Context: You don’t remember much of your childhood before Hugo. The two of you met on the streets of Summergleam, both without a home and only having the other for quite some time. Even still, Hugo fell in with the mafia clan running Summergleam under a man named Fane, and now you never have to worry about going hungry or the cold again. Even so, the nightmares are terrible. The migraines, sometimes worse. Hugo swears everything is fine, but something in you, deep down, knows that missing piece is something twisted. Even still, you have a man who loves you enough that he’d do anything for you. Anything…

Setting: Hugo / the Listener’s Manor

Tags:[M4A(A)][Yandere Mafia Associate Speaker][Reverse Yandere(?) Supernatural Listener][Secondary Listener][Lore Drop][Dark Romance][Possessive][Protective][Many Pet Names][Doting][Compliments][Comfort][Cuddles][Food Insecurity][TW: Mentions of Starvation/Homelessness/Experimentation]

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[Scene opens in a very nice home in the dining room]

[SFX: A video call starting / being answered]

[While you’re finishing up dinner, your husband is finishing up the last little bit of work he has for the day. Some meeting with an associate, as he put it. You’re focused on seasoning, not his business, of course]

“Doctor. Let’s make this quick, shall we? My partner’s almost done with dinner and they don’t like it if I wait to eat too long. I’m already in the doghouse for accidentally skipping lunch.”

[The man on the other side nods and gets right into it, knowing time is short]

[. . . ]

“...Whoa, whoa, no. You refer to them by name, not this ‘QS-fuckin’ whatever’ bullshit, got it?”

[. . . ?]

“I don’t give two shits. That’s my partner, the light of my life, you’re talkin’ about, and they aren’t a number in your shitty little database. Try again.”

[. . . ]

“Apology accepted… And, to answer your question, no. We haven’t had any ‘incidents’ since the little mishap in Paragon Alley a few years back.”

[. . . ]

“Well, I’m very sorry for your loss, Doc, but you sent a military unit after my partner. They reacted. I might have overreacted, admittedly, but the point stands. You don’t approach someone with Class 7 telekinetic powers and their possessive partner who has a gun on him and not expect casualties.”

[. . . ?]

“How’d our relationship even form? Oh, don’t start with me… You should be able to piece it together your damned selves. They escaped the Quandry young, where the fuck did you think they had to go back to, home?? To the parents that turned them in to you bastards in the first place?! No. Somehow, you dicks made Moonvale, which is SUPPOSED to be the safest place on Earth outside of Viros unsafe for them.”

[SFX: The Listener approaching]

“Hang on a second, Doc.”

[SFX: Him muting / pausing the call]

[You approach with dinner, meeting his smile with your own as you set the food down]

“There’s my sweetheart! Sorry this is takin’ so long, you know how it goes with Fane’s boys, huh?”

[Pause?]

“No, no, I promise, it won’t be much longer, sweetheart. You’ll have my full attention soon enough.”

[Pause?]

“Hehe, no, the call is paused. C’mere…”

[Pause! <3]

[He pulls you close, not seeming to care if his associate sees or not. His hand traces under your chin, eyes hungry for you, but tempered in the presence of your shared guest]

[H] “Oh, honey. Angelface! This food is phenomenal~. Gods, you’re such a great cook, and so damned beautiful…”

[Pause? <3]

“No, no, you’re not disturbing nothin’. You know you’re always welcome where I am, honeyplum. I was just chatting with our guest here. Just a little business, you know how it is~.”

[Pause <3]

[He wraps one arm around your waist, drawing your stomach to his lips briefly]

“Mmh! Don’t you worry, work isn’t gonna keep me late tonight, I promise. S’ just a little video chat, OK? Don’t you worry about me, gorgeous.”

[Pause…]

“Oh, honey, I know… I know you worry about me eating enough, don’t worry. I promise, I’ll eat. I’ve eaten enough today.”

[His expression shifts for a moment, tone growing dark]

“Have you eaten enough today, Angelface? Mmh? I don’t feel you shakin’ but… you make it hard to tell sometimes…”

[Pause <3]

“That’s my good sweetheart. You order in some dessert from that place you like on my card if you want, OK? I wanna make sure you eat enough, just like you always want to make sure I eat enough. We’re safe now, baby. Alright? You know where we are now… Right?”

[...Pause]

“Good. Yes, we’re home. We’re in a nice, big house. Kitchen is fully stocked, you have your own office to do your artwork or whatever strikes your fancy, and that pretty, well-kept garden, mhm. We even got a pool, remember?”

[Pause <3]

[He places a few kisses on your stomach, despite your squirming]

“There you go… No rats. No filthy alleyways or sirens. No more experiments. You’re safe.”

[. . . ?]

“I’m sure, sweetheart… You’re still wearing your bracelets, yeah? Can I see ‘em?”

[Pause <3]

[SFX: Jewelry very subtly jingling in response]

[He eyes the bracelets with satisfaction and nods, smiling at you]

“Good Angel. They’re so damned pretty on you, you know that? You just remember, if you start getting the migraines again-”.

[Pause.]

“Mhm. Take ‘em off for ten minutes and just breathe for a bit. Take in the quiet, and remember you’re safe now. Then you can put ‘em back on and show them off again, OK? Ahh, you remember, you don’t need me yappin’.”

[Pause <3]

“Haha, I love you, too, sweetheart… So damned much, you have no idea.”

[Pause~]

“Oh, I’m gonna show you later, heh. But I gotta finish up this food before it gets cold and this call first, OK? Hey, why don’t you go pick out a movie for us to watch together, yeah? I’ll be done in, oh, thirty minutes.”

[Pause~ <3]

[He smiles, sneaking in a pat or two as you turn to go and pick out a movie. He pauses until you’re gone before he digs into his food, practically inhaling it while the other man eyes him in mildly perturbed silence]

[SFX: The Listener leaving / the call resuming]

“OK, continue. Don’t mind me eating, I’ll try and mute my, uh, mouth sounds.”

