was even somehow harder for you to think those thoughts, let alone act on them. Somehow, you even found yourself fearing that Natasha would leave you. You wanted to stay with her. But you also didn’t.

What was happening to your mind?

“Do you want to talk about your dream?” You heard Natasha ask. You didn’t want to. But for some reason your body betrayed you and you nodded. “I left you, and I hurt you. I see my Aunt and she was dead. Then I got hurt by ‘bunch of bad guys.” You explained to Natasha, tears in your eyes. She hummed, sharing a glance with Wanda, who smiled back at her. “You don’t want to leave, do you Lovebug?” Natasha asked and you shook your head, despite all the protests in your mind.

Your body was on fire, and the more you fought this infestation in your mind, the more it burned. You wanted to scream out in agony but for some reason you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak.

“We’re going to watch a movie together, you, me, and you’re Mommy. Does that sound fun?” Wanda asked and you squealed happily, asking for ice cream in the midst of your excitement.

You felt like you were astral projecting, watching as your body betrayed your mind. Nothing that you were doing outside was correlating with how you felt inside. Instead, you were being forced to play along.

You wracked your brain trying to remember what happened. What exactly happened. Not whatever twisted reality that was being conjured up in your brain.

You could only remember bits and pieces. And it was like parts of your mind, parts that weren’t there before, were attacking the old parts, forcing memories you didn’t have- didn’t want.

Despite the agony, you fought against this mysterious force, trying to focus on the memories it was taking away. Like how you got back in the first place.

You had made it to your Aunt’s place, parking the car near the curb. You sighed in relief, and got out of your car, locking it behind you. As you began to walk up to your Aunt’s house, you felt someone watching you.

With being on the run, you couldn’t just shrug it off. You reached for the bag, only to realize you left it in the car.

Without a second thought, you ran back towards the car, only to be grabbed by a large pair of arms from behind you. One of their hands clasped over your mouth quickly. “Scream, fight, or run, and I kill you Aunt and mother. Got it?” You struggled against your assailant's grasp but once your efforts failed, you nodded slightly. Your aggressor let go of you slightly, keeping a firm grasp on your forearm, and you turned around, facing him.

Your breath hitched at the sight of your attacker. You immediately recognized his face from the news; Captain America. Steve Rogers.

Your heart fell to your feet at the realization that not only Black Widow was as twisted as she was, Captain America was too. Did that mean they all were? Were they all as corrupt and disturbed?

Your thoughts were quickly disrupted as Steve manhandled you towards his car. “You’ve been a very bad girl. You had your Mommy worried sick.” He said, shoving you into the backseat, where there was already a carseat in place. He forced you into the carseat, even as you kicked and cried, being no match for his force.

“Lovebug? Hello?” Natasha waved her hand in front of your face. While in the midst of remembering, you had spaced out and weren’t responding to anyone. “Sorry Mommy...” You mumbled, regardless of the fact you wanted to scream at her for taking you again. “What were you thinking of, Sweetheart?” Wanda asked and you just shrugged. This caused Natasha and Wanda to share a worried glance.

Were they doing this to you? Was Wanda in your mind? Was she making you do these things against your will? It seemed impossible. But then again, you’d never thought ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ would ever do something like this.

“Do it.” Was all you heard Natasha say before Wanda’s hands began to glow. Run. Run. Run. Run.

No matter how many times you screamed in your mind to run, your body wouldn’t move. You simply sat still as Wanda placed her hands near your head and the glow engulfed your mind. You couldn’t see anything in your mind that wasn’t covered by whatever Wanda was doing to you.

Darkness..

That’s all that was left of your mind after Wanda’s intrusion seemingly subsided. That was, until you could no longer remember anything. Well, anything from before your kidn-

Hold on..

Why couldn’t you remember being taken?

Because you weren’t.

Yes. You were.

No. You came willingly. Remember?

As if those words from the ominous voice triggered something, you remembered your first encounter with Natasha, but it was changed. She asked you out and you said yes immediately, already accepting your new role in her life.

