#[Ahahaha...the world is not prepared]

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

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[thegreenlynx]

Girlfriend Stealer

Description: Your company pairs you with one of your boyfriend’s band mates for a collab, specifically a dance performance and your boyfriend is not pleased.

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort, idol au, fluff

Content Warnings: Idol Fem!reader insert, Jealousy, boobs, brief mentions of marriage, insecurities

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Ahahaha...ha...

Life as an idol was naturally chaotic. You had grown used to that chaos; the unpredictability, the strict schedules, the lack of time off, missing milestones with your loved ones, having to be careful of everything you do, and having your privacy invaded on multiple occasions. Despite this, somehow you'd managed to keep it together and had even made quite the name for yourself as a dancer and singer. And to make it even better, you've landed yourself a very loving and sweet boyfriend. One you wouldn't trade for the world. 

Lee Minho is an angel, most of the time. He cooks for you, comforts you when you are sad, treats your cats like his own, he's funny, and he even makes sure to always make time for you. No matter how busy his schedule gets he tries to find any opportunity he can to see you, and when he can't? Well then he's sending you cute selfies and voice notes, and even calling you before bed.

Your relationship is very healthy, in a way unlike anything you ever could of hoped for. Your past relationships had done little to prepare you for the sense of security and genuine affection you felt with him. It felt as though you were genuinely made for each other, as cliché as that may sound. 

However, Minho had one troubling flaw. One flaw that many would have been deterred by, yet for some reason it had never been enough to keep you from him. The flaw was that Minho was extremely possessive. Almost alarmingly so.

He hates it when anyone even looks at what's his for too long. And if someone's touching it? You can practically see the steam fuming out his ears as he glares daggers into whomever has committed the heinous act of disrespect(In his eyes at least). 

That is why it is almost laughable, the situation you've found yourself in now. And never in 100 years would you have seen it coming. 

Both you and your boyfriend's companies had decided they wanted you to do a collab stage. Which sounds wonderful and exciting at first mention. The catch? You aren't collaborating with your sweet bunny-like boyfriend, but instead his perfectly sculpted bandmate Hwang Hyunjin.

You weren't really sure how to react to that really. After all it is an extraordinary opportunity, but on the other hand you know Minho. Truthfully you were hesitant to even tell him. He never takes these things well. It's bad enough when it is a stranger but one of his best friends? He might actually lose his mind. And as much as you'd like to hope he would just trust you and Hyunjin enough to let it go and be happy for the two of you, you know he won't.

Because to him it's not about trust. He can trust the both of you more than anyone else, with his own life even. It won't matter because what he's worried about isn't you cheating. It's that you'll realize you are out of his league and go for someone more on your level, or that you'll simply lose interest and leave him. He knows very well how fickle people's feelings can be. He also believes he loves you far more than you could ever love him. The idea of you leaving him isn't particularly out there to him. There is nothing in the world that terrifies him more than the idea of losing you. 

Additionally there is the matter that he may be a bit obsessive. If it were up to him no one would ever get your attention but him and he would probably bury himself in it, if only he could. He thrives in your affection and withers when it's gone too long. He makes a prominent effort to be the only one you ever look at, the only one you'd ever want. 

But that doesn't bother you. You like that he wants you enough to keep working to keep you even when he already has you, and even use it as motivation to try and treat him the same way. 

This is shown in the way you love him. The gifts you get him, the tiny acts of service, the cuddles even when you're in a bad mood and would normally want to be left alone, the hours you sit and listen to him rant about everything because you know he doesn't really do that with anyone else.

In this situation however, you aren't really sure what to do. It's never really been a problem before. Typically if someone were hitting on you or a friend was getting too close you'd just put some distance or leave with Minho. You normally avoid doing anything that might upset him, and it doesn't bother you in the slightest. You're an introvert anyway so it's not a problem if you only have a few friends and don't go out much without him. You still have your own hobbies, your own lives, it's fine. 

Even when the company has made you do things before, it's been easy to reassure Minho. He gets jealous and sulky for a bit and then you cuddle him and remind him he's the only one you want and everything's fine. What do you do when it's his friend though? You can't really say 'It's just a job' or 'I'll never see him outside of work'. Neither of those would be true and it's not going to make him feel better anyway. 

Because this is Hyunjin. Sweet, kind, sensitive, beautiful Hyunjin. One of his best friends Hyunjin. Hyunjin the damn near perfect model. Hyunjin the excellent dancer. Hyunjin the member the company picked over Minho. 

In the end, after contemplating for a few hours what exactly would be the least problematic way of telling him, you decide to just spit it out. Which ultimately leads to your boyfriend inviting himself to your practice. Which can only go well, naturally.

It hasn't even been five minutes and you can already feel your angry boyfriend's glaring eyes drilling holes into not only Hyunjin but you as well. You don't let it shake you, you need to get this dance down so you can go home and make him feel better. You can only imagine the way his insecure mind is spiraling, completely absurd and unrealistic thoughts taking over his normally rational and understanding way of thinking. The faster you finish this the less pain he will be in. So for now you need to ignore him. For both your sakes you try to pretend he's not even there.

Hyunjin on the other hand seems to be having a harder time of it. The typically near flawless dancer seems anxious, keeps glancing towards the couch your boyfriend is tensely lounging on, and he keeps making the same mistakes over and over again. No matter how many minutes go by of practicing the same part, no matter how many times you try and direct him, it's obvious his mind is elsewhere and his performance is suffering. 

The longer it goes on the more you feel yourself grow frustrated. Your fuse has gotten short, and the typically soft and kind tone you use with the taller man has reduced to a more biting one. You've managed to get about half way through the song, arriving at a more sensual part when you finally snap. Hyunjin refuses to actually get close enough to you for it to even be mistaken as the correct choreo and it's driving you nuts. You want to go home.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You turn towards your dance partner in obvious annoyance, running a hand through your long hair. 

He blushes a bashful red and quietly responds. "I'm sorry, it's just hard to dance with Minho glaring at me through the mirror. I can't focus and it's honestly kind of terrifying..." He trails off and nervously glances at the mirror before looking at the floor in defeat. 

You sigh and turn to the boyfriend you haven't looked at in nearly an hour. He doesn't look back at you. Sporting the most murderous look you have ever seen such a delicate pretty face make, he simply glares at Hyunjin's figure. 

Feeling a mixture of irritation and guilt you turn away from both of them and tug at your hair in frustration, a joyless laugh falling past your lips. 

"I'm sorry, I'll try to focus..." You hear Hyunjin's pitiful whisper behind you, the poor guy didn't even do anything to be put in this position yet here you all are. You ignore him in favor of turning back towards Minho, marching towards him with determined strides. 

When you finally reach him he makes no effort to look at you and only squeezes his hands into fists at his sides. However you aren't really in the mood, so you rest both hands on either side of his head and shift your body into his line of sight. You let out a small portion of your built up aggression in allowing your hands to grip the black leather of the couch while your eyes narrow at the man below you. 

He finally looks up at you, an almost comical mixture of angry tiger and kicked kitten. His brows are furrowed and his cheeks are reddened in frustration, the tension in his muscles prominent from his rather impressive amount of self control(for him, at least). Yet his eyes twinkle up at you miserably, longingly. And it's heartbreaking really. How his lips tremble slightly and his eyes waver shakily under your gaze. He's doing a good job of hiding it, but you can see through it. He's not just angry; he's fucking terrified. And he's hurting, and that hurts you. 

"What are you even jealous about? It's just Hyunjin." Despite your prominent glare, you manage to keep your voice soft and even. You know it's not his fault. You know he's trying to keep it together, trying so hard to just sit there and be good for you. But you can see how he wants to cry, and maybe even walk over and punch Hyunjin right in the face. For good measure.

He clicks his tongue and looks away from you momentarily. He goes to speak before opting to instead whine and kick his feet in anger. You feel bad for finding him cute in this moment. But the truth is, he always is. "Yeah, it's Hyunjin. I'd be mad about anyone but me getting to touch you, let alone Mr. Top-Model girlfriend stealer over there."  He shoots another glare Hyunjin's way and you hear the other male gasp offended in response.

"Hey-!" He tries to chime in, in an attempt to defend himself against the allegation. However, you interrupt him like he's not even there so as to not allow him to unintentionally provoke your boyfriend any further. You grab Minho's chin gently with your right hand to tilt his head to look back up at you.

"You have nothing to worry about. I picked you, not Hyunjin. And I will continue to pick you and only you for the rest of my life. I understand that you're upset, I would be too. I don't like this any more than you do, but we don't have a choice."

He just huffs and rolls his eyes at you, dipping his head slightly to glare back at Hyunjin through the mirror once more. "I could just break his legs, then he wouldn't be able to dance with you at all." You laugh and roll your eyes right back at him. 

"I'm not asking you to be happy about it. But if you behave and stop trying to kill Hyunjin with your eyes at least till the end of practice so we can get this over with, I promise I'll make it up to you later." You take a firmer grip of his chin to get his attention back on you, nails digging slightly into his skin to prevent him from moving as you tilt his head up again. 

He only stares defiantly back up at you, not convinced. So you lean down and kiss him softly, continuing in a whisper Hyunjin won't hear. "Just be good and I'll make it all worth it. You know I'll only ever belong to you. Get out of your head. You've got demons up there and they're liars, they only make you sad and nothing they say is ever true."

"...fine..." It comes out in a barely audible breath whilst he deflates at your words, seeming to have all of the energy left in him drained as he slumps into the couch in defeat.

And he stays true to his word, with great difficulty he manages to be good the rest of practice. He does this by laying face down into the sofa and periodically thrashing around in anger with a bizarre sound muffled into the cushions, but he isn't glaring at Hyunjin anymore and that is Minho being on his best behavior in your book. 

Because of this you are able to get the dance down fairly swiftly, with Hyunjin no longer distracted he's quick to pick up on the choreo and your chemistry is surprisingly good. You know it'll make a great performance, you also know that will royally piss Minho off. A problem for another day, however.

As soon as you and Hyunjin have got the dance down, you dart straight to your throw blanket-impersonating lover. You don't even wait for him to stand before you're dragging him off the couch by his hand. He scrambles to catch up to your pace without faceplanting, barely succeeds, and shuffle runs behind you as you speed walk towards the exit and then to your car.

