#[We were talking about how Ren works in this au]

[lizzie2dyefor]

Lizzie has been many things before being The Lady of Chromia. That's not exactly a secret, she’s willing to tell tales of adventures long past to whoever asks. Grandiose, thrilling stories with only a little bit of embellishment.

People know why her eyes look like that. They know what that scar along her bicep is from. They know she has some connection to the Sheriff.

This is all to say, there are some stories she keeps to herself.

It's not like she’s the only emperor with secrets!

Everyone has things they’re not ready or otherwise unwilling to face. To present to the world. Hell, her closest allies are two of the most secretive people she's ever met.

Lizzie looks over to the dog laid in front of the hearth, tail sweeping lazily across the floor.

Secrets.

Yah, she has a few.

“Ren?”

Ren, head of security and fully a dog, doesn’t look up at her. His ear twitches, swiveling towards the sound of her voice.

“You can feel it right?”

He woofs under his breath.

“Yah. I know.” A sigh, “We can't just not see what she wants.”

Ren sits up and shakes. Stretching slowly before padding over to her. Lizzie throws her coat over her night clothes.

The bone deep hook connecting the two of them to Her pulls just a little tighter. Her form of a beckoning call.

Together, they make their way past the city limits and into the woods. Ancient trees tower over them like wooden sentinels. Given what, or rather who, they’re visiting, that comparison isn't too far off.

As has become their normal, Lizzie keeps up a steady flow of conversation as they weave through the forest.

“Remember that bard traveling around? She's got these giant dogs. Last I heard Sausage was watching them, maybe we should set up a playdate?”

Ren barks in protest.

“Oh don't be so jealous, you’re always.” Lizzie laughs, “You’ll always be top dog.”

If he could, she’s certain he would laugh.

Instead, they cross the unseen barrier between Here and enter There. She watches the luminescent shackle appear around Ren’s neck. Feels as her own mark begins to warm painfully against her collarbone.

“Always hate that part.” She comments idley, Ren barks his agreement.

Back in Chromia, winter is in full swing, but Here is not There. Around them the forest sings with life, almost painfully green.

The creatures Here give them a wide berth, going out of their way to avoid the path they follow. Lizzie and Ren are undoubtedly Her’s.

“Ah! You’ve finally arrived! Wonderful, wonderful! Take a seat will you?”

Speak of the devil.

Sitting in a perfectly round clearing, is a woman wearing long flowing robes. Today She wears Lizzies face like an uncanny reflection. (She prefers Lizzies face, usually) Her shimmering wings buzz and flitter just outside of what Lizzie can see. She smiles with far too many teeth.

Lizzie and Ren bow, taking their seats across from Her.

“Shadow Lady, to what do we owe the honor?”

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⌗ GOOD LOOKING. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Tartaglia + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: modern au,fluff, hurt to comfort, protected sex + use of lube, praising, body worship, drunk sex, teeth-rotting fluff, Dad!Tartaglia is the dad of the year.

꒰ † ੭ — Part 2 of 7 weeks and 3 days, this is also a lyric fic! mixed up the ideas I had, some crdts to @xschizoe and anon. Hope this feeds you all!! (unfortunately scara didn't get hit by a car)

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.

How did you both get together? Long story, not that you'd complain. He's an absolute sweetheart, Tartaglia, Scaramouche's best friend. Frequent dates, showering you with gifts, spoiling the shit out of your kid. No wonder your kid doesn't listen to you anymore, just listens to your new boyfriend. You swore that you'd never let the walls in your heart down, but it did, for him.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more, You adored me before. Oh, my good looking boy.

Tartaglia would always give you looks when you were with scaramouche, that screamed out ‘he's not good for you, leave him.’ You never really paid any attention to them even if it was true, scaramouche was hurting you. So one night while you were working your part time job at a club, due to desperate measures– you saw him.

You both talked for hours, catching up on eachother, you broke down while talking about scaramouche but he comforted you, apparently tartaglia got a very good job. To celebrate, he ordered some expensive wine even though you refused, he assured you that he wouldn't mind.

Play casino holes of my eyeballs, Roll the dice on my thighs.

The night was a blur, all you remember drinking too much and crying, your head hurting like hell, Childe saying something. Now, you're here, in his bed. In his fucking bed. No clothes on. Tartaglia cuddling you to sleep while burying his head in your hair. Well, after you both were sober enough, he apologised, he didn't mean to sleep with you without proper consent but he just did due to the moment.

Back to the present, Childe coming into your life was the best thing that's happened in your life. You don't really mind that your child looks a bit like his father, Scaramouche nor does Childe. He'd sometimes bring his siblings to play with your child, they enjoyed every moment of it.

You stopped for breath and I sped up, Just to impress you.

You couldn't help but laugh as your husband played with your child, he currently had makeup on his face, his short hair tied into a ponytail, stylist in the making, you think.

“You look fabulous, sweetheart, you should go walk on the runway!”

“Gosh, Y/N, don't tease me like that–” Laughing together as your kid laughed too, in his arms.

Some whining before he finally put the little demon to sleep. Coming out of the room as he hugs you, prepping light kisses to your face. Leading you to your shared bedroom, “The kid is asleep, we finally have some alone time.” He whispers as he leaves trails of kisses down your chest, worshipping you like his goddess.

“Until the little demon gets hungry and calls the peasants for food!” You reply back, giggling.

“Oh cmon, Y/N, I might die of laughing too much, you'd be at fault. Also did I say Scaramouche was at the bar we hooked up in? You should've seen the look on his face!”

“What..?”

“Anyway, in the mood for a quick sex, darlin’? Wouldn't mind another little demon running around in the house.” He says while he places another kiss to your stomach with that stupid smile he charmed you with.

Oh, my good looking boy.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello ✨ I was wondering 👉👈 if you’re still doing the celebration fics 🫣 may I please request Crosshair with “In a week” by hozier

Thank you 💕💕💕

Hello Anon!

Thank you for this amazing request: In a week by Hozier

It was ... wow. This one was a rough one. It lead to only one way. Angsty.

I hope you like my interpretation of it.

Love oo

In A Week

Warnings: Angst, fluff (if you squint), kiss, freezing, cold, different AU to the Mayday episode, implied demise. I think that's if. If I miss anything please let me know.

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It started with arguing, that’s how it always started between the two of you. 

After a few months of intense distrust and annoyance, it shifted into respect for each other’s work. 

Still arguing, but with respect coated throughout.

Then you were assigned together on a mission, and it didn’t necessarily hurt your working relationship, but it didn’t necessarily help either. There was less arguing, but that was about it. 

When the Empire took over, things became more intense on Kamino and in the galaxy at large, but things between the two of you seemed to smooth out weirdly enough. However, you were being permanently assigned to Crosshair’s team now. Which was weird to an extent, but oddly comforting to another. 

That’s always been your relationship with Crosshair, on the one hand things were always tense and a moment away from exploding, on the other, you both highly respected each other and were ready to jump to each other’s defence if anyone even dared to disrespect either of you. 

So the fact, you were curled into Crosshair’s side as the snow came pelting down on the two of you, was somewhat ironic, as you shivered in each other’s arms. 

“M-maybe w-w-we s-should’ve l-let M-mayday search I-instead.”

Crosshair huffed, “A reg? Please.”

“H-he’s n-not t-that b-bad.”

“Hmph, of course y-you’d say t-that.”

“Y-you’re n-not t-that b-b-bad, e-e-either.”

Crosshair looked at you, “Really?”

You nodded as your eyes drifted close.

He shook you away, “Hey, c-come o-on. You n-n-need to s-stay awake.”

“I-it’s c-cold. I-i-i j-just n-n-need a n-nap.”

He squeezed you tighter in his arms, “Quitter”

“W-what?”

“You. Are. A. Quitter.”

“Am not!”

“Are too. You’d rather take the easy way out t-t-t-t-then try and find a way o-out t-together.”

“T-that’s n-not true.”

“No? W-what about u-us?”

You froze and looked at him as he shook in the cold, his armour doing little to keep him warm, “W-w-what a-are y-you t-talking about?”

He looked into your eyes, his shaking hand trailing along your jaw, “Y-you k-know.”

“N-no. I-i-i n-need to h-hear I-it.”

“I l-l-ove y-you”

You curled into him, as you gently kissed him with shaky lips, but his lips were just as cold as yours, “S-sh-should’ve d-d-done t-this s-s-sooner.”

“W-w-we can try n-next t-time.”

“M-m-mayday w-w-will  f-find u-us.”

Crosshair held you close, agreeing that you’d be found. It may be a week later, but you’d be found eventually. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he held you close, keeping you as warm as possible for as long as possible. 

The temperature was dropping too quickly. The best Crosshair could hope for, was that neither of you felt it when it happened. He watched as your eyes closed, his followed shortly after.

“I …” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I l-l-l-ove y-you, t-too.”

“Shhh, s-s-sleep. T-t-t-they’ll b-b-be h-h-here s-s-soon.”

You held him close, as you let a tear slide down your cheek, you knew he was lying, but it didn’t matter. Because at this moment, in the moment that actually mattered, you were in his arms and that was the best place to be.

Crosshair closed his eyes, he had you in his arms, and for all the pain and suffering he went through, at least in these final moments. You were there with him. 

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[infoglitch]

Enough.

... I hate that I'm pissed because I have a fuckin au idea and this time unlike all the ones I haven't posted yet, this one is... Arkos... SHIT.

Ok my own gripe with arkos and pyrrha aside I should probably explain my idea. So basically me being me aka a fuckin thief I decided to say, "let's give jaune a yuta deal from jjk." Because... I'm sorry I've been in jjk brain rot for the last month.. that and writing branded dogma but we aren't discussing that.

So basically after pyrrha dies to cinder it's not ruby who sees Pyrrha's death but it's actually jaune, and jaune unknowingly unlocked his semblance due to this and, well I have a little theory about semblances or at least I would like them to be handled, semblances manifest when a person has reached the peak of a desire, that semblance thus grants that desire. So basically once Pyrrha's dead jaune's semblance is released and it's a little different, I dub his new semblance, "spectral", basically how it works is he can imbue his aura into a anything and forces it to live, or if someone dies he could force their souls into his service. Anyway that's the idea now for some skits.

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Jaune found himself walking with Nora, Ren, and ruby as he watched Ruby looking over the map as she seemed frustrated. Jaune sped up and was next to her as they kept walking.

Jaune: h-hey ruby you alright?

Ruby mumbled something before looking at jaune as she jumped back slightly.

Ruby: dear oum! O-oh jaune! I didn't notice you were beside me, w-what were you saying again?

Jaune: o-oh I was just checking in on you is all.

Ruby: oh well I'm doing great, just annoyed with this stinking map.

Jaune nodded as he hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder and said something but ruby didn't hear as her face went pale with a shiver running down her spine with everything around her just vanishing.

Ruby looked around unnerved before seeing a suit of Spartan armor as a green flame burned from inside of it.

Ruby stepped back as she felt her breathing quicken as the suit of armor stared at her, it didn't have a face but Ruby could feel its stare.

???: jaune... Leave... Jaune... ALONE!

The suit of armor dashed towards summoning a spear as Ruby screamed-

Jaune: RUBY!

Ruby snapped out of it as jaune, Ren and Nora all stare at her in concern. With jaune holding her shoulders as he seemed the most concerned.

Jaune: ruby are you alright, you just f-froze and-

SMACK

Everyone stood in shock as a hand print had found itself across jaunes cheek as Ruby stared at him with her right hand raised to the other side of her head, her eyes wide with fear as she trembled in terror.

Ruby: d-dont.. don't touch me.

Jaune: ruby...

Jaune looked at her his eyes filled with confusion. Ruby stepped away from him as Ren looked at Ruby's demeanor closely.

Ruby: just.. d-dont touch me.. ok?

Jaune looked at her still confused but soon nodded.

Ruby and jaune didn't talk to each the rest of the day.

/////

Everyone had found themselves staring down cinders team as everyone had their weapons at the ready but lowered as cinder glanced at each of them with a smug expression before her attention was focused on the strange blonde fool, she didn't know why but the air around him... It felt... Cursed.

Jaune: you... How dare you act like this...

Cinder raised an eyebrow at the fool as her seemed to shake slightly.

Jaune: walking in here.. acting like this.. wearing all the atrocities you've done... LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR!

Everyone in the area could feel the air get.. cold. Extremely cold, as if the bashful fall had let in the apathetic winter.... No, the hateful freezing cold.

Cinder could feel it.. all of this presence.. where was it coming from?

Jaune: I'm going to make you pay... For everything you've done.

Jaune suddenly bolted towards her his sword at the ready.

Jaune: YOU. PIECE. OF. SHIT!

/////

That's all I got.. so far. If y'all got any questions just fire away in my asks and if you got an idea for the au just tell me.

I am desperately craving someone to hit up my asks so.. yeah.

Without anything else.

Rock on till ya drop. Tata mothafuckers 🤘

Cheers 🍻

[minecraftbookshelf]

Adventures in Grian-Napping

Yakety Sax plays overhead.

Limited Life Session 3 Urban Fantasy AU not-quite-crack but definitely not serious either

Thanks to @crabbbage and @possiblyawesometmblr for the inspiration!

1.9k words

On AO3

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"Grian's in a coma!"

Scott almost dropped his coffee when Martyn came flying through the front door, grinning like a madman.

"You know when Pearl moved out," he started, carefully re-balancing his armload of coffee and paperwork. "She left her key. Because she doesn't live here anymore. Because she has somewhere else to live. Just something to consider."

Martyn just looked at him like he was stupid. "Pearl doesn't use the front door, she comes in the window. You complain about it every time." He reached for the coffee pot on the bar and Scott batted his hands away.

"It's rude." He said defensively, taking a sip of his coffee to avoid having to answer any further. Martyn didn't say anything, just watched.

"You also have somewhere else to live. Somewhere you lived before, even."

Martyn tried for the coffee pot again.

Scott dropped his bag to grab it first. "Oh my GOD! Would you stop that‽ I made it, you should know better."

Martyn slunk back a step with an overly dramatic sulk. "You let Cleo eat your food."

"Cleo is undead and therefore immune to faerie food." Scott dumped the contents of the pot down the sink. "You, however, are not. You'd think twice would be enough."

"What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment." Martyn hopped back towards him. "Anyway, that's not what I'm here for. Grian is in a coma."

Scott left the coffee pot in the sink and gathered back up his work things before making another try for the front door. "That's so sad, I'll send a card to the hospital."

"Oh no no no," Martyn shook his head. "Not that kind of coma, he's not in the hospital. He's on Joel and Timmy's sofa." He clearly thought this meant something, looking at Scott expectantly.

Scott just rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. "When will my husband return from the war and take you back off my hands?" He paused. "And by husband I mean Ren and by war I mean his communing with the moon and the wilderness werewolf thing."

"It's a two month retreat," Martyn said immediately. "He'll be gone for three more weeks."

A deep sigh and he looked back down. "Alright, I'll bite. What is going on with Grian and why do we care?"

"Wow, that's cold. Grian is in a coma because, according to Timmy," and Martyn made the most dramatic air quotes Scott had seen in awhile. "Grian said 'Oops, just a second, the gods are trying to take me back.' And then flopped over into his breakfast."

Scott mentally filed that away in his What the Actual Fuck is Up With Grian folder. "Okay, so again, why do we care?"

"We should steal him."

Scott should have kept the rest of the coffee, risk to Martyn be damned.

"We need to hurry though, Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs are already trying for it."

Of course they are.

-

It took them nearly half an hour to get to Joel and Jimmy's place because Martyn couldn't fly and Scott refused to carry him. No matter how many times he almost got run over jaywalking. Pearl was perched in the window by the door when they got there, her wings twitching behind her occasionally to balance. Scott stopped at the threshold and exchanged a look with her that only felt a little bit awkward. (They were doing better, even if they weren't quite back to the level of friendship they'd had before the soulmates debacle.)

"What's happened so far?"

Pearl grinned. "Scar has been baby-talking him, Cleo is hovering ominously, and-"

"STOP TRYING TO TAKE OUR GRIAN!"

"-And Joel is working himself towards an aneurysm."

Scott peeked through the door that Martyn so thoughtfully left open. He couldn't quite see into the living room from there but he could see Bdubs standing in the hallway and Jimmy fluttering back and forth, wings fluffed up indignantly while he argued with someone out of sight.

Oh, he might just be distracted enough that...

"Hey, Jimmy? May I come in?"

Pearl stifled a giggle next to him, her antenna bobbing in front of her face.

"Huh, yeah? Wait, no-"

Too late.

Scott strolled across the threshold, hands shoved in his pockets and smirk firmly pasted on. Jimmy threw his hands up in the air and stomped away, further into the sitting room.

"He never learns."

"He let me and Scar in too," Bdubs confirmed as he walked up beside him, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Though I don't think he'd realized that was a bad idea yet."

Scott just hummed in amusement. Invitations at this house were good one-time only, courtesy of Lizzie and the copious amounts of wards she'd thrown at the house first when Joel and then later Jimmy moved in. And if he focused hard enough, Joel would be able to throw them out, invited or no. They'd just have to make sure he was too distracted then. 

Though Cleo and Scar and Martyn seemed to have that well in hand, circling like vampires at a seedy nightclub. Joel was standing in front of the sofa, his hands on his hips, staring Cleo down, which looked pretty comical from the height difference alone. Scar and Martyn were flanking, trying their best to get at Grian (wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the sofa, staring blankly into space) while Joel body-blocked them without breaking eye contact with Cleo, who looked more amused than anything else. Jimmy was hovering anxiously in the back.

"Awwwww, who's a widdle Gwian," Scar was cooing, practically radiating mildly malicious delight. "Lookit the widdle Gwian!" 

"Stop that!" Joel blindly flailed a hand in Scar's direction and managed to smack him across the face, more out of luck than intention. Scar wheeled backwards a bit but wasn't deterred for long, rolling right back up to the sofa, turning his chair so that it was partially shielding him.

"Does the widdle Gwian want to go for walkies?"

"NO!" That actually got Joel to look away from Cleo, clear alarm on his face. "NO HE DOES NOT!"

"Are you so sure," Martyn inched closer. "It's got to be a bit dull, just staring at the wall like that. What kind of friends would we be if we left him to suffer boredom while he does..." he waved a hand vaguely in the air. "whatever he's doing."

Jimmy's wings fluffed up further. Pearl appeared in the living room window with a bag of popcorn as if she'd always been there. 

"You're not stealing our Grian!" Joel insisted. It was a good thing there were privacy wards. Who knows what the neighbors would have done by now otherwise.

"Do you think if we threw him across your lap you'd be able to carry him out?" Cleo asked Scar directly, leaning in a bit closer to Joel in a way that would have intimidated probably anybody else, but Joel's sense of danger was skewed and he didn't even flinch.

Scar looked genuinely thoughtful, tapping one finger on his knee as he considered. "Maybe. We'd have to tuck the blanket in tightly to make sure it didn't get caught in my wheels and kept his wings folded up."

Joel looked about ready to explode and was sputtering incoherently. Jimmy was squawking like an offended chicken. Pearl absolutely had the right idea with the popcorn.  

"You could at least turn the television on for him," Scott decided to throw his two cents in. "He's already in here."

Everyone quieted for a moment and considered that.

"Mario Kart?" Pearl suggested through a mouthful of popcorn. Jimmy perked up at the suggestion and Martyn looked like it had genuinely distracted him.

"We should do that!"

-

Two hours later everyone was firmly focused on the television, controllers being passed around and insults even more so. Cleo and Martyn and Scar and Pearl were fighting their way through Bowser's Castle and Scott leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes and took a soft, deep breath.

