#¿what would your family member do if you gave them immortality?

[miss-conner3]

Do you have any wholesome non "canon" senerios/endings for au cult leader ando. I'm crying :'(

I have a canon happy moment from the AU; does that work for you? (óvò)

Ando, unlike the lamb in the main AU, does tell his little brother what the golden skull necklace is, and as you can see, that blessed one only understood «immortality = you can't die». Deciding to immediately test that theory by jumping off a cliff.

My lamb is something special.

Now I would like to comment that in this AU, the theme of the golden skull necklace is used for what it is: a necklace that only grants one more long life, but it does not make you immune to death itself. So it was quite obvious that that fall would have ended the life of our favorite little lamb with just a few days back in the land of the living.

Luckily for him, Ando knew what he was getting into when he decided to bring him back XD

Although his return ended up having an adverse effect on Ando's mental state...

But you asked for something wholesome, so ignore that last /(>u<)\

[vividraft]

fading remembrance ✧˖*°࿐

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!reder x xiao, wanderer, kazuha (seperate)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: he was there with you when you spent your last moments on earth. but living without you was never something he could have ever imagined

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: I reformatted this post while i was watching aitsuki nakurus life stream... her speaking voice is so nice she sounds like kiritani haruka

old posts masterlist tba !

whenever xiao ordered almond tofu at any restaurant, it always tasted the same. even when he cooked it himself. it always had the same taste. The tofu being as bland as tofu usually is, and the dish tasting sweet and like almonds. just what you would expect almond tofu to be. nothing more and nothing less.

but when you appeared in his life, xiao found out you liked cooking. and when you found out that almond tofu was his favorite dish, you immediately went out of your way to learn how to make almond tofu. knowing that xiao ate it a lot, you asked him if he could taste it. xiao did what you asked him to. but what he did not expect was that the almond tofu tasted different. not in a bad way, but whenever you cooked it, it tasted like you had put your emotions onto a plate. like a little piece of joy, you served xiao. It was the first time, xiao could for sure say that he enjoyed something. but the word 'enjoy' did not feel like it was enough to describe the way he felt. 

He loved the dish, he loved how skilled you were at cooking it, but most of all, he loved you. 

and you loved him too. 

you loved him as long as you could. you loved him, before the passing of time took your life. xiao loved you a lot longer than just that. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you would smile at him, because you gave him a different smile you gave your friends, your family or strangers. 

When his immortality kept him right where he was, he realized how frozen in time he felt. for you everything moved on so quickly, and soon it was over. xiaos days remained the same old and blank routine before you showed up, and it returned to being the same when you left. but after your death, everything seemed to be so heavy. his eyelids, his arms, his legs, his head, but especially his heart. 

He searched all across teyvat, for a person, a restaurant or anyone, who could cook almond tofu the exactly way you did. He wanted to taste it again, even if it was just once more. 

he despaired when he couldn't find a way to make his favorite dish taste the way you made it taste, but his whole world crumbled only then, when he realized he couldn't remember how it tasted. he stopped counting the days and the nights he spend living, because why would it matter if he was slowly forgetting you?

he used to do it, so he could remember your birthday, or your anniversary, or any day that was special to you. but now you are gone, and xiaos memories are leaving as well.

-

venti wrote many songs in his life. many of them telling stories, but just as many of them just there to sound pretty. 

but then when you showed up, he had someone to write songs for. He wrote them about you, and for you. and you sang the songs together. 

venti loved your voice. your voice was the best part of his songs. to him, it sounded like an angel's voice.

not only your singing voice, but your voice in general. it made his heart beat so fast, it nearly sprang out of his chest. Whenever you greeted him with a smile on your face, it was like all his worries and problems disappeared into thin air.

maybe he took it for granted. Maybe he expected to be able to wake up everyday and sing in the kitchen with you while preparing breakfast together. Maybe he just thought you could sing him to sleep every night.

Well it so happened that that was not the case.

a member of the fatui took your life, and your angelic voice right with it. venti was there. venti was there, when the knife of the fatui found your back. the next moments were a mere blur to venti. He remembers getting rid of the fatui, and in the following moments, he held you in his arms, pleading to be able to hear your voice again.

he mumbled something along the lines of healing you, but you told him that it was too late. it was you who spoke those words, with the voice he loved so much. you lifted a hand to his cheek, and said the three words he loved hearing from you so much. a tear left his eye and fell right under your eye, on your cheek, making it look like it was a tear of your own. He held you in his arms tightly, like it could prevent you from leaving the world.