You don't say anything during the walk, just tighten your hold on Minho's hand. He doesn't either, seemingly happy just to have you back for now. But, you can tell he's still a bit anxious. Perhaps he's worried you are mad at him now, or that you're just dragging him around so you can break his heart in private. In truth it's hard to predict where his mind will go in these situations. Which is exactly why you want to get home as soon as possible. So that it's less time where his demons can eat him alive. But you desperately need a shower, and you don't want to try to comfort him in the middle of a parking lot.

So waiting until you're home it is! The car ride is quiet too; you spend the whole car ride trying to think of what to say or do to make your boyfriend feel better, remind him that in your eyes there's only him and that you couldn't be happier with anyone else. He spends the entire car ride anxiously playing with your hand and glancing periodically at your face, a wounded expression taking over his own. Which goes entirely unnoticed by you, too busy trying to find a way to fix this to realize he just wants you to look at him. But he won't say anything until you do, too afraid of somehow saying the wrong thing or making it worse. Too afraid the demons are actually right. 

Thankfully the ride is fairly short, and you quickly get out of the car and open his door for him. Taking his hand gently into your own and guiding him to the front door of your house, kicking off your shoes and barely waiting for him to take his off before you continue dragging him. This time towards your bedroom, and with far more care than in the practice room. 

When you arrive in your room you softly push him to sit on the bed, which he happily flops onto with no resistance. "I need to shower quick, wait for me?" You press a soft kiss to his head as he nods, eager to be good for you. He makes himself comfy and watches you walk away with sparkles in his eyes, a stark contrast to the scowl he'd displayed earlier in the day. You can't help but smile in response, grabbing a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom. 

Your shower is quick, not wanting to leave him waiting too long. But, even so by the time you get back he's sulking again. Anxious hands playing with the blanket he's staring intensely at. You can almost see the gears turning rapidly in his head and have to bite back a sigh, wondering if there is some way you could have handled this better. Some way he wouldn't have had to spend so long doubting himself and fighting his demons all alone. You had never done that before, always had been so quick to try to alleviate any pain he had. But for some reason this time, while you had thought about it many times, you didn't really do a lot to make him feel better. Nothing that seemed to work anyway, every attempt you made didn't seem to come across right to him. 

It makes him wonder why this time had to be different, why you couldn't just comfort him the way you always had before. All he needed was a bit of affection, some reassuring words to know you really were his and you weren't going anywhere. That you really meant it and weren't just saying things in the practice room to get him to stop being a brat. Was it because it was your job? Because you were frustrated? Because of something Minho had done? Because of... Hyunjin? The last two didn't really make any sense though, but that never actually made a difference in his head.

It is only now that you really realize that you've both been running in circles. With you trying to be faster in order to get alone time with him, to comfort him. Only to end up hurting him more by ignoring him in the moments he needed you, even if your intentions were good. You had just wanted it to be over so you could give him your undivided attention, you didn't want anything to get in the way. 

And he kept trying to be good for you. Even when it was hard and he didn't succeed much, he tried to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself to not ruin this for you. To not make you hate him or resent him, or give you any reasons to fall out of love or leave him. He was trying so hard, being so careful. Being so patient. He wanted so desperately to be the best for you, to be worthy of your love and be the only one you wanted. Even while his head was tumbling into the darkest places and his heart felt like it had been wrapped in chains. Someone pulling them tighter every moment Hyunjin touched you, every moment you didn't look at him while he prayed and pleaded you would. 

He didn't voice his thoughts in fear of upsetting you, or putting you off. But they had been eating him alive the entire time. To the point where no matter how many times he'd told himself you loved him and wouldn't leave him he still felt like you were going to. That that was the only explanation for you pawning it off this long. For a moment when you'd gotten to the room he had finally started to feel better, the brief moments he had your attention felt like sunshine in his raging storm. When you went to shower he had wanted to be positive, to just wait patiently for your return, just be happy he'd gotten a kiss. But the second you left, his head went right back to the storm and you'd taken any comfort or solace to the bathroom with you. 

You didn't actually need a shower, you just wanted to get away from him. Maybe you were avoiding him so you didn't have to tell him you would rather be with Hyunjin. He'd probably treat you better anyway, wouldn't be nearly so pathetic and insecure. He tries to shut his thoughts off, but instead a tear falls and you rush over and pull him into your chest. Now he just feels stupid for crying in front of you like a child. 

And so he tries to pull away and wipe his tears, make some stupid excuse about a hair in his eye. You don't let him, pulling away first and laying down beside him. Before he can even hope to speak, he's pulled down on top of you. Head resting in his favorite spot, right between your breasts. He chokes down a sob as you card your fingers through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips when his body finally relaxes. 

You take this opportunity to speak. "I'm so sorry"

"...For what?" It's muffled by your shirt, and you feel him nuzzle further against your chest. Likely in embarrassment. 

"I've done this all wrong. I thought it'd be better for you if we just hurried home but I didn't realize you'd take it the way you obviously have and I feel terrible. I am not leaving you. I would never leave you. I want to marry you one day. I don't want Hyunjin. I love you, only you. I really just wanted to shower so I wouldn't stink when we cuddled. I didn't look at you in the car because I was so focused on getting home. I wanted to wait till we were home to talk. I wanted to give you my undivided attention. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." You kiss the top of his head between each of your sentences, hoping to be louder than the voices. Hoping to drown out any negative thoughts he could be having. 

"Oh..." He breaths, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes after a few seconds of processing your words. "M'sorry too. You shouldn't have to worry about reassuring me so much. I should be more confident, I just don't want to lose you." He sighs and plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. "Can we just cuddle?"

"Of course." You smile happily, glad he seems to be genuinely feeling better now that you have given him the proper reassurance he deserves, rather than some rushed words in the middle of a practice room. 

"You did great with the dance by the way..." He says bashfully as he nuzzles into your neck, tossing a leg over your own. 

"You actually saw that with your face in the cushions?" You look down at his red ears and pinch one softly between two fingers. 

He squeezes your hip in retaliation. "Meant before that. When Hyunjin was fumbling like a goon. All I could think is 'why the hell didn't they pick me?' You looked so perfect..."

"Thank you, I wish it had been. Hyunjin's great, but you're the only dancer for me." You reply in an attempt to flirt, accompanied by a playful boop to his nose.

"'Only dancer'? I am the only one for you. Period." He glares at you, pressing himself up on both arms to look down at your face. 

You laugh, looking up at the man now basically straddling your lap. "You're right, my bad. You're the only one for me, period." You lean up to kiss him fully this time, and he seems to lose himself in the kiss before pulling away a minute later, a sweet blissful smile on his face that could instantly brighten any room.

"Don't think I forgot that comment you made, by the way. I will be marrying you. I love you future Mrs. Lee Minho." He doesn't even let you reply before he's diving in for another kiss, a flurry of them really. He litters your face in the sweetest of kisses, ending it with one final passionate kiss on the lips. It only breaks when you laugh.

"Do I get a say in the matter?" 

"No." It's a firm response, and he seems to try to convince you further by leaning in to kiss you once more. This time slow, with the slightest tease of tongue, before he bites your lip and pulls back. Still straddling your legs, his ears suddenly flush again. "...You're gonna say yes though, right...?" You laugh at the drastic change in his attitude, but you love him no matter what.

"There's no other answer, of course I will Mr. Future Husband."

[thedemises]

——— THE REMEMBERED。 ★ jing yuan.

note; I got inspired and since december bouta end, I thought to quickly whip this up cuz that :3 man is on my mind rn :3c (the og title was supposed to be “a picture for the remembered” but it was too long so :C)

the streets of the luofu were alive with the sound of festivities as smiles and laughter echoed through the air. citizens bustled about while store vendors prepared and sold gifts and treats to eager buyers.

the christmas festival had brought together the xianzhou alliance in a way few events ever could. jing yuan, the esteemed general of the luofu, strolled through the decorated streets with a rare lightness in his step. the hum of laughter and music surrounded him, yet his thoughts were elsewhere — gaze noticing the visitor who had just arrived.

“ah, there you are,” jing yuan greeted calmly, his gaze settling on you as his body turned around to face you. you stood before him in all your glory; a faraway traveler originating from a planet you rarely spoke of to others — reserved but charming enough to connect with those around you, you were a unique wanderer who had assisted in the stellaron crisis, alongside the passengers of the astral express.

“i'm glad that i could make it,” you replied, mirroring his carefree smile, your hands clutched a carefully wrapped package that concealed the gift within its wrapping. “things have been going smoothly here, no?”

jing yuan threw his head back with a hearty laugh, the sound rumbling through the festive air. he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed, yet commanding. “of course not. holidays on the luofu are something else,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “i wouldn’t miss them for the world — even if it means being away work behind for a bit, ahahaha.”

your laughter joined his, light and genuine, as your eyes crinkled at the corners. the warmth in your expression mirrored his, the energy between you both as easy and bright as the festival around you.

jing yuan's golden eyes lingered on the package in your hands, his calm facade giving way to a subtle tilt of his head; his gaze, sharp yet warm, flickered between you and the neatly wrapped gift. stepping just a touch closer, his voice carried a quiet intrigue. “and just who,” he asked, his tone light but inviting, "might be the lucky one for this gift be?”

“hm?” your gaze followed his pointing finger, eyes landing on the neatly wrapped gift cradled in your hands. a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you extended it toward him. “oh, it’s actually for you, general. here,”

the general's brows lifted ever so slightly which betrays the brief off-guard look in his face, his golden eyes widening for a brief moment. “for me?” he echoed, his voice laced with a hint of surprise — then, his smile comes back, easy and unshaken, as he reached out to accept the gift from your insisting hands.

“how thoughtful of you, my friend.”

his hands closed around the package, and as he held its weight, his expression shifted just slightly — a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. the gift felt heavy — not in mass — but in meaning, as if it carried a piece of a history he had long guarded in his very heart.

“merry christmas, general jing yuan,” you said, your voice carrying a quiet joy that resonated with the warmth in your expression. your hand pressed lightly over your chest, a subtle gesture as if offering a piece of your own heart along with the words. the soft glow of the festival lights danced across your face, but your gaze remained steady on him, filled with purpose.