That didn’t happen.

Of course it did.

No. It didn’t. Get out!

The voice continued to force thoughts into your head until you could only remember what it wanted you to remember. Once it was finally over, you had no memory of the invasion of your mind.

Instead, your memories were filled with happy thoughts about being with Natasha. Instead of the terrifying and aggressive Natasha you knew her as, your mind was filled with a caring and nice Natasha. Date nights that never happened. Intense and passionate love making. Never a moment of you acting out.

You appreciated Natasha again. Knew her as the hero she truly was. She took care of you. Took you out and away from the cruel and disgusting world that she had come to know.

“All right, Lovebug, let’s go watch that movie. You can pick!” Natasha said, picking you up gently. A part of you wanted to yell and struggle, question what was going on inside your mind. But that part of you slowly subsided and you nodded excitedly at her suggestion.

You understood now. She was the hero that you’d seen on the news. She protected the world. And more importantly:

She protected you. She loved you. And no matter what, you loved her too.

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thegreatstoryteller · 3 years

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Astral Athletics: Possession

When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday.

So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.

“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver.

“Um... I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.

This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but... well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!”

I stood stunned not knowing how to respond.

“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And... you’re staring at me funny... are you-”

Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore.... to touch.

“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And... wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms... on my chest and... I...I... thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something.... but wow I can’t believe.... woah... you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.

My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I... wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you...” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.

“Let’s... head back to our apartment... I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.

With that the two bounded out of the gym. Little did they know that the guy being possessed was aware of everything happening to his body. Not that he was complaining, he was loving every second!

#possession #thegreatstoryteller #shorts

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slightlycrunchy · 3 years

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Number 7 “ who did this to you? “ “ silence* “ hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you? Some Dadzawa and Shinson?

Thank you, Sam. I haven't written dadzawa in too long! 🥺

Dadzawa and shinson, WC 1000~, rated G, pretty fluffy honestly

It's not really the fact that he's tied to a tree, wrists bound and mouth covered, scalp digging uncomfortably into bark, that bothers him. It's not really that he's sweating through a fabric that wasn't made to be breathable or comfortable in any sense of the word, or that he can hardly take said breaths through the small opening left for him above his lip, nose whistling with each wheeze, either. No, while none of those are pleasant, that isn't the part that makes his cheeks heat with shame.

No, that comes from who finds him, an hour (he thinks) after he’s been left to be found.

Hitoshi could roll his eyes at the universe right now. You’re a fucking asshole, he projects strongly into the astral plane. Of course it wouldn’t be anyone else other than a very specific dark figure making their way over the crest of the hill.

Aizawa.

It all plays out in slow motion to Hitoshi, the wildly searching eyes squinting in recognition, confusion turning to concern. Hitoshi stopped struggling a while ago, but he picks it up again now, simply out of embarrassment. He has to show that he fought, that he tried. As Aizawa walks closer, Hitoshi feels his breath catch in his chest, his failure writ plain for his mentor to see; wrapped up tight in his own capture weapon.

“Shinsou,” Aizawa says gently, only spending a moment to take in Hitoshi’s entire mummified body before starting on the knots around his hands. Never did Shinsou understand the length of his capture weapon better than now, when the lengths of it have been wrapped around him multiple times. The ends at his wrists come loose, followed by the ones at his chest, mouth, forehead. The other boys had held him down roughly, and he had fought, his skin turning red with scrapes against the tree.

He thought he had been alone; just another way he failed. He didn’t hear them coming.

Hitoshi can't look up at Aizawa when the man is done, grey fabric piling onto the ground with a soft rustle at Hitoshi’s feet that does nothing to betray what the cloth had been used to accomplish. Hitoshi can’t help eyeing it warily from the corners of his vision. His own weapon used against him...how pathetic.

“Shinsou, look at me please.”