Jimmy was easy, Scott's magic familiar and nonthreatening to him. He slumped over almost immediately, sound asleep.

Joel was harder. He had an innate resistance to magic in general that was very annoying, and an extra buffer from Lizzie's claim, but he was fairly relaxed and unsuspecting and he wasn't that far behind Jimmy.  Scott stifled a yawn and sat back up. Sleep charms always made him sleepy too. 

None of the others except BDubs had even noticed, too focused on the game.

"If you still want to steal Grian," Scott said, right as Martyn crossed the finish line with a cheer and shouts of disgust from the others. "Now would be the time."

Bdubs hopped to his feet. "Right, c'mon, Mom!"

Cleo looked somehow both exhausted and entertained at the same time. "Don't call me mom." Regardless, they got to their feet and gave the room a quick look-around. "Right."

Without further ado, she strode over to the sofa, threw Grian, blanket burrito and all over her shoulder and looked back at the rest of them. "Are you coming or what?"

There was a mad scramble, full of giggling and loud shushing and one close call (Jimmy rolled over in his sleep and almost hit Scar with his wing) before they were all out in the hallway looking at each other.

"Where to?" Martyn poked the Grian burrito. No reaction.

Pearl looked up from her phone. "I texted BigB, he'll meet us at the corner with the car."

"We should take him to Dad," Bdubs said emphatically. 

Cleo sighed. "Fine, we'll go see Etho."

Scar and Bdubs cheered. Martyn hushed them and they cheered again, quieter this time.

"We should hurry, the sleep charm won't last much longer," Scott jumped a bit when Pearl linked her arm with his.

They were out the front door and on the sidewalk, BigB's sedan pulling into view before the jig was up.

"WHERE IS GRIAN!"

Scott exchanged glances with Pearl and Martyn and as one the three of them bolted for the corner, giggling all the way, the others hot on their tail.

The trunk popped as they got close and Cleo yanked it open and tossed Grian inside without hesitation. Scar swung himself out of his chair and leaned up against Scott, who had to scramble a bit to catch him, scooting his chair at Cleo. They folded it up in record speed and shoved it in the trunk as well, right on top of Grian, before slamming the doorclosed and immediately pulling Bdubs out of the passenger seat so they could sit there themself.

Scott somehow ended up squished in one corner of the back, with Scar in the middle, Pearl on the other side with her knees pulled up, Martyn in his lap, and Bdubs squished down in the footwell in front of Pearl. Just in time too, as Joel came dashing down the sidewalk, Jimmy on his heels and fury on his face.

"GO! GO! GO!" At least three people screamed and BigB screamed wordlessly back as he peeled away from the curb. Scott managed to twist enough in his seat he could look out the back window. Joel was red in the face and looked genuinely distressed enough that he almost felt bad. Behind Joel, Jimmy took to the air.

"Jimmy's following," he informed the car at large. "He'll watch us from the air but he won't be too hard to lose."

Martyn leaned back, his elbow making forceful contact with Scott's diaphragm as he tried to look out the window. "He forgot to glamour before he took off, didn't he."

Scott wheezed, Pearl laughed, and Scar cackled like the madman he was.

"Etho is going to hate this," Bdubs announced from the floor. 

"Only one way to find out," Cleo said cheerfully and turned on the radio. "To Etho's house!"

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Hollow Shell of a Man

"Oh if only there were words to describe how disappointed I am in you"

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- or to replace swearing (frag=fuck, scrap=shit/crap)

- or just talking about Primus in the place of Jesus/God or whatever

I oftentimes struggle with tone in text so tonetags are immensely helpful :D

I meow a lot, I sometimes refer to "cat brain" when my brain stops working like a human's brain should and I forget things

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=just some general rules i have=

Don't DM/PM me out of the blue. (duhh)

Don't send hatemail or things you know/think might trigger me.

Don't do the above to any of my moots/friends/partners either, if you do this you will be blocked as soon as I find out what you've done.

Stay in your lane, don't interfere with conversations / rb threads that's just common sense.

If I didn't reference you directly then I am very most likely not talking about you.

I only roleplay with people I'm closest to. (usually my partners)

Be kind obviously

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[sixteenth-days]

hallo,

dunno if this has already been asked but what's the hierarchy between gems? I can infer some (diamond > pearls > emeralds) but I haven't watched Steven universe so I haven't really got a clue.

love the au btw :D been reading it !!

sure! i'll just talk about the gems we've seen/mentioned in the fic so far, roughly arranged from highest to lowest. a lot of this is only inferred in su canon, so some of this is my own thoughts and interpretations of what we've seen applied to the fic.

highest:

diamonds (lizzie)- diamonds are the ultimate commanders of the empire. there are four of them and all gems ultimately are under a specific diamond.

emerald (ren)- emeralds are high-ranking military gems who command their own ships or fleets and are considered members of the homeworld aristocracy.

sapphire (scott)- sapphires are also members of the aristocracy. they are very highly prized for their future vision ability, and also have some ice-based abilities.

upper-mid-level:

aquamarine (grian)- sort of a specialized chaos agent, but highly ranked and trusted regardless- the one we see in canon is personally dispatched for a diamond for a retrieval mission.

lapis lazuli (jimmy)- lapises are not considered part of the aristocracy, but they are still considered to be very valuable and powerful due to their hydrokinetic abilities and their importance to colonization projects.

topaz (skizz)- topazes are very powerful combat gems, and like aquamarines are high up in their respective diamonds' courts.

mid-level:

quartzes (etho, cleo, tango)- quartzes are soldiers. they're individually quite strong but do not rank particularly high in the hierarchy. jaspers, amethysts, and other quartzes all fall under this- different types will have different abilities. they're supposed to be quite physically imposing but it doesn't always work out that way.

snowflake obsidian (big b)- obsidian is also a type of soldier gem. they also have frost powers, like sapphires.

spinel (scar)- scar is a bit of a weird one. spinels are entertainers to higher-ranking gems rather than being intended for martial use- he's a personal favorite of pink diamond, but himself does not rank very highly.

nephrite (bdubs)- nephrites are pilots in addition to being soldiers, and probably fit into the larger mid-level grouping of technician gems.

bismuth (impulse)- bismuths are blacksmith/construction gems. you can see how none of them gems sent on the initial mission to earth were considered particularly 'valuable'

lowest:

ruby (martyn)- rubies are disposable foot soldiers. there are a lot of them, and they are usually sent in groups so they can fuse together and become one very large ruby- they also have fire-based abilities.

pearl (joel, pearl)- pearls are effectively personal servants/assistants for higher ranking gems. the reason ren isn't happy joel is on his ship isn't that joel outranks him (he doesn't) but because joel has a direct line to report to his diamond.

uhhh, let me know if i forgot anyone! the last thing of note is that within their type, gems will also be judged on the color, cut, and size of their gem, which impacts their physical form- gems that are not considered to be a good cut or off-colored will be considered lesser, and a gem that develops poorly can come out smaller or underpowered.

[vinetae]

Y/n as a young babysitter of jimin's son where jimin is recently divorced. Y/n is a tease yet acts oblivious and jimin is obsessed with tiddies just like the child but for different reasons. Just porn with a little bit of plot.

Okay soooo this went in a WHOLE different direction buuuuut still has some really breast obsessed and smutty scenes!!!! My darn brain went- BUt wait. what if!-

IT HAD-

A PLOT???!!

I hope you enjoy it <;33

P.S: The app thing isn't accurate but hey we ain't here for the plot, ight?

Those two sentences (Red and yellow) at the top are the two sides of my brain talking to each other.

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Pairings: Single Dad!Jimin x Babysitter!Reader

Genre: Single dad!AU, Babysitter!AU, Angst, Smut, !!Age gap!!

Word Count: ??

Summary: Uhhh you already knowwww

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"Are you sure this is the right place, Yoon-mi? You glance up towards the apartment numbers nailed to the door.

'225'

You had been needing some extra cash every since you'd been laid off by your boss because you refused to sleep with him. Mr. Choi had always been a sleezy perv, it just took one last final time for you to walk away from it all. Only then, had you realized that number one; You had no more income for money.

Number 2; Rent was due.

Your friend Youn-mi had told you about this amazing babysitting service for you adults trying to earn some big cash. At first you'd been a little heistant. You'd always been around kids your whole life, so although you were amazing with them and they loved you, you had hoped to get away from them in your adult years. 

Only that had not been the case. 

It only took a few clicks of a button to set up your profile. Then, you'd been getting gigs left and right. Mom of 4 wanting a babysitter so she could go on vacation? Pass. Four is too much. Grandpa and grandma wanting a night out? Sure. Shit, someone already signed it. You'd scrolled for hours trying to find the right job to set up and sign. Just as you were about to uninstall the app seeming as it was a waste of time, a notification popped up on the screen. You slide down to check out the details. 

Name: Park Jimin.

Child(ren): Park Ji-woo.

Date for day: December 13th.

You shrug, clicking on the messaging icon before another notification popped up. 

Message from: PJMin

Details

You click on the message.

From: PJMin

Hello, I've reccently seen your profile and I'm very impressed! Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions, though?

You smile just a bit at the situation. 

How ironic. 

To: PJMin

Hi, thank you for your consideration! Ask away. 

A few minutes later, your phone goes off. 

From: PJMin

No problem. Actually, you logged on just in time. I've been needing a sitter for this weekend, and I loved your profile. So it says that you're 22, right? 

You don't see how your age is that big of a deal, but you decide to just go along with it. Deciding to change the coversation a bit so it doesn't sound like a dating app instead. 

To: PJMin

Yes. My mother ran a daycare just a few blocks from my house, so it's probably safe to say that I grew up there. She shut down when I turned 17 and now I'm here. 

From: PJMin

Trying to live out your glory days, right? Haha

You chuckle at his response. Eh, not really.. But rent was more important than being right for now..

To: PJMin

Haha, I guess you could say that. So how old are your kids?

From: PJMin

Kid. I have a 5 year old son. Something came up at work this weekend and I'm in desperate need of a sitter. When I saw your profile, I knew you'd be a perfect match. So, the big question; 

You pause, tilting your head as you await his response. A few seconds go by until he continues.

From: PJMin

How well do you like Thomas The Train?

One thing led to another and now you're standing outside his apartment door. Yoon-mi being on the other side of the phone. 

"Of course it's the right one, girl! And I know you'll do great with this. You were practically made for kids!" You roll your eyes at her exatreation. The one thing you didn't want to associate yourself with anymore is now the center of your income.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She waves goodbye before your press the red button, closing the app as you ring the doorbell.

A few minutes go by until you can hear something on the other side. Soon, the door opens to reveal a tall figure. The white collar of his button-down shirt sticks straight up as a loose blue tie fits snug around the base of his neck. He's trying to invite you in while in the midst of looping his tie in place. 

"Ah! You must be Y/n. Sorry about the wait." You flash your best employee of the month smile while making your way inside of the doorframe. Your eyes scan the lavish room. Cream colored walls stand tall adorning the white marble-tiled flooring. The contrasting dark sofa and lounge chair tucked in the corner had looked like it cost more than your whole apartment. The woven light fixtures dangle from the sunken LED-striped ceiling. The tone set to a tan-ish hue. Your eyes reach back to the man as a young child wraps his whole body around the man's leg. 

"Ah, Ji-woo. I told you not to do that in front of people-" The man reaches down slinging the child up into his arms as the young boy's set into a fit of giggles. The smile mirroring his father's. How adorable. They looked like the perfect pair. 

"I'm sorry- He's not usually this clingy." He holds out his free hand to offer a shake. You nod, reaching to meet his. You study the child's and his features as he shifts the boy in his arms. "You're Mr. Park, I assume?" You ask, hoping that this is the right apartment still. He flashes you a kind smile.

"Yes, but you can just call me Jimin." You nod, watching as his chocolate eyes light up at the sight of his smiling child. He swings the child around before dipping him down, mimicking a dropping gesture, sending them both into a fit of giggles. His eyes land back to yours.

"Thank You for doing this on such a short notice. I know some sitters on that app have to have at least a week in advance." You smile. "No problem. I really had nothing to do anyways. My boss kinda laid me off this week.." 

Shit, why are you sharing such personal information already?!?! Stupid! You barely know him!! He probably thinks you're some stupid sappy story now- will he fire me?

His expression switches to a concered look. "I'm sorry.. But hey, if you do well I might hire you for full-time." He smiles before handing Ji-woo to you. He immidiently clings to you, before burying his face into the crease of your breasts. Mr. Park's quick to react, scolding his child.

"Hey! Ji-woo- What'd I tell you about doing that to girls??" He reaches forward to stop his child's naughty antics. You chuckle at his cute expression. 

Ji-woo's..

Not Mr. Park's. 

Ji-woo sits up clinging onto you ever more as to not be picked up by his father again. "No!" He wraps his chubby arms tightly around your neck before sticking his tongue out at his father.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry.." Jimin reaches behind him, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. He's always been obsessed with.. uh.." You look down the back up to see Jimin's face tint with a light pink hue.

"Breasts?" You finish his sentence. He chuckles, a nervous tone clear in his chest. "Like father like son I guess.." You hear him mumble the last part, which makes it your turn to turn cherry red. After a few minutes of Jimin explaining all of Ji-woo's favorite things and allergies, it had been time for him to leave.

You both are standing by the door. You with Ji-woo wrapped around your small figure as Jimin's sliding his jacket over his shoulders. He grabs the keys before giving Ji-woo a peck on his cheek.

"You're welcome to anything in the fridge. His bedtime's 8:00 o'clock so I'd prefer if he didn't watch any cartoons at least an hour and a half before bed." You nod as gives Ji-woo one last look before he sighs.

"It's my first time leaving him alone like this.." You flash him an assuring smile.

"Don't worry sir, he's in great hands, I promise." A smirk tugs his lips at that sentence. His eyes no longer having any hint of sadness or worry. Instead, it's swirling with something else..

"Sir?" His steps close distance between the two of you. Ji-woo had gotten down long ago to go and play with his toys in the corner. Your hand had been on the door's edge as his tone is hushed and whispered.

"We'll have to work on that." 

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It was now time for Ji-woo's dinner. You'd decided to go with some easy gimbap rolls cut into little bite-sized pieces as to not be a choking hazard. The television had been streaming in the background, as you placed the last requirement of items down onto the dinning room table.

"Ji-woo, time for dinner!" You call out, scooting your chair until you're snug tucked into the table. A few minutes go by as Ji-woo walks into the dinning room. You flash him a teasing smile.

"Did you wash your hands, mister?" He smiles before nodding his head sharply.

"Yes!" You reach out to feel his cold hands bringing them up to take a whiff. Once you smelled the scent of vanilla and lavander, you help him into his booster seat. The apartment is quiet, as you both are enjoying a nice dinner together.

Only now could you see the resembelance between his father and him. The high bridge nose, the dark chocolate eyes, only Jimin's hair had been lightened a bit to match his irises. 

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Once it had been bedtime, Ji-woo helped you pick up his toys in the living room and his room before you'd decided that he had earned a bit of screen time before it was time to sleep. He walks into the living room, dragging a thomas the choo-choo train blanket behind him. He hops onto the couch before scooting over to lay his head in your lap.

"I like you, Y/n." You smile, caressing the crown of his jet-black hair. Brushing the cutely cut bangs out of his eyes, his eyelids start to flutter from sleepiness.

"You do? Well I have a secret to tell you~" You lean down to whisper in his ear, as he shoots up with widened eyes.

"What secret??" He bounces on your lap with anticipation. You giggle, trying to settle him down.

"Shhh, it's a REALLY big secret. Do you think you can keep it?" He nods profusely before clasping his hands together, beginning to beg.

"Pleeeeaaaseee! I keep it! Tell me tell me tell me!!" 

"Okay okay-" You lower your tone and head, whispering into his ear.

"I like you too." He smiles before tackling you, wrapping his whole upper body around your neck. The force would've made you stumble backwards if you hadn't been leaned against the couch. Once the energy is quiet again, Ji-woo replies while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"You're nicer than mommy.." Your eyebrows knit together in pain at his words. What had his mother done for him to say this?

He nuzzles his face into the crease of your chest before pulling his thumb into his mouth to suck on it. 

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Once you'd settled Ji-woo into his racecar bed, you'd quietly made your way out of the room and began cleaning. First the kitchen, then the living room. Well, there hadn't been really anything to clean. This guy kept his place almost spotless.. 

You're almost finished with the last few dishes you'd been hand washing, until the beep of the front-door unlocking sounds through the complex. Jimin grudgingly walks into, sighing as he kicks his shoes to the side before removing his jacket, along with loosening his tie. He begins unbuttoning the clasps of his white collar shirt before noticing your presence.

"Oh shi- sorry.." He walks back over, fixing himself so that he's decent once more. You stay silent, resuming washing the dishes. He takes in a deep breath, settling down onto the chair that faces you. The tick of the clock echoes through the room, as you finish up the dishes. You turn back around before placing a small steaming cauldron in front of him. He looks up to meet your eyes, as you flash him a warm smile.

"And you cook too?" You chuckle, before joining him on the parallel barstool next to his.

"Just a little. I thought you'd might wanna eat something after work.." He smiles, blowing on the hoot spoonful before taking a bite.

His eyes light up at the delicious flavor.

"This tastes amazing. Thank You" He takes another bite, quietly letting a few moans slip out on the way.

"It's been so long since I've had real cooking.." He sighs, tilting the cauldron to the side to sip every last drop.

"Usually-" He places the bowl back down as he leans over the counter, setting it down into the sink.

"Usually I just order take-out either here or at the office." You smile, tilting your head to the side, admiring his exausted look. Barely noticeable eyebags slip droop under his eyes, as his cheeks turn rosy red from the spice of the soup. His straight, thick eyebrows curve into a mysterious shape. His eyes-

Staring straight into yours. 

You stutter, looking anywhere but him now.

"I-.. Sorry." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a small smirk tugs his lips.

"Sorry for what?" He leans his face closer to yours, trying to get you to look at him again.

"Look at me, Y/n." Your eyes shift around the room. To the fridge that had been decorated with many arts and crafts from Ji-woo's early years. Over to the couch, onto the blank TV-

"Look. At me, Y/n." His finger lifts, tilting your chin until your eyes set dead on his. Your heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. You knew he'd been very handsome from the beginning but this sight right now- His shirt halfway unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak down the lines of his chest..

His tie falling loosely around the base of his neck.. His chocolate darkened irises burning into the center of yours.. His hair slicked back from sweat from a hard work day...

But you also noticed something else. 

On his left hand, a shiny silver band wrapped perfectly around his third finger. 

He knew where your mind had gone to. He wanted to make sure you knew what had happened. 

He sighs, leaning back to sit up. "I'm divorced." He reaches over the counter, grabbing a random beer from it's hiding corner. He cracks open the top, taking a sip from the tip.

"I'm sorry.." You can only respond with. He reaches over before sliding you a can yourself. You take the canister, not wanting to seem rude, but just toy with the cold can instead. He continues.

"Don't be. She was a horrible person from the start." He takes another sip before slamming the beer can down, sighing. He turns to look at you, shifting in his seat.

"She was never a good mother to Ji-woo anyways." He chuckles, a sad tone crossing his voice.

"You know she left Ji-woo here all by himself, just to go catch the new deals at Balenciaga? He was only six months old.." Your mouth drops open at his confession. He scoffs at your expression.

"Exactly. She was and still is a bitch. And that's not even the half of it.." Your eyebrows knit together in concern, as your hand unconsciously comes to rub at his left shoulder.

