An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The sign luminates the night sky, hovering over a one story building that looks to go through maintenance every year.
“Here it is,” Joseph mumbled to himself. After some time walking down the streets of El Paso, he finds a surprisingly clean motel, don’t see that much around this part of the city. He steps foot inside, the bell on the door rings alerting a woman behind the counter in front, “Be right there!” she shouted. Joseph waited, learning against the desk, his eyes wandering the office.
‘It’s nice in here too,’ he thought. He hears footsteps approaching behind the desk. A woman a little taller than average with a well built athletic figure. Cute too. Joseph glances at your name tag on your chest, “ Sunny ”,
The landlord.
“Room for one?” you asked
“Yeah, uh, how much do ya charge?”
“Hmm? Oh! 80 a month,” you said, Joseph taps his chin in thought, recently he just got a role as a tv host of a children’s show, so the checks don’t start rolling in after a couple of episodes. “Is there-a possibility to make up for the payment? I don’t exactly got the cash on me right now”
He hates to admit it, but it’s true.
You eye him with concentrated eyes, as if you’re checking for reasonable compensation.
‘Aah, of course,’ Joseph had already felt what you wanted from him, I mean, it’s nothing new to him. He’s always the compensation.
….. Sigh
“Well, there’s definitely something you can help me with~” you said
Yep! Just what he expected, “Well then, when do we start?”
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… This is NOT what he expected
“Move that piece over there," you told him, balanced on a ladder, Joseph moves the metal pipe to the specific you pointed to from below. “This good?” he asked. In response he gets a smile and a thumbs up.
How did he end up here you ask? Let's take it back to that last night.
You step away from the desk and come back with a piece of paper, leaving Joseph confused as he reads it. It looks to be some sort of list. A list of chores to be exact. “I’ve been meaning to get these things done, but it ain’t gonna be so easy by myself,” you said, “If you can help me with this, then you don’t have to worry about the money until you’re able to.”
The proposition was the easiest deal he could get for a room, Joseph didn’t have to think about it as he's already agreed. “Great!” you quipped, “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon then.”
And for 2 weeks now, he's been helping you with fixing up the motel with you.
“Well if it isn’t Sunny and Josie,” said a chipper voice. You and Joseph turned to see the sweet elderly lady with a basket in hand presenting it to us, “Lunchtime!”
“Thanks mimi,” you thanked the old lady, grabbing a chorizo and potato sandwich from the basket and handing it to Joseph. Taking his seat on the curbside of the motel and you joining him as well.
“Thanks”
Taking a bite of your own, you asked
“Sooo… How long ya been on the road?”
“Bout’a good couple of years I think”
…
“Must’ve been tough, huh?,” Joseph glanced your way, taking notice that he's got your full attention now. It’s clear that you’re interested in his story but kind enough to not pry into it since it’s a personal chapter of himself. “Well then,” you said, getting up from your spot, you looked down and smiled.
“You’re past it now, ain’t ya? I’m sure you’ll get a hitch from your starting point.”
….
Huh. Sunny really does suit you. “Heh, I’d like to believe that too,” Joseph responded, recovering himself. “Guess I’ll try though,” “Then try and come help me getting this pipe back on,” you teased
A smirk tugs on Joseph’s lips. “Yes ma’am.” Looks like he’ll be having a good time here.
Just like a would in an actual visual novel, you’ll be going through this but you will have a storyline with each character. The route will be separate from the other routes. So each of them won’t be connected at all.
Enjoy the piece of trash I’ve written, cause this gon’ be one long ass post.
\Again
He did it a-fucking -gain
Half naked on top of another random woman, and here you are standing at the front of his bedroom door with a bag of cookies made just for him. It's nothing new honestly. Just a repetitive loop that happens over and over again. The shock isn't even there to show on your face, instead a conniving smile stretches across your face, “Ah, it seems as though I'm interrupting a friendly moment here."
The red head snaps his attention to you, with the most 'worried' expression, “Y-y/n! It's not what it looks like! Honest!”
You give him a blank through your jeweled veil as he tries to take out another sad excuse in his book.