Hitoshi’s stomach plummets to his feet, falling out to rest right next to his scarf, he’s sure. He feels heat behind his eyes and tries to blink it away rapidly.

“Please, kid. It’s alright.”

Aizawa is being so gentle and Hitoshi hates it. He loves it and he hates it. How long has he wanted something like this? An adult showing clear and obvious care for him? But not like this, he thinks hatefully. He’s so unbearably selfish, isn’t he?

Unable to disobey Aizawa in anything however, Hitoshi finally looks up and immediately wishes he hadn’t. Aizawa’s face is flat--’unreadable’ is usually what Hitoshi would call it but now he can swear he sees the disappointment already felt radiating off of the man. This is it. This will be the final straw that Hitoshi has been expecting from day one. Aizawa will tell him the words he’s been ready to hear, “You couldn’t even do this one thing? Fight back against a few teenagers that were probably smaller than you? Pathetic.”

But those aren’t the words he hears.

“Who did this to you?”

It takes a moment for Hitoshi to realize his mouth has gone agape, closing it with a snap. He can’t look anymore, eyes darting back to the ground--

“Hitoshi.” There’s a hand on his shoulder now, firm and warm, warmer than the summer heat that soaks Hitoshi’s clothes even under the shade of the tree. Some of the sweat is from his fear, but whatever. He’ll ignore that bit. He can’t ignore the hand though, his focus pinpointed on his own body. He hears Aizawa sigh heavily.

Oh, now Hitoshi understands.

Aizawa wants to know who did it, so that he can be sure just how much of a fuck up Hitoshi is.

“I don’t know their names, sensei,” he begins, every word hard won from his own mouth. He feels like he’s walking to his own death, and he clasps his hands together in front of him so that Aizawa can’t see how they shake. “I think they were a class above...maybe. I dunno.” His words fade into a whisper. Every second of this is horrible.

The hand disappears, slowly and just as gently as it had come and with its lost weight Hitoshi knows this is it. He nearly flinches when Aizawa opens his mouth to speak.

“That’s fine. Nezu has cameras all over this place, I’m sure we can find them. Attacking other students is prohibited, and both he and I don’t take it lightly.”

Hitoshi can’t help it now as his head shoots up, lips parted in disbelief as he stares at Aizawa. “Wh-what?”

Aizawa’s face is still calm, though maybe Hitoshi imagines a sort of fire in his eyes, an intensity he only gets when he and Hitoshi spar.

“‘What’, what kid? Did you think I wouldn’t care that I found my student tied to a tree, road rash all up and down his arms, sweating in this heat with no access to water for an unknown amount of time? I do care. I care a lot.”

And god Hitoshi believes him.

Aizawa always does this, says things like there would be no other way to interpret them, like every word that comes from him is law and fact and shouldn’t be challenged. Hitoshi wouldn’t dream of it.

His chest suddenly feels lighter than air.

“You hungry? It’s almost dinner time at the dorms,” Aizawa says, shifting his weight almost imperceptibly as if he is done with all of this, but not in a cruel way. He almost seems uncomfortable. Hitoshi feels a small smile tug at his lips.

“Yea, sensei. Starving.”

❤️Send me prompts

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evebestt · 3 years

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Hiya! Since I really adored what you did with my last request I was wondering if I could send through another prompt for a Farah dowling x female reader where Farah and Queen Luna have this sort of unspoken but very clear competition for readers heart and when Farah sees what she thinks to be queen Luna inching towards the finish line she gets envious/cold but really Farah had readers heart all along❤️

Thank you so much by the way. I really appreciate what you do. Sending peace and love and happiness your way xx.

Hi there! Sorry this took a bit, I rewrote it a couple of times. But I love the prompt! I hope you enjoy 🖤

Send me an ask or a message to request a fic. Search my blog for "prompts" to see lists of prompt ideas.

A/N: honestly unless explicitly stated, just assume that in all my fics, the season one ending that we don't talk about didn't happen. Farah's not even napping, she's still alive and awake and being her wonderful self.