"I'm really sorry.." He sighs, leaning into your touch. Your fingers trail along the broadness of his shoulder before stopping at his bicep. The thick muscle protrudes through the thin material of his white button up that has the corner of your lips drooling.

His eyes, bare into yours as you watch a few tears slip from his ducts. The corner of his lip quivers at all that he'd been supressing for weeks on end. Ever since the divorce, he's never really had time to actually process the whole thing in the first place. He'd barely been able to cry himself to sleep at night becuase Ji-woo had wanted to sleep in his bed ever since the huge fight between him and Ji-soo. 

Your eyes wander over his towering frame. As your hand runs gently across his heated skin, each muscle in his body tense at your touch. With each passing second, his lips inch closer to the pad of yours.

His veiny hand comes to grace your cheek softly. His fiery touch torches each square inch of your skin. The burn taunts you. The plush of his bottom lip drags across your right cheek lightly, feeling the way his straight cut teeth bare a slight poke to your heated flesh. His free hand comes to rest on the round of your knee. The hot stream of breath brushes past your cheek, rolling onto the shell of your ear. 

"I.." You whine as the digits of his fingers dance up the plains of your thighs, resting on your cupped heat. Your breath hitches in pitch.

"B-Bad.." You whine, as he groans at the sound.

"Mmm, bad indeed." He smirks as butterfly-like kisses are pressed to the side of your cheek, trailing down your sharp jawline.

"N-No.. Mr. Park this-" He teases the hem of your jeans,  toying with the button that held the fabric together. His chest rumbles as a deep groan emits.

"Mmm, makes it sound like I'm your boss." He chuckles as his lips press deep kisses down the line of your throat.

"Ji-Ji-woo.." He grumbles at the name, hugging your body closer to his, as if you're sitting on his lap.

"Mmm, no baby. Jimin~"

You finally gather the strength to push him away, as your eyes flash towards Ji-woo standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Appa.." Jimin's neck whips to the side as he imidiently pulls away from you, walking over to pick up Ji-woo in his arms. His eyes switch from yours to his son's.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed." You watch as Jimin walks back into his son's room to tuck him in for goodnight. 

A few minutes later, Jimin returns. He takes a glance around the room, noticing your lack of presence. A frown creeps his face. 

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"And you did WHAT with him??" Youn-mi questions while slamming down her shot glass. You take in a breath, watching the bubbles in your coke slowly dissapear. "We didn't even do anything. It's just- well there was this thing.. and then he.." She drunkingly smiles, slurring her words around while taking back another swig. 

"Then you fucked, right?? oh PLEASE tell me you fucked!!" Your cheeks go red at her choice of words. You had reccived quite a few stares from bypassers from the level of her voice.

"No, we didn't." You swirl the end of your straw around your once chilled glass of soda. The bubbles dying down with their fizzling.

"We just- ugh, it's complicated!" She just laughs, leaning into your shoulder drunkenly.

"Girrrrl. Gimmie that phone!" She reaches into your bag, while you're laughing, trying to deflect her attacks.

"Ahah!" She smirks, easily typing in your passcode before swiping over the app she'd been more familiar with than you. She found his profile in seconds.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GIRL!! I would PAY to suck his dick!" You instantly snatch your phone, snapping at her with reddened cheeks.

"Yah! Remind me to change my passcode. I don't need you sniffing through my phone so easily anyways." Her mouth falls open as she oogles at her imagination.

"Y/nnn if you don't take that gig, I will!" You sigh, sliding your phone back into your purse before taking another sip of your now room-temp drink.

"I don't knowww. I feel like it's going to be weird if I go again.. He probably won't even ask-" 

"There!" She chimes, before flashing you something she'd sent. You squint, reading the text out loud. 

To: PJMin

Heyyy so I'm like UBER sorry about earlier and shit but if you're still DTF LMK 😉😉😉

"Youn-mi!!!" You yell at her, as she quickly dodges your attacks. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" She laughs trying to fight you off.

"Y/n if you hadn't fucked with him I would kill YOU!" You roll your eyes, trying to take the device from her hands. A you're still fighting tooth and nail trying grab your phone back from her grip so you can delete that god-forsaken text, your phone pings mid-fight. Your eyes both widen in sync as she shields you from looking at the screen, reading it out loud. 

"Y/n? This doesn't seem like you. Are you DRUNK??? AHHAHA OMG HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!" Your eyes roll the back of your head. 

You wished the world would swallow you whole. 

"Youn-mi stop it! I'll loose my job because of you!!" Another ping. 

This time, she turns the phone to you. You can't help but look down, as your eyes blow wide at the content.  You read back of what Youn-mi had sent prior. 

From: PJMin

Y/n, I'm serious. Do you have anybody that can take you home?

To: PJMin

You're more than welcome to 😉 

From: PJMin

I'm putting Ji-woo to bed. Where are you?

Youn-mi giggles like a 13 year old girl talking about her middle school crush. She balls her hands up while swaying back and forth, singing an off-tune song. "Y/n's gettin rich dick, Y/n is get-ting rich dickk" You hit her shoulder as she laughs. "Ow!" 

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You never should've gone out with Youn-mi tonight. You practically had to call Jimin to explain that it was just your friend teasing you, and that he didn't need to waste time or gas for her stupid antics. 

You were more than just embrassed to show your face today. Once he knew that you weren't drunk off your ass, he texted asking if you were free the next day. His mom had planned to watch Ji-woo while he went out to sign somethings, but she had forgotten about her last minute dentist appointment. And on such short notice, you were the only one he could think of that would feel safe with watching his son. 

Trust me, he was just as nervous. 

Flashes from a few nights ago keep filling his mind. He never should've crossed that line for numberous of reasons. Yet, 

He somehow still can't get you out of his mind. 

"And this one is what color, Ji Ji?" Jimin coos as he sits with his son cross in his lap, holding out some blocks in front of them both. He bounces Ji-woo on his leg gently, as he flashes his father a 1,000-watt smile.

"Blue!" Jimin grins, rubbing the crown of his head, kissing his chubby cheek.

"My smart little man." As Jimin picks up the next colored block, the doorbell rings.

"Ooo, looks like someone's here~"  He lifts Ji-woo up, carrying them both to the front door. His eyes land on your own. However his gaze is set on an entirely different category of you. 

I.e the black tights that hugged your legs like he wished would suffocate him. A huge puffed scarf coiled around your neck like how he would wrap his own hands around your neck, taking your breath away. literally. 

The white button-up blouse you'd decided to pair with your color pencil skirt left his mind racing to the most lewd and unspeakable things. Yet, he keeps his calm demeanor. That's the thing about working in corperate. 

Number one rule: Never let them know how you're really feeling. 

"Y/n!" Ji-woo yells as he tries to reach out to latch onto you. Jimin watches as your bright and beautiful smile matches his son's, as you too reach out to hold him in your arms. Jimin internally melts at the simple gesture.

"Ji-woo! How's it been hanging, man??" You twirl Ji-woo around the little platform made for outdoor shoes, as Jimin just stands back watching the cute interaction.

"I missed you, bud! We're gonna have soooo much fun, isn't that right?" Ji-woo giggles at your tone as he rests his head on your chest. Once the fun's calmed down, Jimin watches as you finally take notice of him.

"Uhm.. Hi."

He flashes you a professional smile, which is actually breaking his heart to only do. If it was up to him, he'd have you against the navy blue and charcoal walls of his apartment already. 

"You're a bit early." He comments, watching as you slide your shoes off to the side before closing the door behind you.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Darn traffic was terrific." You giggle, before walking over to set Ji-woo down in his booster chair. Jimin joins the two of you, watching as you begin making his breakfast without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to make Ji-woo like you more than me" He watches as your nose scrunches with your laugh.

"Whaat? Noo." It had all been fun and games until Jimin caught a glimpse of your cleavage when you had bent over, looking for a bowl to start breakfast with. The back of his throat goes dry at the sight. Ji-woo's smile burns a thousand suns while looking at his dad until he noticed something. 

"Appa, phone." the young boy points to his father's.. lower area, as Jimin quickly clears his throat.

"Ah okaaay. Ji-woo, why don't you go clean up the blocks in your room?" He frowns, pouting at the mundane chore he obviously didn't want to do right now. "But I wanna stay with Y/n-ma." You chuckle at the name.

"What's with the Ma?" Ji-woo flashes you a grin.

"I like the word ma. It's pretty like Y/nnie." Jimin watches as the simple compliment makes your cheeks go more red than a cherry tomato.

"Go clean buddy. You'll spend all day with her later." Ji-woo huffs before sliding out of his chair, walking to his room. You glance up to Jimin through thick eyelashes, silently giggling to yourself at Ji-woo's previous comment.

"Didn't know people keep their phones in the front pocket, nowadays. What is it, like a trend? The back's not good enough anymore?" You tease, as you crack as egg into the skillet. He chuckles rising from his seat as he reaches from behind you to grab something off the counter. You could feel the prominent outline of what Ji-woo had pointed out earlier, rearing itself barely into your ass. 

"Dunno, but.." He leans forward, the breath that falls from his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"I prefer the back."

You quickly turn around, seeing as you're now trapped between his arms. both of his muscular and veiny limbs trap you in an embrace you're not sure you absolutely wanna leave. His head dips forward, as his gaze silently commands you to keep your eyes on him. 

"So.." He starts. His breath dancing along the outer lines of your lips before dissipating into thin air. 

"What was up with last night?" He questions, watching as your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what to focus on.

"My friend took my phone."

"No passcode?"

"Passcode. But she knew it."

"Then might wanna change it." 

"uhuh.." Your eyes peek down to travel the gentle dips of his abdomine that the tease of his hem-ed shirt had been allowing you. You hear the same cocky laugh as you had a few nights before. 

"Like what you see, baby?" 

You couldn't help but moan at the simple pet name. Everything had just been too overwhelming for your sense to keep up. 

And what happens when a fortress's walls get torn down?

Infiltration begins.

It felt as if you were a hot air balloon. Each of his words only fueling the fire that makes the object rise higher and higher until it feels as if the person is on cloud 9. 

His hands curve around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies flush against one anothers as breth pattern begin to mix to form one beautiful, and dangerous taste. 

"Why don't I just take you on this counter right here baby. Bend you over and fill you up until your every breath," His finger slips into the tight elastic of your waistband, finding your immidiently. You gasp at the sudden movement. 

"Every word," His lips suck on the skin that sits right behind your ear, licking and tugging at the lobe while his fingers dance between your slick folds. 

"Every sound you make belongs to me." His hand comes up to cup over your mouth, as if he knew exactly when you were going to, and just in the nick of time. He coos, thumbing over the plump of your lip, dipping the tip past your lips before forcing his thumb down on the flat of your tongue. You moan, as his smirk widens.

"How 'bout I just stay home today, hmm? My mom can come by and pick him up." Your eyes flutter then flick wide open. You twist your body, as your sudden movements stop his own.

"What'd you just say?" He tilts his head at your question. A smile still presses his lips.

"What?" 

"You told me that your mom had a dentist appointment." 

Shit.

He laughs it off, leaning back into your arms, trying to re-ingnite the once burning fire. Your hands are quick to pull them from inside your underwear, pushing him back a bit as he stumbles. 

"Y/n I-" 

Your eyes now burn with something other than the once intoxicating lust. 

"You lied to me." 

His eyes go wide. "No- No! I didn't I-" You walk forwards, backing him into the corner. 

"You said your mother had an appointment."

"She did but-"

"You said she couldn't watch Ji-woo, and that you had nobody else you trusted!" 

"Y/n please I-"

He glances down, seeing that he's trapped between you and the counter's edge. 

"Just calm down-" 

You scoff at the realization. "I'm outta here." You storm off to grab your bag as he follows quickly behind. "Y/n, wait!" You turn to face him, anger firing away.

"I ain't your teenage wet dream of fucking your babysitter, Jimin! I came here to watch kids and get paid. Not fuck their dads like some kind of whore!"

He reaches out, trying to calm your raging tone. 

"You're not a whore, Y/n and I've never thought of you as one! This is NOT how I planned this, alright? It just kinda- happened! and it's not like you didn't need the money" You groan at his sad attempts.

"Money?! I'm not some kinda charity case for you to guilt into sleeping with after you hand out a few -might I add- HARD EARNED dollars!" 

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the door. His eyes burning with the same intense look as yours, just on different sides of the spectrum. He speaks again. This time, his tone is quiet and calm. Much like one he'd used for when being disappointed in his child. 

Only in this case, he's disappointed in himself. 

"I fucked this up, I really did. I never meant for you to feel like some sort of sex worker when all you've done is care for Ji-woo with the upmost love and affection." You can see tears welling up in the ducts of his eyes. A few already on their way out of slipping. 

"And I'm so thankful for that.. I'm the asshole and I only thought with my dick and there's no presentation in the world that can show how sorry I am for that.." You stop resisting so much, finally allowing the steam to settle off from your skin as he continues.

"My ex-wife really fucked me up and I know that's no excuse but- I just.. She had always been attacking me. Whether physically or mentally, with each day she took a piece of me with her and crushed it right before my eyes. So yes, I act like a dickhead because that's how I gaurd myself. So fucked up, right? Protect myself with sex and being a dickwad. But that first night when you cooked dinner for me.. it brought out a side I tried for months to hide. You.."

He leans in closer, as his once tightened grip on your wrist comes to take your hand loveingly in his. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in such a long time.." He brings his hands up, kissing one knuckle on bot.

h of your hands.

"I just- wanted to show you how much your small gestures mean to me.." You scoff softly at his words, not fully believing it.

"I only cooked for you once. Are you that much of a simp?" He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his tone lowers.

"Maybe seeing you actually being nice to my child had something to do with all of it too.." Your eyes rolls back playfully.

"Yeah? How so?" A smirk tugs the corner of his lip, as his cheek brushes against the side of yours. His hushed whisper and hot breaths rolling down the shell of your ear sent chills up your spine. 

"Would it be wrong of me to admit that after you leave I have to go relieve myself in the bathroom because of the things you wear..?" Your bodies flush together, slowly backing up into the wall next to his front door entrance. Your steps in sync as his hips press into yours, leaving a small gasp to roll from your lips before his own swallow it whole.

"Relieve? Such a gentleman-y word. Can't just say jerk like every other man?" His smirk beams into your own. The tension in the room slowly transforming into lust.

"We both know," He leans to brush the skin of your ear before lightly pulling the flesh through his teeth.

"I'm not like every other man." 

Your lips barely brush his own as the alarm set on his watch starts blaring. His eyes bare into yours, before backing away, silently cursing at the slip of time.

"Shit.." He looks up, seeing as Ji-woo had crossed the lving room to sit at the table, patiently waiting his food. Your expression quickly changes from sultry to sweet.

"Well, have a good day at work," You turn back around, sending him a cheeky grin before winking.

"Mr. Park." 

_

6:00PM. What was the hold up? Jimin promised that he'd be back no later than 4. His mom actually had stopped by earlier and picked Ji-woo up for an afternoon picnic, so now you're just stuck at his apartment, cleaning up the mess you and Ji-woo had made that morning.

On your knees, you reach over to grab, throwing the stuffed animals and dinosaurs into the plastic bucket before starting on another one. You sigh, sitting up on your knees, taking a break from the back-throwing task. Your eyes finally can take a look around his apartment details. The beautiful art pieces sat flat against the tall, extending walls of the living area. The black sectional rimmed with golden tabs adorned the Teak finished flooring. Everything about this place screamed money.

Something your apartment could ever even dream of. 

You stand to your feet, making your way around to take a few good looks. 

The hallway had a similar design in colors and themes, with navy blue and charcoal gray walls standing around 10 feet tall, outlining the beautiful home. You look to the mahogany side table, noticing a few pictures placed carefully on top. 

Him holding what you could only assume was Ji-woo. His 1,000-watt smile beamed so brightly that you could feel the warmth just from a few colors and shapes on a piece of paper. 

The next had been trimmed with a thin gold outline; Him hold his 3-year old son upside down while standing on a beautiful, white-sanded beach, The sun setting perfectly behind the horizon, bidding their wonderful trip a goodnight for now. 

You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes. 

Your parents could never really afford fancy trips like that. You only really ever got to leave the city when your dad had to make distant deliveries. He owned a small corner shop for small pastries and sweets. When mom had found out about the loans he'd hidden from her all those years, they had been around something like 200,000 dollars in debt. The only reason you know that guestimate? You heard your mother constantly ridicule and fight over it many nights when they thought you had been sleeping. Soon, she had enough and your parents divorced. She's now married to a guy named Dan and lives in Michigan somewhere. 

Your tears finally slip when you see the last framed picture. 

His wedding day. 

She had looked beautiful. 

She looked perfect. 

How could you compare? 

He looked 100 times happier looking at her than he did you..

You're so stupid.

This was all so stupid. 

His eyes creased, disapearing completely as he had dipped her low. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. 

They looked like the perfect couple. 

The perfect family. 

You look closer, seeing fancy jewerly adorning her neck and hands. In her hair, a golden clip-pin with flower petals and diamonds. Her wrist had a gorgeous golden small chained accessory that looked like it costed more than your entire apartment including the furniture. Her skin was like a doll's. Not an imperfection in sight. The smile they both shared had looked wider than anything you've ever shown. 

Your heart breaks at another picture posted up on the gray wall. 

He's bent down in the tall, green grass; kissing her rounded belly. Her white dress flows perfectly in the wind, while the flower crown had lost just enough petals to the strong breeze to look like a spring paradise. 

Suddenly, you felt digusting. The mirror hanging right infront of you made it even harder to look at yourself. Your pinned up greasy hair had fallen back slightly, making you look 50 years older. Your reddened and scarred face had too many bumps to count at this point. Your forehead look oily and some of your teeth were crooked. You force a smile, only to feel twice as worse. Your eyes switch back and forth between his ex-wife and your reflection. 

You felt angry. 

Broken. 

Digusted.

How were people born with perfect looks?? How do they automatically have perfect, straight white teeth and an updo fit for a majesty herself!

You let the anger take over, lifting the picture frame up before watching it smash into a million pieces on the hardwood floor. Your breath is ragged, as you fall to the floor. 

You couldn't stand looking at her smug face anymore. Her perfect teeth and smooth, silky hair. Her beautiful smile that could make any man fall to his knees. She could have anyone under her control just by a simple grin. 

And you hated that. 

_

Jimin watches as the clock strikes 7PM. 

finally.

He makes quick haste in packing up his things before walking out of the office. 

..

The familiar chime of the front door sounds as he clicks it shut, sliding off the uncomfortableness of his loafers. He sets the briefcase on his side bench, walking in to see his living room spotless. He walks around, trying to find any sign that you had still been here. He stops as a small glass shard pierces the sole of his foot. He groans lifting his foot to remove the shard. "What the.." His seeing your body plopped on the floor with about a million similar shards surrounding your sulking figure. He reach down, lifting the broken picture to see what had gotten you so upset. 

His wedding pictures. 

"I'm sorry.." He hears you soft cries, immidiently putting the frame down to level himself with you. "Not a big fan of weddings, I assume?" He teases, trying to see your adorable smile which he loved so much.

To his disappointment, you only had just repeated 'sorry' about a million times. 

"I'll clean it up.." You reach for the shards before he grabs your wrists, in making sure you don't injure yourself. 

"What happened, Y/n?" He asks, tilting his head down to try to catch your attention. His thumb and index reach out to lift your chin, gently making your soaked and red eyes to meet his. "What happened, sweetheart?" 

