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Saturn x Smiley
The People of Paper
“ As instructed by the numbered text of the map, I raised my hand, feeling for a rough spot. Once I found it, I began peeling at the deteriorating glaze of blue, collapsing part of the sky and exposing a layer of papier-mache. Flakes slipped into the pockets of my guayabera, while the rest of the scraps floated down until they caught on chaparral or landed on the soil.
I stood directly underneath the spot where the monk had once patched the sky. I began sawing through the layers of newspaper and glue, hiding my carnation knife once the manhole in the Californian sky was complete.
I grabbed at the edges of the hole and pulled myself into the house of Saturn.”
Saturn lay sprawled on his bed, gripping the mattress with both hands. And he looked gorgeous. His hair clung to his forehead, clumped from sweat, and some strands fell over his eyes. He had long eyelashes. He snored slightly. His mouth was pursed like he was contemplating, even in sleep.
Smiley stood in awe for what felt like hours.
The room felt smaller than expected, with barely enough room for the two of them. With no other place to sit, Smiley walked over to Saturn’s bed and sat at the foot of it.
Saturn didn’t stir, and Smiley took the opportunity to get a closer look at his figure.
Do all men sleep naked?
Nobody in El Monte had, at least not that he was aware of. Most in EMF, especially Federico de la Fe, slept fully clothed.
Saturn sleeps naked…
Saturn’s omniscience as a writer was beautiful to Smiley. He figured such wisdom must be behind his nude slumbering.
Maybe I should sleep naked.
Smiley shifted in his spot on the bed and averted his eyes. He focused his attention on the decor Saturn had kept in his room. If he ignored the clutter, the room was well furnished. A small closet sat in the corner of the room, presumably empty considering all the clothes strewn across the room. A writing desk was set across from the bed, with posters of Rita Hayworth and a map of El Monte on the wall behind it. Books were haphazardly stacked in corners of the room, toppling on top of one another like an avalanche in Saturn’s room. It was unintentionally emotional, like Saturn’s book.
Smiley felt Saturn shift in bed, so he finally turned to look at him.
Saturn rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and asked solemnly.
“Are you another lost monk?”
Ah. Saturn didn’t recognize him.
“No, I’m Smiley.”
“Smiley?”
“I am Smiley from EMF. I wear the three-pocket funeral guayabera.”
He hoped describing himself would remind his creator who he was. Unfortunately, a minor character such as himself had gotten lost between the pages of the book, long forgotten.
“Smiley, you can tell Federico de la Fe and the rest of EMF that they have won-”
I’m not here for that.
“-they can leave their lead houses up or they can knock them down-”
I’m here for you.
“-they don’t have to worry about me staring down on them anymore.”
“What if I want you to stare at me?”
“..What are you talking about?”
“...you heard me. You are my creator. My protector. And my one desire…
...if that’s alright with you.”
A silence fell over the two. Saturn looked confused. He scratched the stubble of his beard.
“Are you saying you’re… infatuated with me?”
Smiley nodded, then dipped his head submissively. A blush rose from his neck to the tips of his ears.
“I traveled all this way to see you.”
...
‘Hold on buddy, how old is you?”
“Dawg you wrote the story fym how old am I?”
“You’re illegal arent you.. I’m a grown man presumably. And guessing by page 104.. You’re ackshually 17!”
“Holy guacamole, you might be right my guy! I still like you though..”
“Well it’d be creepy for me to like ya, so, ya might as well leave now.”
“No toxic yaoi bdsm? I really wanted to get topped by you like a true omega and get dicked down…”
“what”
“Nothing.”
“This isn’t epstein island… and i didn’t write you as an omega. This isn’t an omegaverse to begin with.”
“If it was I’d be an omega tho right?”
“Gtfo out of my room. Did you forget I’m butt booty naked right now?”
“Love the view”
“Please leave this is like illegal on so many levels. Breaking and entering, indecent exposure, illicit acts with a minor-”
“oka ya bye twinnn i’ll come back when i’m legal”
“Oh!.. thats not…”
Then Smiley left. and nothing weird happened. the book plays out as usual. um anyways read The People Of Paper it's fire.