To Find Your Truth

Since the Alfean battle with the Burned Ones, Solaria had indeed dispatched a troop of soldiers to be permanently stationed at the school. Between that and the continual growth of Alfea, it soon became clear that a new position would be needed to coordinate the Alfean and Royal schedules. You had been hired in that position, working as a liaison between Farah and Luna, meaning that you worked very closely with the both of them. You’d been a little overwhelmed by your work at first, working not just with the Headmistress of a powerful school and the Queen of the entire realm, but with two of the most powerful fairies – if not the two most powerful fairies in the realm – but Farah and Luna had both made you feel comfortable in your work.

The women were very different. Farah was quiet and calm, her power cool and still under her pristine surface – but undeniably there. Luna, however, was like a fire, sharp and calculating, her power exuding from her and filling every room she entered, even if it was superficially masked in sweet pastels and warm light. You liked them both, despite the differences, and whatever rumors you heard about them.

And they liked you too. Farah often offered you sweet smiles that she didn’t give to everyone, and your meetings with her would sometimes drift into personal conversation, especially if you had them over lunch together. Luna too made her affection for you known, soft touches on your arm that lingered just a moment longer than a friendly touch would, or heartfelt remarks on how she’d never be able to function without you, all of which never failed to make you blush.

You weren’t quite sure when it became a competition between the two of them. It might have happened the day when Luna astral projected into your office, interrupting a lunch meeting with Farah that had gone long with conversation. You’d both been laughing with Luna’s form had appeared, Farah’s eyes bright with affection as she gazed at you fondly, and although you’d both become entirely professional when Luna appeared, you knew she’d seen the way you looked at each other just as clearly as you’d seen the possessive gleam in her eye.

Though your meeting with Luna after that had gone smoothly, as well as all of your other meetings, you could sense that tension in both of the women, like they both had something to prove.

Or more likely, you realized, like they were both trying to win your heart.

Luna became even more bold with her gentle touches, even going so far as to lay a hand on your cheek one night, smiling softly before she retreated and wished you goodnight, offering you a room in the castle if you didn’t want to make the trip back to Alfea. Even Farah, as composed as she was, was more forward in her advances, eyes flicking to your lips when she paid you compliments, or when you rolled your neck to try and ease a headache, she would merely reach out and touch two fingers to your temple, the pain melting away in seconds.

You could admit that you liked the advances of both of them women, feeling as though you could preen under their attentions. Not only did you have Farah — a legendary fairy in her own right — showing you affection, but the Queen of Solaria as well, making you feel like the star of a period piece, your two handsome, wealthy suitors courting you in their attempts to win your hand. You were content with the flirting and the fantasies of both women, not thinking much about where relationships with either of them would go in fear of complicating things. But one afternoon in your office at Alfea, you realized you’d have to decide just where your heart lay.

Instead of her normal astral projecting, Luna had come to your office in person, needing to update her calendar for you and reconcile her schedule with Farah’s and find time for their combined meetings.

“My quarterly inspection of the troop’s preparations here at Alfea needs to happen in the next couple of weeks — hopefully those can drop to biannual next year — Farah will need to be present for that. It will take an afternoon, when can I make that happen?”

You flipped through the large planner on your desk, Farah’s meetings written in blue, Luna’s in red. “Both you and Ms. Dowling have a free afternoon in two weeks on a Friday — though you have an event that night, ma’am, that you’ll have to—”

“Please,” Luna interrupted with a smile, “how many times have I told you to call me Luna?”

You smiled back. “Too many to count… Luna.” It still felt odd to use the Queen’s given name, but her self satisfied smile as she sat back in her chair did make the odd feeling worth it.

“Good,” she praised. “Now, that’s the Benefactor’s Gala, correct? I’ll only need to make a short appearance and give a speech towards the end, so I’ll have plenty of time to dress. Though—” she came around your desk to study the planner herself, standing so close that you could smell her sweet perfume, “that lunch meeting may run long.” She dropped to her elbows on your desk, hips, clad in a dusky rose pencil skirt, cocked in a tantalizing fashion near your head, and you had to fix your eyes pointedly on your planner. “What about this Wednesday here?”