"I broke something.." You act like a child getting scolded by her parents. Your speech being heavily impaired by all of your sudden emotions. You weren't one to cry or breakdown like this. Hell, when you lost your job about a month ago, you barely shed a tear. You just pushed through and buried your feelings. 

'I'll deal with it later' was your mantra. 

He chuckles, giving you a soft, caring look. "I see that." 

"So why'd you break it?" You sniff, trying to calm your staggered breaths. "B-Because.." The inside of his palm comes to caress the heated red flush of your cheek, thumbing over the space under your eyes to dry. "Why can't you just work it out with her..?" He's taken back by the sudden request. He chuckles, thinking it's some kind of slight joke but when he sees the burning tears soaking your cheeks, he knows you mean business. 

"Some people aren't supposed to be together, Y/n.." You scoff at his counter. 

"Divorce fucks people up, Jimin.."

He sighs, taking a seat in front of you, crossing his legs.

"I know."

You finally glance at him on your own terms.

"You don't fucking know. Have you even considered how Ji-woo feels about it!? He's gonna blame himself! Wonder if he's the reason his parents broke up. And in his teenage years, he's going to be so fucked up from going back and forth from place to place he's going to consider if it's really worth living in this shit hole!!"

You watch his eyes widen at your words.

"Y/n.." 

You quickly rise to your feet, sniffing before placing the broken picture back on his side table. You dry the last bit of tears with the sleeve of your fuzzy over-sweater. "I've gotta go." He stands, blocking your way.

"Y/n, she's an unstable narcissistic person who needed serious help. Ji-woo is better off not having any contact with her."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from having another episode.

"How would you know? I saw your family. Perfect parents who own a huge, successful business with millions of dollars income. While some of us had work our asses off, scrape what we can off the bottom of other's shoes just to be able to fucking EAT." He folds his arms across his chest.

"Is this about my marriage or my job?" 

"ALL of IT! ALL OF YOU! You're rich and sucessful. Someone like you spit on people like me!" His eyes pierce yours with a harsh intensity.

"Make up your mind, Y/n. Wanna bitch about my job, my family's wealth, or my fucked up marriage? Really, Y/N. Take. Your. Fucking. Pick." Your breath hitches at his tone.  He scoffs at your silence.

"Oh now you wanna shut up? Come on, Y/n. You picked this battle, now you've gotta fight for stance. Don't got anything to say now, huh? You're such a fucking brat, you know?" He watches as your tiny adam's apple bobs up and down. The back of your throat dries from the tension. 

"Don't just stand there, Y/n. Wanna complain about how I was born into such a perfect, wealthy family? Oh, or do you wanna bitch on how you just hate how rich I am because I too worked my ass off to get where I am! Just because I didn't grow up with your kind of situation, doesn't mean I didn't have my own shit to deal with."

Your teeth grind against each other at his bitter words. You'd never seen this side of him before. Not even when talking about his so called bitch-of-a-wife. 

"You don't know SHIT." You curse, pushing him with all your might, that only barely makes him move. "You gonna keep being a brat or am I gunna have to fuck this attitude out of you?" Your body freezes. He smirks, stalking your figure, now having you backed into some doorway.

"Such a loud mouth for a tiny girl. Who gave you permission to curse like this, sweetie? I know I sure didn't." Your silence only fuels his ego.

"What? Can't handle a little fight back, baby? Think I'll just get on my knees and do as you say? like all those little pussies of men you've fucked before? You might think you're the shit, darling,"

The back of your legs touch a soft material. His breath rolls across your cheek, sliding to touch your outer ear.

"But we all know you just want a real man to fuck you like his little princess."

You moan out, as his arms come to snake around your waist, gripping you tight.

"Was this in your plan all along? Getting me all worked up then seducing me with your cute little subby face?" A deep chuckle echoes through the room. Lust prowls the atmosphere like a rabid animal. 

"Thinking that I'll just fall head over heels for your cute face, and you'll get what you want?"

You shake your head, not even realizing that it's what you wanted all along. He chuckles at your compliance. 

"See? Told you."

He leans forward, whispering along the shell of your ear.

"All big and strong until someone actually puts you in your place."

His harsh words elicit a pitchy whine from the back of your throat. You reach up, trying to tug at the material of his button up. He smirks, removing your hands from his clothing.

"Nu-uh. You wanna act like a brat? You get punished like one."

He sits on the egde of his bed, manspreading his thighs for your viewing glory. His eyes narrow at yours, silently commanding you.

"Down." You start to lower yourself to the floor before he stops you, tsking.

"On my lap." You swing your leg over his lap before he stops you once more.

"Jesus, baby. Should've known you weren't one to listen." He pulls your body down, bending you over his knee as his hand palms the flesh of your clothed ass. He chuckles, lifting your skirt up to reveal your thin, high waisted pantyhose.

"What's your safe word, love?" You moan at his question. 

Damn. 

Who knew consent was so hot??? (Hell yes it is children)

"mmm, what was your ex-wife's name again?" You tease.

He growls at the mention, giving your ass a good slap before countering.

"Smart off to me again and I'll make this ass redder than Rudolph's nose. Now,"

He runs the flat of his palms smoothly across your clothed skin before sliding the hem of your pantyhose down.

"What's your safe word, again?" You lift your head slightly to look at him, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Red, sir." He lightly applies a smack to your ass.

"Good girl." 

His eyes beat down onto the exposed flesh of your ass. The plump and softness of the skin is slightly reddened from the first spanking. Before you're about to smart off again, he continues.

"How should we do this, hmm? Maybe match your spankings to how many times you rolled your eyes at me?" You squeal at the sudden impact being harshly applied to your cheeks. He immediately soothes the sensitive skin afterwards, rubbing the round of his palm onto the reddened flesh.

"Or how many pieces you broke my wedding frame into?" You moan out, shaking your head, refusing either one of those options. He chuckles, not giving you an ultimatum.

"No? But you were so confident earlier though."

He leans down, tilting your chin to turn to meet his narrowed gaze.

"Now are you going to behave or am I going to have to paint your beautiful ass every shade of red?" You shake your head, not wanting anymore. You had some experience with spanking and shit but-

Holy fuck did his hands hurt..

"I'm gonna need more than a few tears, love." You whine, feeling the slick between your folds duplicate in dampness. 

"No, I'll be good- I swear!" You moan out, feeling the sweet relief of his palms rubbing over your reddened cheeks. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of the plump flesh before giving it a little jiggle. 

"That's more like it." He stands, pushing you back against the bed. His index comes up to tilt your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You just wanna please daddy, don't you?" Your pussy clenches at the given-name. Though you hadn't really likes it in the pornos you'd seen before, you quite liked the taste when it came from his mouth. 

"Say it." He commands, as you rise to your hands and knees. 

"I want your cum to fill me up so good" He quirks an eyebrow. 

"Who's cum?" You moan at his tone. His voice alone could make any women cum in just a matter of seconds but when it was paired with that, 

HOLY SHIT.

"Daddy's." He nods, bringing your hands to unbuckle the clasp of his belt. Your hands make quick work of the material, watching as it falls to the floor, circling his ankles. 

"And who's your daddy?" You giggle at the word. It felt so wrong on your tongue but on his..

"You, daddy." That makes his heart swell. His hands wrap the leather belt around his wrists. A dark expression swirls behind his usual chocolatey irises.

"Lay back for daddy." You obey, watching as he leans over, wrapping the leather belt around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard. He leans back on the balls of his knees, admiring your beautiful figure. 

"Mmm, this won't do." His fingers trail up the inner of your thighs before ripping a huge hole into the black tights. You gasp, watching as he slips your mini-skirt from your hips, throwing it somewhere across the room. 

"Can't believe you wore this here.." He scoffs, palms rubbing up the inner parts of your thighs before setting on your clad light pink panties. 

"So fucking cute." He groans, running his digits through the thin material, watching as the light pink fabric turns a light gray. 

"How fucking dirty of you, baby. Soiling your panties? Why? Because you were thinking of daddy fucking your tight little pussy?" You moan, nodding quickly at his words. A chuckle rolls past his lips. 

"I bindded you, not gagged you. Use your big girl words, baby." You whine, feeling the pads of his digits making straight lines connecting from your clit down to your soaking core.

"Yes! I dreamed of daddy's cock every night! Wanting it in me so bad, daddy..!" He raises an eyebrow, not truly believing your words.

"Mmmm, so you didn't even touch yourself? You stayed pure for me? Because if you touched yourself, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, darling." His fingers tilt your chin to meet his eyes.

"Tell me the truth, baby. Did you touch your pretty pussy? Make it all wet like how I'm doing right now? Did you ruin yourself without me?"

You shake your head, legs twitching from the lack of his touch. "No! I stayed pure for daddy." The tip of your toe teases his clad underwear, running the sole of your foot along the outline of his hardened dick. He retorts, moving away from your touch.

"Not into feet babe." He comments, as your face turns a beet red.

"Me neither.." You both laugh at the silly fail. He sighs, palm running over the rounds of your knees, watching the way your breasts bounce slightly when he rocks your body.

"What are you doing?" You look down, seeing his narrowed eyes staring at your erect buds.

"Your body is like fucking Picasso, sweetheart."

You laugh at his comment, watching as his lips come to hover over the exposed bud.

"I hope it's not like fucking Picasso.." He rolls his eyes at your stupid joke.

"Don't ruin this, Y/n." You smile, watching as he takes the bud between his lips, while his other free hand comes up to toy with the bouncy flesh of your over breast. Your head falls back against his silk pillows, back arching from the way his tongues swirls your nipple.

He releases with a pop, licking the pads of his lips before speaking.

"Can't fucking wait for these to be filled up with milk.." Your eyes widen at his words. "W-what?"

His eyes glance up to meet yours. A softer expression paints his face.

"For our babies. God, to see you so big and pregnant for me- carrying my child- fuck." You giggle at his antics, wrapping your exposed thighs around his hips, grinding against his clothed angry cock.

"You already have a kid, baby." You reply, kissing the side of his neck, as he traces patterns into the skin of your under bust.

"mmmm, I'm just horny.." He chuckles, licking a stripe up along the erects of your nipple. You moan at the sensation, as he smirks, chuckling.

"My baby likes it when I suck her pretty tits?" He teases it back and forth between the space of his top and bottom front teeth, watching your every expression with focus. The way your face contorted a certain way with each direction, tug, and lick.

"Jesus, baby. You're so sensitive. Like a virgin." He chuckles, as you stay silent.

He rises, giving you a questioning look. "Baby are you.."

You gently nod, flashing a small smile.

"My major never really let me date any guys so I-"

"You're a virgin?"

You're starting to think telling him was a mistake.

"Yeah but I like thi-"

"How the hell am I so lucky."

His words stop you mid-sentence.

"W-what?"

He crawls up the plains of your curved body, hands trailing up to caress your cheek.

"I'm. So. Fucking. Lucky."

He whispers, while trailing his butterfly kisses all the way down to your navel. He glances up through his thick eyelashes.

"Anything else I should know?" You think for a second, before responding.

"I once tried using a bubble wand as a dildo."

He bursts out at this. Sitting up, his eyes cresant from his fit of giggles.

"Are you being serious?" He questions, wiping a tear from his eyes before laying back down, taking one of your breasts in hand to play with it.

"What's so funny?" You chuckle, not being able to help joining in with him.

"It was just- so random." He leans up, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, before giving you an eskemo kiss as well.

"That was adorable. You're adorable." He reaches up to untie your hands, making your pout a bit.

"But I liked those.." He smiles, pecking a small kiss to your cheek.

"We'll get into that later. For now, let's just focus on teaching you-" You cut him off.

"Please don't tell me you're about to teach me how to have sex." He chuckles, nodding.

"This is like the best thing a man can do." You smile, pecking his lips, pulling his chubby cheeks in along with the kiss.

You can feel his smile beam against the passionate kiss, as he pulls away. "Your kisses are so soft, baby.." You pout, folding your arms.

"No no! It's a cute thing. So many people just go in and basically bite each other's tongues off - That was an exaggeration, sweetheart. I'm suing you if you try to bite my tongue off." You giggle, nodding while leaning back against his bedframe.

"Your kisses are so soft. Just saying" He takes his chi n in his hand, pulling you to seer your lips together once more. It had quickly escalated when he added tongue. You always thought the idea was a little gross but actually feeling it..

Holy shitballs.

He feels you moan against the kiss, as his hands comes down to toy with the cup of your breast. His other hand trails down to slip into the elastic of your panties.

"Ah-" You moan out, feeling the tip of his finger run along the entrance of your sopping core. He smirks, pressing kisses to the side of your cheek, all the way down to your collarbone.

"Does it feel good?" He asks, lips still attacking your neck. You moan, feeling the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance.

"U-huh.. Feels weirder when someone else does- Fuck!" You feel the tightness of his whole finger stretching you out. Your velvet walls slicking his extended digit, while his kisses distract your from what pain he fears you might experience.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nod, hips meeting to grind up into the palm of his hand. He chuckles while adding another finger. You grip onto his shoulders, nails gently cratering soft creasant moons into his shoulder blades.

"Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.." You whine, wanting to feel more.

"Mmmm, good." He smirks, tugging at the loose skin of your ear.

"Mmmm, feels good?"

"u-huh! Oh fuck-" He adds his third finger as your body completely just melts at the sensation. Your hips now moving to straddle his lap while he just sits back chuckling.

"What's so funny?" You ask, grinding down onto his palm.

"You're so eager, that's what's funny. You're acting like a teenage boy, babe." You roll your eyes, reaching down between the space of you, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock. He quickly shuts up, taking a sharp breath as your hand just sits around his cock.

"I was trying to go slow, Y/n." You playfully scoff, leaning down to spit on his hardened cock, as you move your hand up and down his length. You watch as his exposed stomach now tenses up at your motions, admiring the way his hairline had a beautiful little glisten on it from sweat.

"If I wanted slow, I would've told you." He chuckles, moving a strand of hair from your face while thrusting his three lodged digits up until your sopping core. Your hand making quick work on his cock makes this virginity-loss session more like two teens scared to fuck so they just jack each other off.

"Then what do you want?' You questions, groaning at the feeling of your hand around his cock. Your fingertip dances gently around his angry tip, watching as the precum spills from his slit.

"I want you to fuck me." He moan as your hand had done a certain motion, practically making him Jell-O in your hands. s

"But vi-virgi-" You cup your hand over his mouth, shushing him while repeating the same motion that made him react that way in the first place.

"Fine, don't fuck me. But don't call it 'love making' either. I've heard that one too many times from my parents, I don't need to hear it while we have sex." He nods, as he flips the two of you over. His body towering your own, watching the way your eyelashes flutter a bit in the cool apartment AC air.

He looks over toward you as he's reaching inside his black and gold rimmed nightstand, pulling a tiny square packet from it's hiding spot. You laugh slightly, as he settles back in between your thighs.

"Wouldn't Ji-woo find that?" You question as he rolls the tiny latex rubber over and down his cock.

"Of course not." He reaches back over, flashing a black key that had been placed in a specific spot under the nightstand.

"It's locked." He smiles, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. You take in a sharp breath as the tip pokes your sopping core.

He glances up, pressing soft kisses all around your face before leaning up. "You might bleed a little.. And it'll be painful for sometime, but after that it gets better." You nod, watching as the gray swirls in his eyes let you know that he's just as nervous as you are. Your hand comes to rest upon his cheek, which seemed to calm both of your nerves.

"I'm ready."

He nods, clasping his hand in your while slowly sliding the tip in.

Okay..

Not so bad.

You smile, feeling the pain starting to form.

Okay it's a little un-

"Fuck!" You moan out, imminently clasping your legs together, trying to stop him. Thankfully he stops checking to see if you're okay.

"I-.. Just hurt.." He nods, flashing you a small smile before kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy." You moan at the words, barely being able to feel the way he'd slowly inched his way in, until you felt the way his tip kissed your cervix.

"How do you feel?" He glances up, checking your expression to see if it's anything discomforting.

"It.. so full.." He chuckles at your lack of a structured sentence.

"That good, huh?" You nod, not even caring what he's teasing you about this time. Your hips grind up into his, feeling the way the ribbed condom slid against your ways.

"Oh.. my- fuuuck" His moans soon join yours as the speed of his thrusts pick up in momentum. His arms had braced themselves on each side of your body. A beautiful missionary pose if you do say so yourself.

"Oh shit baby- So fucking tight for me. fuuuckk" He groans, lifting your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, while your arms had snaked their way his veiny neck. Your head falls back, mouth gaped a O-shape.

"Oh- Ji- oh my god-" His grunts leave a pool of slick running down your thighs, which made this moment all the much hotter. Any pain that you had experienced had been long replaced with an ecstacy you wish you could feel all the time.

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, once innocent and cute creseant moon shapes now turned cherry red, with a few having drawn blood.

"Oh my god!" You hands come to stable by your hips, while leaning into your already fucked up position, thrusts hitting -somehow- even deeper before.

"Oh fu- daddy!" Your screams and skin slapping made fifty-shades of gray look like a disney movie. Along with Jimin's dirty but sweet talk, you had felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Oh fucking- shiiiittt baby. Gonna fill you up so nice. Fuuuck baby, look at your pussy taking me so well."

You moan, trying to switch positions. He pauses. "Something wrong?"

You nod. "I wanna be ontop." His eyes widen. "But- isn't that too kinky for right now?"

You pout. "Jimin so help me if you keep condemning me on how I can and can't fuck, I will leave here right now and you will have the WORSE case of blue balls in your life. " He immdiently flips around to that, laying on his back. You one leg over, straddling him lap. You reach down, guiding his cock around until your find your entrance.

"Oh- fuck that's not!- oh.." He groans, feeling an even tighter sensation from your back.

"Oh shit.." You laugh, taking it out before trying to line it up with your entrance. His wrist catches you.

"Baby if you want the worse UTI possible, I'd say go for it but let's just-" he reaches down, pulling the condom off. As he's reaching into his bedside table, you slam down onto his lap, cock being engulfed by your soaked pussy. He groans out, hands immediately coming to steady your hips.

"Jesus fu- baby you're gonna kill me.."

You smirk, guiding your hips along the trails of his cock, bouncing repeatedly. Going from fast paced to a slow, rhythmic pattern. His hands comes up to cup the rounds of your breasts, nipples being tugged at by his thumbs and index fingers. You glance down, chuckling at his position.

"You've got a breast kink.."

He smirk. "No, I've got a 'I wanna fuck a baby in you, please be the mother of my child' kink." That both sends you into a fit of tiny laughters, but the soon get replaced by moans and whimpers.

Mostly from your side.

"Baby I'm really gonna- no no no no shit- Baby I'm gonna cum!" You moan, hands reaching down to draw tiny circles into his hip bones and v-line as your thighs and pussy clench around his cock.

"Mmmm, can't tease me with a baby and break your promise, daddy." He groans, fighting with everything he's got as to not blow his load into your sweet pussy right now.

"Baby please- We can talk about that lat- fuck it!"

He flips you around in a matter of seconds. Your roots tightly coiled in his palm, while the other has reached forwards to grp one of your nipples.

"You want a baby so fucking badly? We're doing this my way." He leans down, thrusting his hips upwards into your pussy, watching as your sopping core engulfs his dick. He chuckles.

"My sperm, my choice of position." Your roll your eyes as his tugs on the roots of your hair, pulling you back to face him.

"Keep rolling your eyes and next time Imma shove that butt plug up your smart ass." You smirk, wiggling your hips as his thrusts start to become sloppy.

"You love my smart ass, daddy." He grunts, feeling the way his balls push up against your folds, slicking them even more.