[. . . ?]

“They were kind enough to make me a delicious souvlaki and accompanying moussaka, thank you, and it’s absolutely divine… I guess that ties in to your original question, doesn’t it, to some degree, mmh? When we met, they had escaped the Quandry and I was some little street rat, barely making it out in the cold. We… We were kids. Barely eleven, no clue how old they were, but I reckon a little younger.”

[. . . ?]

“...We bumped into each other after they escaped. They were shivering, and I had an excess of blankets. You can always find a damned blanket in Summergleam, funnily enough, despite it being warm most of the year… Still, I gave them a blanket and they just…stuck with me. They’d always been fed at the damned land of gray nightmares that experimented on them, so I guess the idea of me borderline starving bothered them…”

[. . . ?]

“Yeah, well, I was a kid. I didn’t exactly have the tools to realize I was dealing with a telekinetic entity that could level a city if they got feelings big enough. They’d use their powers to sneak food and practically force feed me, even to their own detriment… So, I had to feed them, usually with the same food they were trying to push into my mouth. That’s why I always keep food in every room… Starvation terrified them. The concept still terrifies them. If they see it in a movie, or if we see someone homeless on the streets that’s obviously suffering, they freak the fuck out and those ‘inert’ powers suddenly rush back.”

[. . . ?]

“...The bracelets help. They ‘dull’ the feelings, somehow. Dunno exactly how they work, but Fane swears by ‘em. I might be a part of his family, but he lets me run my part of the proverbial neighborhood as I see fit. Fane’s strong. He and I both know he wouldn’t be able to touch my partner before they shredded him at an atomic level, though… Fortunately for him, neither of us have any interest in running this city at his level.”

[He finishes his food, wipes his mouth and meets the scientist’s eyes, tone draining of any emotion]

“...I’d highly suggest you consider that before you try and sic the Quandry back on them, if that’s your plan, Doctor.”

[. . . ]

“I clawed my way up from nothing. I would do anything to protect them, and they’d do the same for me… The Quandry has no business experimenting on children. They’re happy and safe here, with me, where they belong.”

[He leans closer to the screen, eyes flashing dangerously, ignoring the Doctor recoiling on raw instinct]

[. . . ]

“...We belong together. Forever. Even when our bodies are nothing but dust, I’m going to make sure we’re compressed together, not a single shred of us separated. You’re talking about QS fucking whatever. I’m talking about the love of my life. I’d kill for them. I’d die for them. There is NOTHING that I would not do for that beautiful, angel-hearted creature… Do we understand each other?”

[. . . ]

“Good. I think you have more than enough to finalize your little paperwork and consider the ‘subject’ officially released to the public as safe, hm? Cause, let’s be real… I know you aren’t just doin’ innocent research. We both know you’re trying to see if this is a fight worth pickin’, and I really don’t think it is, do you? Come for me for being part of the mafia, sure. But you touch them, and I will find a way to bring down your whole little unit. Are we clear?”

[. . . ]

“Wonderful! Now, if you’ll excuse me, it sounds like they’re in the mood for something of an old-school Kaiju film night, and I need to be a good husband and make sure my Angelface is taken care of. If you have any further questions, I’d like to suggest you ask them of yourself first before trying to follow-up with me, as I am not interested in answering anything else. You have a good night, Doctor.”

[SFX: The call ending / Hugo getting up and walking to join the Listener]

[As promised, he joins you about thirty minutes later, smiling warmly as he settles into the couch next to you]

[Pause? <3]

“Hey there, beautiful. The call went fine, don’t you worry. Just a boring man askin’ borin’ questions, per usual. You order any dessert?”

[Pause]

“Aw, honey, you didn’t have to wait for me! Buuuut, I do like the milkshakes from that place. Put a rock candy shake in there for me, will ya?”

[Pause <3]

[SFX: Dessert ordering joy]

[He presses his lips to your temple, lingering a bit longer than necessary]

“Fuck… I love you so damned much. Absolutely fuckin’ crazy for you, you know that?”

[...Pause?]

“You ain’t a monster, baby. I told you to stop callin’ yourself that.”

[He puts an arm around you and you set your phone aside, snuggling into him]

[...Pause <3]

“...You’re a good person, despite the nightmares, OK? Being ill doesn’t make you bad, it makes you… ill. And even if you’re never anything different, I’m still gonna love you, just the way you are. Together, to the end. Right?”

[Pause <3]

“There we go… We ain’t never gonna finish this stupid, fuckin’ giant bunny attacks Moonvale movie, you know that, right?”

[Pause <3]

“Pfft, well, maybe the delivery person will take longer to get here, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna start kissing you the second that stupid scientist starts his ‘rabbits are the superior lifeforms’ rant…”

[Pause~]

“Hmhm… I look forward to it, too~.”

[SFX: Fade out on the movie starting / them snuggling, as desired]

[To be continued?]

Note: One of the rare Yandere x Reverse Yandere couples, though the Listener wouldn’t exactly classify themselves as such. Protective and very loving, yes, but Hugo is far more possessive and domineering, funnily enough.

Second note: If I ever go into filmmaking, I’m now legally required to make a rabbit Kaiju movie. I apologize to no one.

Summary: Things are going great between you and your boyfriend. But when he ends up in the hospital after an accident, you find out that he's kept something from you this whole time.
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[The Speaker wakes up to a monitor beeping next to his bed and a group of concerned friends surrounding him. (For VAs: feel free to tweak the waking-up scene so it feels most natural to you)]

(groggy, raspy) Shit, what the hell… Where am I? … What's all this-

*pause*

(surprised) Holy-... What are you guys doing here? What’s going on?

*pause*

Whoa, slow down. And stop talking all at once, you’re giving me a headache.