That was when you spoke your last words. 

'Thank you' they were. 

thank you? What were you thanking him for?

your eyes closed, and the smile you had on your face the last moments before your death left. your hand slowly sank from his face, and he held your hand. 

your hands were usually cold, but this time it bothered him. this time it felt like it was only pointing towards your death.

-

The wanderer never held much appreciation for the people around him. that was until you came around. it was like you could see right through him, and his facade. like you could see the way he crumbled on the inside, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

He loved the way you held his hand. your warm hand felt very relaxing against his usual cold one. often you would play with them as well. whenever he was having an especially hard day, because some people kept annoying him, you'd sit down with him. his head in your lap while you were massaging one of his hands. you'd listen carefully as he talks about the people that would annoy him throughout the day. at the end, you would give him a kiss on the forehead. although often enough he'd already been asleep by then.

but you seemed to know him better than he knew himself. you knew what he needed and when he needed it. Whenever he was about to explode from anger, you hugged him, since you seem to very well know that all the anger is built up from all the things that happened to him.

a tear fell as you held scaramouche close to you. one hand around his body, and the other on the back of his head, as his head was resting on your shoulder. the tears were wetting your shoulder but you didn't mind. you would do anything to make scaramouche happy again.

another tear fell, another one, and another one. but this time it was the day you died.

with widened eyes you dropped to the floor on your knees, scaramouche caught you before you could drop to the floor. a singular tear fell from your eye as well.

scaramouche held your body tightly against his, as if you would disappear if he would let go. In this scenario, this was the case, but no matter how close he'd hold you, there was nothing he could do.

he held you the way you did it, everytime he was upset. with an arm around your body, and a hand on the back of your head, while your head was laying against his shoulder.

'i can't breathe scaramouche. i'm scared'

were the last words you spoke, before your eyes slowly closed.

scaramouche had never cried that much in his life. not when he was betrayed so often, not when his mother threw him out like he was nothing, and not whenever you would comfort him.

scaramouches chest filled with regret. he wishes he would have been there for you at least as much as he was there for you. he wishes he bought you more presents for even just putting up with him. he wishes he would have just gotten over his ego and thanked you. he would do all those things and so much more, just so he could repay you.

-

you remember the day so clearly, when kazuha confessed his love to you. his usually so casual demeanor was all gone, as his hands were shaking while holding a piece of paper. his face was bright red and his voice was shaking and cracking up, as he recited his self written poem for you. When he was done he wished for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

when you started giggling he thought you were laughing at him. he didn't dare to look up at you, his gaze was only burning holes into the floor.

but when he really tensed up was when you jumped at him and threw your arms over his shoulders.

ever since then, kazuha had written so many poems for you, and you had stored them all very carefully. one after another.

one time for his birthday, you tried writing him one, and although it wasn't the best, he treasured it like nothing else.

but also he treasured you.

for your one year anniversary you gifted him an old gramophone. you weren't sure if he was really going to like it, but he adored it.

ever since that day, most evenings were spent dancing to music, time passing so much faster than it seemed. your hands were locked and one of kazuhas hands was resting on your waist. one of his hands went through your hair.

On the first day you danced with him, he realized how much he needed you. you were his light, his hope, his everything. it's why he calls you 'his star'

Unfortunately, every star dies one day.

if you would ask him, his star died way too early.

On the night your light faded, a shooting star crossed the sky. kazuha knows you're only supposed to make one wish, but all of them crossed his mind at once. he wished he could dance with you again, he wish his fingers could make his way through your soft hair once more, he wished he could gift you more poems he wrote, and watch your eyes light up like the night sky does when the stars start glowing.

his breath hitched when he felt your hand touch his cheek once more. you gave him a last smile, and a tear rolled down your cheek. your hand fell from his cheek, but kazuha caught it mid air, and he held it to his chest.

later, a poem could be found on your grave.

in a moment of sorrow,

please let me borrow, 

your healing light once more,

before i am found at our seashore.

It was the last poem he ever wrote.