Oh this poor bumbling idiot, he hasn't realized that you're already sick of his shit. You raised a gloved hand at him as a sign to stop talking, at the same time the woman on his bed wraps her arms around his neck from behind pressing his breasts against his back
"Ian, what's wrong? Is she bothering you?" she said in a seductive voice. Red flushes across lan's cheeks, a reaction that used to be for you. The woman glances at you with a smirk. However you couldn't care less.
*You can have him, you thought, less work for me'
You set the cookies on a nearby small table, "I’Il just leave these here then." exiting the room.
"W-wait!" Ian pleaded wanting you to stay and listen, but you didn't live your whole life to put up with this. With a turn on your heel, you walk down the adorned hallways as the palace's maids and butlers slightly bow, not looking back.
Ian Duff, the crown prince bound to be next in line for the throne. And as his fiance you are the soon-to-be queen.
At first, you felt happy.
Happy because you would be with your 'lover' since childhood, and throughout the years were also the times that drifted you from each other. The times when he would shower me with affection, only for it to be for other women that jump into his sheets. While you just sit pretty as a doll that can't say anything about it. It just pisses you off!
You stop at an open window, admiring the royal garden, if you could, you would take off the jewels that covered your eyes but the nagging feeling of attendants nearby would gawk at the sudden sight.
You really needed air, and you're just taking the chance to clear your head. It's just... hard to always handle this problem Leaning at the edge of the window, eyes closed and rubbing your temples, the veil shifting slightly.
"Mew!"
A squeaky little meow makes you jolt. Opening your eyes, you see a gray tiny kitten peeking underneath the veil. She has a small purple envelope tied to her back. Readjusting yourself to look at her properly. You smiled as you curled a finger to scratch her chin. "Hey little Moonpie, got something for your aunty?"Moonpie purrs in response. Distracting the little messenger you take the note and read it.
"Heya kitty!
I got something cool I want you to see. Meet me in the woods tonight?”
You softly chuckle to yourself, “what a dork.”
At least he’s the only guy in your life
At the same time, Moonpie jumps off the window ledge and trots her way into the forest.
Well, looks like you gotta get ready.
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The sound of leaves crunch underneath your boots. The change of attire suitable for exploring out in the woods, knee high boots, white shirt with a vest, a long cloak, and a bag filled with needed supplies. It's also perfect for when you need to blend into a crowd of commoners while out and about.
You scan the area of the meeting spot, you don't see him around. Maybe he's just late?
"Shaun?"
No response
"Shaun wher-"
A pair of large hands weigh on your shoulders, feeling your whole body go stiff.
"Guess who-"
A voice all too familiar to you. You look up to see a dark-skinned man's face looming over you with dreads dipped in blue dye wearing a beast skull on his head with black-purplish fur reaching his back to top it off. "C'mon, I told you to stop that!" you said swatting at him, Shaun avoids your mini assault stepping away from you.
"Hah! What makes you think I'll promise such a thing?" he puts a dramatic hand on his chest. "You're just breaking my heart. How else can I have your undying attention?"
You couldn't but roll your eyes at his little performance. "Ya know, if it wasn't for my little niece i wouldn't even be here." Shaun gives you a raised brow and a shit eating grin. "And you would've still seen me."
He ruffles your hair, "C'mon, we don't wanna be out for too long." suggesting while grabbing a hold of your wrist to guide you to a safe point.
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We stop in front of a small cabin, a very charming in fact one belonging to no other person but Shaun's. The inside of the cabin has already been decorated to his taste. I set my bag at the table full of little projects he's made before as he also takes off the beat skull on his head, tattoos of deciphers on his back. "So what's it you have to show this time?" I asked
Shaun gives a wide grin all that you recognize. “My god, Shaun, I swear if it’s another-” however your words are interrupted.
“Okay before you, finish. Lemme just show you.”
he pulls out of glass box in his hands revealing to what looks to be-
“… a… slime?” You tilt your head to the side. Sensing the confusion, Shaun explains.
“It’s an acidic slime! Perfect for this one practice I’m doing.”
“And is it safe?”
….
“….Shaun? It’s safe, right??”
……..
Beads of sweats from on his forehead, nervously shifting his eyes to a very nice wall.
“Shaun are you kidding me right now?!”
“Cmon, it’s not that bad! I made sure myself.”