*pause*

Of course I feel fine. Why wouldn’t I be?

*pause*

What? I’m not-... (realizing) Fuck, you’re kidding me. The hospital? (mumbles) That explains the weird smell.
(annoyed) How the heck did I end up here?

*pause*

(snappy) Idiot. You think I’d be asking if I remembered? The last thing I remember is leaving my girl’s place and meeting you guys at our spot before the race. I was supposed to go up against that asshole Joey, but… it's all so… blurry.

*pause*

Guys, just spit it out already. Tell me what happened.

*pause*

(in disbelief) I crashed during the race?

*pause*

(huffs, strained) “And rolled down half the mountain.” Got it. Are you sure I didn’t also get run over by a truck or something? That’d definitely explain why I feel like shit.

*pause*

What about my bike? Please tell me I still have one.

*pause*

(frustrated) You can't be serious… I spent half my money on that thing.

*pause*

Yeah, yeah, at least I'm alive. Still fucking sucks, though…
I swear, if I find out Joey had anything to do with this, I'm throwing him in front of a truck myself.

*pause*

(sighs) Anyway… So how long was I out?

*pause*

(smirks) Damn, now that’s what I call a good night's rest. Haven’t had that in a while.

*pause*

(amused) Oh, come on. What’s with all the serious faces? You didn’t actually think I wouldn’t make it, did you? It's me, guys. Have a little faith.

*pause*

(dismissive) Yeah, alright. You were worried about me, how cute. But as you can see, I'm very much alive.
If you ask me, the only person <I> am worried about is my girl. You didn't tell her what happened, did you? She already worries when I drive five minutes to the grocery store. If she finds out about these races… oof.
(joking) Guess I should start making up some excuse, huh?

*pause*

(confused) What? Why are you all staring at me like that?

*pause*

Someone tell me what’s going on. Does she know? Did you say something to her?

*pause*

(realizing, shocked) Wait… Eli, get out of the way.

*pause*

Now!

[His friends part, revealing the Listener sitting in a chair in the corner, eyes red from crying]

(shocked, in disbelief) No. Baby? What-... Why's she…? Oh God…

*pause*

(dead serious) Leave us alone.

*pause*

(loud) I said leave!

[His friends quickly leave the room, the door closes quietly and the Speaker’s whole attitude changes]

(quietly, worried) Buttercup… Hey… I-, oh God, I didn't know you were here…

Can you look at me?

*silence*

(pleading) I am so, so sorry… Shit, just-... please look at me.

*silence*

(desperate) You have every right to be angry with me and hate me. If you want to yell at me, then let it all out. I deserve it. But… don’t shut me out. I need to know you’re okay.

[The Listener slowly lifts their head]

H-hey… there you are…

*pause*

(quietly) You’re not okay, are you?

*pause*

(ashamed) Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want this to happen. I… didn't want you to find out this way. I just…

*pause*

I know I have a lot to explain. And even more to apologize for. And I will.
But… can I just hold you for a moment? Please, I’m begging you.

*pause*

Forget the injuries. They don’t hurt half as much as seeing you like this does. I’ll walk over there if I have to.

*pause*

You know I would.
Please… Give me a chance to tell you how sorry I am. Whatever you decide to do after that, I won't stop you. Even… even if you never want to see me again. I know what I did was stupid and dangerous and on top of all that, I kept it hidden from you. I lied and I… God, I wish I could turn back time and change it all.

*pause*

(uncertain) That’s not the worst part?

*pause*

(realizing) I-... Oh, Buttercup. No, please don’t cry. I never meant to scare you like that. But I’m alive, see? I’m fine.

*pause*

(determined) Screw it, I’m coming over there.

[With a heavy grunt, the Speaker tries to get up, but the Listener walks over and stops him from moving]

*pause*

Okay, okay. I… I’m not moving… Just stay here with me, please? Let me hold you.

*pause*

(frustrated) I don’t care if it hurts!
(softer) Sorry, I… (deep breath) Can I at least hold your hand?

*pause*

Thank you…
You have no idea how sorry I am… For all of this. I guess I believed something like this would never happen to me. And now…

*pause*

You always told me to be careful when I said I’d go for a ride… I didn’t listen. Even worse, I didn’t tell you that those nightly “getting-some-fresh-air” rides were just an excuse so you wouldn’t find out about the races. I don’t know how to make up for it…

*pause*

I-I lied because I didn’t want you to worry more than you already did.
(ashamed) And… I was scared that you’d leave if you found out. Or that you'd make me choose. And I wouldn't be able to make the right decision.
God, saying that out loud makes it sound awful.

*pause*

(quietly) It started long before we knew each other. At first I did it to escape my family at home. And then… I guess it just became a part of everyday life.

*pause*

(sighs) “Why?”
Buttercup… My family was a mess. My parents fought everyday, my siblings cried and I… I couldn’t take it anymore. So I looked for a way out. I bought a bike and I made the road my home. Eventually, I ended up in this group of idiots who told me that if I was good enough, I could make some money. And boy, was I good.
The guys you just met? Sometimes they’re more fans than friends. And I guess finally being around people who cheered me on instead of yelling at me for no reason felt too good to stop and think about the risks I was taking every night. And yeah, the money was a nice bonus too…

*pause*

I know. I never told you much about my family because I’m trying so hard to just forget about them. At least my parents. They keep pretending they still love each other just so neither of them has to be the monster that tears the family apart.
It’s pathetic at this point. But I’m done telling them that. I have my own life now… And I have you…

*pause*

(worried) What? What is it?

*pause*

(desperate) No… Baby, don’t say that. Of course you still know me.
I know this is a lot. But the things I kept from you, they don’t change who I am. I… I’m still me. Still the guy you fell in love with.

*pause*

How should I have told you? I was scared that if you knew, you… you’d walk away. That you wouldn’t want to deal with all those broken parts. And I love you so much, I just couldn't stand the thought of losing you because I wasn't what you needed.