"Fuck yeah I do. But," He tweaks your nipple in one hand, as you mewl out. "I love your fucking titties better."

You groan, burying your face into his satin pillows.

"Fuc-Fuck I'm coming!" He reaches forward, taking a hold on your clit likes it's dear life. The harsh circular motions send you into a fit of moans.

Psh, as if you weren't already in that.

"F-fuck- coming!" He moans out as you feel the hot rush of warm liquid shoot through your pussy. After a few moments he pulls out, admiring the Da Vinci like work he's done to both your ass and cunt.

He flips you over, making you lay upside down as your legs rest against the wall.

"What's this for?"

He smirks. "You said you wanted a baby, "

His lips capture yours in a spiderman like kiss.

"I'm gonna give you a baby."

He sits up, smiling like a little kid.

""Also I'm gonna call your pussy pac-man. Or.. pac-woman?" He laughs while cleaning up the sheets.

"Pac-pussy! Has a nice ring to it, don't chya think?"

______________________________________________________________ You know that I was thinking that this fic isn't long enough so I'm like- Lemme check the word count.

THIS MOTHER FUCKER WROTE 11,000 WORDS, 43 PAGES WORTH AND SAID IT'S 'NOT LONG ENOUGH'

omg I need sleep-

[amethystfairy1]

Hello hello I gots some questions if you don’t mind

So we know some hybrids from different sub species that are in relationships like Lizzie and Joel and doc and etho but I was wondering if there were any specific sub species that only stay with their own type of sub species? And if there is, do or would they ever give others who are from the same sub species as them a glare if they saw a person from their same sub species in a relationship with a hybrid or mutant of different sub species? Example: Joel and Lizzie, would any of the cat hybrids ever do a double take on her being married to a butterfly hybrid? (I know they probably wouldn’t but this was for the sake of an example)

Is there a number in mind for how many different types of sub species are living in the under city? Or would it be like trying to count each specific m&m in a large bowl? Is there too many sub species to count or would you use a broad number like for example 1000 to get your point across?

Are there other new types of sub species you have in mind but haven’t talked about yet? (Ignore this question if it’s a large spoiler LMAO)

Are there any other sub species that have a bad reputation? I’m aware that creeper hybrids are know to be intimidating and most avoid them (at least I’m pretty sure) but are there any hybrids or mutants that when people learn what sub species they are they immediately hate and or dislike them? If so why or how did they get such a bad reputation?

(I really hope my questions weren’t annoying I just really enjoy your work and I had some questions!))

(I also apologize if any of these questions have been asked before)

Hello, hello! I never ever mind questions, I absolutely love them! Thank you for sending them over! ☺️

Alrighty, let’s see what we’ve got! 🏃‍♀️

1. Not really, no, or at least, I never intend to explore that. I think the closest we might get are perhaps blaze-borns or warden mutants, both of whom are known for being very solitary and keeping to their own areas, not usually living in the main cavern, but I don’t think there would be any sort of dislike/unhappiness from anyone if someone of that subspecies dated/married outside of it. The under-city is big, yeah, but it’s not that big so it’s always been common practice for people to mix and match. It’s just been growing more common than ever thanks to how Doc and Etho’s work has been connecting the various levels of the city like never before!

2. I think the m&ms in a bowl allegory is the best…there’s a LOT of them, I don’t want to put any sort of number on it just for the sake of IRL reasons, which are that I do make up parts of this AU as I go along, and I’d hate to give myself some pre-determined boundary for how creative and crazy we can get with all of these hybrids/mutants…so let’s just say A LOT and leave it at that.

3. YES and that is ALL I WILL SAY 😆

4. I think ‘bad’ reputation is the wrong way of putting it. No one necessarily has an immediate hatred for another based solely on subspecies. I mean, Ren and Lizzie are friends! And they’re literally a dog and a cat! But there are other sorts of reputations that can carry with someone’s subspecies. There’s Doc, of course, who we know is a sweetheart and a gentle giant but people are afraid of him because he’s nearly seven feet tall and terrifying-looking, that’s not his fault, though…and the augmentations aren’t exactly helping. 😭 We will also be learning more about dog hybrid clans with Ren, the deep dark with Cub, and blaze-born pyres with Tango, so through that I hope to show a bit more nuance in the traits and tendencies of all these various subspecies, because it is quite a lot of fun!

They were not annoying! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER FIND QUESTIONS ANNOYING! You’re giving me an excuse to ramble about a thing that lives in my brain and forced itself out in the form of a fanfic series, I am delighted so if you ever have any more questions send another ask! I will be happy to answer! (unless it’s spoilers but then I’ll just say that) so yeah! I’ve been having so much fun with the blog and the asks and the posts and stuff! So thank you for coming by! 💖

[borom1r]

fuck man I hope the coming days are less shitty after Tasks 😭🤞🏽 goofy lotr ask because spooky season, go-to costumes for the fellowship (and the lads of Rohan as well) in a modern au? And we talked about this a bit in DMs, but for everyone, who in your thinking has tats/what are they 👀

OGH Halloween is so important to me. Extenuating Circumstances make it a Difficult Time Of Year but it is still my favorite holiday. fuck my ex tho

ANYWAYSSSS modern au Halloween costumes :3 (thinkin abt our band au specifically bc that’s where the brain’s at)

I think Legolas + Gimli have definitely done a Frank n Furter/Rocky couples costume situation at least one year. sth sth dwarf sth sth Rocky sth sth puns i think they should be allowed.

I don’t think Aragorn actually puts a lot of effort into a costume I’m gonna be so real w you here snfjshhf I think there’s too many sensory variables at play so he just reuses his ren fest costume. Ranger Comma Generic but at least it’s Safe

Boromir, surprisingly possibly everyone, DOES go all out. Halloween Sacred Tradition To Trans Ppl(tm) he would 100% commit wholeheartedly to the bit for Faramir’s sake + it feels weird NOT to do sth. fully coordinates w Faramir even tho he’s away at college. Inigo Montoya to Faramir’s Westley, Prince Lír to his Schmendrick, Gwydion to his Taran, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

On that note, Faramir is the kid who went as his favorite character that year REGARDLESS of how popular they were and half the time nobody even fucking recognized his costume. absolute tragedy

Sam, Rosie + Frodo generally coordinate couples costumes. always very cute + well-made, very rarely store-bought. lots of fantasy-inspired stuff!

I’d come up w a serious answer for Merry and Pippin but it’s taking all my willpower not to just go “middle earth version of this” and add the fake Spirit “never again” costume < this has been in my drafts for SO long. anyways. This

Théodred actually goes for the classics. Did a headless horseman photoshoot one year, loves a good vampire or Frankenstein’s monster too.

Éomer actually does scary. any excuse to mess around w the sfx makeup and fake blood. Fully willing to buy a costume from the store but will 100% modify it; sometimes you just don’t have the time or energy to build a costume from scratch

Éowyn, like Aragorn, cannot honestly be assed, she fully just wears a partial harness of armor. It works in her favor bc nothing pulls lesbians like rocking up to the Halloween party in plate, and then demonstrating she can indeed pick you up with one arm while wearing 100-ish pounds of metal.

also Tattoos...... HMMMMM

honestly i do not have. a lot of ideas rn?? but this has been in my drafts for SO LONG and i want to post it;;;;;;

Aquila/eagle constellation for Aragorn for obvious reasons + a lot of black linework/pointillism tattoos. see below

i think Éomer having tattoos in the style of runestones or godmasks is. really fucking cool. definitely a full back piece

+ transmasc Théodred my most beloved. gets runes under his scars. most likely poetic kennings bc i like the idea of Théodred loving skaldic poetry < sth accenting the scars tho, not hiding them

Faramir on the other hand gets actual coverups. sth nature related, im quite fond of these

(boromir gets sth in the american traditional style at the same time. moral support tattoo sjfhskjf)

[cappuccilious]

HCQ if they were in a danmei setting

Don’t take this seriously, I’m just having fun

Same canon timeline from game except Elio and Kafka support Ren when recalling his lost memory.

Dan Heng is not shallow enough to believe in the rumors about Dan Feng and he would actually investigate (like Lan Wangji investigating the trigger of Wei Wuxian loss of control)

Jing Yuan would be suspicious and investigate the preceptors in the shadows once he gathers the puzzle pieces (instead of waiting for who knows how many hundreds of years have passed since Dan Feng molting rebirth).

Like Dan Heng, Ren would also have little bits of memory recall (mirages) when he visits old places that he and Dan Feng used to stroll and hangout.

I forgot to mention that Ren and Dan Heng’s relationship is still the same, Ren chasing and telling Dan Heng to pay for their sins.

But this time, he also does some investigating himself when the actual suspicion that during the incident in the past is too strange.

(I just want people to stop thinking Dan Feng is a villain 😔)

Dan Heng having dreams of Dan Feng talking to him.

Unlike in-game again, Jingliu acknowledges that she is an unreliable narrator that she has suspicions of what happened, mentioning that there might be a third party.

Dragon heart theory

Jingliu tries to recall what happened to Baiheng’s remains

Renheng reconciliation arc actually happens.

Ren and Dan Heng have their moments like working together without fighting for once, booking one room and one bed, Ren not admitting he is jealous when he doesn’t know anything about Dan Heng, and Dan Heng comforting Ren when he’s having nightmares.

Jingliu seeks help from Luocha who can aid him to not only communicate with the dead but also proceed their plan against the Aeons.

The way we have readables that suspects the preceptors involvement but Dan Heng never reads them so in this AU, this Dan Heng ACTUALLY READS.

Ren accepts Dan Feng is gone and face Dan Heng in the present. Dan Heng accepts Yingxing might never return and face Ren in the present (in the future Ren’s old habits comes back).

Dan Feng sacrificing the world and his own future to save Yingxing while Dan Heng sacrificing his own lifespan and cloudhymn magic that belonged to the Aeon of Permanence, Long to save Ren.

To get rid of the immortality and return Dan Heng’s full power back, Ren returned the dragon heart to Dan Heng.

Dan Heng waiting for Ren to wake up for 400 years. In those years, Dan Heng cleaned and fixed the mess that Dan Feng was not able to do, remove the High Elder system and took away the elders and preceptors’ duty from teaching the young.

Dan Heng continues the plan Dan Feng of setting his people free from the samsara cycle.

Along the way, Dan Heng was able to find a solution how to get rid of the mara (I ain’t gonna explain that, it’s a long explanation)

Jingliu traveling the world, from planet to planet while carrying the last memento of Baiheng. Promising that they would meet and cross paths again.

Jing Yuan retiring and letting both Fu Xuan and Yanqing handle his duties. He decided to carve his own path and hopes to be able to meet Dan Heng again.

Dan Heng wanted to be there when Ren wakes up but he’s needed by his companions. To the sleeping Ren, he promises he would look for him.

Few days later, Ren woke up to an empty room. Elio, Kafka and Silver came by later while Ren was getting ready to depart with them.

Before they left, Ren told Elio that he would temporarily leave the group soon.

Silver asked why, only for Ren to answer that he has unfinished business with the owner who has the other half of his bracer.

The end. I might have missed something but nothing important, probably!

Having 4/5 unreliable narrators is… hard to accept. Not even Jing Yuan is a reliable one even if he wasn’t involve.

Xianzhou plot is just an overall mess, it’s like almost everyone accepted Dan Feng destroyed the universe or something when there are still sinister masterminds lurking in the shadows of Luofu roaming freely.

So I just made my own AU of to make myself feel better. Please don’t take this seriously if you’re gonna get affected negatively 🙏

[fryingpan1234567]

let’s talk more about my Hermitcraft SIX au

lmao Doc’s fuckin face when he was sitting dead center in the front row and realized he knew e v e r y s i n g l e person on the stage

some specific lyrics ft. direct eye contact with Doc like they’re singing to him I want y’all to see my VISION for in the first song:

~ “So if you try to dump me-” (EYE CONTACT ON THE BEAT) “You won’t try that again.” Bdubs’ smile drops and so does Doc’s bro was scared for his LIFE

~ Tbh just Grian making eye contact for almost his whole bit but Doc can’t tell if it’s flirting or glaring

~ “I’m not what I seem, or am I?” Somehow the mask makes Etho’s glare even scarier even when he’s literally covered in glitter

~ “Funny how we all discuss that, but never Henry’s little-“ AHAHA DOC’S FACE I CAN’T CAN YOU IMAGINE REN ALMOST BROKE CHARACTER

~ “Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons.” Scar is definitely flirting but mostly he’s just amused because it visibly still works

~ “I’m the survivor,” The POWER in which X SAYS that is INSANE

anyways so just a disclaimer— Doc was not abusive or anything in any of the relationships (duh), it’s just like a thing where you have to take a jab at your ex at every available opportunity yk

it took a lot of rehearsal hours for Etho to not break down laughing during his song every time because “it’s so cringey and who even wants kids this is dumb, Bdubs,” but then Bdubs grabbed his face and went “imagine it’s me instead of some dead British guy, then” and Etho was a lot more sober after that

Scar and Grian’s one direct interaction onstage (“Yeah, same! Nice neck, by the way.”) is great because in those five seconds everyone can tell that they have fantastic chemistry

us pretty much never hearing Etho raise his voice is great because imagining the scene where he goes “OH, YOU DIDN’T GET TO HOLD BABY MARY WHEN SHE HAD THE CHICKEN POCKS? WELL BOOOO HOOOO BECAUSE WHEN I WANTED TO HOLD MY NEWBORN SON I D I E D” is so much funnier

please let’s return to the concept that Ren fits Anna’s character so flawlessly

Scar roasting the SHIT out of everyone before his song is just so✨✨

after the show when the cast goes out to talk to the audience n shit and they see Doc, he’s just grinning sheepishly and goes “I swear you guys were trying to kill me” and they smush him in a group hug and everyone’s chill dw

”Oh well you know what Anne Bo-loser” in Bdubs’ voice 😭😭

On one very specific night X uses Wels’ name instead of Thomas for his monologue— and he sang it right to him in the front row (BF THINGS I CAN’T)

anyways. perhaps I have a Chicago and Hamilton au in the works as well. lmk if you wanna see it lol

[mitsur1kanroj1]

Yandere! Akaza x Fem! Demon slayer! Reader (Ch 1)

TW: Gore, yandere behavior, perverts, blood, swearing and attempt of suicided.

There are no AU's in this fanfiction, unless you want to include Akaza being a Yandere as an AU then go ahead!

I try to make all of these for all so there will be no 18+ content but there might be some perverted people to make it more- Yandereish-

I also will not have everything the same as in the anime or manga, I have never read the manga before so do expect much about the manga- Since I have never ever read it-

And before you know- Donut Kyojuro happens, it will be Kyojuro x Reader. But then Akaza x Reader happens- Just to make things clear on that note- It's kinda like a KNY x reader- But mainly Akaza x reader- Idk- Just like that-

.... I can tell this is gonna be a long ass chapter- So please get comfy- Because this is gonna be a whole rollercoaster-

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Description of (Name):

Name: (Name) (Last name)

Family members: Unknown mom.

Unknown dad.

Twin brother: Asa.

Little brother: Ren.

Little sister: Masako.

Like a big sister: Mitsuri Kanroji, current love Hashira.

Age: 18.

Love interest (S): Kyojuro Rengoku, current flame Hashira and Akaza, current Upper rank three.

Birthday: (Birthday).

Hair color: (Hair color) and light hot pink tips.

Eye color: Left eye: (Eye color) Right eye: Light hot pink

Height: 169cm

Weight: 43kg

Status: Alive

Race: Human

Personality: Kind, thoughtful, shy, sweet, loveable, gentle, strong, resilient, caring, assertive, hard-working, reliable, honest, practical, responsible, loyal, mature, creative, consistent, appreciative, capable, quick, sensitive, perceptive and patient.

Occupation: Demon slayer

Rank: Kinoe.

Breathing technique: Sakura breathing.

Nichirin blade color: Light hot pink.

Sensei / teacher: Mitsuri Kanroji, current love Hashira

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You hated demons all your life, no matter what, they are the reason you even became a demon slayer, for killing your family and friends, working alone just incase you lose another friend that you make.

But one day you had a mission to go to the Mugen Train with three demon slayers and the flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku. You had no choice but go since it was your job, being a demon slayer you just had to go no matter what, so you just were walking there normally, until you see this boy with Nichirin blades, head butting the train and the others just standing there, you noticed they were the demon slayers. One of the boys turned around to see you walking onto the train, stopping you and talking to you. "You must be the other demon slayer we are on this mission with! I'm Tanjiro Kamado, and that is Inosuke Hashabira and Zenitsu Agatsuma! You are?" "(Last name) (Name)" "And you all have lovely names!" You say to the boy, even though you stay alone most of your time, doesn't mean you aren't nice, recently you help at a hospital, tending to the patients, and also babysitting some kids to let the parents have a rest and a break. "Thank you! Your name is amazing too! But make sure you are careful on this thing! It must be the ruler of this land!-" Tanjiro says before getting cut off by the train moving. "The train! Get your friends Tanjiro, we need to get on it." Tanjiro nods, running to get his friends and running after the train with you ahead, jumping on the train you helped the others up.

"Few! That was a close one!" You nod and walk in the first carriage of the train, almost getting blown away by the "UMAIS" you hear, walking towards the loud voice you see the flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku. You walk towards him, Tanjiro following close behind you like a lost puppy, the flame Hashira looks up to see you sitting across from him and Tanjiro sitting next to him.

"Well hello!" You still almost get blown away by how loud this man was, replying with a simple but sweet "Hello" back, you all were just talking to each other since you all wanted to get to know each other a little bit more, you not wanting to make friends incase you lose them because of....

STUPID, OH STUPID DEMONS!

You choose to ignore that dumb rule and just get over that dumb fear you had, but just for now... You would make sure no one will get hurt... "And what breathing style do you have (Name)-chan!" Tanjiro nods, like he is agreeing with the flame Hashira that revealed his name to them, telling them it was Kyojuro Rengoku. "... I have Sakura breathing.. They're my favorite flower, I tried to get trained by the love Hashira, Miss. Kanroji, but I wasn't able to do it so that both inspired me, she also said you were her sensei, correct?" You look at Kyojuro. "Yes, that is correct! She has very hard flexibility training I heard, am I correct?" "Mhm, that's where I got my flexibility from!" Tanjiro looks at you then at Kyojuro, seeing that they were close, wondering if they knew each other but can't remember each other, which wouldn't make sense because he had fiery hair and you could recognize it from anywhere and you had (Hair color) with light hot pink tips at the ends, so that couldn't be it... You both knew the same person for a while so maybe that could be it? Or you both either are very kind to people, yeah, those two must be the reason.

"Impressive! Would you say your flexibility would be close to Kanroji-sans?" "Hm... Miss. Kanroji did say my flexibility was probably better then hers, but I think she was just being nice." "I'm sure she was meaning both of those things (Name)-chan!" You were caught of guard and noticed he called you "(Name)-chan" before and you JUST noticed it, your face was a fiery emerald pink color, making Kyojuro laugh. "You are just like what Kanroji-san descripted!" "M-miss. Kanroji told you about me?!" "Yes! She said that you were easily flustered like when you got your demon slayer outfit!" You finally notice your demon slayer outfit and then go red like a tomato. "I- .." You look down at the floor, more flustered then before, being alone most of the time kept you from understanding what love was, Mitsuri told you all she knows, which was hard to understand but randomly you feel it to her sensei?! This is a whole crazy start to meeting the flame Hashira... "Well, young Kamado, what breathing style do you have?" "I have water breathing and Hinokami Kagura!" "How interesting, two breathing techniques, is that even possible?" Kyojuro has a confused look on his face, wondering how that is even possible.