Narrowing his eyes, you move your attention to the slime. Its green color shines in the candle lights, and it’s …rather cute too. “Well if you say so, I trust your judgment.”
Shaun gives a shit eating grin in victory, “See? A professional you can rely on.”
Hmm, to think you became friends with a guy like him.
Thunk!
The sudden sound alerts the duo, and look in the glass box.
“Ahh, shit!!”
The slime melted through the glass and landed on the wooden floor sinking into it in the process. However, it stopped and looked at Shaun.
“Uhh, it looks… angry?”
“Y/n, don’t. Move.”
….
The creature stretches into a lengthy height, over towering the idiot.
“Or start running!”
Shaun dodges the slime as it lunges at him. One attack after another items are getting destroyed and small animals running away from the little boxes they were being held in. “Professional my ass! You didn’t make sure it was in the right box!”
“I thought it was slime proof!”
You tried to dodge the next attack, but it grazed you left thigh. On the floor, you yelped in pain, it’s burned through your boot. You take it off as fast as you can before the acid could spread anymore.
Distracted, the slime rushes to the small woman to give one clean hit. Seeing the raised tentacles, you closed your eyes prepared.
….
The sound of a vortex is heard, lid slamming after. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of heavy footsteps, to a pair of large hands cupping your face. “…You can open them now.”
With your vision returned, the feeling of your chest tightens.
Shaun is inches away from you, looking concerned. His eyes scan you until he spots the few on your leg. “Damn… it really got you bad.”
“What, happened?”
He says that he found another jar for emergencies in his projects. And this time, he made sure it was a very secure one.
You let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know… although”
You sock him in the ribs
The impact made him cough, “Ack! Ow, okay, yeah I deserve that.”
Even though your lives were in danger, it stop you laughing in the aftermath. It was a hellish experience but it’ll be worth the tale later on in the future. “This is nice and all, but I really need some patching up here.”
Shaun nods and lifts you to your feet, he plops you on an untouched table.
The sight of the scar makes him wince.
Med kit already in hand, he skillfully fixes the wound. “It’ll need to heal for a couple days,” he implied. “Right now, the slime only paralyzed your leg, it should be fine for you to walk around tomorrow.”
Oh
…
Oh!
That means you won’t be able to return to the palace tonight! If the servants notice you were absent, it’ll trigger a search.
….
At the same time though, you’re not really paid much attention to, the servants would probably not be bothered to report it. Huh? At least your reputation benefits you.
“Guess i’m sleeping over” you stretch out your arms to Shaun, with a tinge of red on his face, he lifts you and takes you around the house to assist with your night.
“…One bed?”
You turn to Shaun, already in sleepwear, he rubs the nape of his neck, trying to cool the blood rushing to his cheeks. “Yeah uh, if it makes you comfortable, I can just sleep on the floor”
You shake your head and disagreement, “No, no. It’s okay. I… honestly prefer that we share.”
A shy smile changes your lips. Repeating to yourself over and over that he’s just a friend.
…right?
*Holds out bowl* Tips and advice, please?
(Oh! Part 2??)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
My previous account fucked me over so lemme try this again
\ the art isn’t mine/
Ahem!
testing, testing. Okay mics working.
if you are reading this then I thank you for putting in the time to read this. What you’ll be reading will be a fanfic that I dragged out from my Ao3.
right now I’m in the middle of writing ✍️ what will be described to you in a few days. My writing may sucks more ass than how Strade tortures us, I don’t mind the honest opinions in the comments and I’m not opposed to take advice/ tips from other experienced writers.
This is an Swwsdj au that I have in mind:
Character elements-
Shaun is a witch doctor that helps the royal palace with preventing disasters. Also your as best friend.
Jack is the royal jester with the palace, preforming for events, guests, or the common people of the kingdom.
Nick is a well known sex slave that will soon be your butler after you've set him free.
Ian is a crowned prince that will one day annual his engagement with you for another woman, unless he suddenly changes his mind and decides to keep you.
You are a supposedly notorious villainess a.k.a the soon to be duchess of your family. (Your eyes are covered by adorned jewels because of a certain incident that occurred, leaving a straight scar across your eyelids, therefore they're always closed).
(hopefully I don’t glitch out on this account too)