[rainstops]

fading remembrence

4nemo x reader

TW: reader dies (the cause of the death is a little detailed in ventis part), hinting at suicide in kazuhas part

info: for scaramouche, both wanderer and scaramouche is used

summary: you die right in front of the anemo boys, and they cannot seem to accept your death, because with your death it also felt like they lost their own life. you were their light.

a/n: wrote this in the middle of the night, while putting down my switch for two hours. also i will start to write for zelda totk/botw soon!!

whenever xiao ordered almond tofu at any restaurant, it always tasted the same. even when he cooked it himself. it always had the same taste. the tofu being as bland as tofu usually is, and the dish tasting sweet and like almonds. just what you would expect almond tofu to be. nothing more and nothing less.

but when you appeared in his life, xiao found out you liked cooking. and when you found out that almond tofu was his favorite dish, you immediately went out of your way to learn how to make almond tofu. knowing that xiao ate it a lot, you asked him if he could taste it. xiao did what you asked him to. but what he didnt expect was that the almond tofu tasted different. not in a bad way, but whenever you cooked it, it tasted like you had put your emotions onto a plate. like a little piece of joy, you served xiao. it was the first time, xiao could for sure say that he enjoyed something. but the word 'enjoy' did not feel like it was enough to describe the way he felt. he loved the dish, he loved how skilled you were at cooking it, but most of all, he loved you. and you loved him too. you loved him as long as you could. you loved him, before the passing of time took your life. xiao loved you a lot longer than just that. he loved everything about you. he loved the way you would smile at him, because you gave him a different smile you gave your friends, your family or strangers. when his immortality kept him right where he was, he realized how frozen in time he felt. for you everything moved on so quickly, and soon it was over. xiaos days remained the same old and blank routine before you showed up, and it returned to being the same when you left. but after your death, everything seemed to be so heavy. his eyelids, his arms, his legs, his head, but especially his heart. he searched all across teyvat, for a person, a restaurant or anyone, who could cook almond tofu the exacty way you did. he wanted to taste it again, even if it was just once more. he despaired when he couldnt find a way to make his favorite dish taste the way you made it taste, but his whole world crumbled only then, when he realized he couldnt remember how it tasted. he stopped counting the days and the nights he spend living, because why would it matter if he was slowly forgetting you?

he used to do it, so he could remember your birthday, or your anniversary, or any day that was special to you. but now you were gone, and xiaos memories were leaving as well.

☂

venti wrote many songs in his life. many of them telling stories, but just as many of them just there to sound pretty. but then when you showed up, he had someone to write songs for. he wrote them about you, and for you. and you sang the songs together. venti loved your voice. your voice was the best part of his songs. to him, it sounded like an angels voice.

not only your singing voice, but your voice in general. it made his heart beat so fast, it nearly sprang out of his chest. whenever you greeted him with a smile on your face, it was like all his worries and problems disappeared into thin air.

maybe he took it for granted. maybe he expected to be able to wake up everyday and sing in the kitchen with you while preparing breakfast together. maybe he just thought you could sing him to sleep every night.

well it so happened that that was not the case.

a member of the fatui took your life, and your angelic voice right with it. venti was there. venti was there, when the knife of the fatui found your back. the next moments were a mere blur to venti. he remembers getting rid of the fatui, and in the following moments, he held you in his arms, pleading to be able to hear your voice again.

he mumbled something along the lines of healing you, but you told him that it was too late. it was you who spoke those words, with the voice he loved so much. you lifted a hand to his cheek, and said the three words he loved hearing from you so much. a tear left his eye and fell right under your eye, on your cheek, making it look like it was a tear of your own. he held you in his arms tightly, like it could prevent you from leaving the world.

that was when you spoke your last words. 'thank you' they were. thank you? what were you thanking him for?

your eyes closed, and the smile you had on your face the last moments before your death left. your hand slowly sank from his face, and he held your hand. your hands were usually cold, but this time it bothered him. this time it felt like it was only pointing towards your death.