"But I do believe you Tanjiro-kun!" "I believe you with all my heart!" Tanjiro smiles, glad that you have that much trust in him, even though he is a minor and you are 18 it's nice to know that though. "Same here young Kamado!" Making you wonder if it was wrong to like your sensei's sensei, which is very confusing in a way... But you just were that type of person that over thinks to much. "So what color of Nichirin blades? Because mine is a hot light pink!" You smile, making Kyojuro feel all weird and tingly inside. "I have black!-" You started to say that you've never heard about it before. "I have red!" You already expected it to be a fiery color, since he is the flame Hashira after all. But just before they could start another conversation the train conductor came and stamping the tickets, but he looked.... Weird in a good but bad way. But when Tanjiro gave him his.... The lights start to flicker. You quickly open your eyes. "Thank you... Very much..." You quickly stood up and so did Kyojuro after he said that. "Conductor! Apologizes for the sword! But there is a reason so please keep at a safe distance!" Then the lights start to flicker again, making you look around the train, making sure the demon didn't come out and do a sneak attack on anyone. You were to distracted after a couple of seconds, then a demon appears at the door of the carriage. Zenitsu screams for a second then you lift him up off the ground. "AN ANGEL!" Zenitsu screams, making you laugh to keep him distracted, the demon started to stand up. "What a giant, did you use a blood demon art? It was difficult to detect you. Know this, you bare your fangs at the innocent, I will see your bone turn to ache. With my light red blade of fire!" Kyojuro takes his katana out. The demon roared at him, making you almost fall over by the impact. "Flame breathing: First form: UNKNOWING FIRE!"  Kyojuro dashes towards the target at tremendous speeds, before unleashing a singular horizontal slash directed at the targets neck for a decapitation. Kyojuro breaks the door down into the other carriage, after cutting the demons head off. Tanjiro and you were amazed at how quick a Hashira can kill a demon. "Amazing.. And with a single slice..." You look at the passengers, to make sure they weren't having a panic attack or something like that. "There is still one more... Come with me!" Kyojuro runs through the carriages, you and Tanjiro following close behind, holding your Nichirin blade and Tanjiro holding his, "ALRIGHT!" Inosuke says, following behind. "HEY DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" Zenitsu says, now following as well. Then the lights start to flicker again.

People screaming and running towards the next carriage. Seeing a demon that was in the middle of the carriage. 'Hmph! I can do better then that!' You pout, snapping back to reality. There was still one man, seated, the demon lunges one of his long hands at him, he quickly moved out the way thank goodness.. But the demon moved and roared in his face. You look at him with a angry smile on your face. "I'm sorry but... This will be the last day of your demon adventure, trying to become an Upper or Lower moon, why would they pick you?~ It's obvious that if you tried to fight one!~ ... You'd die in a second!~ But I will make sure that doesn't happen... So! Say hi to Satan for me!~" Which makes the others have a shiver down their spines. Kyojuro snaps back to reality and gets the man out of the way. "You'll be safe in the back" "Now go!" The demon lunges towards you, so you do the same, he lifts his long hand up, trying to attack you from above, but he should have known she was taught by one of the second girl Hashira, and that never goes to waist for that tittle. "Sakura breathing: ... Third form: .... Sakura bloodshed!" You lung towards the demon after dodging the long hand, making a shower of blood drops with Sakura flowers inside, having love heart shaped petals and flames covering the blood drops, making a distraction from the demon to look at the flames floating in the air, you take this chance to cut it's head off. The demon starts to turn into ashes, you put your blade in it's sheave, Tanjiro was the first to speak. "Woah... THAT WAS TOTALLY COOL (NAME)-SAN! TALK ABOUT genius GENIUS SWORDPLAY! TEACH ME HOW YOU BECAME SO STRONG AND DO THAT!" You smile at him, making Kyojuro think about the future with you. If you became a Hashira. "Very well then! I'll teach you the things I did and what you can do to become that strong!" "CAN I JOIN?!" "YEAH ME TOO!" You'd only giggle at the desperation they had in their voices, making you miss your family a lot more... Tanjiro had the personality of your twin brother... Asa... Inosuke had the personality of your little brother... Ren.. And Zenitsu had the personality of your little sister.. Masako... You missed them a lot. But you always hid the fear and sadness on your face, no matter what... "I'll be willing to teach you all!" "YOU'RE AWESOME (NAME)!" They say, flying around like fairies. Kyojuro walks over to you. "(Name)-chan? Have you ever thought of becoming a Hashira?" Your eyes widen at the question, then you become flustered again. "W-well... I have really... But I just don't know at the same time... It's like I want to take that step but... But it just won't let me move anymore... But to answer your question; yes, yes I have...!" You look at the ground mumbling about stuff, you had the same personality as Mitsuri, since she was like a big sister to you. Kyojuro laughs at how flustered you'd get even at a simple question, making you get even more flustered. "Would you two be lovey dovey somewhere else?! It's sad to see I don't have a chance with Angel-chan!" You get even more flustered, then realize he didn't even know your age- ".... I'm 18-" Zenitsu looks at you then at Kyojuro. "YOU LUCKY ASS MAN! YOU GET A LADY THAT WILL TREAT YOU LIKE A KING! I BET YOU BOTH WILL HAVE A BIG ASS FAMILY, JUST WHAT I WANTEDDDDD!!!" You get so flustered that you almost faint, luckily Kyojuro caught you just in time. "Hah- Very funny young Agatsuma, but I don't even have a chance with (Name)-chan!" "SEE YOU ARE EVEN CALLING THEM (NAME)-CHAN, YOU DO HAVE A CHANCE!" You start to blush even more at the fact that he said that he doesn't have a chance with you, and out of all the people that were being so perverted to you, he really did have a big, big, BIG percent of actually getting with you. "Y-yeah guys, maybe stop? Looks like if we keep carrying on (Name)-san will end up fainting..." Tanjiro says, helping Kyojuro keep you on your feet. Then the lights start to flicker again. Next you were asleep next to Kyojuro... In a deep slumber, not being able to wake up...

A worker was running, crying in fact, then falls to his knees. "As ordered! I put them all to sleep sir! Now please, do the same to me as well, won't you? Let me be reunited with my dead wife and daughter, please, I'm begging you." The man cries. "Certainly." A hand drops down. "You did a fine job" "Now sleep forever" The man falls on the ground. "Dream that you are with your family again." The hand turns around to the girl. "Pardon me" "What would you like from us?" "Those who are sleeping will sink even deeper." "Wait here until then" "Although one of the demon hunters does grab my attention, she goes by the name (Name) (Last name), she has (Hair color) and hot light pink tips, and one eye is (Eye color) and the other in the same shade of the got light pink tips. Make sure nothing happens to her." "But some demon hunters will sometimes wake unexpectedly from sensing a demon. So be very careful when you are tying them up, that you do not directly touch their bodies, I must remain in the first car for the time being, 'til everything's ready to go, good luck." "You all want peaceful dreams as well, don't you?" The hand looks at all of them. "Yes."

You were in your bed, asleep for some weird reason... But... It isn't the bed Miss. Kanroji gave you... It was the one your mom and dad provided you when they were alive... You quickly shot up from your bed, running to your own bathroom, looking in the mirror you backed up slowly into a wall. "N-no... This has got to be fake!..." You start crying, curled up in a ball, you shared a room with your twin brother, Asa, he knocked on the door since he can hear you crying from a mile away. "Nee-san? You okay in there? I hear you crying, do you want me to get Ma and Pa? Is it okay if I come in?" Your eyes start to shake from happiness but sadness, happiness since you thought it was all a nightmare, your family dying was a nightmare after all huh? But you were also sad because you would have never met the man of your dreams... It was all to confusing for your brain to handle. "I-I'm okay, and you can come in if you want..." Asa opens the door slowly, looking at your terrified face and bloody scars... "OH GOSH! ARE YOU OKAY NEE-SAN?! I'LL GET MA AND PA, WAIT HERE!" You looked at him with tears streaming down your face, you stood up to look at yourself... Seeing this is the time when you... When you tried to kill yourself for looking like... Well.. You.... You always felt insecure about your eyes... Your hair... It was all shock and being terrified, you just had to try and do it, get rid of your misery of being called "Weird" or a "Freak" you weren't those things at all! You were beautiful, you just did know it yet... "NEE-SAN, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO YOURSELF! ALL THOSE NAMES ARE JUST TRYING TO MAKE YOU DO THIS, THEY ARE JUST JEALOUS OF YOUR BEAUTY!" "Yes, I agree with your brother, (Nickname), you shouldn't do this to yourself! It's just them being jealous over your beautiful eyes, beautiful hair and beautiful body...!" Your mom takes out the medical kit, patching up those cuts on you... But that wasn't the main reason... When you'd go outside, you lived in a village of perverted men... Some were at least... And those men mostly picked on you for your personality being too "Weak" and being to "Easy". Which was half true, but you didn't want to think about that right now, you just needed to forget about all of this, and move on, make sure that none of this will happen again, you had the mind of a 18 year old, not a 14-15 year old anymore, you kept all of those tips you got from Mitsuri in your mind. "I-I'm sorry... I was just... I- It's not that reason fully..." "Oh? Then what is it (Nickname)?" You take a deep breath. "I-I was getting harassed by these perverted men in the village... They called me weak and easy, just because of my personality..." Your mom and dad got very mad, telling Asa to take you to the living room, wrap you up in blankets, give you some books and some food, and comfort you. Of course he listened straight away-... But before that he gave you a tiny little comfort lecture- "B-but Aniue!" Your brother looks at you with the motherly like face he has most of the time. "No buts! There will be NO dating any boy or girl!" "B-but I will be lonely!" You frown, looking at your brother with puppy eyes, but then realize... You would have already been in 'reality' already, but what did you have to do to wake up was the real question...

"Ah~ My (Name)-chan starting to realize this is all fake?~ Well then they must do it quicker!" The demon opens his eyes to reveal the rank in his eyes, "Lower moon one". " I have to get to the corner of this dream" They all had a flashback to the hand explaining about his blood demon art. "The dream world I show them isn't infinite. It's circular, with the dreamer presiding at the center. The realm of the subconscious, exist just out side the dream... Where you'll find the spiritual core. That's what you must destroy. Once you do that, the owner of the dream will cease to be." The girl stopped having the flashback, holding her hands out to feel the corner of the dream, until she feels it. "I found it! Even though I can see further I can't move beyond this." The girl says. pulling out the thing she was told to use. "I'll destroy her spiritual core as soon as possible." The girl stabs the end of the dream. "And then I'll get to experience a happy dream myself!" The girl finally opens it but to her shock, she saw pink clouds, pink moons, pink flowers, pink stars and pink everything that could be seen from the outside or inside that is healthy, the girl slowly walks in, to be greeted by a flower trail. "This is her "Realm of the subconscious"? All this pink... It's... Unusual if I do say... I've got to hurry though!" The girl runs through the flowers, feeling like she was in her normal life again... When she was little. You start to move a little while you were still asleep, feeling this weird... Well... Weird like someone is gonna figure out her past, but Kyojuro holds you in place, to be honest! If you were not fully asleep like this, you would probably wake up in seconds, feeling flustered about sleeping on his shoulder. While the girl was running she saw this ever so lonely red, bloodied flower, but kept going. The girl turned around to see the spiritual core, just floating there, ever so peacefully. "There it is, the spiritual core." "I've never seen a pink one before... All I have to do now is, destroy this!" The girl tries to stab the spiritual core, but Sakura petals start to surround her. You quickly kick her over, and pin her to the ground with your Nichirin blade. The girl starts to cough, dropping the weapon, not being able to move, at least it wasn't as brutal as when Kyojuro was holding the other girl by the neck. "I thought that humans weren't able to move, while they were under a spell like this!" "What kind of thing is she using to keep me down?!" You were going to the 'toilet' but instead you were going to figure out a way to escape this ... Dream, to be honest it is an lovely dream, nothing bad is happening...- Or at least not yet... You jumped out the window, running towards the outside of the garden, you looked around until you saw... Mitsuri?! How was she in this dream?! "M-miss. Kanroji! H-how are you here?!" Mitsuri looked at you, with a sad smile on her face. "(Name), I know how much you hated yourself when you were younger, so this would have been easy if you knew about this is the past, but... The only way you can get out is if he let's you out or... You kill yourself, there is no way you would be able to do the first option... I'm so sorry (Name).... I will be waiting for you at home..." Mitsuri disappears after that. "... She is right, it would have been easy when I was younger... But forget about that (Name)! Keep yourself focused! Make sure you do it and not cower away..." You breath heavily, holding your OWN Nichirin blade to kill yourself... You held it next to your leg... Then... You chop it off... You fall you the ground in pain, screaming and crying until you run out of breath... And get out the dream...

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So Far Away AU Part3

Chapter 2: New Start

During their journey to the Haven Academy, Jaune couldn’t understand why Qrow bothered to get drunk. Back in his hometown, he had seen many people get drunk and had their lives and their families destroyed by it. His father used to indulge in alcohol from time to time, but he remembers that he was always in control. Weiss’ mother was an alcoholic too. Alcohol was a poison Jaune never wanted to indulge in and yet here he was sipping it away at the bar, realizing why a person indulged in alcohol.

With every sip he took, he felt himself numb to what he was feeling. With every single swig he took, he found himself numb to the world. Jaune was not a lightweight, but he was also not someone who identified in the opposite spectrum. The hustle and bustle of the bar served as a soothing drone, but it was not hypnotizing enough to send him to a slumber.

“So what now?” Ren asks and at this moment Jaune looks up and remembers that he was not alone at the bar. Ren and Nora were here as well with him at the small table they had occupied. While he and Ren indulged themselves with a whisky on the rocks, Nora bothered herself to get a beer. Qrow was here as well, tucked away in a corner, drinking water which half surprised Jaune. Ilia, Sun, Coco, Velvet, and Neptune were huddled at one of the bigger tables, softly talking and from the expression they had on their face, the knight deduced that it was not a lively discussion. Neo, just like Qrow, occupied another corner, and Emerald and Mercury were seen at the counter, talking away.

What surprised Jaune more was the sight of Winter. Considering the history of alcohol in her family, Jaune expected her to be one of those people who despised alcohol. Well, he knew Weiss loathed it. But here she was, sitting at the counter, drinking the wine away, albeit in moderation.

“About what?” Jaune asks while taking a sip of his whisky.

“You know, fearless leader… what do you plan to do?” Nora asks while running her finger on the rim of her glass.

“What do you plan to do?” Jaune asks as he places his glass gently on the table. With the direction this conversation seemed to go, it was better if he remained sober. 

Nora and Ren look at each other and an unspoken agreement happens between them. They look at their leader and for a second, they hesitate to say what they had on their mind. Ren unconsciously cracks his knuckles and Nora starts rubbing her palms. Sensing their hesitation, Jaune gives them a gentle smile and says, “Before you say what you guys want to do, just remember that, whatever decision you take, whatever path you choose, I will always support you”.

The duo straighten their backs a bit as soon as Jaune says that as if a huge weight was lifted off their shoulder, and Ren looks at Nora to which the red-head woman nods. The man nods and then he looks at his leader and says, “I and Nora are planning to quit being huntsmen. We want to go back to Kuroyuri and rebuild it”.

Judging by how worried they looked right now, it was safe for Jaune to assume that he looked flabbergasted. He didn’t expect that. He didn’t mind them doing this, he just didn’t see it coming. Not even once did Nora nor Ren talk about Kuroyuri, so he was blindsided by their decision. Maybe the saying that war changes everything was true in every sense.

“We have been around the block, asking anyone who wants to join us. We have a good number. We thought if you don’t have anything going on, maybe you could come with us”, Nora says, a bit of hesitance in her voice.

A small smile grew on Jaune’s face. Even in tough times, they were thinking about him. Sure, he did have plans. He was planning to confess to Ruby and if it went well, maybe take her to his hometown to meet his parents who he didn’t see for a long time. Maybe meet Taiyang as well and ask for his blessing. Then get married and settle down. He and Ruby would continue to be huntsmen, but he would retire early to take care of the kids. 

But now, Ruby is gone. So most of his plans were down the drain and thus he had to begin from square one. Sure the offer Nora and Ren were giving was tempting, but he didn’t see himself going with them. They needed their privacy. They needed their space to grow and him being there would intrude that space and it didn’t sit well with Jaune.

He replies, “I’m happy that you are considering me in your future. But I must stop you right there. There are things I want to do and I won’t be able to do if I decide to join you guys”. 

“Do we have the right to know those things?” Ren hesitantly asks.

Jaune’s eyes soften a bit as he replies, “It’s been 26 years since I saw my parents. I fought with my Dad before I came to Beacon. I did talk to Mom but after the fall of Beacon, we fell out of touch. The last person from my family that I had talked with was Saphron and that was ages ago. Now, after everything that has happened, I think it is time to go back home and be there for my family. Also, Crocea Mors can’t go back to its rightful place if I don’t go back home”.

“Where exactly is your home, Jaune?” Nora asks.

“It's a small town in Vale by the name of Ansel”, Jaune replies.

“But didn’t Vale get destroyed?” Nora asks.

“The main city got destroyed, but places in the countryside like Patch, Ansel, and Strot are relatively safe. Also, my town has its fair share of good huntsmen”, the blonde replies.

“But do you have to go? You can still come with us and visit them once in a while right? Maybe you could…” Nora starts but Ren cuts her off by placing his hand on her shoulder. She looks at him and he just shakes his head. The knight understood where Nora was coming from. Her own experience related to her mother might have made her assume that his family might be the same. 

But Jaune knew well. He might have shared differences with his father but over the years, he has come to know why his father never bothered to train him. His mother was on the passive side but she always meant well. And then there were his sisters. He fought with them, he argued with them but he also loved them. You can’t forget about family just because you have one difference with them.

But at the same time, he was nervous. As he said before, it has been 26 years since he had seen them. The scroll which he had with him when he fell into Ever After, was lost in the unknown. It contained everything about his family and friends. The memories it held in it were lost forever to the blackness of the void. It has been so long that he even struggles to remember how they even look. He is also scared of the fact that anything could happen to them during these years.

“We understand, Jaune. You should go back to your family and regarding Kuroyuri, I believe you can visit us from time to time”, Ren says with a small reassuring smile. Did Ren sense the dilemma Jaune was going through in his mind? The knight had no idea. But knowing that he had his back brought ease to his soul.

“Yeah… you can do that!” Nora chimes in.

“That seems like a good alternative”, Jaune replies with a smile and as he picks up his glass, he asks, “So when are you two leaving?”

Ren shrugs his shoulders in reply and says, “Since it's a big group, it might take some time for us to prepare. If I have to give an exact number, maybe in three to four weeks”. Jaune simply nods.

“When are you leaving, Jaune?” Nora asks.

Jaune shrugs his shoulders as he replies, “I don’t know… maybe in a week. I don’t have much stuff to carry. Tomorrow, I was planning to get in contact with one of the Bullhead pilots and ask the place where he could drop me. Then get some stuff sorted out”.

“Only a week! I thought we had enough time to hang out”, Nora groans to which both Jaune and Ren let out a chuckle. 

The knight reaches out to pat the short woman’s head and says, “If it makes you feel better, I’m not sure whether I will be leaving early. As far as I know, the flight towards Vale might not occur this early. So if I get lucky, I might be around for a few more days”.