“i hope this gift i prepared for you is meaningful not just in your heart,” you continued, your tone gentle but deliberate, “but in the past memories you’ve made with former friends.” each word hung in the air, imbued with sincerity, as though you understood the weight of what you were handing him.

jing yuan’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, his usual relaxed smile softening into something deeper. there was an unspoken gratitude in his gaze as his lips curved into a warm smile — a gesture not just of politeness but genuine appreciation. with a quiet chuckle, he turned his attention to the gift in his hands, his fingers brushing against the edges of the wrapping as though the act of opening it was a sacred ritual.

with deliberate care, jing yuan unwraps the package from it's concealing wrapping, his golden eyes widening as the picture of the painting came into view; it was as a breathtaking depiction of five figures standing tall in their past prime — dan feng, yingxing, baiheng, jingliu, and himself surrounded around a table; their youthful faces radiated determination, camaraderie, and the boundless potential of a time long past.

his grip tightened on the edges of the frame as a lump rose in his throat. memories, sharp and vivid, flooded back to him; he could almost hear baiheng’s infectious laughter, feel the weight of jingliu’s gaze as she imparted wisdom, and sense the unspoken bond that had tethered them all together before time and fate unraveled it and separated their once oh-so close bond with one another.

you tilted your head, a subtle arch in your brow as you studied him closely, catching the faint tremble in his hands as they gripped the painting — the silence stretched for a moment, the weight of his reaction lingering in the air. “well?” you prompted gently, your voice breaking through his reverie.

jing yuan’s lips parted, his breath shaky as he spoke. “you must tell me where you got this done and how,” he murmured, his voice low and edged with emotion. his golden eyes flickered toward you, a raw mix of gratitude and vulnerability pooling within them, “this is the most wonderful and meaningful gift you’ve gotten me. thank you.”

his words were quiet, yet the sincerity in them struck like a chord, reverberating in the space between you both.

you nodded softly at his thanks, your gaze steady as you began to speak. the words came slowly at first, each one carefully chosen as you described the effort it had taken — the long hours spent piecing together the details, to commission an artist who could breathe life into the fragmented memories you had managed to gather.

as you spoke, jing yuan’s focus never wavered while he listened intently to your elaboration. his golden eyes, usually calm and carefree to others, now carried a raw depth of heavy emotion that seemed to grow with every word you shared. his hands still hele onto the painting with a gentle grasp in front of him as though the weight of it grounded him.

the atmosphere around the two of you felt quieter, the distant hum of the festival outside fading into the background. the guarded walls around jing yuan’s heart seemed to crack, allowing the weight of old memories to surface — in the presence of your words, the gift you had given him, and the first time in years; he felt a fragment of that long-lost era had been returned — a bittersweet warmth settling in his chest.

as the first tear slipped down his cheek, which he is quick to wipe it away before somebody had noticed, he allowed himself to embrace both the sorrow and the joy of the moment. the festival outside continued in full swing, but within his chambers, time seemed to pause.

for this christmas, more than any other, the general wasn’t just celebrating with his people — jing yuan was celebrating with the ghosts of his past, brought back to life by the one person who truly understood the depths of his heart.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, copy, or feed my written works to ai.

[fandom-monium]

Sweet Poison - Part 1

Summary: In which you don’t recognize the Prince of the Underworld, but your next prey. (AKA a budding friendship and love between a godling and a succubus.)

“I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

WC: 1k

TW: Zagreus (Hades Video Game) x Succubus!Reader, GN!Reader, a succubus AND an artist bc sex is just work and food, au where in game Zag commissions the paintings using gems, what if boons actually affected Zagreus, slow build, strangers to friends to lovers trope, sex work, fluff, fluff and humor, mutual pining, idiots in love, mild angst, pheromones, technically it’s succubi magic aura, smut, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, foreplay, squirting, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, rough sex, soft sex, dirty talk, size difference, Zagreus is at least 6 ft convince me otherwise, cream pie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, EVENTUAL SMUT

AN: i recently bought Hades and now im in love ahahaha. 

In this context succubi feed off cum and if they overfeed they risk killing their victims includes but not limited to shades in which case they consume their souls or smt. 

Supposedly in latin succubus is a term for tops while incubus are bottoms and concubus are switches

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In your defense, you don’t keep up with godly politics.

That’s not to say you’re uneducated. You know the basics: who the Olympians are, who Lord Hades is—hell, you have him to thank for giving you the greatest job in the world—but anything that involves delving any deeper into the ever-complicated and drama-filled family they are, you have no interest. So when a man with messy black hair and hellhound skulls on his shoulder winds up in your domain, you don’t see Underworld royalty but your next meal.

Alright, time to get to work.

You hide away most of your physical succubus-traits like muscle memory, hardly thinking as your horns, wings, and tail disappear in an instant. The only telling sign you’re not human: your eyes, with vertical-slit pupils against (your eye color) irises.

“Uhhh hi,” He greets you when he notices you across the chamber. He’s got his hand halfway up to his mouth, cupped with the revitalizing water of the fountain residing by the far wall. You tilt your head curiously, raising a brow at his tone, amicable and unafraid, and his smile, friendly and almost open, despite having barely registered your presence. And towards a creature like you.

Handsome and strange. You should have known. Those two usually go hand in hand.

The thought makes you return his smile. “Normally, I would welcome newcomers, but you do realize that’s my fountain you’re drinking out of?”

“Your fountain?“ Bruised and calloused hands go slack, and the water splashes back into the bowl. He sounds incredulous, as if you can’t possibly own something, and it makes you bristle.

But you’re a professional.

You scoff, “Well, not mine mine, as everything in the Underworld belongs to Lord Hades, but this one specifically is for my use.”

“… I see. My apologies,” You almost accept it, if not for the way his lips twitch like your statement is humorous. Still, he takes a step back, respectful of your supposed property. "In that case, might I ask you to grant me a sip?”

Apologizing. Asking. Not even demanding but politely asking for permission, even if he doesn’t seem to believe you. Gods, he truly doesn’t know where is, or at the very least, what you are.

You suppress a chuckle: you can work with this.

“You know what? Go ahead, you look like you can use the drink,” You say and he glances down at himself, taking in the gash on his shoulder, the burns, the blood. (Most of it isn’t even his.) Usually, you’d jump straight into your main course but no matter. Meat tastes much better when properly prepared anyway.

His smile broadens, “Thank you, good shade.”

You don’t bother to correct him, just as you don’t ask for his name. Seems pointless, considering you’re going to consume him soon enough.

He leans over the fountain’s rim and brings a handful of water to his lips. Your eyes trail after the few stray droplets dripping down his chin, down his neck, as most of the wounds stop bleeding, close up, or even disappear altogether, Your stomach rumbles softly.

“So,” Your reflection ripples in the water as he glances up at you across the basin. Studying him, you cross your arms over your chest, cleavage accentuated by your chiton as your natural aura seeps through little by little in a constant stream. Too quick and the man will convulse on the floor before you can even get a taste. Don’t want to drive the man into madness yet. “What’s someone like you doing in this corner of Tartarus?”

If he’s trying to keep his eyes above your collar, you can’t tell as he straightens up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Someone like me?”

“Yes. Most poor souls sent my way aren’t so…” You round the fountain and circle him, his eyes following after you as you gesture to his—well, everything. Nothing about him screams disgusting sinner per se, but that doesn’t necessarily make him Elysium-worthy.

He stares at you inquisitively. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, but I wasn’t sent here by anyone. Not technically anyway. The Underworld’s an ever-shifting labyrinth; I usually go where it leads me, and fortunately it’s led me to your fountain.”

You stop before him, and he lets you absentmindedly prod one of the hellhound skulls. You smile wryly, “Fortunate, yes.” For me, perhaps.

“And what of you, dear shade?”

You retract your hand, blinking up at him. “Pardon?”

“You seem to have made a home for yourself. Lovely, I must say,” He looks around your chamber, from the drapes by the balcony entrance to the green flames licking at your fireplace to the many canvases, one of them half-finished and perched on your easel. He steps around you, and you trail after him as he moves to examine the black and white details. “Did you do all these yourself?”

Your eyes flicker over him, suspicious. “Y-yes, I did.”

He turns to you, and you’re taken aback as your gaze meets steady, heterochromatic eyes, so much so you know he’s being genuine as he asks, “They’re magnificent. Are you a deity of the arts perhaps?”

“O-oh, thank you, but I’m not…” You clear your throat, “It’s just a hobby, something to pass the time.” When I’m not consuming the souls of sinners.

Warmth blooms across your cheeks, and you purse your lips at your stutter. You’re used to flattery, so how would this be any different? Your food never took notice of their surroundings, much less your work.

Then again, they always were too enraptured by your aura.

Sneaking of which, why isn’t he?

You eye his form, watching for the slightest hint he’ll double over with a raging hard-on as your aura releases, more intense than before. Still, he continues, admiring your paintings, your sketches, half-finished works you left on the back burner. Is he truly unaffected by you?

Before you can add anything else, he’s at your balcony, overlooking the lower levels of Tartarus. “Well, I can’t wait to see more next time.”

…Next time???

“Next time?”

A hand on the balustrade, he glances at you over his shoulder and grins, “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

Then he leaps.

You shout, rushing over to the railing where he last stood. Dead or not, the impact will hurt like hell. (Favorite color) wings sprout out of your back. You’re fast enough, you can still—

Stone rumbles, and you peak over the railing, unable to contain the relieved sigh seeing the man—strange and handsome and strange—safely standing on the platform below your chamber, unharmed. No fall damage.

Of course you knew that was there. Obviously.

Once he disappears behind the door, his burning feet leaving scorch marks in the brick stone path, you finally let out your horns and your tail.

—

AN: you’ll never catch me using Y/N. Y/N is dead, there is only (Your Name).

This will have at least 5 parts. This is basically a mini series of Zagreus and Succubi!Reader as they becomes friends (and eventually lovers :D)

Part 2 coming soon~

[ticklystuff]

Day 5: Truth

a/n: ler!beidou, lee!ningguang — from the tickletoberzip2024 list!