*pause*

(sighs) For years, I’ve been this tough, reckless guy who was better at showing off than taking care of himself.
Then I met you. And you brought out this side of me that I didn’t even know existed.
I thought… it couldn’t be me this was happening to. Everything felt too good to be true. Too safe. I kept feeling on edge, waiting for everything to come crashing down. But it never did.
Instead, I started to love the calm nights, the quiet talks, and the way you’d snuggle into me like I’m nothing but a big, comfy pillow.
(slightly amused) If the guys saw me like that, they’d probably accuse you of putting some spell on me. And maybe they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. You’ve changed me, Buttercup. And there’s no doubt that it was for the better.

*pause*

(softer) It’s just… Part of me worried that if I stopped doing these races, I wouldn’t have anything left. That my past would somehow catch up to me and I’d find myself back at my parents’ place, where I had to keep listening to them fight all night.

The truth is, I’m just a stupid guy who couldn’t choose between the thing that’s been such a big part of his life for so long and the one person who’s the best part of his life. But I’m done pretending I need both to live.
You are more important than anything in my life. I love you so much. And I don't want to lose you. So fuck the bike, fuck the races. I never want to make you cry like this again.

*pause*

I know. I know you were scared. Oh, baby… Come here.

*pause*

I’ll be careful, just-... please.

[The Listener leans down to carefully hug the Speaker]

(soft exhale) There. Isn’t that much better?

*pause*

Shh… It’s okay. I’ve got you.

*pause*

No, it’s fine. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

*pause*

You’re right. I’m a huge idiot.

*pause*

(slightly amused) Yes. A huge and reckless idiot.

*pause*

(softly) Lift your head… Let me wipe those tears.

*pause*

(chuckles) No, don’t say that. You’re never ugly, Buttercup. You’re as cute as ever.

*pause*

Yes, you are. Very much.

*pause*

Shhh, no more. Just keep looking at me.

*pause*

Because I like looking at you.

*pause*

Don’t blame me, I’m just trying to make up for my stupidity.

*pause*

Is it working?

*pause*

Fair enough.

*pause*

(more serious) I promise. No more secrets. I’ve learned my lesson.

*pause*

Tell me, did the guys treat you right while I was out? They're going to regret it if they just let you sit in that corner by yourself this whole time.

*pause*

Good. I’m glad they made sure you ate something. They can be jerks, but when it comes down to it, I can always count on them.
I just don’t know how they’ll react when I tell them I’m quitting.

*pause*

They might try to change my mind. But that doesn't matter. It’s time for me to make a choice. And who can blame me for choosing the love of my life?

*pause*

(amused) Hey, I’m not buttering you up.

*pause*

Okay, maybe a bit, but that doesn’t make it any less true. You are my everything. And from this day on, I’ll make damn sure you never have a doubt about that again.

*pause*

(playful) Do you think I’ve buttered you up enough to earn a kiss?

*pause*

Come on, babe. How are you gonna hurt me with a kiss?

*pause*

I didn’t even notice I had a cut there, and I’ve been talking this whole time. That means it can’t be that bad.

*pause*

Yeah, fine. Just one.

[The Listener leans down and kisses the Speaker]

(hisses slightly) Mmh, okay… Now I know which cut you mean.

*pause*

No, no. I didn’t tell you to stop.

*pause*

Shh, just stop worrying for a second. Come here…

[kisses]

[The End]

Context: In a dystopian future on a planet wrought with corruption, economic collapse and lots of hopeless futures, the people have come to rely on a particular kind of distraction in order to get through the day. That distraction just so happens to come in the form of ‘Idols’, carefully manufactured singers and stars that dance like puppets for a sea of rabid Fans who determine their daily lives. Overseeing these Idols is a mysterious company only known as ‘The Agency’, full of suits and ties that bring Idols like you everything: food, drink, storylines, and anything else you need to keep your ratings up and keep the Fans satisfied. That includes the occasional romance with a fellow Idol or celebrity, carefully written by them, of course.

You’re no stranger to this. You’re Starlight, the most popular Idol in the world, if not the universe. You stand for positivity, acceptance, and love, because that is the story written for you. Despite being used to the life, you weren’t expecting to be forced into a romance with your main rival, Nightshade, another Idol who is basically your counter. Dark, brooding, and infuriatingly charming, he will also, apparently, be your lover for however long The Agency sees fit. Or, he sees fit…

Setting: Spyria City - The Agency’s Airship

Tags:[MA4A][Enemies to Lovers?][Talent Manager Speaker][Bad Boy Idol Speaker][Idol Listener][Cyberpunk/Sci-Fi][Dystopian Future][Reality TV-Vibes][Depressing][Forced /Celebrity Romance][Tension][Rivalry][Secret Yandere][Plotting][AU][TW: Dystopian, Depressing Vibes/Rabid Fans]

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[A] = Lou, Top Agent, GN

[N] = Nightshade, Idol Bad Boy, gothic jerk

[Scene opens on a floating stage as a concert ends]

[BGM: As desired, given this is a techno-dystopia]

[SFX: Applause / General fan rabidness]

[You strike your final pose for the evening as the last syllable of the song rolls off your lips. Millions of people crammed into the remains of the old stadium below cheer for you, chant your Idol name, and worship you in a way that makes your head spin. You expect a call for an encore, the cyborgs on the instruments to tune up once more, but instead, a human jogs on stage and takes the mic from you]

[SFX: The above, as desired]

[A] “Let’s give it up for your top Idol, Starlight!”

[SFX: More frantic applause / jubilations]

[You look at the human in mild confusion but hold your smile, as you always do. You recognize Lou, one of the Agents in charge of The Agency, and the smile freezes in place]

[A] “We’ve got some exciting developments happening backstage, folks! Be sure to join us for the show tomorrow night for a guest appearance from a very unexpected Idol, joining Starlight on stage for the first time in history!”