You went back and forth for a while, pencilling in various events. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you wrote the last one, feeling your back ache with the strain of both the work and of feigning nonchalance with Luna’s body so near to yours.

Luna seemed to feel the same, straightening to roll her shoulders, but then surprised you by perching on the arm of your chair, somehow looking effortlessly graceful as she crossed her legs, leaving her balanced on the toe of one of her stilettos. “A queen’s work is never done, hm?”

You laughed softly, not letting your eyes linger on the smooth expanse of her legs. “You wouldn’t be a very good Queen if it was.”

Luna laughed too, rich and smooth, and she looked down at you for a long moment before reaching out and tracing the line of your jaw with one finger. “Lucky I have you, then. To help keep me a good Queen.”

You felt yourself blush, jaw tingling where Luna had touched you. You felt your eyes drift to her lips unconsciously, tracing the smooth, sharp lines. Those lips curved into a smirk, and you blushed further, eyes snapping up to meet Luna’s again, who’s glinted with mirth. She traced the line of your jaw again, slower this time, her hand coming to cup your cheek as her eyes flicked over your features, staring as though she was memorizing you.

Lighting zipped in your stomach when you thought you saw Luna lean towards you, just an inch, but your breath caught, eyes flicking to her lips again as she stroked your cheekbone with her thumb.

A clearing of a throat came from the doorway making you spring back, back hitting the arm of your chair. You blushed even further, your cheeks on fire as you tried to get as far away from Luna as possible, who for her part kept her composure, still perched comfortably on the arm of your chair as she stared at Farah in challenge.

“Farah,” you said, trying to pretend Luna wasn’t there, which was difficult considering where she sat. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t realize we had a meeting today.”

“We didn’t,” Farah said smoothly, still staring cooly at Luna. Her gaze shifted to you then, still cold, and you felt your stomach drop. “I thought I’d stop by to see if you were still here. But if you’re otherwise occupied…” she trailed off, looking at Luna again, and your blush which had started to recede came back in full force, feeling like a student she was disciplining.

“No worries, Farah,” Luna said brightly, looking smug as she stood from her perch. “I should be going anyway.” She turned to you then, giving you a radiant smile. “Thank you for all of your help, dear. You are truly a blessing.” She gave you a wink and then headed for the door, passing closer to Farah than was strictly necessary, and you thought Farah’s hackles would have raised if she had any.

A horribly awkward silence fell over the two of you, and you picked at the edge of your desk, unable to meet Farah’s eyes. She cleared her throat again and you then met her eyes, fighting what felt like the permanent blush in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” Farah said softly.

“No, no, it wasn’t interrupting,” you insisted, still feeling like you’d done something wrong, but why? There wasn’t anything owed between you, but still you felt like you’d been caught. “Is there, ah, something I can help you with?”

Farah opened her mouth like she was going to speak, but then closed it, smiling at you. It was a warmer smile than before, but it still didn’t reach her eyes, and you felt your stomach drop again. “No, it was nothing. Have a good night.”

And she turned and left, leaving you alone and still blushing.

Why did you feel so horrible? It was a little embarrassing to be caught nearly kissing the Queen in your office with the door open, but the waves of shame and regret rolling through you seemed unwarranted. You and Luna were both adults, as was Farah, and each was entitled to their fun.

Deep down you knew why, and the longer you thought about it, the more sure you were. Flirting with Luna was fun, sure, but with Farah it was something more. With Farah, it was a beginning, the promise of something more, a calling from somewhere in your soul that told you there was something there, something that could be beautiful if you both just took a chance.

You were in love with Farah Dowling. You’d been a fool to not see it for so long, but now that you did it was undeniable, and you couldn’t bear not to tell her, for her to think a moment longer that you didn’t feel for her the way she must feel for you.