☂

the wanderer never held much appreciation for the people around him. that was until you came around. it was like you could see right through him, and his facade. like you could see the way he crumbled on the inside, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

he loved the way you held his hand. your warm hand felt very relaxing against his usual cold one. often you would play with them as well. whenever he was having an especially hard day, because some people kept annoying him, you'd sit down with him. his head in your lap while you were massaging one of his hands. you'd listen carefully as he talks about the people that would annoy him throughout the day. at the end, you would give him a kiss on the forehead. although often enough he'd already been asleep by then.

but you seemed to know him better than he knew himself. you knew what he needed and when he needed it. whenever he was about to explode from anger, you hugged him, since you seem to very well know, that all the anger is build up from all the things that happened to him.

a tear fell as you held scaramouche close to you. one hand around his body, and the other on the back of his head, as his head was resting on your shoulder. the tears were wetting your shoulder but you didnt mind. you would do anything to make scaramouche happy again.

another tear fell, another one, and another one. but this time it was the day you died.

with widened eyes you dropped to the floor on your knees, scaramouche caught you before you could drop to the floor. a singular tear fell from your eye as well.

scaramouche held your body tightly against his, as if you would disappear if he would let go. in this scenario, this was the case, but no matter how close he'd hold you, there was nothing he could do.

he held you the way you did it, everytime he was upset. with an arm around your body, and a hand on the back of your head, while your head was laying against his shoulder.

'i cant breathe scaramouche. im scared'

were the last words you spoke, before your eyes slowly closed.

scaramouche had never cried that much in his life. not when he was betrayed so often, not when his mother threw him out like he was nothing, and not whenever you would comfort him.

scaramouches chest filled with regret. he wishes he would have been there for you at least as much as he was there for you. he wishes he bought you more presents for even just putting up with him. he wishes he wouldve just gotten over his ego and thanked you. he would do all those things and so much more, just so he could repay you.

☂

you remember the day so cleary, when kazuha confessed his love to you. his usually so casual demeanor was all gone, as his hands were shaking while holding a piece of paper. his face was bright red and his voice was shaking and cracking up, as he recited his self written poem for you. when he was done he wished for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

when you started giggling he thought you were laughing at him. he didnt dare to look up at you, his gaze was only burning holes into the floor.

but when he really tensed up was when you jumped at him and threw your arms over his shoulders.

ever since then, kazuha had written so many poems for you, and you had stored them all very carefully. one after another.

one time for his birthday, you tried writing him one, and although it wasnt the best, he treasured it like nothing else.

but also he treasured you.

for your one year anniversary you gifted him an old gramophone. you werent sure if he was really going to like it, but he adored it.

ever since that day, most evenings were spend dancing to music, time passing so much faster than it seemed. your hands were locked and one of kazuhas hands was resting on your waist. one of his hands went through your hair.

on the first day you danced with him, he realized how much he needed you. you were his light, his hope, his everything. its why he calls you 'his star'

unfortunately, every star dies one day.

if you would ask him, his star died way to early.

on the night your light faded, a shooting star crossed the sky. kazuha knows youre only supposed to make one wish, but all of them crossed his mind at once. he wished he could dance with you again, he wish his fingers could make his way through your soft hair once more, he wished he could gift you more poems he wrote, and watch your eyes light up like the night sky does when the stars start glowing.

his breath hitched when he felt your hand touch his cheek once more. you gave him a last smile, and a tear rolled down your cheek. your hand fell from his cheek, but kazuha caught it mid air, and he held it to his chest.

later, a poem could be found on your grave.

in a moment of sorrow, please let me borrow, your healing light once more, before i am found at our seashore.

it was the last poem he ever wrote.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 3

pairing: vampire!kate x fem!reader

summary: are you and kate actually meant to be together? you will get the answer at ceremony, where you’ll be surrounded by many other vampires, that are not the friendliest in town.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: light slapping, smut!!!, kinda dom!kate x sub!reader, mentions of blood, some swearing, dirty talk, if anything else I’ll add it

an: i had fun writing kate, she’s so fun and i need her asap:) also i used few sayings from my language and tried to translate it, so if it doesn’t make any sense in english i sincerely apologize haha

an2: also! i was very inspired by this TikTok!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Baby! We´re gonna be late and your mother will kill us!" You yell, knowing damn well that the taller dark haired girl heard you.

It was a big family night for you and Kate. You were invited to family gatherings before, but today is different. Tonight you´re meeting her grand grand family members from all around the world. Most of them were against your relationship with a pure blood, but after a few stories they heard about your good impact on Kate, they realized that humans are not so bad after all.

Tonight is a big ceremony of the first humam coming to their family after almost 690 years. The only thing you have to do, to be accepted, is give a little of your blood to your mate, aka Kate. Sounds easy, right?