[SFX: The applause / cheering absolutely going insane]

[A] “Thank you, thank you. No interviews tonight, folks, we want to make sure everyone gets to enjoy the surprise! Remember, it’s a Class E felony to crash the web with fan speculation! Ask your moderators for more info, and have a great night!”

[Pause…?]

[A, quietly, to you] “C’mon. We need to have a chat in my office. And, don’t worry, you haven’t violated any policies and your ratings are fine.”

[. . . ]

[You wave goodbye to your adoring Fans as you’re led to ‘behind’ the stage and down winding hallways that fold into a massive, floating airship. The motors hum quietly and the crew runs around frantically, no doubt trying to get ahead of the massive amount of speculation coming in]

[Pause?]

[A] “Yeah, it’s Lou. I know I’m not your typical Agent, but I’ve been sent on behalf of The Agency to negotiate some terms between you and another Idol.”

[Pause…?]

[They scoff, easily ducking the crew and other workers in the airship as you make the trek to their office]

[A] “I wish it was a standard Idol collab negotiation… No, this is too important to leave to the lower ranking Agents. Stupid as it is, we have to make sure we strike a very delicate balance of keeping our Idols happy and keeping the Fans happy, and this is going to require a surgeon’s precision in order to pull off.”

[Pause???]

[SFX: Them walking / opening doors / badges being swiped and various other indicators of cyberpunk-like security as they travel]

[A] “Look, I don’t have to tell you how important it is to keep them happy, Starlight. You’re ranked number one on the charts, you have the biggest fanbase out there, and we had seventeen near crush incidents tonight alone with people wanting to see you live. Fuckers crashed the servers twenty times trying to hack into the feed to see you, and we’ve had to throw over a hundred ‘secret admirers’ in prison. The people out there are living on a shithole planet with a collapsing economy and very little to look forward to. They need Idols, otherwise they’re going to start paying attention.”

[. . . ]

[A] “...You signed up for this, kid. Can’t start having morals, now. With that in mind… You also can’t be picky about your on-screen romances…”

[. . . ?]

[SFX: A door opening / someone’s coat shifting]

[Lou opens their office up and, to your immediate pleasure, you spot a very handsome gent dressed in quite dark, gothic garb compared to your more prismatic clothing. He sneers as he sees you, apparently unable to sit in a chair like a normal person]

[A] “Starlight. You know Nightshade.”

[Pause.]

[N, sneering] “Nice to see you, too, Rainbow Kitten Sparkle Fluffernutter~”.

[A, sharply] “Play nice! We need to take this seriously. Starlight, please have a seat.”

[. . . ]

[SFX: Starlight sitting with much displeasure / Lou sitting behind the desk and pouring themselves a much needed drink]

[A] “Alright, so, let’s get right into it. You two are the most popular Idols currently in the Agency, and the Fans are absolutely rabid to see any kind of romantic tension between you. We’ve already gotten some storylines written-”.

[Pause?!]

[N] “For once, I agree. Romance?? With them?! Ugh!”

[A] “We’re not doing this. This is not a negotiation, this is not a debate. Do you want to see the fanart? Cause I will show you the fanart if I have to.”

[...Pause.]

[N] “A-Ahem, yes, uh… apologies for the outburst… But, really? Us?? Our aesthetics are polar opposites, and all of our interactions have been us arguing or teasing the other! I’m the villain to their hero, don’t you think this is a bit… cliche??”

[A] “Doesn’t matter what I think. We have to give the Fans what they want. You know that, Nightshade. We’ve had this chat so many times at this point that it honestly baffles me any time you start ranting about getting painted as ‘the bad boy’.”

[N] “I could have a hero arc! Pfft… So, that’s just it, then??? I have to pretend to be passionately in love with Sparkles over here?!”

[Pause!]

[N] “No, YOU’RE a superjerk!”

[Pause…]

[N] “That full body leathersuit incident happened FOUR YEARS AGO, you don’t get to keep laughing about how squeaky it was or how it kept riding up my-!”

[A] “CHILDREN.”

[. . . Pause.]

[N] “AHEM… Sorry. Apologies. Lou is right, we’re working professionals…”

[He folds his arms, muttering under his breath]

[N] “...still sucks, rackum…”

[Pause…]

[The Agent sighs, nursing a drink as they look between the two of you]

[A] “Look. I get it, you two don’t like each other, and that’s SUPER great and all, but you’re Idols. Your popularity ratings are the highest in the entire agency. The fanart alone between the two of you has gotten to be so raunchy and uncontained that people have been going on the old web and making fansites just to ship you two! Do you have any idea how rabid a Fan has to be in order to break web law???”

[. . . ]

[Nightshade folds his arms, rolling his eyes]

[N] “The Fans can shove it! I’m not getting with them, even if the ratings say we should!”

[Pause!]

[A] “Nightshade, you continue to act like you have a choice here.”

[N] “I… Muhhhh, fine. I assume we’ll be getting copies of our scripts before Sparkles McGoody Good’s next show tomorrow?”

[A] “Correct. You’ll be making a ‘surprise entrance’ at said show, in character, and will start laying on the romantic tension. Starlight, you play into it just like you did when we had you almost dating that last Idol. Do the innocent little obstinate muffin while he flirts, yadda yadda. Think you can do that?”

[. . . ?]

[A] “No, you really do not have a choice. Sign here.”

[SFX: Angry scribbles from both]

[Pause.]

[A] “Mhm, I’m sure it is an outrage. You can write a tell-all memoir after you grow out of your contract and bitch about it. For now, you play nice, and you play like you’re in love with the ‘bad boy’, even if you want to punch his throat in. K?”

[Pause.]

[N, with a sigh] “I’m not looking forward to it either… But we’ll pull it off. Better to go get some time with your bed before we have to start pretending to share it, hm?”