It was late now, and after finding her office empty you headed towards Farah’s cottage, not wanting to wait until the morning to find her. As you waited at her door, you thought about what you’d say, rehearsed several confessions, but when the door opened and Farah stood there, hair loosely braided and face bare of makeup, all words left your head.

“Can I come in?” you asked after a long moment, and Farah nodded, stepping aside.

You were both silent again, Farah obviously waiting for you to start as she moved around you into the living room.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize for… earlier,” you started hesitantly, unsure how receptive Farah would be.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. You and Luna are… close. You shouldn’t have to hide that.”

Her words were kind, but Farah held something back, something in her eyes that belied more hurt than she let on. Sorrow pulled at your chest, and you had to clench your fists to keep from going to her to comfort.

“No, that wouldn’t be something to hide, but I meant that… I just wanted to clarify— and what I wanted to apologize for—“ Hell with it, nothing sounded right but the truth. “I’m in love with you,” you blurted, and Farah’s head popped up, staring at you in surprise.

“I love you,” you continued, “and I need you to know that, because what I’m really trying to apologize for is that it took me nearly kissing Luna to realize it myself. I think my heart has always belonged to you, Farah, and I’m sorry that I played this game for so long when I could have been with you.”

You stopped, taking a deep breath and studying Farah. She looked at you cautiously but otherwise unreadable, and for a moment you thought you’d misread her attraction to you, utterly destroying whatever friendly relationship you had.

And then she smiled. Slowly, but it was a real one, and it lit up her eyes so that you couldn’t help but smile yourself.

“I—“ Farah started, and then trailed off, still smiling. And then, deciding better of words, she closed the gap between you in three steps, took you into her arms, and kissed you.

Luna’s touch had been thrilling, exciting, but Farah’s touch, oh, Farah’s touch felt like coming home. You leaned into her, gripping her waist to keep yourself upright as you melted into the kiss, feeling her warm and soft underneath you. Your head swam with dizzying happiness, feeling like a puzzle whose last piece had just clicked into place — full and complete and radiantly beautiful. You could nearly feel Farah pulsing with the same happiness as she kissed you, making a small noise against your mouth, to which you sighed and opened your mouth to her, tasting her sweet and tender on your tongue.

You stayed close when the kiss ended, Farah running her hands lightly up and down your back, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You smiled, feeling as though you might overflow with happiness, and bumped your nose with hers. “Me too. Even if it took me a while to realize how deeply I felt, I always knew I wanted to kiss you.”

Farah smiled again and then gripped your hips, pulling you closer to her. “I thought, when I saw you and Luna, that I’d waited too long to make the depth of my feelings known. I’m sorry for how brisk I was earlier.”

You shook your head, leaning your forehead against Farah’s. “Thank you. Though I can’t blame you. I don’t know how I would have reacted, in your position, though I know I wouldn’t have liked it.”

“It was certainly a shock,” Farah said, and then huffed out a laugh, pulling your hips closer to her. “I’d been coming to ask you to dinner tonight. Not just as colleagues, but as… friends. Maybe something more. Then seeing you together, I… jealous is too weak a word to describe what I felt.” She shook her head then like she tried to banish the thought, and squeezed your hips gently. “I’m glad you’re here.”

She said it simply enough, but the weight behind her words had you wrapping your arms around her neck. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and no one else I’d rather be with. I mean that.”

Farah let out a soft, contented sigh, and gently cupped your cheeks before kissing you again, filling you with light and love, speaking just as clearly with her kiss as though she’d spoken it in your mind.

I love you, too.