Well there are three scenarios that might happen. One; she will like your blood, which is the greatest option. The second situation could result in death in front of numerous vampires, and the third and worst possible outcome is that you have cursed blood. It basically means that you two aren't meant to be together, Kate explained to you weeks ago. So after hours, days of googling what blood type is the best for vampires, you actually gave up. Google didn´t give you the answer, shockingly. You just wished you would be Kate´s ideal.

"She can´t kill me, I´m immortal. Remember princess?" At the speed of a light a pair of hands wraps around you. Kate kisses your cheek, hoping it would ease your nerves.

"Oh, I completly forgot! My bad." Rolling your eyes at her wasn´t your brightest idea as a harsh slap on your ass was sent right away. "Ouch!" you yelp.

"Don´t." She spins you around so you two were facing eachtoher. Her cold hands found a way under your dress. Her blue eyes scanned your whole body, holding a little longer on your clevage that your new dress showed.

"Like what you see?" You tease her, already kwowing the answer.

"We don´t have to go there, princess. We can stay right here and-" Kate´s eyes were still on your breasts, until you cut you her off, then she met your eyes.

"Youre forgetting that I´m not immortal, Katie. And I would really appraciate not to fight any vampires today, especially not your mother." You smile at her. "Besides we can have fun later. After all the ceremony and blood testing thing, if everything will be okay and-" you ramble, but this time it´s Kate who jumps right in.

"It´s gonna be okay. I love you and you´re exactly my type." She winks at you, but your nerves are still all around the place. Her hands slips lower, gently touching the insides of your thighs.

"This distraction teqnique would work if our relatioship wouldn´t be on the line, Katie. So leave it for later, okay?" You smiled at her, wishing you could stay here and just enjoy eachother, just as much as she did.

"Fineee" Kate let out a big whine, like a kid when you take them their favorite toy. Which was exctly what´s happenening.

"The sooner we go, the sooner we will be back." You mumble.

"I like this mindset." She chuckled and then both of you went hand in hand outside, where your car with a driver was already waiting.

The car ride was comfotably silent, Kate was holding your hand the whole time, which helped you a little. After 20 minutes you´ve arrived, but you stayed in the car for another 5 minutes. Kate knew you were nervous, she could feel your nerves dancing all around your body, but mostly in your mind. She didn´t said anything, she just gave you a soft smile that made you fall for her the second you saw her. Slowly kissed your lips and then she opened the door for you. You will never get used to her super fast movements.

As always the Bishops made a big event look even bigger. Everything was so expenssive, even the dust looked like it was personaly made for Kate´s mom, Eleanor Bishop, for tonights occasion. As you get closer to the entrance you feel the nerves working again, making your stomach twirl, your hands starts to get shaky. As you approach the entrance, you're greeted by towering iron gate adorned with dark and sinister ornaments. These gates open slowly, revealing a long path leading deeper into the heart of the ceremony.

"Maybe we should get back, you know-" You quickly whisper in Kate´s ear.

"Easy, princess. You´re doing really good. Just hold my hand and I promise, everything will be okay." Kate looks at you with her cute little face. You sigh.

I´m okay, Kate says I´m doing good, so I´m doing good.

As you proceed, you notice the decorations adorning the area. Enormous candles everywhere. The flames seem to dance with a life of their own, casting flickering shadows that play tricks on your senses. It looks so magical, yet terryfying at the same time. The walls are lined with rich, dark wood paneling and huge ornate mirrors. Each table has gold cutlery and is decorated with blood-red and black roses.

Vampires don´t eat, why do they have so many tables set?

Your girlfriend see you look around with confused look on your face, she whispers. "My mom wanted it to look luxorious."

"So she spent a lot of money on... cuttlery and plates?" You chuckle a little.

"Basically, yeah." Kate shrughs and smiles with you.

"I can afford it, it would be a very sad life if after all these years I would be poor, don´t you think, (Y/N)?" As soon as you hear the voice you stop in your tracks, you don´t even dare to turn around, turn around and face Kate´s mother.

"I- I didn´t mean it as a bad thing, Mrs. Bishop." You turn around and notice that she is wearing a striking red dress that cascades to the ground, it´s fabric flowing like liquid silk, decorated with golden stripes.