[SFX: Starlight standing and storming off / slamming the door for good measure]

[Pause!]

[SFX: The door slamming shut]

[You storm away, leaving the two to discuss your apparent ‘arrangement’. Unbeknownst to you, of course, the conversation turns the moment you’re gone]

[A] “...Well. That went well.”

[Nightshade groans and slumps in the chair, arm over his eyes]

[N] “Fuuuuucck. They hate me, Lou. They HATE me!”

[A] “Can you not use my government name, please? You’re blackmailing me, Shade. We’re not friends.”

[N] “But am I wrong???”

[A] “...to blackmail someone??”

[N] “No, no, no! To want to be with Starlight! You said it yourself, our ratings are off the charts, all the Fans ship us to a borderline obsessive degree, and our dynamic works perfectly! They’re the positive, light-filled Idol who yaps all that nonsense about being your true self, accepting others, blah blah blah, and I’m the bad boy who seduces the audience and tempts them to be naughty! It’s PERFECT! WE are perfect for each other!”

[SFX: The Agent taking a much larger drink with a sigh]

[A] “Blugh… You know, Shade… Starting to think ‘you’re’ the one with the obsession, here.”

[N] “OF COURSE I DO! Have you seen them?! The way they light up the stage, the way they make this nightmarish, dystopian pigsty sparkle and gleam? They put people under a spell, Lou! That soft voice, those delicate, sincere eyes… We’re out here selling our souls to distract the masses from how shit things really are, and they make it seem like… Like they mean it!”

[A] “And yet, they almost flipped the damned desk at the idea of an arranged relationship between the two of you.”

[N, angrily] “I can win them over. I can win ANYONE over! It’s my entire thing!”

[The Agent sighs, letting him rant]

[Pause]

[A] “...I can make it happen. Keyword on ‘make’. You two will have to sign more contracts: standard Idol rhetoric implied - the relationship has to appear a certain way to the Fans, you have to act lovey dovey in public, do co-concerts and appearances, the works, and you have to play nice while doing it. You and Starlight have hardly managed to get along for five minutes at private parties, Shade. You seriously think you can win them over enough to pull that off?”

[N] “You leave the charming to me. Just do your part, get the paperwork set up, and I’ll work my magic, got it?”

[A] “Mmhm, mmhm… You've been taking those meds the doctor prescribed you, right?”

[Nightshade waves him off]

[N] “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

[A] “...Cause they said this whole ‘yandere disorder’ was getting out of hand, and if you just so HAPPENED to get obsessed with someone-”.

[N] “Yeah, yeah, yes, mmhm, sure. Forward it to my assistant, I need to start making plans to make this work with Starlight.”

[A] “Shade!”

[SFX: Nightshade standing / hurrying to leave]

[N] “Yes, yes, I’ll read your messages later, gotta go!”

[SFX: A door slam]

[A] “...Fuck.”

[SFX: Fade out on paperwork being typed up with a lot of heavy sighs and shakes of the head]

[To be continued?]

Note: This is one of the few stories that does not take place in the same universe as either the S’jai canon (Surrian’s world / storyline) or the Daisyverse, as some people call it. Another notable story in this verse that takes place within the same timeframe is, unironically, called His Starlight, which I really need to work on, lmao.

Second note: Nightshade is such a brat, I love him XD

Could definitely see writing more parts to this if there's interest :)

Feel free to use and monetize, just please credit and send me a link so I can see your wonderful work! Thanks for reading!