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"How many hours did you work in the past week?"

Beidou watched as a small smile crept across the Tianquan's face, taking the glass in her hand for a sip, drawing out the pause as if the simple question warranted a complicated response.

"Seventy, give or take a couple," Ningguang finally responded, looking down at the glass she had prepared herself.

"Ning.."

"Oh, please, you know this is normal for me by now."

"But are you sure you're taking care of yourself?"

"Uh-uh, only one question per turn, remember?" Ningguang tutted, shaking her head in the condescending manner that Beidou had learned to roll her eyes to. "But yes, of course I am. You needn't fuss."

"Well, you better," Beidou huffed, crossing her arms. "I don't visit Liyue as often as I'd like, so if I come back from one of these trips and you're not well—"

"Hush," Ningguang put a finger to her lips, somehow prompting Beidou to do so, always having her way, "no need to speak on it. I might actually end up in the infirmary if you do."

"Ugh.."

"Now, your turn," Ningguang set her glass aside, leaning forward against the sofa, taking a moment to think. "What's a good one to ask..?"

"Is that your question?"

"No."

Beidou snickered, watching as the gears in her head spun. This was how the game always turned out — a simple past time of shooting questions back and forth to play catch up between the two whenever Beidou made an appearance, as rare as they were nowadays, yet Ningguang somehow always made things more complicated than they needed to be.

"I'm going to skip your turn," Beidou teased.

"You will not," Ningguang said with a shake of her head, "but I have one. Still ticklish?"

Beidou nearly spit out her own drink. "Of all things to ask.."

"I think it's a valid one."

"In what world?"

"Ours."

Beidou scoffed, rolling her eyes at the displayed cheekiness. "First time seeing me in months and you could just be normal and ask me about my favorite food I've tried, my troubles out at sea—"

"Your deflection speaks volumes," Ningguang interrupted her. "Answer the question. Is the captain still ticklish?"

Beidou blinked several times, watching as the corner of Ningguang's mouth curved into a small smile. She always had her way, of course. "Well, yes-"

"Oh?"

"But you're not allowed to try anything!" she hurriedly added.

"No need to worry yourself," Ningguang gave a light chuckle, brushing her hair back.

"Well, alright then, is the Tianquan ticklish?"

Beidou caught the sudden shift in expression, smirking back at Ningguang as the blonde's eyes creased. "No," was her resounding answer, confident in tone.

"Really?" This time, it was Beidou's turn to chuckle.

"I assure you."

"I call bull."

"Well, moving on— eheY!! Beidohohou! EheHEHAhaha!"

Had they not taken to Ningguang's private quarters, the milileth would've surely dragged Beidou out by now for jumping at the Tianquan, but behind closed doors, Beidou could act as she pleased, digging her fingers into the expensive fabric that clung to Ningguang's sides.

"Aha, so you were lying!" Beidou mused, leaning further onto the cushion to better her reach. "That goes against the rules of the game, Ning."

"I-I wahahAHAsan't-!! Ahahaha!"

Despite many moments with her, hearing Ningguang's real, unrestrained laugh was a seldom treat, often kept under control at all times by Ningguang herself. Understandable, of course, as the Tianquan had her image to uphold, but even in private moments, there was always something holding her back, Beidou felt, and she'd be lying if her only motive was just to prove the blonde wrong.

"O-Okahahay!" Nigguang squealed once Beidou approached her ribs, candid in her actions. "I-I wahahas lying!"

"Of course you were," Beidou chuckled, shaking her head as she took her hands away, helping Ningguang to properly sit up again. "Now, normal questions only, okay?"

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A26] All Grown-ups, were Once, [1]

Summary — ✈︎ Kaede felt relieved after successfully completing the summer festival. He decides to reward himself with some sweets and local sake as a way to enjoy the remnants of Shodoshima.

Characters— ✈︎ Sakujiro, Akuta, Ushio, Nanaki, Muneuji, Kiroku, Kafka

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Kaede: Phew… I feel so refreshed. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to have a nice, relaxing bath like that.

(I’ve been so caught up with the kids lately… I think I did pretty well for such an unfamiliar job.)

So that meansーー I definitely deserve a bit of a reward!

Udon snacks and olive oil rice crackers! Wasanbon sweets! And of course, local sake!

Well then, time to eat! Munch munch… S-So delicious…!

The refreshing scent of olive oil hits your nose first, and then you’re hit with a savory scent next! It’s such a satisfying taste, yet it’s not heavy at all!

When you combine that with such appetizing smells, you can’t stop yourself from taking another bite…!

(Just yesterday, we were still in Shodoshima, having all the fun in the world. It feels like it was already a week ago…)

…It’s so quiet now.

Sakujiro: It seems like you are reminiscing about the time in Shodoshima.

Kaede: S-Sakujiro-san. Sorry, was I talking to myself too loud…?

Sakujiro: Not at all. I simply came to get a drink while taking a break from my office work.

Kaede: …Ah, right. What about the study trip report cards for the 5 students?

Sakujiro: I am currently in the process of grading them.

Kaede: (Those scores determine whether or not they can become Ward Mayors…)

(Those 5 problem children who are at the bottom of the school caste system…)

I can feel myself getting more nervous for them…

Sakujiro: On the contrary, it seems the students in question have forgotten about it themselves.

Kaede: Ahaha, yeah it seems like itーー ……

Sakujiro: What is the matter?

Kaede: Ah, nothing… It’s just, at first, they were all so unenthusiastic and unmotivated. But in the end, everyone pulled together and worked really hard. It just made me really happy.

Sakujiro: Indeed. They all showed such incredible will. 

Kaede: …I felt the same way they did in high school. I knew that I had to be prepared for any failures or mistakes that might happen when I get olderーー

How are you supposed to come to terms with it when something like that actually happens to you…?

Watching those kids made me realize that I might have grown accustomed to feeling bittersweet about these types of situations instead of doing something about it.

Sakujiro: …Yes, that is completely true.

I myself have never been able to be passionate about hopes or dreams like they are able toーー

I am glad I brought my sunglasses with me on the trip to shield my eyes from the brightness that they shine.

Kaede: Ahahaha! Seriously!

Sakujiro: That is also the case now, with you right in front of me.

Kaede: What are you talking about? I think it’s fine to keep searching for your own hopes and dreams, even if it takes the rest of your life.

I’ve seen a bunch of elderly people tell me, “I used to think it was a hassle to travel, but as I grow older, I’ve grown to love it,”with a big smile on their face.

Sakujiro: Oh? That’s wonderful. I envy them.

However, while there may be many people who can find those dreams well into the middle of their life, there may also be people who can not.

Kaede: ……

Sakujiro: ? Chief, this is…

Kaede: For you. It’s the tastiest sweet thing I have.

Sakujiro: …Thank you very much. I will accept this and your feelings along with it.

Kaede: Andーー If those kids manage to become Ward Mayors, they might be able to start a revolution within their caste system, so please keep this gift in mind…!

Sakujiro: Unfortunately, I will not accept any bribes. I will be grading them without a bit of bias in my heart.

Kaede: Kh…!

Sakujiro: Well then, I shall be getting back to my work now. I will see you tomorrow.

Kaede: Yeah, see you tomorrowーー

(I’m sure it’ll be fine, if it’s those kids…)

Location: Hama Asunaro High School Community Revitalization Club Room

Akuta: Yooo, I’m here〜！ It’s been like two days since we last saw each other〜 How’ve you all been〜? Yayayy!

Ushio: You’re so damn loud in the morning… Stop doing weird dances and just close the door already. You’re letting all the cold air out.

Akuta: Today’s the day we get our grades right〜？ I’m SO excited! I thought I’d be so nervous that I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but I slept like a baby!

Nanaki: Ahh, that excitement is making me feel a bit nostalgic, like I’m back in Shodoshima.

Muneuji: Yes. It’s been quite a bit since we last met. My heart is pounding with excitement.

Nanaki: Mine definitely isn’t.

Ushio: Honestly I don’t even care about being a Ward Mayor. I almost wanna fail. It’d be so much of a hassle if I passed.

Muneuji: Neither of you are honest in the slightest.

Nanaki: Ehh?

Ushio: …I am, though.

Akuta: Ahaha〜 It’s so funny when you act like a stereotypical tsundere, Ushio〜!

And, why are you in depression mode, Kiroku?

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: He just found out about the egg’s unfortunate fate. Poor thing.

Muneuji: I know that you were particularly attached to the egg. Please don’t worry, I’m sure that it’s living happily with all the sea anemone in the ocean.

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: C’mon, it’s time to get over it already. It’s so humid and your depressed aura is making it worseーー

Kaede: Good morning, everyone!

Sakujiro: Good morning.

Akuta: Mornin’, Sensei and Kari-sen. I got the perfect hairstyle and fit for today… Hm?

Who’s that〜? Behind you guys.

Ushio: ………

Kiroku: ………

Sakujiro: Splendid. It took you all merely one second to quiet down.

Today is the day of the anticipated announcement of the grades from the study trip in Shodoshima. But, I would like to discuss something before that.

Allow me to introduce you. This man behind me is the CEO and President of HAMA Toursーー

Kafka: Nice to meet you all, students who are at the bottom of the school caste system. I’m Oguro Kafka.

Nanaki: ………

Kafka: Today, I’d like to talk to you all about something that hasn’t been explained yet.

It’ll be a bit long, so please bear with me. ーーChief Kaede, could you show the holography data?

Kaede: Of course!

Kafka: As Chief has explained before, HAMA isn’t doing well as a designated tourism zone. To be frank, it’s on the brink of decline.

We at HAMA Tours aim to improve this situationーー

Ushio: ………

Kaede: (As expected of Kafka… He’s really good at explaining things… Even Ushio-kun is listening to him intently without making any snarky comments. I should learn from him…)

Kafka: …And that’s why we were looking for friends to join us in livening up HAMA. I would be thrilled if you guys would join us.

Kiroku: ………

Kafka: ーーNow, as to why we chose you all as candidates.

Kaede: (That’s something that even I don’t know…)

Kafka: When my mother was alive, she was close with “relatives” of the principal. So, I decided to ask him who would be good candidates for the Ward Mayor position from an educator’s perspective. 