"I know." Eleanor chuckles. "And to answer your question, it looks better rather than empty hall with just vampires." She looks at you and then Kate. "You two better get ready, you know how Daniella is." With that she leaves.

You turn to Kate and she´s already openning her mouth like she´s reading your mind. "My grandmother. She hates these gatherings. And I don´t blame her, she´s..." Kate stops in her words as she tries to figure out how old is her grandmother, but she just giggles, "... old."

You share a laugh with her as you two go into the backyard, where the ceremony will start.

As you walk through the lavish hallways right outside, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The stern-faced vampires seem to follow your every move with their eyes. You can hear hushed whispers and the occasional sinister chuckle from hidden corners, making your skin crawl. When you enter the garden, your breath catches in your throat. A group of elegant vampire stands in a circle. Their conversation falls silent as they turn their attention to you, their gaze piercing through your very alive soul. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights, your nervousness intensifying with every passing second.

"Just go sit over there, I´ll come in a second." Kate nods towards the over dacorated throne with big gold crystals all around, as she lets go of your hand. You try to look confident, you try to look as you got this whole situation under control, but you´re still in a room full of vampires.

One of the vampires, a particularly tall vampire with a charming look approaches you. He extends a hand and invites you to sit on the throne. You accept, trying to hide your trembling hands as you sit down. After a few second you stop shifting in your seat as you feel finally seated, as you look up, you see all the vampires looking at you. Of course none of them is blinking so the whole situations is just more terryfing.

In the the crowd of vampires you try to find your partner, Kate. But no matter where you look, you can´t see her, your thoughts start to wonder, once more.

Oh my god.

Eleanor´s voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts as she´s now standing next to you.

Super speed, of course.

Eleanor starts to speak with a velvet tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. The time of bonding two souls has come once again. After almost 690 years, we´re here to reaffirm our eternal bond, to celebrate our power, and to welcome a new member into our family. Tonight, in the power of moonlight, we have a rare guest among us - a human, who has willingly chosen to share in our world. A human, who´s heart is strong enough to beat for two. Let this gathering be a testament to the strength of our coven and the allure of our kind. We welcome you all, and we extend our gratitude to our honored guest. Let the ceremony begins." Eleanor takes few steps away.

Oh god. Now it´s my last second here on this planet. I didn´t write my will! Shit.

As you sit on the throne, a mix of fear and anticipation washes over you, for you have entered a world unlike any other, and tonight, you will be forever changed. The whole garden is incredibly silent, which makes your beating heart even louder.

Two vampire figures step forward, Eleanor fixes your hair and give you a warm smile, as warm as the vampires can do that. The other vampire, you could tell miles away, Kate. Your eyes meet and you both immidietly smile and suddenly, you feel safe. You feel like no matter what´s gonna happen, she is there to protect you. Always.

Eleanor speaks again. "Is everything prepared, my dear?"

"Yes, everything is ready." Kate nods with a small smile.

Your breath quivers as you feel their gaze upon you, you could cut the tension in the air. You don´t dare to look away from Kate, as you know that the rest of the vampires are watching you, like a prey. Even though that´s off the table for a long time now.

"Are you prepared for this, (Y/F/N)? Once this ceremony begins, there is no turning back." The tall vampire that helped you sit down now speaks.

You nod, your voice a shaky whisper: "Yes, I'm ready."

Kate steps closer, her eyes locking onto your neck with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Of course she kissed your neck before, so this wasn´t something new, but this time both of you felt that there is something in the air. You noticed her eyes, they were darker, almost like she never had a blue eyes, now they were completly black. She leans in, her lips barely grazing your skin, her voice a sultry mumble.

"Don't be afraid, princess. Let´s pretend it´s just me and you." She takes your hand in hers.

As her fangs descend, your heart races, and you close your eyes, preparing for the worst outcome. But Kate's sharp fangs pierce your tender flesh, a pain overpower your senses. It's an weird sensation, like a burning brand pressed against your skin, and your muscles tense in response. The world seems to blur, and a wave of dizziness washes over you as Kate's bite deepens.

It hurst more than you could ever imagine, but like the waves on the shore it quickly washes away. The pain begins to transform. It morphs into something else entirely, an intense, electrifying sensation that surges through your entire body. You let out a big exhale as you can feel Kate´s touch everywhere, it´s indescribable feeling that is running thorugh your whole body.