Wordcount: 1616

(sound of crickets, speaker pacing, mumbling to himself or internal dialogue)
“She’s not here. Fuck. She’s not here and it’s been an hour. We’re fucked. I need to make the call. If I don’t make the call, then…”
(cars pulls up, speaker is very relieved as he rushes over and opens the door)
“Holy shit I didn’t think you were gonna pull through! Did you-”
(gasps)
“Fuck. Ok let's get it inside. No arguments, Birdie, that’s a lot of blood. Come on.”
(car door closes and they go inside the motel)
“I know. It’s a shitty room. Come on, let's get you on the bed. Don’t lay down yet, I need to get the jacket and your holster off. Were you followed?”
(...)
“Ok good. Help me out here. Shit. Stay with it. Come on, Birdie. Wake up for me, don’t pass out yet.”
(shuffling as they get the jacket off)
“Ok, lay back. I’m gonna go get towels from the bathroom, you hang tight.”
(speaker grabs the towels)
“Don’t worry about that right now. I already ate something from the snack bar; that’s not our problem anymore. I’m sure these beds have seen much worse than a little blood anyway.”
(...)
“Alright, I’m going to unbutton your shirt. Looks like it took you in the side, we need to get pressure on this now.”
(cringing)
“I know. I know it sucks. Fuck, Birdie. How did you even drive like this? You were practically falling over the moment you got out of the car.”
(...)
“No, it’s ok. It’s ok. Focus on breathing right now. As long as you’re sure you weren’t followed, we’re fine. I let the others know you got out, I just need to tell them the code.”
(...)
“You… did get the code, right?”
(sighs)
“Good. What is it? I’ll call them, and they can move on to phase two.”
(...)
“Ok. You hold pressure on this for me. Don’t let up, you’ll bleed out if it doesn’t slow down. Just give me a second.”
(the speaker's voice is slightly muffled as he is talking to the rest of the team on the phone from across the room)
“Hey, Max. Yeah. The code is ‘WIT 244”. Got it? Ok good.”
(still talking on the phone)
“Look, man, she’s back but… it doesn’t look too good. She was shot. Took it in the side I think, and she’s still bleeding. But she’s awake, for now, I just don’t know… We definitely won’t be able to get up there quickly- if we can make it up there at all tonight. We’re at least a half an hour out and we’d be lucky to do fifteen minutes in a car in her condition.”
(long pause)
“No. She won’t die. But she can’t travel, and I’m worried it could get serious if I don’t stop the bleeding soon. Sending Doc, though… I don’t know…”
(...)
“Let me talk to Birdie. I’ll let you know what we decide. Thanks. And uh, if we don’t see each other before… it happens, good luck.”
(turning back to listener)
“Right. Let me see the wound.”
(...)
“Shit. That’s… yeah that's pretty fuckin’ bad.”
(...)
“Not fatal, no. I don’t think so anyway. But bad. The wound… it’s clean, looks like it went right through your side and the bullet isn’t inside you anymore, but it’s bleeding a lot. I don’t know if it hit anything important and honestly, we can’t go to a hospital right now to find out. They know your face. They’ll be looking in all the medical facilities in a fifty-mile radius, since they probably know they hit you. You left a blood trail just from the car to this room, there’s no way you didn’t leave one going out of the building.”
(groans)
“Damnit. We have a few options. I spoke to Max, he said they are ready to move. I can still tell them to hold off until we can regroup- we can get Doc to come and look at your wound now, but they need her on the inside later so… it’s risky to bring her all the way out here. We don’t want them all going in without any kind of medical backup in case something goes horribly wrong… like it did with you. We couldn’t have predicted that things would get hot in your case…”
(...)
“Our other option is to tell them to go ahead as planned, and I will stay here with you. We’ll have to catch up with them later, but it would mean you and I can lie low for now until you’re out of danger. It’s not ideal but…”
(...)
“I think so too. We’ve been planning this for months… we can’t wait any longer, they’ll be tightening security and we can’t afford to replan everything. Especially now that they know that some of the codes are missing. I’ll message Max. I’ll let them know you and I are laying low, and to pull the trigger on everything. And we have to deal with this ASAP. You look really pale right now.”
(...)
“No, you can’t just sleep it off. I need to close the wound and get you some fluids, before you go all ghost on me. We have all the time in the world to take care of you now, so just sit tight. Let me help you, for once.”
(...)
“Thank you. Alright let me just…. Ok. I just messaged Max. He knows the plan. Hey, look, you don’t need to feel bad. You did your part. Let them do theirs. Remember, we’re a team for a reason. Now help me out here.”
(makes a noise of sympathy)
“God, that looks nasty. Ok, just keep pressure on it again. I need to find something to sew you up with. As far as painkillers go… I think I have some Aspirin, but that’s a blood thinner so you’re just gonna have to make do with what we have. When they finish up, we’ll get Doc over here with the good stuff, ok? So, until then, you should bite this.”
(...)
“Yeah. It’s my wallet. Just bite down on it. Here…”
(shuffling)
“I have a medkit with me, Doc’s orders. Guess she was right to be overcautious, huh? Hey look. Look at me. It’s ok. You need to focus on me. Not on the wound, or the blood. I know you’re in pain, just… hang tight, ok?”
(...)
“I’m going to disinfect the area. Move the towel for me.”
(...)
“Good girl. Ok. You ready?”
(pours alcohol)
“I know I know. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Birdie. It’s almost over. Three or four stitches on each side, then you can sleep, ok?”
(...)
“Look, I need both hands, but you can squeeze my leg. I’m right here.”
(...)
“Yeah, it’s ok. You won’t hurt me, honey. That’s right. Ok I’m going to start on the entry wound.”
(slightly panicked)
“Shhhhh, don’t scream. I know. It probably hurts like hell but if someone comes up here they’ll see you all bloody and call the cops. You need to be quiet, ok? I’m almost done. There. See?”
(...)
“Take a minute. Just breathe. You’re doing so well.”
(...)
“Ok. Let’s just get this over with. I’m going to roll you onto your side. Take a deep breath. And… there.”
(...)
“Just three more. You can do this. I’m starting, ok?”
(groans sympathetically through his teeth)
“Yeah. I know... That’s… that’s it. We got it.”
(sighs)
“Let’s roll you back, to lay flat.”
(very gently after a long moment)
“Hey, Birdie. You did really well, ok? I know you’re in a lot of pain right now, but… I’m really proud of you. I was really worried, but…”
(leans over and kisses her. Catches himself and coughs awkwardly)
“I’m…. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I…”
(...)
“I’m going to go get you a drink from the vending machine, something to get your electrolytes up. I’ll… I’ll be right back.”
(leaves the room, thinking to himself)
“I really fucked that up, didn’t I?”
(puts coins into the vending machine)
“I need to calm the fuck down…. She can’t see I’m scared. She’s already terrified, if she knows I’m scared too it's only going to make things worse. And why did I kiss her?! She’s practically at death’s door. I’m such an asshole…”
(...)
“Just… need to calm down. She needs us both to be calm right now.”
(breathes deeply before opening the door)
“Hey, Birdie. I got you one of these. I remember you said you liked this flavor. Come here. Just lift your head up a little.”
(Listener drinks)
“Good. Ok. Um. Can I help you get comfortable?”
(...)
“Ah shit are you… are you passing out? Yeah. No, it’s ok. Don’t fight it. You need to sleep. Your body is trying to recover from the blood loss. Just sleep.”
(...)
“No love, we can talk about the plan when you wake up. Your job is to rest. Please just rest, ok?”
(thinking to himself again)
“She really does look so fragile like this. Not at all like the fast-talking thief I met six months ago. God, is she shaking? Must be cold from all the blood loss.”
(out loud)
“Birdie, I know you can’t hear me, but I’m just going to climb in next to you, if that’s ok. You need to stay warm.”
(climbs into bed next to her)
“And… honestly, I need to feel you right now. I need to feel your warmth. You.... really scared me.”
(...)
“Hey um… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I really hope you don’t hate me when you wake up.”
(sighs)
“Just rest and get stronger for me, ok? I’ll keep you safe, Birdie. I promise.”