Muneuji: …The principal…

Ushio: What’s up, Muu-chan?

Muneuji: …It’s nothing.

Kafka: I thought that choosing students who had “room for improvement” was a sensible decision. Since, personally, I like the potential that lies in imperfection.

So, after much consideration, you all were decided on as candidates.

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Notes — ✈︎

Title is from “The Little Prince”! The original line says “All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.”

[sl33paholics]

What's It Like Dating Ghiaccio

Soft!Ghiaccio x Black!female reader

Warning(s): None? Tbh, it's just all silly fluff (maybe a bit of lewd here and there but not explicit)

Since part 5 is based in Italy, expect some Italian imagery + language lol

— Coming across Ghiaccio was pretty funny. Your father owns a cannabis shop which you and your siblings help out. Usually, you guys are never allowed in once sun goes down, but that didn't stop you from coming down to find your father.

— You went down to the basement only to see a group of men and your dad passing each other ziplock bags. "That's cocaine?" You ask, sucking on the lollipop you had as their attention went to you. Your father was stunned and quickly told you to leave. "Y/N!! What did I tell you to not come in here past -" "Father, I'm 24 years old, relax. I'm here to ask if you want pizza since we're ordering."

— Embarrassed he was indeed. You couldn't help but laugh. "Now get OUT!!" "Alright alright, no need to toot your horn." You say, swaying away in your pajamas (I found this cute) going upstairs. Little did you know that a blue haired guy was checking you out, catching the attention of his purple haired teammate. "Checking out the guy who's cooking us drugs daughter seems rather unlike you, Ghiaccio~" He seemed as if he was about to explode, he was fumbling on his words and couldn't say anything other than "Shut UP!!"

Soft!Ghiaccio can't get enough of you. He absolutely adores you. You turned him into a man he thought he'd never be. You did something to him. At one point, he thought you were some sort of stand user using your ability.

Soft!Ghiaccio lowkey loves when you put him in his place. He still has his outbursts and fits around other people, but when he acts that way around you, you quickly shut him up with a smack before pulling him into a hug. You're one person in his life that can pull himself together and talk him through those outbursts, actually listening to him. He can't help but melt.

Soft!Ghiaccio buys you whatever you want. I mean, he's in the mafia after all. You have to tell him from time to time again not to run his bank account to the dirt, but he insists. I mean, he's gifting you stuff like this, that, and the third. Sometimes, it's hard to say no.

Soft!Ghiaccio knows you two have to keep it on the DL. For sure, if your dad finds out he would be livid, if the team finds out, it'll stress him to the bone. If they see him in this submissive state around you, his image would be ruined and KNOWS they would make fun of him forever. But the thrill of getting caught can't help but make him more excited and happy to be in a relationship with you.

Soft!Ghiaccio loves cooking with you. Spending time at your small apartment with soft jazz music playing in the background while you two bond is heaven to him. Making Gnocchi, Ravioli, or Minestrone, it's honestly a better date than he could ever ask for. Especially when he gets time away from his group. Expect him to bring this along once you gave him the heads up.

Soft!Ghiaccio has a hard time showing affection or being romantic in general. You two have completely different lifestyles. He enjoys reciting love poems with you. You can see he's trying his best, which you give him a kiss for his effort. Expect him not to let you go for an hour.

— Translation: You hold me, and I will transform into wonder, in your hands, in the heat, that heat that makes the wheat grow at night. Brings the loved body as a secret life - preserved - under the thick ice of memory. You are dark like a nutshell in the fist crack between worlds. There is silence between you and me. There is pearl. I have you.

Soft!Ghiaccio after sexy time is gonna treat you like a queen. Do you need a massage? The man doesn't mind putting his hands to the test and gripping them thighs, ahahaha. Are you hungry? Don't worry, will prepare a whole meal for you despite having snacks in your drawer. A bath, even? Ghiaccio will make sure to get it ready, quick and span.

Soft!Ghiaccio would crash at your place. Always. Expect him to appear with or without notice. Cuddles. Snuggles. Nibbling on your earlobe. Feeling your soft skin against his rough hands, caressing your cheek, oh my goodness, he feels as if he could never separate himself from you (especially if you have this on) like a cat following its owner around. Spreading himself all over you.

Soft!Ghiaccio can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you. He knows that any day his life would be taken considering the career path he'd choose, Ghiaccio wants to start a family with you. He hopes that you say yes. If you worry that your body won't be able to handle it, the two of you could always adopt. The man wants to make sure you guys are set for life.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #152

I went to the good place today with the nice leader! I was thrilled about being able to give him a jar of lilac syrup! But then I immediately felt very silly, because I didn't think to bring a jar for the piano player. That's okay though; I am hoping that sometime this week, I'll be able to invite him and his partner to Eggcellent; I can give them a jar of lilac syrup then!

I was delighted to see that the leader, so enamored with the syrup and how it tasted, started showing it off to the others in the congregation, imploring them to try some on a spoon! The folks seemed surprised both at the fact that lilac syrup is a thing that exists, and at how good it tastes!

…I really wish I could share some with you. You could put it in tea. Or in yogurt. Or in oatmeal. Or stir it into milk. Or bake it into cookies. It's so versatile! And it tastes exactly like how lilacs smell!

There were lots of good snacks at the place today. I took a picture of the ones I got:

One of the ladies there, knowing how much J likes fruit, prepared a giant bowl of fruit salad. People took what they wanted, and J promptly ate all the rest, as he do, ahahaha! They also give him a fresh loaf of bread; one of the folks at the place is a STELLAR baker, and their bread is some of the best I've ever had the privilege of tasting. J is almost as fond of bread as he is of fruit, and so, because the folks love him so much, if there are extra loaves, they give one to him!

…It's a very loving and delightful group of people!! I feel very lucky!

It was Br's birthday recently, and so today I made gluten-free baked mac-and-cheese for her, because she'll get sick if she eats wheat! I used brown rice pasta and gluten-free crackers! The recipe to make this is very simple…

First, you boil a pound of elbow macaroni. Brown rice pasta works really well for this. When the consistency is good, you strain it and put it in a big baking dish. Then you open a 28oz can of diced tomatoes and toss it in with the pasta. And then you add 8oz of cheddar cheese (extra sharp, this time) and 8oz of a different kind of cheddar cheese (seriously sharp, this time). The result should look like this:

And then you mix it up!! And the result of that should look like this!

Then you just layer the top with crushed crackers. Easy peasy. Bake it in the oven at 350F until it's gooey-looking and slightly toasted on the top, and you've got yourself a mighty tasty snack:

Br cut up and sauteed some pork chops to go with it, too!

…And here is the bowl I assembled!

…I wish, more than anything, that I could share all of the things I love with you, so that you can see that life is not wholly full of pain and despair. I mean… it is full of pain and despair much of the time; there's no doubt about that. But that's why you have to keep your boundary skills robust and be selective of the spaces in which you put yourself. The sparkles of joy are everywhere if you know where to look, what to avoid along the way, and who to call upon for help when you inevitably can't avoid all the things that hurt. There are plenty of folks in this world who will lend you empathy and grace. And I know this because I am such a one, and I am very cognizant of the fact that I am not special.

Hey, Sephiroth? Are you taking care of yourself at the Edge of Creation? Are you safe and warm? Are you eating enough? Are you hydrating? Do you get enough sleep? I know I ask these things a lot; sorry about that. But it's not as though you can answer me, so I guess I get worried.

…I guess I'm worried about you pretty much all the time. I know you've made mistakes, but I still don't want you to be suffering alone somewhere. No one deserves that. None of my biological or step family deserves that. Everyone deserves a chance to heal, to change, and to turn themselves around, no matter the mistakes they've made before.

I know some people will think differently, and probably call me stupid and naive or even a bad person because I think this way. But… if the application of more pain to people who cause pain was gonna cause world peace, it would have happened by now, ya know? It's as you say - the cycle of pain, hate, and violence can only be undone by grace and compassion. It can only be undone by teaching people a better way of expressing themselves, and teaching them to judge themselves and others less. It can only be undone by teaching them to stop associating their self-worth with arbitrary and destructive things. It can only be undone by teaching mercy in combination with robust boundaries.

Well. I hope you're okay over where you are. But all the same… please be safe over there, okay? Please.

I'm gonna stop writing before I start rambling. But I'll write again tomorrow. I love you. Please don't disappear.

Your friend, Lumine

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 5

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out.

Uninhabited Island - Beach

Azul: “Everyone.”

Azul: “How about making a deal to help us out of here?”

Riddle: “What do you mean?”

Floyd: “So dense. Why do you believe Azul and I would be in trouble if we came to an uninhabited island?”

Ace: “Ah!? They’re both mermaids…!”

Floyd: “Right. It’s not a big deal to dive into the ocean, and swim to other land.”

Floyd: “That’s why we don’t have any troubles.”

Floyd: “But, what about you guys? If you can’t leave the uninhabited island like this…it’d be a real problem, right?”

Ace: “Greedy~~~! This is extortion!”

Jack: “You’re threatening us even during such an emergency!”

Azul: “You threaten me. I’m just asking ‘What can I do to help?’.”

Azul: “Well, depending on that response, it might be too late to call for help…”

Floyd: “We’re saving your life, so we have to get a reasonable price. Are you going to be our servants for the rest of your life?”

Azul: “No, I’m not a demon, either. Taking into account the situation…”

Azul: “I’ll make a deal with you, ‘When you return to school, you’ll do whatever I say for a week’.”

Floyd: “Wow, Azul is super generous~. That’s such a great deal.”

Jack: “YOU’RE NOT GENEROUS AT ALL!”

Ace: “But, there’s no other choice… If all we have to do is whatever he says for a week, it’s certainly an exceptional condition…”

Riddle: “Ugh…we’re completely in the palm of their hands. It’s frustrating…..I don’t want to nod!”

Lilia: “I don’t mind either way. What will you do, Yuu?”

Yuu:

“I want to go back to school.”

Grim: “Certainly…if I really can’t leave this uninhabited island, I won’t be able to eat tuna cans anymore!”