#farah dowling x reader #farah x reader #farah dowling #eve best #ftws #fate the winx saga

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the demon bros + (un)dateables drunk

tw for drinking so if you’re not into that yeah be warned. also there’s some mentions of horniness because uhhh,,,ya know

Lucifer

normal soft drunk

it’s neither too easy nor too hard to get him drunk

also his drink of choice is probably wine really really expensive wine

he has a pretty high tolerance but not as high as his party animal bros

since it looks like he drinks pretty often if you look at all the alcohol in his mancave study

it’s canon he’s a soft drunk??? which,,,, cute

but also chaotic af

i feel like he just reverts to angel lucifer? the really cute innocent baby that’s also very, very chaotic (think of lesson 37+ luci which i only saw screenshots of but still)

expect him to do a 180: if he’s a stern emotionally constipated dad sober drunk luci is basically him with 0 filters but a lot of emotion

he’ll make weird dad jokes, tell people he cares about them, ask dumb dumb questions that he thinks about daily but never voices

“ok mc but what is lol actually and why does levi say that all the time. wait why are you laughing… lots of love? ok then I send you lol”

prefers to drink with close friends and family only because he knows how he gets when drunk

will not admit it but he enjoys being able to feel so?? free and say whatever he wants since he feels like he can’t normally

Mammon

heavy weight hyper puppy

he has a pretty high alcohol tolerance probably since he’s into partying

also he knows his limits because of past experiences

but sometimes limits are made to be broken

and once they’re broken oh boy

drunk mammon is just him but hyper

or more like even more hyper

i feel like he’d become as excited as a golden retriever on redbull in the first 4 hours

dancing with everyone, making crack jokes, getting into weird situations

and then if he drinks a liiitle bit too much

he’d just break down

and cry

and be an emotional mess

which ends up in him crying over your/ his bros’ shoulder telling everyone he loves them

and then end up falling asleep

so you have to take turns carrying him to bed and make sure he’s safely tucked in with a glass of water close by

you don’t mind though since usually he makes sure you get home safe when you go drinking

Leviathan

heavy weight emotional drunk 100%

another boy that sleeps near a bottle of alcohol so he probably drinks regularly

if you’re in your room all day it’s pretty easy to just do it since you’re safe so he does it whenever he feels like it

this jealous boy can fake being chill while sober but once you get him drunk expect tears, angry rants, yelling, semi-public mental breakdowns

you always end up having to put him into bed while he cries on your shoulder all the while you try to lift this surprisingly heavy boy into his bathtub bed

but also since he’s the most artistic of the family I bet sometimes he does art while drunk?

you once went to his room trying to return a manga you took and oh no levi is painting a 2 meters ruri mural while he’s in the nude

don’t question it it helps him concentrate

sometimes sad bitch energy mixed with alcohol equals great things

he’s also in the lowkey horny drunk category

what can you do it happens when you’re a touch starved nerd,,, all alone in your room,,, drinking

Satan

light weight happy drunk

two glasses of wine and he’s gone

remember like all cards with satan drinking? yup he’s a happy drunk

if sober he’s like ugh partying is for nerds

drunk satan just wants to party with everyone

and vibe

he’ll invite everyone to take group shots, dance all night, do weird shit that ends up being photographed (to his next day hungover dismay)

he’s terrible at club dancing but he will be found in the middle of the dancefloor going wild

expect embarrassing dancing at first

but if you want to correct him he won’t say no to dancing with you more,,, intimately

may or may not grab your hands and start waltzing at some point though

(you think it’s great he’s so happy and free so it doesn’t matter)

Asmodeus

heavy weight horny drunk

has the highest alcohol tolerance since he’s the party animal of the family

lmao what did you expect

drink of choice is probably devilgrammable cocktails: fun, sexy, colorful just like him

he’s the definition of babe let’s drink so we can have wilder sex

loves how oversensitive he feels while drunk??? and how his senses get overwhelmed

will moan out loud if he bumps into a table while drunk no shame, no regrets

and dance really lasciviously with whoever catches his eye

if you’re romantically involved not only will he grind into you or let you do so with him

but expect lap dances

if you surprise him with lap dances instead expect to be,,,, rewarded wink wink

but if you do something meaningful for him or give him tthoughtful compliments

he will go into his emotional mode and literally hug you and never let go

...and you’ll have to spend your night in his arms while he tells you all about how he thinks you’re perfect for him and how thankful he is that you’re in his life

expect some tears in those moments (that he tries to hide while you casually pretend they’re not there in the first place)