“But there is also a chance the flight might be in three days! What if there is one tomorrow?” Nora asks with concern.

Jaune smiles and replies, “Well, if that is the case then I guess I will miss that flight and wait for another”.

“You know… why can’t you wait till we leave for Kuroyuri!? That way we have plenty of time to spend!” Nora suggests.

“Nora…” Ren chastises her.

The knight couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “Well, that is something I can’t do. You guys would be busy with the preparations. So it's better if I get myself out of the way”.

“You are never in the way, Jaune”, Ren immediately replies in an offended tone.

The blonde takes a sip and with a grin on his face, he replies, “I know, Ren. I know”. A moment of silence grows among them and his eyes gaze back into his glass. In one big sip, he empties the glass and then he says, “Well, I will take my leave then”.

“You’re leaving?” Ren asks with genuine concern.

“I'm drained, man. I just want to sleep”, he replies and both of them understand.

They nod in synchrony and the short red-haired woman reaches out and hugs the knight. She then looks at her partner, who just nods and goes to hug them. They held onto each other for what felt like an eternity. None of them wanted to let go. It took Jaune all of his restraint to let go.

“Good night, fearless leader”, Nora beams.

“Good night, Jaune”, Ren says with a soft smile on his face.

“Good night guys”, Jaune replies as he walks out of the bar into the cold winds of the Vacuan night.

The night was beautiful but Jaune was not in the mood to savor it. Even with the presence of the shattered moon and stars, he seldom felt at ease. The local huntsmen were patrolling the camps. Just because Salem was dead, it didn’t mean that the Grimm would rest. After all, they existed before her. Her presence in this world acted as a control and now… since she was gone, they were back to their instinctual predation. The huntsmen were on their toes patrolling day and night.

Some waved at him as he walked past them and he returned the gesture in kind. He was acquainted with a few of them. Having Aura Amp as his semblance meant that he was in high demand. Sometimes they would reach out to him in the middle of the night to help and the knight would oblige. At least he could be helpful now, but also left him with little time to mourn. Jaune couldn’t help but shudder to imagine how these guys would fare after his departure. He was half convinced to stay back just to treat these people, but he had to stop himself. They were in this business knowing that their death was part of their main course… he can’t save everyone.

Pondering, Jaune enters the area where the refugees are camping. The sight of him brought smiles to the eyes of the children who were awake and they would rush to him asking about how his day was. The knight liked children a lot. Their smile eased him and it also made him work hard. This is not the place a child should be, yet here they were. The guilt that was present in his heart, rears its ugly head and worms its way into his mind. 

This was a newly built settlement. The last settlement where people from Atlas were camping was attacked overnight by Salem in the early days of the war. That skirmish took the lives of many people, including Weiss’ mother and brother. Many children died that day. Weiss and Winter were never the same after Willow and Whitley's death. There were times when Jaune would hear Weiss cry in the night, but he never dared to approach her, and that made him feel worse. She had helped him recover and he couldn’t help her back then and he can’t help her now.

The children would accompany him to his tent and they would say their goodbyes and be on their merry way. Jaune’s tent was not big but it was also not small. It was enough to room three people with beds and he used to share this space with Oscar and Qrow. It had enough space to hold a small portable stove in between and it was high enough for Jaune to stand up straight. But these days it is quite different. Oscar’s bed was neatly folded away and given to someone who needed it more than them. Qrow rarely appears back, so Jaune is mostly alone. 

The knight flops down on his bed and he unbuckles his sword from his waist. His eyes get drawn by the small moths that are hovering around his camp light and he is drawn to it. Today was a very long day and he was exhausted. The stove was warming the camp enough to make it cozy and Jaune slowly got rid of the coat he was wearing. As he folded the coat to act as his makeshift pillow, he sensed someone standing outside his tent.

“Jaune, are you awake?” a voice asks and Jaune immediately recognizes who the person is.

“Winter? Yes, I’m awake”, Jaune replies and the flaps of the tent open to reveal Winter. Prim and proper, but she seemed quite hesitant to enter.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you”, Winter asks standing at the entrance.

Jaune smiles and says, “No! You were not. Please make yourself comfortable”. The military officer takes up the offer the knight made and sits on the Qrow’s bed. While she was making herself comfortable, Jaune took this moment to study her. 

She had no sway in her movement, it meant she was sober. The way she appeared at his tent, meant that she followed him from the bar. The way she was hesitant to enter, explained to Jaune that she was not here for pleasantries. It was at this moment, Jaune knew very well that Winter came to him to discuss.

“How is life treating you, Jaune?” Winter asks as an ice-breaker.

Jaune shrugs his shoulders in indifference as he replies, “Same thing, different day. Nothing new. How are you?”

Winter lets out a sigh as she says, “Same here. Still trying to get used to not having my powers, but other than that, just like you said, nothing new”.

As soon as the explosion that claimed the lives of Ruby and others occurred, Winter lost her maiden powers. From what Jaune knew, the powers of maidens came from Ozpin. Since Oscar was dead now, it would make sense that he would reincarnate, but this time Salem was dead for good, which means that Ozpin’s hell also came to an end and thus the maiden power, which was his essence, also vanished. Winter was not overly sad about losing the powers if it meant that Salem was slain for good.

“And how is the search coming together?” Jaune asks.

“Yeah… about that. We are still looking. The Grimm concentration has gone down due to what Dr. Polendina calls the residual energy left by Ruby’s silver eyes, but it won’t stay for long. We have to find the relics as soon as possible”, Winter replies.

Jaune nods in agreement and replies, “Well, it's a good thing that we have the relic of destruction”.

“We have to thank Ruby for holding onto that”, Winter says and suddenly she sensed the knight’s mood go down into a spiral. The soldier had an inkling of how much Ruby meant to him. Her sister had given her enough hints regarding that. But seeing the knight so heartbroken saddened Winter a lot. He was a good man. He had suffered enough. So, she decides to steer the conversation in the direction she intended to at the beginning.

“I got a word from the hospital. They told me that Weiss would be fit for discharge in a week. She would still be hooked up to oxygen and IVs but we can take her away”, Winter says.

Jaune’s mood brightens up immediately and with glee, he exclaims, “That’s great news, Winter! I’m happy for you”. 

It causes the white-haired woman to smile but her mood drops and says, “It is good news, but I’m not sure about this, Jaune”.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me anything, Winter”, the knight asks.

“Jaune, as you know, my hands are tied. As much as I want to make Weiss my main priority, it's… it's just that I don’t trust anyone enough to find the relics and not use them for their gain. Headmaster Theodore is a good man, but I want to be there when we find those relics. I also don’t have enough trust in a stranger to take care of Weiss in my place. And not to forget, I hate to be that person, but this is not the place I want Weiss to be in as she recovers”, Winter laments as she leans forward, using her knees as support.

Jaune understood where her concerns came from. Vacuo, while it was kind enough to let the refugees live, the natives wouldn’t hesitate to abandon them when the chances of survival come into play. The Vacuan arms were open to anyone who was able to survive the harsh conditions and the refugees were mere civilians who were thrust into this war. He had heard a passing rumor about how few of them were planning to make a trip to East Sanus and Anima. Some were even contemplating to travel as far as Solitas and Menagerie. This was not a place you would have someone like Weiss stay.

But there was something that bothered Jaune a lot. The way Winter hesitated to find words after what she had just said, the way she refused to look into his eyes said that there was more she wanted to say. He doesn’t say a word, allowing all the time he could spare for Winter to articulate her thoughts.

“At the bar, I overheard you saying that you were planning to move back to your family”, Winter starts, looking a bit guilty.

“I am”, Jaune confirms.

“Jaune, what Ansel is like?” Winter asks.

The knight was taken aback by the question his friend’s sister posed. The only person he had divulged about his hometown was Ruby and it was during their trip to Haven Academy. To hear someone ask about it… it was new.

Racking his blurry memories, Jaune replies, “It’s a small town in Vale. It has a lot of farms and vineyards. We don’t live near the sea, but the rivers make up for it. It doesn’t get too hot in summer and it doesn’t get too cold in winter. Once in a while, the snow sticks. The people are friendly and we do have a good number of huntsmen protecting the town”.

Winter nods and in a hesitant voice, she asks, “So is it a good place for Weiss to recover?”

“Definitely! It is a great place for anyone who wants to settle down”, Jaune replies absently. 

The soldier bites her lips as if she was contemplating what to say next. She looked at him, and Jaune could easily say that she was being hesitant.

“Winter, is there something you want to say?” Jaune asks with a small smile on his face. This causes the white-haired woman to be surprised, but in the end, she just lets out a sigh. She remains quiet for a while, and then she takes a deep breath and looks into the knight’s eyes directly.

“There is something I wanted to ask. It’s more of a request”, Winter starts and she pauses for a second. She takes in one more breath and asks, “Will you take Weiss with you?”

Jaune didn’t see that coming. To be honest, he expected something along the lines of staying here which he was about to decline. But taking Weiss with him… that had never occurred to him. Why would it occur? Weiss, at best, was a good friend. He used to have romantic feelings for her in the past, but he outgrew it. And now, her sister is asking him to take her with him to his home.

“Winter, do you even realize what you are talking about?” Jaune asks while trying his best to keep his voice in check.

“I know what I just said, Jaune”, was the reply Winter gave.

“Why me? Just a moment ago you told me that you don’t trust a stranger to look after Weiss! What made you think that I am the right man for the job!?” the blonde knight asks in bewilderment.

“You are not a stranger, Jaune”, Winter starts in a gentle voice, which was quite rare to hear from her. She takes his hands in hers and says, “Weiss never considered you a stranger. As far as I know, she considered you as someone more than a friend. You are Weiss’ family”.

This causes the words to get stuck in Jaune’s throat. He… He had no arguments against that. He remains quiet as the elder Schnee sister continues to say, “You might be wondering why I chose you. It's because I know very well that you would do everything in your power to care for her. Nora and Ren will travel back to Kuroyuri to rebuild it and they won’t be able to look after her. I don’t know others well enough to know how they were with my sister. But you Jaune… I know you well. You never shirked away from responsibility and I feel at ease when she is with you”.

She continues to say, “And you just explained what Ansel was like. With how peaceful it sounds, I believe that place is the best place for Weiss to recover”.

“What if… what if screw up?” Jaune asks hesitantly. He would do that. Things never go right when it comes to him. If Winter was trusting Jaune enough, she should also know what she was getting into.

“You won’t. I know you enough to know that you won’t fail”, Winter says but Jaune doesn’t look convinced enough.

“I don’t know about that, Winter. It's a huge risk we are taking here”, the knight says.

“Then how about this? With things I have going on for me right now, it would take at least a year for me to wrap up. How about you just look after her for a year, and then I will move to Ansel and take her from your hands?” Winter suggested and Jaune took a moment to go through what she had just said. A year didn’t seem long enough. But if Winter says that it would take her a year to dig up the other relics, then it would be better if he is around Weiss for that time.

“Jaune. You are the only person I trust. I beg you to take Weiss away from here. My little sister has suffered enough. I don’t want her to be in pain any longer”, Winter states with tears in her eyes, and that is something Jaune doesn’t want to see.

“Ok”, Jaune replies, which causes the white-haired woman to look at him. “I will take her with me. Just… Please don’t cry. You can rest assured that she will be cared for”, he says as the soldier moves in for a hug. It was not an intimate one. He could feel how exhausted Winter was and he could imagine how good it must have felt for her to have this weight lighten up a bit. He didn’t have anything to do in his life. He couldn’t save his friends. He couldn’t save Ruby. But if he can seek some sort of satisfaction and redemption by taking care of Weiss, then he shall take this chance.

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“Did you get everything you needed?” Winter asks as she walks Jaune towards the Atlesian Cargo plane. 

“Yep!” Jaune says with a slightly upbeat voice.

“Your driving license?”

“In my pocket

“Weiss’ medical reports?”

“In my bag”.

“Medicines?”

“In Weiss’ bag along with her clothes and her stuff”.

“Myrtenaster?”

“Perfectly polished and in the car”.

“Crocea Mors?”

This causes Jaune to pause in his stride. He looks at the elder Schnee sister and with a deadpan expression on his face, he asks, “Winter… did you seriously expect me to forget about my weapon?”

She raises her hands in exasperation and says, “Weiss told me that while you were competent in some things, you are also absent-minded in other things”.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Weiss”, Jaune mutters to himself as both of them walk into the cargo bay where the car Winter had acquired for him was parked. It was a top-class Atlesian Military Jeep. It had some wear and tear due to its use, but otherwise, it ran like a breeze. Its tires were secured to the floor of the plane and it held a lot of spare dust in its canisters. It was not too big, but it could hold a lot of things and right now it was holding precious cargo.

Strapped to the back of the driver seat was Weiss. She was hooked up to an IV and a portable oxygen cylinder hooked into her nasal cannula. The back seats were detached and were tied to the jeep’s roof. There were a lot of things next to the sleeping beauty. A long wooden case where her weapon was carefully stored away. There was an oxygen concentrator that Jaune was supposed to set up when the portable cylinder was not in use. A bag that had her medicine and clothes. Jaune’s rucksack was next to her bag since he had too little to carry. There were some tools and spare dust in case of an emergency.

“So it’s time, huh?” Winter says as she tears up a bit she reaches out to Weiss and kisses her forehead. She then looks at Jaune and says, “Please do take care of her and yourself. I will try to finish my job as soon as possible”.

“I will hold onto that”, Jaune says with a smile as he goes in for a hug which Winter graciously returns.

“Thank goodness we are on time”, they hear Nora exclaim and they see both Ren and Nora jog into the bay.

“Hope we are not late”, Ren pantingly says.

“You guys are just in time”, Winter says with a smile, and at that moment, Nora tackles her leader into a bear hug.

“I’m going to miss you so much, fearless leader” Nora sobs, and Jaune can’t help but smile and hug her back.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Nora”, Jaune says as he lets go and then he looks at Ren and hugs him.

“Take care of Weiss and yourself, brother. Do visit us once she recovers”, Ren says with a small smile on his face.

“Sure”, was the reply Jaune gave.

“One more thing, Jaune”, Winter says, and Jaune looks at her as she carefully rummages through the sling bag she had on her. She produces two jars and looks at them lovingly with a sad expression on her face and says, “It's Mother and Whitely. I thought it would comfort Weiss a bit if they are with her”, and she hands them over to Jaune gently. 

“I will take good care of them”, Jaune reassures Winter as he holds those jars as if his life depended on it.

“I know you will”, Winter says in a gentle tone, and at that moment horns go off. 

At first, it startled the group, and they looked around to see how everyone was gearing up. The knight looks back at the people and says, “Well I guess it's time to go”.

“I will inform you if something happens here. Just send me an update on Weiss’ health every week”, Winter says to which the blonde nods. Then all of them engulf him in a hug. It surprised him but he couldn’t hug them back since his hands were full and he returned the gesture by craning his neck over their shoulder. They held onto each other for what felt like a minute and then they let go. 

“Stay in touch”, Ren says with a smile and he drags Nora away who was waving at him madly. But Jaune knew very well how awkward Ren was. He smiles at his departing friends.

“Give me an update as soon as you reach Ansel”, says Winter.

“Sure”, Jaune replies with a smile on his face, and the white-haired woman returns in kind. She then walks away, just in time for the doors of the cargo bay to start closing. The blonde knight opens the door to the passenger seat and places the jar on it. He then looks at Weiss one last time, making sure that her ears are well covered with earbuds.

He then sits in the driver’s seat and his mind wanders. He was going to start a new chapter in his life. Weiss would be with him for a year. Till then, he would do his best to make her better and comfortable. As he felt the plane take off, he couldn’t help but get excited because Ansel was so far away.

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Nomination Overview - Fantasy AU

Let's not talk about how it took me four tries to spell "fantasy". Coffee is working slowly through me today. Another big category today, the fantasy au! We love to put our blorbos in a world with magic. Take a look at the 27 fantasy aus.

Title: Possession is Nine-Tenths Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48672985 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: sparrowpassing Relationships: Etho & Tango, Bdubs & Etho, Bdubs & Tango Characters: Tango, Etho, Bdubs Length of the work: 25,003 words Genre: Angst, AU, Fantasy AU, Modern AU Type: Fic Summary: Tango is a demon just trying to get by. Etho is a hunter trying to save his best friend. Kidnapping, gardening, and a friendship that could have been.

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Title: through a glass divine Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44042124 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: bonesandthebees Relationships: Wilbur & Tommy, Wilbur & Phil, Wilbur & Niki, Wilbur & Quackity, Tommy & Jack Manifold Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Niki, Jack Manifold, Technoblade, Quackity, Schlatt, Eret Length of the work: 260,255 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Drama, Family, Found Family, Cyberpunk AU Type: Fic Summary: Wilbur is an oracle known as the Pythia, chosen to receive dreams of the future from the goddess Clara. One day, he receives a dream warning him that during a ball Emperor Schlatt is hosting, the Deathlings—terrorists who worship the goddess of Death—will launch an attack. When his warning goes ignored, he knows there's going to be consequences. He doesn't expect one of those consequences to include him getting kidnapped by a teenager. aka, a cyberpunk fantasy fusion au with lots of religious trauma

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Title: swimming out beyond the breakers Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47573503 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Odaigahara Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson Characters: Technoblade, Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot Length of the work: 3,579 words Genre: Canon-Divergent, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU Type: Fic Summary: “Do you have a mind?” the kid asked at once, landing close to Techno’s tail where he couldn’t reach. He had tapering white wings, a smattering of feathers in his blond hair. “Speak now or forever hold your peace if you do, man, ‘cause if you’re feral that’s a fucking issue. A concern, one might say. Considering you’re a shark and all.” The kid cocked his head, and Techno noticed belatedly that his eyes were heterochromatic: one was blue, but the other was this odd pale-green, lined yellow around the lids, like– “Oh my god, I’m being talked to by a seagull,” Techno said in abject despair. “This is it, the worst case scenario. I’m gonna get eaten by a dude who steals ice cream cones out of toddlers’ hands.”

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Title: Lamplight AU  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3222111 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: skelew Relationships: Martyn & Ren, some non-canon works with Martyn/Ren  Characters: Martyn, Ren  Length of the work: 47,633 words (incomplete series) Genre: Angst, AU, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Friendship Type: Fic Series Summary: Welcome to Lamplight, a DnD/Fantasy Third/Last Life Renchanting AU. Ren is a god stuck in the form of living fire. Martyn is his sole follower. Martyn and Ren help free one another from imprisonment by the Watchers and are now traveling the world on a two-man adventure of fond companionship and occasional arson.

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Title: How to Survive Suburbia  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2675548 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: hallmarked_error Relationships: Ranboo & Tubbo Characters: Tubbo, Ranboo Length of the work: 6,902 words Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Horror, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU Type: Fic Series Summary: Series: An urban fantasy au partially inspired by HGK477, composed of a series of interconnected one-shots set somewhere in suburbia. Fics take place in the same universe but can be read as stand-alone works. How To Befriend The Monster Underneath Your Bed: Befriending the monster under your bed has always been a risky affair. Tubbo knows this, and knows you either do it right or you die. This is how he attempts to increase his chances of friendship Christmas Eve: Tubbo is thirteen-and-two days old and he is alone on Christmas Eve. He does what any other kid would in his situation - visit a graveyard.