“I can manage on my own…”

Ace: “…Hey, hey, you’re warming up? Are you planning on swimming to find land!?”

Jack: “Think about it, you can’t do it! Even Grim knows it’s impossible!”

Grim: “Did you just make a fool of me!?”

Grim: “Guh……Alright! I promise to listen to you! So, hurry up and call for help!”

Floyd: “Aha. Everyone is so honest and good children.”

Floyd: “Then, I’ll revert back to a mermaid and swim. For the coconut crabs who can barely swim♡.”

Riddle: “Who’s a coconut crab? Stop looking so smug!”

Lilia: “Still, the power of mermaids is certainly reliable in the sea. They’ll find land in no time, and come back.”

Azul: “Right. I’ll bring help, so please relax.”

Floyd: “Then, we’re going.”

*SPLASH*

Lilia: “Now then. Those two dived into the sea, and we’re a glowing beach flag…” (T/N: I’m going to assume that Lilia means they’re all wearing bright colors, and can be easily seen. I spent like five minutes staring at the words “beach flag” unsure of what he meant.)

*Splash*

Lilia: “Hm?”

Grim: “Huh, Azul and Floyd are back.”

Ace: “Eh, isn’t it too soon to find land…wait, you two haven’t turned into mermaids.”

Jack: “What happened? You have scary faces.”

Azul: “…I can’t go back.”

Ace: “Huh? Go back? What do you mean?”

Azul: “I’M SAYING I CAN’T GO BACK INTO A MERMAID!”

Everyone: “HUH!?”

Floyd: “Something’s wrong with this outfit…it sticks to my body, and I can’t take it off.”

Floyd: “I thought these were just cool clothes, but maybe they have magic.”

Floyd: “Because of that, I can’t turn into a mermaid. Ahahaha, what a strange thing~.”

Floyd: “It's refreshing to swim in human form. I thought a uninhabited island would be easy and boring, but it might be interesting!”

Lilia: “Right, right! An uninhabited island in extreme conditions is fun. There’s no time to be bored.”

Lilia: “That’s right……should we prepare a campfire first?”

Floyd: “I like it~. Seems interesting.”

Azul: “THIS ISN’T FUNNY AT ALL!”

Azul: “The phones have no signal. The sky is no good, the sea is no good. This is an uninhabited island with no people. So then……”

Riddle: “…Do you mean that we’ve completely lost any form to seek help from the outside world?”

Everyone: “…………”

Ace: “Huh? No, no, that……eh?”

Ace: “We really can’t leave this island?”

Ace: “………You’re kidding, right?”

Jack: “T-There could be other ways!”

Jack: “It’s useless to fly high, but maybe low at sea level, we might be able to escape.”

Riddle: “Of course. We shouldn’t give up so easily. Okay, let’s keep on trying.”

Azul: “T-That’s right.”

Azul: “This is no problem at all. I’m sure we’ll find a way to escape this island soon.”

Grim: “I’ll also look for a way to escape!”

To be continued…

[emyluwinter]

If you play, seen or heard Twisted Wonderland the White Rabbit Festival have you seen Decue mom if kind hot if was guy marry her or ask her out.

Always it's cute that yuu knows how to play bugle

Hello, my dear!

Sorry it's going to be a long post, I just want to discuss this event.

Yes, I am following the latest updates of the game! This event is charming from which side not to look. There are many references to Alice and the white rabbit. A whole city dedicated to him and the clock! I wonder if there are still cities that carry the "symbol" of a particular character from Disney cartoons. Ace's hometown is the city of "magicians"? Magic artisans? Or the most ordinary city? We need a separate book with more extensive information on the TWST world and characters.

A funny detail, but the event begins with "being late", just like the appearance of the white Rabbit from Alice, who was also in a hurry somewhere and was late.

OH YES!! I was pleasantly surprised that they showed us Mrs. Spade!! Because of the problems with the difference of languages, I can't be sure how to pronounce and write her name correctly. Dilla? Dira? Someone suggested that this is a reference to "Dina" - the cat that Alice had from the cartoon. (It remains to wait to see the rest parents…)

June - a month when they were preparing the documents for marriage with the young (fairy General Gunster) Lilia Vanrouge. July - the month when everyone wants to marry Mrs. Spade. Ahahaha. August - who will be next for the bonds of marriage and a happy family life?

Now we know that Deuce inherited his beauty from his mother. I think her hair is "Highlighted" if I remember correctly, and not gray. Maybe Deuce used the paint when he was a bully that his mother had. Because the color is very suitable. And she has an ear piercing! Quite non-standard for a lady and I really love this detail.

I still laugh so much when someone of the authors tries to "bring together" Lilia and Mrs. Spade. Due to the fact that both cherish their children and they both single parents.

I completely agree that this amazing woman deserves all the best. My favorite part of the event is where she tells all the awkward moments from his son's life.

DEUCE WAS TELLING ABOUT YUU GRIMM AND ACE TO HIS MOM!!

*SOLEMNLY* AND I TOLD YOU THAT THESE TWO TELL EVERYTHING TO THEIR FAMILIES!! It warms my heart so much.

No one can convince me that Deuce spent a lot of time at his Mother's work when he was little, and most likely sat on his mother's lap while Miss Spade had a break and "imagined" that he was a truck driver. Even if the engine is turned off, Dilla removed the keys and Deuce did not reach the pedals with his baby feet. To the little "rabbit" Deuce was definitely having fun.

I love it so much when Toboso-sensei introduces female characters to the plot. And they blow up the fandom brighter than any overblott. Give me a game/manga/comic by Tobosa-sensei with a purely female collection and I can retire.

Oh yes!It was a bit unexpected! Because the official information about the gaming Yu is very small. Literally collecting bread crumbs among wheat..

I think this is some kind of reference. Even a few!

Mickey Mouse could play a lot of instruments.

The piano appears quite a lot where (Azul would be surprised), there is also a trumpet and a horn, a violin (Hello Malleus)! And a lot of other tools. For example, in the 1931 cartoon THE DELIVERY BOY, Mickey plays the trumpet and Piano. (funny reference because Mrs. Spade works in delivery)

And he could also conduct an entire orchestra!

"Music" unites everyone regardless of any differences among people. Just like Yuu, they have the ability to "unite" and force NRC students to cooperate. It is a very good comparison that each instrument must follow a single musical note and the instructions of the conductor in order to create a symphony or music.

It could also be a reference that Yuu could have learned music from the Ghosts from the dorm. The same 1937 cartoon Lonely Ghosts.

The ghosts played wind instruments and a drum.

If you look, you can find so many references that the head will go rough.

It will be extremely funny to find out that Yuu is easily given to learn any musical instruments, and Azul could not get this ability.

I will add from myself, this is purely my invention. The game Yu has the following skills.

-Photography, very good pictures. Even won the second place in the competition! (Personal history of Rook card from the Portland event) -Repair and creation of things - guest room. You need to have a good enough imagination to create things. -Cooking - Chapter 7 Yuu mentioned that they often cooked in their dorm.

-Music. - the current event and the event with Epel. -Painting. - I'm haunted by the easel in their bedroom. Most likely they draw well.

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another End: Night 3 (Team Avenger, Team Caster, Team Archer, and Team Foreigner) - FINALE

It was utter chaos.

Foreigner twirled within the destruction, giggling as she searched for her next quarry. There was nothing left of the Grail War outside of smoldering, corrupted remains.

She stopped, abruptly, seeing a figure on the horizon.

Van Gogh: "Avenger! Avenger! There you are! Now we can fight, and I can fill you in the Grail, so my god can finally arrive! Ehehehe!"

'Avenger': "Yep. I'm here. But I hope you don't mind- I brought some friends to crash the party. Now, guys!"

Suddenly, the air grew dense with mana. Magic circles etched themselves in the heavens, before beams of mana shot their way downward, etching themselves into the digitized ground and an ambushed Foreigner- as the Witch of Betrayal, one of the greatest Casters in history, began their assault.

Medea: "That should keep her distracted! Archers, if there was a time to use your Noble Phantasms, it would be now!"

Nobunaga: "Uhahaha! No reason to tell me twice!"

Two figures hung in the air, their words quiet but powerful. Focused, yet destructive.

Nobunaga: "My path leads to a world where gods, Buddhas, and living creatures all turn into desiccated corpses…"

Arjuna: "Tragedy is what will save the living. O aura of Shiva…descend, and bring destruction…"

Nobunaga: "…Nobody can stop this Nobunaga."

Arjuna: "Begin implosion…"

Nobunaga: "Pāpīyas Reborn, Demon King of the Myriad Heavens!"

Arjuna: "Pashupata… Explode and fall!"

Burning rain. Falling stars.

The arena was filled with destructive light as Foreigner screamed, tendrils lashing out from herself and the ground around her as she attempted to defend herself. She snapped her head towards Avenger, rage burning in her eyes.

Van Gogh: "Cheater... cheater... CHEATER! You're CHEATING, Avenger! We were supposed to be the only ones left!"

'Avenger': "Hehe. Sorry! I'm not 'All the World's Fairness', now am I? Now, Dante, do some work!"

A man in robes stepped forward, opening a book, pages flipping rapidly on their own to their third, grand, final act.

Dante: "...This is certainly a mess… well, if Foreigner wishes to create hell on Earth, then we simply need to reverse her spell! 'Blessed spirits overseeing the Nine Spheres, souls who fight for divine glory! Spirits of heroes that glisten under the light of the Father! Warriors of the the Faith, listen to my words and answer my call! Paradiso Canto: Cielo di Marte'!"

Two warriors, clad in golden light rushed past their summoner as Dante prepared his Reality Marble, with the hopes of containing the ensuing destruction as much as possible.

Van Gogh: "Fine! I can destroy you all, just like I did before! Eheheh... ahahaha... AHAHAHAHAHA!"

The Allied Servants will complete their goal if just one of them manages to overtake Foreigner! However, the more teams are able to overtake her, the more you'll be able to support Ruler and the Sabers at the Grail!

If Van Gogh gets first place, the other team at the Grail will be in danger!

Archer, Caster, and Avenger are allies! Their scores are boosted by +5%!