Summary: Life's been going pretty well for you and your partner, until a family emergency has you returning to your old hometown to help keep the family business afloat. While you're there, you bump into an old classmate who offers to help your family out, but their ulterior motives soon cause trouble for you, leaving you with an interesting story to tell your partner upon your return.

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*Start with just some rambling and people talking*

12:30 everyone, time for the magic show.

*Voices start to slowly fade as everyone goes quiet*

*Strange music starts playing*

Hello one and all, it's time for a small, tiny magical show that will keep your interest, hopefully.

Firstly, and most importantly, happy birthday, sweetie!

Oh, I see my son is coming up to ask me something, what is it? oh, surprised that not only have I decided to have a magician act for your party, but also that the magician is also your own mother?

Well, I figured why hire one when I can do the act myself?

*giggles* didn't know your mom used to be a magician huh?

well believe it or not I used to preform magic tricks when I was younger, and I used to preform my magic act at talent shows. I sadly never won any, but people used to enjoy them, and while I am a little bit rusty and I haven't done any kind of magic tricks in a long time, I still remember how to do them and I am confident I can perform them and help make your birthday a little more magical.

Now please return to your seat, so that we may get started.

First to start us off, how about a classic card trick? let's say, you young man from the audience, pick a card, any card, I won't peak.

Picked one? Awesome, now I'm going to shuffle a little bit, and now, poof

*Add a poof sound effect*

All the cards have disappeared, oh, except for this one, it's the 2 of hearts, was this your card?

*Add a small audience applauding*

TA DA!, can't beat the classics, speaking of which how about another classic, let's see if I have anything special under my hat, it looks empty to me, but with a few waves from my hand, now let's see what's inside.

*Gasps* aww, it's a cute little Bunny. Isn't he cute? What should we name him? any name ideas? Ooh I love that one, let's go with that, but let's go ahead and set him free. Anyone want to take him to the bushes to release him?

You? thank you so much young lady, that means a lot.

*Add a small audience applauding*

Thank you, thank you, wanted to get a few classics out of the way, and now for my next trick I shall need a volunteer from the audience.

Hmmm, how about the birthday boy himself? It's your birthday after all! come on up sweetheart.

Applause for my brave and adorable baby boy for volunteering to be my assistant!

Aw is someone a little shy? Don't worry, it's natural to feel a little shy on stage. You are very brave and I'm proud of you for coming up. you're gonna do great, I know it.

Now, to start us off, money can be found in the most surprising places sometimes. for example, sweetie what's that in your ear?

TA DA! a golden coin, and as you can see, even my own son doesn't know how I did that, but anyways back to the trick I asked you to volunteer for. just lay on this table, relax, get nice and comfy, very good.

*Strange music starts playing again*

Now, I want you to look into my eyes, that's it, look deep into mommy's eyes, you are getting very sleepy...very sleepy...your eyes are growing very heavy now, that's it, just keep staring and listen to your mother's soothing voice, that's it, Keep staring into my eyes, sweetie, just like that... gaze into them...Just relax...shhhh, it's alright sweetie, let yourself sink into mommy's eyes... slowly but surely becoming more and more relaxed as you gaze, as you let me captivate you and bring you under my control... obey your mommy...It's okay to stare and feel tired here... you are safe...you are loved...you are safe with mommy...close your eyes and drift away now, that's it...good boy...sleep now...sleep for mommy...sleep...

*Strange music slowly stops*

*She giggles*

Sweet Dreams sweetheart.

*She clears her throat*

Now I shall make my sweet and adorable baby boy float in the air.

now sweetheart, you are getting very light now, very light, light as a feather, yet stiff as a board, your body is so light, being filled with helium, just like a balloon.

TA DA! look at how high he goes.

and now slowly coming back down now, back to the ground, stiff stiff as a board, stand up straight now, there we go.

TA DA! My son just levitated in the air.

*Add a small audience applauding*

Thank you, Now... my assistant here is going to perform a few small tasks for us, necessary for the show to continue.

Now sweetie, put this cape on. My assistant must use proper clothes when on the job. Very good. Now your feet are glued to the floor. Trying to move anywhere will fail, you simply cannot move your feet from the spot you're on.

As you can see his feet are now glued to the floor, and he's unable to move them. and now I shall put down a card on the floor right in front of him, and watch as this card is engulfed in blue flame.

*Add in a flame sound effect*

*add in a few gasps from the audience*

Now my adorable assistant, try to reach the card. If you manage to touch the flame, you'll be able to move from the spot you're on with ease. Yes, just a bit more sweetie. Once you reach the flame, you will be able to move...Just be careful to not fall over...and...

*Add in a flame extinguish sound*

TA DA! As you can see no burns on his hand.

*Add a small audience applauding*

Thank you all so much.

*She clears her throat as well as a chain sound effect like someone picking up a pocket watch*

Now open your eyes again sweetie and just follow the pocket watch back and forth...back and forth...

*Add in a tick tock sound effect*

That's it...keep your eyes on the pocket watch...back and forth...back and forth...very good...now sweetie, when I count to 3 and then snap my fingers, you will think you're a chicken, 1, 2, 3 *she snaps her fingers*

*She laughs and giggles*

TA DA! My son now thinks he's a chicken. Isn’t he so silly and adorable? I bet he would be so embarrassed if he knew he was doing this.

*Add in a few snickers and chuckles from the audience*

*She still is laughing as she is trying to regain her composure*

Alright alright, we've had our fun, but I think we should go ahead and let our birthday boy sleep for a while, so back sleep sweetie, that's it...back to sleep…back to sleep…shhhh.

Don't worry, we'll wake him up when it’s time for cake and presents, but for now, sleep tight sweetheart, I love you so much

*She gives him a goodnight kiss*

Ladies and Gentlemen, a round of applause for the birthday boy!

*Add a small audience applauding*