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Title: demon au  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39815271 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: silverwing15 Relationships: TommyInnit & Philza , Philza & Technoblade & Wilbur Soot Characters: tommyinnit, philza, technoblade, wilbur soot Length of the work: 38,206 words Genre: AU, Dark Fic, Fantasy AU, Found Family Type: Fic Summary: Angels are weird bastards. Tommy’s been with this one for a couple days now and they’ve been the strangest days of his life. Usually his life is actually pretty calm. He hides, he sleeps, he tries to find food, if he does find it, he gorges himself and then finds another place to sleep and hide. Sure there are terrifyingly intense moments where someone else looking for food finds him, but those are actually pretty rare occasions. Before all this he’d only really encountered about fifty or so near death experiences, and he figures that’s pretty good for surviving three years as a runt. All of this whole ‘belonging to an angel’ thing is weird as fuck and sometimes Tommy is half tempted to leave. But as strange as it is its…not bad. He got his fucking wings back. And his tail. And he gets to sleep somewhere safe and comfortable whenever he’s tired. He doesn’t have to go out hunting for carcasses to scavenge from, Phil has his endless food supply that he happily feeds Tommy from whenever he demands it.

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Title: One Long Season of Waiting Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42741399/chapters/107375079 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Anonymous Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Wilbur, Quackity/Eret, Quackity/Techno, Quackity/Philza, Quackity/Foolish, Quackity/Wilbur/Eret/Techno/Foolish/Philza Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Wilbur, Techno, Eret, Philza, Foolish Length of the work: 490,718 words Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse, Romance, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Polyamory was a relatively new development in the world of nobility, but when the emperor was looking to add another consort to his flock, it was Quackity’s job to ensure that Schlatt was the one chosen for the position. As the duke of one of the four major duchies of the Antarctic Empire, Schlatt was a political powerhouse for sure, and Quackity couldn’t be more proud of his protector. All they had to do was get through the consort trials and then Schlatt would be in, and Quackity could continue to support his partner from the shadows, where he could be safe and protected. Of course, there is a chance the plan devolved almost immediately upon execution, and Quackity found himself getting far more contact with the royal flock and the other consort candidates than he ever could have expected. THE SHORT OF IT: A Fantasy/Royalty AU that features unconventional A/B/O dynamics, political worldbuilding, a heavy emphasis on trauma recovery and found family dynamics, and soap-opera levels of non-communication. And also, there’s romance. See forenotes for more details.

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Title: Portal AU Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: lemontarto Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit Characters: Tommyinnit, Tubbo Length of the work: N/A Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Friendship Type: Art Summary: Tommy & Tubbo r two lads living in the woods with their big brother wilbur (who is overworked stressed and tired) when tubbo stumbles upon a strange,magical portal formed by entwined tree branches ! Its mostly them engaging in shenanigans in this new world and going on adventures(led by sprites/spirits in the shadows) & wilbur getting to relax a bit!

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Title: The Zombie's Beating Heart Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28631631 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: PawPunk Relationships: ZombieCleo/Joehills, ZombieCleo & Joehills Characters: ZombieCleo, Joehills Length of the work: 4,046 words Genre: AU, Fantasy AU, Friendship Type: Fic Summary: In which a Poet frees a Zombie- or, more accurately, helps a Zombie free herself- from a Witch's spell through the powers of poetry, friendship, and sheer dumb luck.

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Title: howling at your door (series) Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3626758 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ollie_oxen_free Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Original Character(s) Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Original Character(s) Length of the work: 25,920 words Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fantasy AU, Humour, Modern AU, Smut, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU Type: Fic Series Summary: schlackity as werewolves. what more could you want?

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Title: Meiy'ia Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021241/chapters/121081027 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: KitsunesPawz Relationships: Keralis/xBCrafted/Xisumavoid, Keralis/xBCrafted, Keralis/Xisumavoid, xBCrafted/Xisumavoid, Hypnotizd & xBCrafted Characters: xBCrafted, Keralis, Xisumavoid, Hypnotizd Length of the work: 26,838 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Fantasy AU, Romance Type: Fic Summary: “Never venture even close to the surface. They’ll catch you with their barbed wire nets and shoot you through the tail with razor sharp harpoons. And if by some miracle you’re still alive by then, they’ll drag you off, never to see the ocean again,” his family used to tell him. XB had listened for most of his life. But he was curious. Had always envied his sister for her trips to the surface. And when he was eighteen, he made the mistake of following his sister to the surface.

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Title: Ruby in the Moonlight Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29135688 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: SilverWing15 Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Dream & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson, Technoblade, Dream Length of the work: 29,976 words Genre: Angst, AU, Drama, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Historical AU, Hurt/Comfort, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU Type: Fic Summary: SBI Victorian Vampire AU where Dream appears to be a Huntsman who has sent Tommy to spy on the vampire family of Philza, Technoblade, and Wilbur. 

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Title: Today Was A Fairytale {Cinderella AU} Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40207230 Fandom: Empires SMP Author: Enchantra35 Relationships: Katherine Elizabeth/Shelby Grace, GeminiTay/Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Joey Graceffa/Xornoth (Empires SMP) Characters: Shubble, Katherine, Joey, Gem, Xornoth, Pearl Length of the work: 12.8k words Genre: AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU Type: Fic Summary: When Shelby, a servant in duke Joey’s household, wishes to attend Lady Katherine’s masquerade, she doesn't foresee the major impact her meeting with the Protector of the Overgrown may have in her life...

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Title: the misadventures of detective falsewell and grianlock Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29980416/ + blog/art tag Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: sleepyrinas Relationships: Grian & False & Rendog Characters: Grian, False, Rendog Length of the work: 86,922 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Drama, Fluff, Family, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU, Mystery Type: Fic Summary: Detectives Falsewell and Grianlock are some of the best in the business, two siblings with a prowess for solving mysteries and any flavor of crime. Of course, not everything goes as simply as they hope. What disasters and troubles await these two detectives in the small town of Hermitville? Only one way to find out!

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Title: Knock The Ice From My Bones Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35887708 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: foryou-theworld, thesoftestofbois Relationships: Technoblade/Phil Watson, Clay | Dream/Wilbur Soot, Technoblade/Phil Watson/Wilbur Soot/Clay | Dream  Characters: Technoblade, Philza, Wilbur Soot, Dream Length of the work: 214,000 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Hybrids Wilbur and Dream have spent years under King Schlatt's rule, serving as bedwarmers and confidants and spies at their king's demand. When Schlatt's latest grab for power fails, though, they're traded away as spoils of war to the victors, the hybrid kings of the Antarctic Empire. Kings Philza and Technoblade rule the south with a confidence that makes it easy to forget that hybrids are treated as lesser in other parts of the world. Wilbur and Dream's arrival is just another instance of people finding their freedom on the ice. Wilbur and Dream are determined to find information valuable enough to earn their freedom. Phil and Techno are focused on putting their kingdom back together, although they're a little distracted by their intriguing new arrivals.

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Title: "I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes" Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50576782/chapters/127764547 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Amethystfairy1 Relationships: mumbo jumbo & grian, mumbo jumbo & goodtimeswithscar, goodtimeswithscar & grian Characters: Grian, Goodtimeswithscar, Mumbo Jumbo Length of the work: 12300 words Genre: Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt-no-comfort, Whump Type: Fic Summary: The worst part was the last few moments. Straining for all he was worth, wings burning and aching with exhaustion built up to the roots. When his talons brushed the dirt, he felt the warning signs, pinpricks racing around his collar, letting him know he was about to make a mistake. Which wasn’t his fault. Grian was well aware of that much. He’d crash-land anyway. {In which Grian is suspicious of his new masters, Scar and Mumbo have zero clue how to take care of avians, the world is there to hurt, be hurt, or get stolen from, and in the end, someone always has to get lucky. Grian's hoping this time around, it'll finally be him.}

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Title: Lifeline AU Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3156309 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: SlashMagpie Relationships: Impulse & Tango, Impulse & Pearl, Bdubs & Etho, False & Stress, Impulse & Skizz, Pearl & Tango Characters: Impulse, Tango, Pearl, Etho, Bdubs, False, Cleo, Skizz, Ren Length of the work: 299,349 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Fantasy AU, Horror, Modern AU, Time Travel, Space AU Type: Fic Series Summary: A science fantasy AU about a species of body-snatching aliens attempting to take over the Earth and the ragtag bunch of misfits trying to stop them. Based on the Lifeline series of mobile games.

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Title: The Blood of the Covenant Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34723480/chapters/86456896 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: NobleDragon Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Fundy & Wilbur Soot Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Floris | Fundy Length of the work: 53,227 words Genre: Canon-Divergent, Dark Fic, Family, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU, Dimension Travel Type: Fic Summary: Is thicker than the water of the womb. After Wilbur dies by his father, he is taken to a new world with new beginnings. He stays away from it all, not wanting to hurt this worlds family and stay hidden in his forest. Said family thinks they should have been informed of this opinion. Or: Wilbur gets punted into prime found family territory, kicking and screaming.

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Title: the last days of the free angel of carrows  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41524917 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Bee_4 Relationships: Mainly Joe & Cleo & Pearl Characters: Joe, Cleo and Pearl Length of the work: 79,327 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Casefic, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Angels & Demons AU Type: Fic Summary: The Atsign Agency: run by Joe Hills and the zombie Cleo, they're here to solve all of your supernatural problems, hauntings, magical accidents, and also just about any contracting work or errands you need if you're willing to have it done cheaply by two unqualified odd jobbers struggling to make rent. After over a decade together in the city of Carrows, the two of them frequently see things and deal with things that are probably a bit too ridiculous to name, and have the experience to handle it, if not particularly frequently the money. When the mysterious (and clearly very rich) Pearl Moon walks into their agency, offering them a massive payment for a simple job, what are they to do but accept? Yeah, they may be about to regret that one. This job is going to be anything but simple, and the entire City of Angels may be at stake. Careful, Atsign Agency: the past is watching.

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Title: feel your fire (be your lover) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52785064 Fandom: QSMP Author: justlukahere Relationships: FitMC/Pactw Characters: FitMC, Pactw, Tubbo Length of the work: 4,254 words Genre: AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU Type: Fic Summary: In the past weeks Fit has spent entirely too much time listening to Prince Pac sing his praises or; Knight Fit and Prince Pac asoiaf AU

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Title: A Jackerella Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38446057/chapters/96084898 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: wetchickenbreast Relationships: Georgenotfound/Jack Manifold Characters: Jack Manifold, GeorgeNotFound, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, BadBoyHalo, Tubbo, Ranboo Length of the work: 6,328 words Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Drama, Fantasy AU, Humour Type: Fic Summary: Jackerella's life fucking sucks. Her goddamn parents died (how inconsiderate) and now she is stuck living as an indentured servant for her evil stepfamily. Her younger stepsister bites people (he won't stop no matter how many doctors they bring him to) and his older stepsister is a megabitch (also a homewrecker). His only friends are talking rats, so Jack is pretty much waiting on a miracle to get out of this mess... and that miracle comes in the form of a charming prince, some glass shoes, and a demon from hell (and the demon has MASSIVE tits).

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Title: there are many downsides to being a marine biologist Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48785839/chapters/123067246 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: donnerstag Relationships: docm77/ Martyn InTheLittleWood Characters: docm77, Martyn IntheLittleWood, rendog Length of the work: 74,006 words Genre: Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Fantasy AU, Modern AU Type: Fic Summary: The Coastal Laboratory for Abnormal Wildlife Studies has found themselves in possession of a live, captive, and dangerous siren—something previously unheard of in the scientific community. Doc, one of their top researchers, is assigned leadership of the study on Specimen 9201223, later nicknamed ‘Martyn’. Over the course of the project’s run, he and the siren develop an intense rivalry that eventually mellows into a far more complex relationship, as Doc discovers that Martyn is far more human than they’d initially assumed. Unfortunately, the rest of the organization does not have the siren’s best interests at heart. As Doc grows closer to Martyn, he finds himself forced into increasingly-risky decisions in the name of protecting him, trying to prove his humanity to people who only see a monster.

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Title: Out To the Galaxy Steady She Goes  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48639868/ Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: TheDepressedCanary (FPSCanarussia) Relationships: None. (There is ZombieCleo x PearlescentMoon ship tease, not sure if that counts) Characters: GeminiTay, ZombieCleo, PearlescentMoon, FalseSymmetry,Xisumavoid Length of the work: 28 277 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Family, Friendship, Space AU, Space Fantasy (SciFi/Fantasy cross, not sure how to tag it) Type: Fic Summary: Sailing ships cross worlds and stars, hunted by pirates and monsters. Ancient ruins sit undiscovered, concealing long-forgotten secrets. Space is vast and full of wonder. Pearl, in grief, clutches at every opportunity. Gem just wants to know more. Cleo - well, who can say? Yet the stars are not kind, and every journey holds its dangers.

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Title: trust and redstone dust Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45948079 Fandom: Lifesteal SMP Author: de_hautdesert Relationships: Branzycraft & Clownpierce Characters: Branzycraft Length of the work: 915 words Genre: AU, Character Study, Fantasy AU Type: Fic Summary: Branzy works on the funhouse. (also there's magical redstone worldbuilding)

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Title: how to growl and bare your teeth  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49450225 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: Odaigahara Relationships: Gen Characters: Pearl, Grian, Scar Length of the work: 10,777 words Genre: Angst, AU, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort Type: Fic Summary: The guards left, slamming the door shut behind them, and Pearl felt her hair stand on end as the wards reactivated, a staticky zing traveling through her shackles and grounding in her skin. The prisoner startled, levered himself up and hissed through his teeth. “Right, that wasn’t the smartest decision I’ve made this week,” he remarked quietly. “Scar? Are you across from me?” Shuffling in the opposite cell. “Can you do me a favor?” a second voice asked. “The next time you threaten guards, can you try to have a weapon first to strike fear into their hearts? I think you broke our hand.” “We have another,” the man said defensively, and Scar huffed a laugh. “And anyway– oh. There’s someone else in here with me.” (AU where Pearl, Scar and Grian are all in the same prison.)

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Title: Sapnap's Naga Harem Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49846090 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ollie_oxen_free Relationships: Sapnap/Phil Watson | Philza, Sapnap/Technoblad, eLuke | Punz/Sapnap, Alexis | Quackity/Sapnap, Clay | Dream/Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Sam | Awesamdude/Sapnap, Sapnap/Foolish, Sapnap/Schlatt, Sapnap/Wilbur Soot Characters: Sapnap, Dream XD, Dream, Philza, Technoblade, Quackity, Punz Length of the work: 27,870 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Humour, Romance, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Fresh out of school with a Masters in Magical Zoology, Sapnap is hired by a mysterious billionaire he knows only as XD to become one of the main caretakers of a new section of his magical menagerie. He's not sure what he's expecting, but ten fucking naga— rare, dangerous, mysterious— were not on the fucking list.

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Title: Scarecrow AU (When The Sunlight Dies) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2556517 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: personalized_radio, bramble_patch (Marianne_Dashwood) Relationships: Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Alexis | Quackity/Jschlatt Characters: Karl Jacobs, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, DreamXD Length of the work: 511,877 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Drama, Family, Fantasy AU, Friendship, Found Family, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Romance, Royalty AU Type: Fic Series Summary: It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter. It's hard, but it would be a lot easier if he didn't have to worry about George's sudden taste for wandering. Or the two guides that have worked their way into his group, promising them a safer way out of the kingdom. And it would be a whole lot easier if Sapnap wasn't flying solo, doing a job made for two. And then there's the Godling to worry about. Yeah. That's a whole thing. (Summary is for "When The Sunlight Dies", the first story in the series)

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YOU HAVE A FANFIC????

GIMME GIMME GIMME

(a man after midnight--)

You are in for the ramble of all rambles >:D

Okay I am smiling from ear to ear right now prepare for me to talk (type?) your ears off

it’s. yeah it's Ethubs. (ding ding! you got it *finger guns*)

I'm writing a fic based on the DBHC au (Detroit Become Hermitcraft au) story/comics by Shepscapades here on Tumblr! If you're not familiar with it, I highly recommend you check it out! I have SUCH brainrot and the storyline and art are so compelling.

Here's the masterpost if you wanna check it out once I'm done rambling!

I also want to stress this isn't my au - only the explanation and snippets of my little story is my own work. :) All credit goes to Shepscapades for all that and the brainrot

- DBHC spans Hermitcraft (seasons 8 and onwards) and the Life Series (note that all androids were absent from Third Life due to not being created yet)

- It makes use of the android mechanics from the video game Detroit Become Human <- don't worry about that part just yet though :)

- Most major post-Season 7 events seem to still be canon here, and there's a lot of other things going on in each of the androids' - and hermits' - lives (and trauma. </3. yeah. Etho and so many others are Going Through It), often as a consequence of those events.

Anyone new to the au should probably have a look at this illustrated guide post You don't have to read all of it, but I strongly suggest at least checking out the "Guide to Androids", "Deviancy" and even the "Interfacing" sections for proper context!

rambles under the cut >:) I promise I'm keeping it to a minimum. and then some snippets!!

(edit: the cut isn’t cutting, I think)

BASICALLY At some point around Season 8, Xisuma designs androids (like Mumbo, Etho, Impulse and Doc) to assign to some of the hermits (Grian, Bdubs, Pearl and Ren to name a few) for help with everything from building to terraforming. Everything goes relatively smoothly, up until... the androids begin to deviate. <- hence why I linked this post earlier!

This isn't entirely necessary for anything other than understanding the characters and the overarching narrative a bit more, but if you do want further context + cool art + a small break from my rambles, here (1), here (2) and here (3) are really good comics that sorta explain how DBHC Ethubs' relationship starts, and here (4) is the first part of Etho's first deviancy! uh. So like things happened here. Don’t worry about that being labelled first. Or it not being at all normal for an android to deviate twice. Or what situation caused it. Uh. Yeah. :’)

Otherwise you're welcome to just read on!

I'm writing an incredibly fluffy (and there's angst now too hehe) oneshot on the two of them.

They've been planting saplings for Bdubs’ Season 10 forest (Etho was originally designed to help with terraforming and that, after all) and it's late afternoon, so, Bdubs being Bdubs, he's tired.

And tired people are clingy, they let their guard down a bit, they start giving in slightly to things they don't have enough energy to fight.

Like the urge to reach out and go hey, come back, I actually want you to play with my hair, I want you to lie with me in the sunshine, I want to listen to the sound of your android heart (thirium pump) because it's a reassurance that even though my eyes are closed you're still nearby, I want you here, and I'm going to hang on to you because I don't ever want you to leave again.

I half-wrote that little summary of my fic a little while back as a proof of concept but. Yeah.

This is Bdubs talking, if it isn’t clear:

>:) Not sure if you're familiar with how Bdubs' Last Life ended, and how it could have been avoided. Or how much I'm allowed to say on what happened afterwards until we cross over into spoilers territory. But uh. Yeah. Normal and fine and not at all insane over this. <- that's a blatant lie

Don't worry though!! I said fluff for a reason; I don't think this quite crosses over into "crack treated seriously" territory (only saying that because I'm sorta working on something Ethubs-related that 100% DOES hehe) but the second half is panning out to be incredibly silly. I just think they deserve it after everything they've been through (this post makes me all levels of insane.)

Aaaaaanyway, snippets :D

Something I want to add: he isn’t entirely human. Like as much as he acts and feels and functions like one… yeah.

Tired 👏people👏give👏into👏things👏they👏don’t👏have👏the👏energy👏to👏fight

Bonus: a friend tried grabbing my phone from my hand while typing a little while ago and… this happened

OH I nearly forgot! It has a title :)

“home, home again (i like to be here when i can)”

song lyrics from Time by Pink Floyd (beware loud bells until about 40 seconds in)

I’ll publish it on ao3 under katkit03 when it’s done! May cross post it to tumblr for convenience :)

please lmk what you think, this is my first time writing a fanfic!!!