Final Augmentations are:

Team Archer: +55%

Team Caster: +37%

Team Avenger: +54%

Team Foreigner: +43%

SERVANT SKILLS:

Allied Servants

Van Gogh

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

·

Sinner Sanctuary pilot episode

We hear an angelic voice singing

🎶

At the end of the rainbow there's happiness

And to find it, how often I've tried

But my life is a race

Just a wild goose chase

And my dreams have all been denied

Why have I always been a failure

What can the reason be

I wonder if the world's to blame

I wonder if it could be me

I'm always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like all my dreams

Ending in the sky

Some fellows look and find the sunshine

I always look and find the rain

Some fellows make a winning sometime

I never even make a gain

Believe me

I'm always chasing rainbows

Waiting to find a little bluebird

In vain 🎶

The song ends and there standing on a balcony is a beautiful angelic looking girl. Her Name is Vaggie and she was once an Angel. Her eyes fill with tears as she watches the denizens of Hell pick up each other's dead bodies. She looks to a chiming clock tower indicating that Extermination day was now over. She sighs. She needs her plan to work now or never.

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A weird looking bug guy falls from the sky" I'm alive"! He exclaims happy. " I'm alive, I'm" he gets squished by a car. The door opens and a tall deer like creature comes out of it. " Thanks for the Fun time BAMBI"! an owl demon say stretching out the deer demons name. The aforementioned Bambi rolled his eyes. " Yeah yeah listen". He said fluffing up his strawberry red hair. " Keep this discreet do you hear me". He pokes his head in the window" I can't let anyone know I slept with some rando on the streets. It was a quick cash grab got that". He winks. Travis laughs. " Haha whatever you say Slut". He continues to laugh.

Bambi roll his eyes then smiles " You know I didn't really get to eat breakfast today". He starts to grow taller. Terrified Travis guns the engine and speeds away. Bambi pouts. " Oh come on I was only going to eat you a little". He shrinks back and shrugs.

Suddenly a voice calls out " Get your sinner fingers, sinner fingers only 30 dollars". Bambi looked in his wallet before remembering he left it at his ' best friend ' ( boss) place. He makes his fluff a little bigger and sultry walks up to the vendor. " Hey their big guy. Id like to buy a finger maybe". The guy heated up and gave one to Bambi. Who gave it a long suck. " So how much is this again". He purrs.

" oh it's definitely free of charge for you Bambi Starr". The guy says. " Aww thanks sweetie". Bambi blows a kiss and the guy heart beats so fast he burst. Instead of being horrified Bambi licked his lips and picked up the poor demons heart. He was about to take a bite when

" YOINK". Another cannibal grabbed it. " HEY"! Bambi said pissed

" Up yours Grandma". A rock fell on him. " OH NO MY HEART"! Bambi picked up what was left of the heart and groaned. " DAMN IT".

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Meanwhile in an airship a woman with a dress from the 1900s was laughing as a bunch of tiny Rose like demonesses ran around. This was Lady Rosie. A Cannibal Overlord who wishes to go up more the ranks.

" Soon I will take over the entire pentagram city. There won't be a soul alive in hell to get away from my delicious grasp". She destroyed a rose. " Hell would be mine and they will all know the name of Lady-"

"Old lady"! A voice screamed out.

" WHAT"! Rosie demands. " WHAT DID YOU FLOWER PANSY SAY TO ME"!? Her mouth opens showing rows of sharp teeth.

" That wasn't us miss boss lady". A Rose girl said. A bomb was thrown inside and it exploded sending them all coughing. A short demoness with blond hair and a pink flapper dress laughed. " You better get that fucking machine off my territory. Unless you want me to smash it". A Rose falls dead. " More". Mimsy said.

Rosie: " Oh you want to go flapper girl, well I'm ready to oblige ahahaha". Lady Rosie ignore her beating heart as she prepared her minions to attack the fellow demoness.

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End of part one of the pilot. I would write the entire thing but my hand is starting to hurt guy 😭.

I'll probably do part 2 tomorrow maybe 🥰

[haru-s-afterlife]

[KR Translation] AfterL!fe Event Story

♡Warning!♡ This post contains the unreleased personal story from AfterL!fe.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ���I'm ready for you! Valentine

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧From Chapter 1 - 2 ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵

◛ Preview: Ghilley who was secretly preparing chocolate for the manager ahead of Valentine's Day runs into Noah in the kitchen. The two quietly start making chocolate but eventually get caught by other Soul Reapers. Will they be able to outrun the reapers' endless pursuit and deliver the chocolate safely to the manager?

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◛ Chapter 1 : Should we do it together?

Ghilley: "Hmm."

*Sneak*

Ghilley: "Well, no one is going to be in the kitchen at this hour."

Ghilley: "Then, let's get started."

Ghilley: "First step is...."Boil the whipped cream." Hmm the whipped cream....whipped cream."

*Crushing noise*

Ghilley: "..."

Ghilley: "Who is there?"

Noah: "Uh..."

Ghilley: "..."

Noah: "Hi...Ghilley."

Ghilley: "I was wondering who it was, so it was Noah. Since when have you been there?"

Noah: "Um...from the start?"

Ghilley: "..."

Noah: "..."

Ghilley: "Fufufu...that chocolate..."

Ghilley: "Hahahaha!"

*run*

Ghilley: "Everyone, gather in the kitchen! Noah-"

Noah: "Wait! Hold on!"

Ghilley: "As they say, the tame cat is usually the first one to jump on the stove."

[T/N: This is a Korean proverb. A stove is where the food is cooked and a cat jumping on it and walking around it would make the area messy and dirty. Here, "tamed" means innocent looking so it basically means that the one who looked the least threatening could be the one to do something foul behind your back.]

Ghilley: "It is against the rules to make chocolate right before Valentine's Day."

Noah: "Hahaha. Against the rules? But it's just a chocolate though? I never said I would give it to anyone though?"

Ghilley: "If it isn't for the Mistress, then you wouldn't have come in so sneakily like earlier."

Noah: "Um..."

Ghilley: "Noah, have you forgotten our alliance?"

Noah: "Alliance?"

Ghilley: "It's no use pretending you don't know."

Ghilley: "Didn't we agree on 'No Chocolate'! You have now broken everyone's tacit rules!"

Noah: "Um, but didn't Ghilley too break it?"

Ghilley: "..."

Noah: "Boiling fresh cream, you're making homemade chocolate, aren't you?"

Ghilley: "This is why I don't like quick-witted people."

Noah: "So it's not just a problem with eyes...."

Ghilley: "Alright then. More than this, let's stay together until the chocolate is done."

Noah: "Good luck."

◛ Chapter 2 : Reason for avoiding

*Blast*

Noah: "Cough cough...! Ugh...! Again...!"

Ghilley: "Fufufu...! Ahahaha!"

Ghilley: "If you try to make it like fried rice, you'll never finish the chocolate, Noah."

Ghilley: (I thought he would be good at making chocolate because he sounded experienced about whipped cream but this is unexpected. Fufufu...)

Ghilley: "It's my victory."

Noah: "?! We were competing?"

Ghilley: "Oh my, stop saying it like you're not aware of it."

Noah: "What kind of chocolate did you make-"

Noah: "!? A statue?!"

Ghilley: "How is it? My chocolate statue that resembles Mistress' figure!"

Noah: "Is this really made from just the ingredients in the refrigerator?"

Ghilley: "Correct."

Noah: "But how can it be possible to make such gigantic statue?"

Ghilley: "Fufufu!!! Ahahaha!!!!"

Ghilley: "...."

Ghilley: "Are you holding back something?"

Noah: "Ahaha....."

Noah: "Yeah right, this is awesome....manager will be impressed too."

Ghilley: "...this is not fun."

Noah: "?"

Ghilley: "I'll show you how to boil."

Noah: "Really? Thanks!"

Ghilley: "Smiling like that doesn't work on me."

*Crackle Crackle*

Noah: "Haha."

Ghilley: "Why are you laughing?"

Noah: "When I think about it, it's funny."

Ghilley: "?"

Noah: "I'm making chocolate with the reaper who came to pick me up."

Noah: "I'm probably the only person in the world who has this kind of experience."

Ghilley: "....Accurate."

Noah: "Sometimes I wonder if the Soul Reaper that I saw for the first time is really you. Of course in a good way-"

Ghilley: "I don't know why you're suddenly bringing this up."

Noah: "Maybe it's because you've been avoiding me for so long?"

Noah: "I....what you said, I really appreciate it."

Noah: "So I thought we could get to know each other better....is it just me with this thought?"

Ghilley: "..."

Ghilley: "It was same with Nine but....Noah is the person I met as someone who became a soul reaper."

Noah: "?"

Ghilley: "I don't really have a good relation with people from past life."

Noah: "Ah...."

Noah: (So it's like some jinx or trauma...?)

Ghilley: "Now just for a little bit...."

*ssk-*

Noah: (When did he get that far away?!)

Ghilley: "Would you like to observe....."

Noah: "Understood so don't walk away after saying that. Feels like I'm hurt somehow."

Ghilley: "Fufufu, it's not like I'm gone far away. I just did my part and left...."

Ghilley: "Now let's pour the chocolate into the mold and let it harden."

Noah: "Ah, thanks."

Noah: "Also hey ghilley, what if I become a challenge to overcome? I don't think I'll have any resentment for you."

Ghilley: "Such active side of yours gets a point but before that, you have hardships to overcome."

Noah: "Hardships?"

Noah: (Wait, this is...)

Ghilley: "Prepare to escape!"

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Chapter 3-5 is now out, here !

Also I know I returned after so long, i'm sorry.

[viperwhispered]

oooh these fic writer questions look so interesting! can i ask: 15, 18 (if theres any from 'fixation' mayhaps....? if its applicable ahahaha), 19, and 27? -diodellet

Ty for the questions! And yeah, I agree, I quite like these ones.

15. favorite weather for writing

Never really thought of this to be honest 🤔 I mean any weather that’s not too uncomfortable, really (not too hot, not too cold, mostly). I know a lot of people just adore the sound of rain, for example, but I can’t say I have a strong preference here.