Beelzebub

idk normal tolerance and emotional drunk

since he’s HUGE it’s probably not super easy to get him drunk but also since he doesn’t really drink much it’s not hard either

talks about issues and cries

a lot

so he doesn’t drink all that much

and only does it with his family

him and belphie always end up cuddling and falling to sleep together if they both get drunk since they are both emotional messes when alcohol is involved

and you join them too if you’re drinking with them

Belphegor

heavy weight emotional drunk but on the angry side

like his twin but he probably...drinks more?? he’s such a sad bitch I mean c’mon

like his bro he’s an emotional drunk

sad crying, angry crying, just crying

that’s him that’s what you get into if you tell him to drink with you

will get in the stabby mode if too drunk

so don’t let him drink too much if you value your and his life

...rather cuddle him until he gets too comfy and warm and falls asleep

works every time

Diavolo

normal tolerance sleepy drunk

is used to drinking because of social gatherings and high class etiquette but he doesn’t indulge often

since he mostly drinks with luci, barbatos and you

high key prefers sweet cocktails instead of normal fancy drinks

i bet if you took him to the club he’d want to try out the weirdest most colorful cocktails

and then make barbatos redo them

can hold his liquor but he’s still a sleepy boy? like alcohol probably calms him and he’s just so comfortable and at peace he just,,, naps with his head on your shoulder (or luci’s, or barbatos’ depends who he’s drinking with or who’s closest to him at the moment)

if he’s in the club though it’s a different story

he goes full dad mode

doing all the embarrassing dad dances but proudly

remember the meme with prince william or whatever in the club? that’s him

A+ for effort though he really becomes the life of the party

Barbatos

heavyweight vodka aunt

doesn’t really get drunk drunk since he has to take care of diavolo 24/7

but once it’s self care day

oh boy

he turns into a single suburbian mom

you’d think he’s the sophisticated wine mom but oh no

closes all doors and windows, puts on a hot bath with scented oils, lights candles, plays soft jazz in the background

and then drinks straight liquor out of the bottle

(like that one vine)

if you’re close and drink together he’ll also talk a lot more than usual

and give you fun stories about the bois and diavolo

“mc did i tell you about the first week lucifer and his brothers came to the devildom and had to cook for themselves for the first time in their lives? lucifer did not know how an oven works and that you have to close it after you’re done cooking and almost burned the whole house of lamentation down.”

Simeon

light weight spaced out drunk

do not give him alcohol unless you want to experience weird random xD simeon

physically he’s here, spiritually he’s astral projecting

looks the same, smiles handsomely, no change here

...but if you try talking to him he’ll say the weirdest shit like

“mc do you think that the stars know that they are loved and we watch them every day”

uh idk simeon??? what do you think???

if you’re romantically involved he will flirt shamelessly, even more shamelessly than usual

because,,, he’s just more honest so he just says whatever

people get uncomfortable around you two and end up backing off and leaving you alone

surprising enough or not he looks like he’s also a lowkey horny drunk

ofc you can’t tell since he’s so chill all the time

but I bet you he’s horny inside hornier than asmo

Solomon

heavyweight deep drunk

this boy has done some drinking in his lifetime

...since he has whiskey grandpa vibes

will say really out of the blue thoughtful things??? which is so not like sober solomon

“mc you remind me of one of the people that meant the most to me they too were here for me and believed in me when no one else did and I have to thank you for that”

wow solomon that sure was random since you were talking about how cold it is outside before but thank you i guess

fakes being not drunk easily but you can tell the moment he starts speaking that he’s gone

also looks at you straight in the eyes when he talks to you

and sometimes starts giggling or blushing

which makes you go??????? solomon are you okay

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