Kate has a moment of ecstasy. As your blood rushes into her mouth, it´s adicting in a sense. The taste is inexpressible as well, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and saltiness, and it fills her with an sense of power and pleasure. Every drop that she draws makes her feel more alive than she ever has, and it's as if the very essence of your being is nourishing her soul.

In this shared moment, you and Kate are connected in a way that most of her family didn´t belive. The boundaries of life and death, pain and pleasure were moved once again with your relationship. It's a dance of darkness and desire, you can feel your heartbeat come back to normal as Kate pulls away.

Her eyes are even darker and yours are too. She was right, it was always just the two of you.

The other vampires watch in awe and fascination as Kate and you share this profound moment of bonding, their expressions ranging from curiosity to envy. Most of them though you two weren´t meant to be, or at least they wished it was in that way. At the end you´re still just a human to them.

One of the vampires, closed to where you and Kate were, whispers to another one "Did you see that? It's been ages since I witnessed such a powerful bond."

"Kate truly has a unique way of choosing her companions. This human must be special indeed." The tall vampires whispers back.

The vampires exchange knowing glances, recognizing the significance of this moment. The bond between you and Kate, marks as a rare moment. As they continue to observe, Kate finally pulls away fully, wiping her mouth and then licking the few drops from her fingers as she made eye contact with you.

As both of you had your senses high you two couldn´t deny the fact that you need to be alone, asap!

"Let us welcome you, (Y/N), in our family. Now officially. Let´s raise our glasses to the special bond. To the never dying love!" Eleanor smiles at you and then turns to the vampires, that were holding their own. They all cheered to you and Kate.

You step down from the throne, feeling a sense of acceptance and belonging from the vampires around you. As you begin to walk through the garden, many of them offer congratulations, their voices low and respectful, but you don´t really pay attention as your girlfriend dissapears again.

Then, you spot Kate approaching through the dimly lit garden, her eyes finding yours in an instant. She takes your hand and, with a sense of urgency, starts saying quick goodbyes to the others.

Kate leans closer. "We need some time alone, my princess." She smirks.

"You are reading my mind, Katie." You mumbled.

The other vampires don´t mind you leaving at all, which makes it easier and quicker for you and Kate slip away from the gathering. You follow her, your heart pounding with an excitement, as you make your way back to Kate's apartment, where your journey into the night truly begins.

...

As soon as you step inside her aparment her hands are on you. Her fingers slowly trace over the teeth marks she left on your neck.

"Did it hurt?" She whispers as she kisses your neck.

"Uh- a little" You moan right away.

"A little?" Kate pulls away and raise her eyebrow.

"Okayyy, it hurted a lot. A lot lot, but... after a second-" You were cut off by Kate´s words.

"It felt better than anything in this word." She smiles and you simply just nod. "Go strip on the bed, I´ll be there in a second."

And if Kate means second, it is truly just a second, but this time, she made sure that you have some time to actually take off your clothes, as she wanted tonight to be special.

As you open the door you immidietly start to take off your clothes, fistly your shoes and then your dress, which takes you just few seconds. As you walk past the mirror you notice those cute little bite marks, which sends you pulse right into your pussy. You let out a moan, which makes Kate runs into the bedroom.

"It feels that good, huh?" Kate smirks as she is still wearing her black suit, her hands are behind her back as shes holding a small black velvet box.

"Gosh, I forgot that your ego is big, I didn´t want to boost it more." You playfully roll your eyes.

Kate pushes you on the bed, her hand on your neck. "And I thought I won´t punish you tonight, since you´ve been so brave, princess. Guess you won´t get your present."

"No, wait!" You whine. "Sorry, sorry, I want my present, please." You add.

Kate smiles and kisses you slowly and passionetly, pulling away, while bitting your lip, which makes you wince. She bit little too hard and your lip starts to bleed. She wants to pull away, but being on top doesn´t help her much. You´re under her and the sight of you completly naked, with blood on your mouth is just the most pretiest sight. The kissing is harsh, fast and messy, but none of you really cares.

"I want the present, pretty please." You say between breaths and Kate smiles as she pulls an inch away from you.

"Of course you want the present, sit up for me, please." She moves away from you so you can sit up. You did as you were told and Kate gives you the pretty black box, that of course was decorated by "KB".