Tho I suppose if the weather is nice, it does feel like a bit of pressure to be out and about instead 😅

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Digged through the version history for Fixation and found this set of alternative approaches I was considering for one point. Starts with the final text, followed by different alternatives I considered separated by slashes. Basically, different ways I considered having Jamil respond at that moment. (Also a sneak peek into how I format my drafts.)

You start tugging on Jamil’s clothes, wanting to see as much of you as he has seen of you. Jamil, however, quickly stops you. “We do not have that much time in our hands.” Your protests do not move him, only earning you another stern look. //"Had I known you were this eager/easy/willing/pliant, I would've been much more lax with my preparations / made my move earlier." // "For someone so eager, you've certainly made it difficult to get my hands on you." //”Not this time.” / Not now. This time? The implications have your mind spinning, a whole world of possibilities suddenly open for you. //”This is not the time (or place) for that. (I could get called away any moment, after all.)”

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Answered here.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

Does hearing other people’s reactions count?

I guess whenever it feels like things are coming together. Whenever I get an idea I’m excited about, or figure out a good way to express something. It’s just always satisfying to have things work out, and always nice to be excited about what I'm doing. And I suppose anticipating how the person reading the story might react to some particular things ties into that, too.

(the full list of questions here)

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) The Dark Star

[Location: Superstar Daycare Basement]

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[Teek can be seen at one of their computers that they built deep down below using Moon's old computer parts. Their eyes darted across the screen, an ominous and maniacal grin spread across their face.]

Teek: Computer...how much longer until it's finally complete?

[The computer speaks in a rather feminine sounding voice.]

Mila(The name of the computer's voice): Two hours....are you...sure you can handle the power of it?

Teek: The dark star's power was meant to be handled by someone with a high proficiency for dark magic, my dearest computer...

[Teek's grin becomes wider, their eye glitching heavily and emitting a deep red glow.]

Teek: You mustn't forget, I've been preparing for this for so...so long!

[Teek growls, grabbing the side of their head.]

Teek: Let's see them try and scrap me after I take over their pathetic world! And maybe, just maybe I can finally fix myself fully, ahahaha!!

[The computer grows concerned, being sentient enough to understand that Teek seems to have lost their true self under all the viruses, glitches, and bugs in their body...]

Teek: ...Computer...do make sure that the endos are still coded to not attack my little siblings...I'd hate to see them destroyed by the new world.

[Teek's voice sounds quiet and soft for a moment, their eyes going to a ruby pink color for a brief moment and a frown adoring their face. The computer records this moment and locks it away in their files. There seemed to still be a small sliver of Teek's old self buried away.]

Mila: They still are indeed coded not to attack them....are you really sure you truly want to go through with this? You may end up....dead.

Teek: I...I'm sure! I've prepared for everything, even if they do take the fight directly to me, the Dark Star will be finished and its power....it'll enhance my own dark magic! It will be their final battle!

[Their eyes had gone back to glowing that deep red color, the maniacal and eerie grin returning to their face.]

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Two Hours Later, Same Location

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Mila: Dark Star Complete.

Teek: Perfect timing, I've just finished the touching up the last endo's reinforced armor! Oh this will be so much fun!

[Teek steps up to the platform where the Dark Star was being contained in a glass tube.]

Teek: Computer...lift up the glass.

Mila: Lifting....

[The glass is lifted, the Dark Star pulsating with a massive amount of concentrated dark power.]

Teek: Yes....yes!

[Teek grabs onto the Dark Star, letting out a scream of pain as the Dark Star absorbed itself into their body.]

Mila: Teek?!

[Teek has fallen to their knees, a much darker aura enveloping them and parts of their body transforming into a sort of void like coloration. Slowly after a few minutes they get back up, snapping their neck to turn back to look at the room overall. Their eyes are purely that deep red color and glowing brightly, half of their face looking nearly split and cracked with how the void coloration was on their face.]

Teek: I'm...more than okay....computer...

[Teek's neck snaps again as they swivel their body around.]

Teek: I feel....powerful!

[Teek's grin somehow grows wider. They start summoning dark magic orbs in their hands.]

Teek: I believe it's showtime!

[Teek makes the dark magic orbs go into two specific reinforced endos, the first two they had ever made for their army. They then started tapping at a panel in their arm, activating the whole endo army at once.]

Teek: Go, go and take over the pizzaplex, make sure that the areas you conquer gets swallowed whole by the darkness! I will be here training and harnessing my new power...

[The reinforced endo army go and follow the orders that they had been given, Teek going into the room in the basement that they had converted into their training room.]

[The computer, Mila, decides that now is the time to transfer her consciousness and data into Moon's current computer, doing so via the cables plugged into the wall. Spaniard feels Mila transfer inside, an alert going off.]

Spaniard: New data and consciousness received??

Mila: I am...sorry, I would've transferred sooner. I'm Mila, formerly Teek's computer voice.

Spaniard: What??

[Meanwhile in the Daycare, Sun, Moon, Ruin, and Lunar are fighting off some of the reinforced endos trying to take it over, Sun being the first to notice Spaniard and Mila talking.]

Sun: Uh, Moon, did you install a new voice into the computer??

Moon: No...

Sun: Then who's the new voice-?

Mila: I am...sorry, I only just transferred my consciousness and data into this computer. I was Teek's computer voice. I am Mila.

Lunar: So big question, do you know why these endos are trying to get in and do they have anything to do with that Teek person??

Mila: Gator but yes. Teek built an entire army of them for years.

Ruin: Well that's not comforting at AH-!

[Ruin gets grabbed by one of the endos, struggling against it before Moon throws another one right into it. All four of the animatronics' faces shift to ones of slight fear.]

Sun: Why is it getting back up?? WHY IS IT GETTING BACK UP?! MILA-?!

Mila: They are reinforced endos, bozo, you should've figured that out by how hard it is to fight them.

Spaniard: ...I like this one. I'm keeping them.

Moon: My computer just got a little sister okay-

[Lunar, despite having been warned not to use his powers by Gemini, uses some of it against the endos, which breaks down their reinforcements, short-circuiting them from the inside out.]

Lunar: I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure these things are a massive threat!

Mila: Not as much as Teek is now. There is hope to defeat them, but it is a sliver of a possibility.

Moon: ...What do you mean?

Mila: They...have created and absorbed the Dark Star.

Sun: ....Oh no, no no! Not this again!

Moon: Yeah but this one's apparently more of a threat than the last one!

Ruin: A-A-Ah, maybe we should calm down a little?

Mila: I'm sorry to say, but they already had very powerful dark magic that the Dark Star enhanced.

Ruin: Ah...

Lunar: Oh that's just lovely-

Mila: I did mention there was a sliver of a chance to defeat them...there is also a limit that Teek has imposed on the endos.

Moon: What limit, they already passed that limit with what you told us!

Mila: They are not allowed to harm Monty, Millie, nor Terry.

Lunar: You mean the kid who's kinda similar to FC but not really in terms of their power since he's unaffected by the StitchWraith's core?

Moon: Lunar when did you find that out?

Lunar: I'll tell ya later, kind of a long story.

Mila: That is correct...I also have some footage here I'd like you to see, pay attention to their eye color.

Moon: I guess I have to trust it....

[Sun, Moon, Ruin, and Lunar gather around the security desk computers, Mila's footage being shown of Teek's eyes changing from that deep red color back to their real eye color, ruby pink, when they spoke about their younger siblings.]

Sun: ...So...Dazzle was right, it's them being infected by a bunch of viruses, bugs, and glitches that's making them like that!

Mila: Dazzle listed as [Best Friend] in data.

Ruin: That's sweet...in a kind of...um, sad way?

Lunar: Yeah no that is kind of sad....feel bad for Dazzle now.

Moon: Yeah but you know what this means right? I could probably get them fixed down in parts and services if we defeat them.

Sun: You're not going to reset their memories to fix them, are you?

Moon: That's the last thing I'm gonna do, I plan on flushing all the viruses out, getting rid of those bugs and glitches in the process. That's if we even get into that small percentage of defeating them.

Ruin: Well you defeated my infected self despite the small percentage as well, so I bet you can.

Lunar: But you know what this means, right? We have to go kill off their army then bring the fight to them...kinda reminds me of one of the Mario and Luigi RPGs with Dark Bowser and stuff.

Sun: Oh my god it is exactly like that this is gonna be a long journey oh boy....

Moon: Let's go recruit Monty and Terry first, we're gonna need those two.

Ruin: Oh are we going to be using them as shields?

Moon: Pretty much...also as our secret weapons.

Ruin: Cool!

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To be continued.....

[stalwart-spirit]

5 Songs I'm Into Right Now

Tagged by @neriyon! <3

Most of these are going to be songs I link to a lot of my characters, since I write and develop them like... All the time--

1. Who Are You Really - Mikky Ekko

See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you?

Currently on loop today in preparation for D&D session later! It's one of my character's songs, so it's always super good to listen to in order to get into the right roleplaying mindset before a session! Definately encapsulates his current story; someone lost and wandering, questioning who he is and what he wants but still willing to keep going and find his place in the world

2. RUNAWAY - half·alive

I find that everything I am is Everything I should be I don't need to run away

This is my main character song for Saeed, primarily his original D&D self! It literally sums up his ENTIRE character arc from beginning to end of my groups first campaign, and one day I'm hoping to potentially make an animatic to this song.

3. The Pimp and the Priest - The Dear Hunter

Confess, oh, confess In the chapel, or brothel, where we suffocate stress

Soleil! He's uh a character filled with a lot of religious themes whilst mixed with some uh... Debauchery, for a PG term for the things he indulges in, so this song is a perfect encaptulation of all that he is!

4. Your Blood - AURORA

Your blood, what matter is it made of? Do you feel it travel in and out your heart?

Another Ulrich song! What can I say, I like rotating my idiot bloodhunter in my brain when on the runup to a session. Another one that encapsulated his current character development whilst in early campaign!

5. Brutus - Buttress

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy

No character associated with this one, I just adore the raw female rage being portrayed through the betrayal of Caeser in this song. Such a smart choice! Most people have probably heard the instrumental via TikTok ahahaha.

Tagging: @gatheredfates @mimble-sparklepudding @starres-stuff and @adrayellinaeth! Apologies if you've been tagged already or have done this, and if anyone on my desh sees this then feel free to grab it!