Your fingers tremble slightly as you gently lift the lid, revealing what lies inside. Your breath catches in your throat as you behold a stunning collar made of dark, lustrous metal. The collar is adorned with a row of purple crystals. The crystals are deep and regal, like amethysts, and they sparkle with an elegance that takes your breath away. It's a piece that symbols of your newfound connection with Kate.

"Turn around." Kate says as you´re done inspecting the collar.

You turn around. "It´s abolutely beautiful, Katie. I love it, thank you."

Kate smiles at you words, as she puts the collar on you, you flinch at the sudden cold feeling, your nipples perk up. "So responsive." She kissed your neck again. "I´m glad you like it, princess." The vampire whispers in your ear.

Her hands are all over your body as you are pushed on the bed once again. Kate sits on you, pinning you down, "Tonight is about you, my pretty princess. Just lay here and enjoy your night. Will you do that for me?" She made the puppy dog eyes. Those eyes can get out of any trouble and in every bed.

"Yes, Katie." You smile and nod, already feeling impatient you buckle up your hips, earning little slap to your tits.

"Patience." She smirks, knowing she has this effect on you.

"Not todayyy!" You whine.

Kate leans close, kissing you where she bit you earlier, which makes you moan instantly. It is exactly what Kate loves to hear. She moves you higher on the bed and scoop lower, being inches from your already so wet pussy.

"Open your pretty legs for me." You did, very quickly in fact. "Gosh, look at you, so wet already and didn´t even touch you." She makes eye contact with you and smirks. "Did my biting made you that wet? Or me collaring you? Hm?" Kate kisses your inner things as her fingers trails up and down your leg.

"Both." You quietly let out.

"Both." Kate repeats with a smile on her face. "Because you were so good today, I´ll make it easy for you. Look at me, if you stop, I´ll stop. Understood, my pretty princess?" Her fingers were now incredible close to the place you needed them in.

"Yes, understood." You look in her eyes, they were still dark and you knew she was impatient as well as you are.

Her mouth came closer, you could feel her breath, against your skin and after two soft kisses on each of your inner thighs, Kate finally gave in and still very teasingly kissed your clit.

"God-" Your eyes wanted to be closed so bad, but you knew you have to keep them opened.

As Kate smirk agaist you she start to eat you out, very slowly. But after a few of your pretty loud moans, she licks you, like there is no tomorrow. Her tongue was skilled, she knew your body more than you knew it yourself. So after every flinch, every move of your muscle, she knew you are close. So close.

Her fingers are still going up and down your legs, pinching you time to time, to avoid you closing your eyes. "Eyes on me, princess." Kate mumbles into your drenched pussy.

"They... are." You whine as you bite your already bruised lip to keep your eyes open.

Kate just chuckles, which sends immidiet pleasure right into you. Both of you know you´re close, so so so close.

But after a few second you don´t feel anything, no lips, no tongue, no touch. You had to close your eyes, it was just so good, that there was no other way and like Kate promised, she stopped. Completly.

You whine, your hips instantly moved to search for anything. You need something! You eyes open wide, Kate is still between your legs. She´s watching you, and as she did before with your blood, she now wipes her mouth, messy with your juices.

"Hmm so sweet, princess." She licks her fingers.

"Kate, please-" You whine as you move your hips again, your heartbeat matching with you pulsating pussy.

"You knew the rules-" You cut her off.

"I know, but please, it was an accident!" You move yet another inch closer to her.

After a few second of watching you, Kate decided that she will give you another chance. "Close your eyes and you´re not cumming, got it?" Kate crawls on top of you and tug you by your collar. "Got it?" She tilts her head.

"Yes." You nod kissing her as you can feel your taste on her tongue.

"Tasty, right?" You nod again, as she slowly crawls back between your legs, this time she didn´t waste any second and her tongue makes contact with you right away, she was needy too. Her touch starts to be so harsh, no more soft licks or light touches, she needs you to come.

And oh my god, you are close in just a few second of her touch. Kate smirks knowing, she won once again and her ego is going straight to the space, but she will tease you about it later.

"I-" Kate smiles and nods, knowing exactly what you need.

"Tug on your collar, princess. And I´ll say the magic words." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers now entered your hole.

"Fuck- me" You moan loudly, which was like a music to Kate´s ears.

"I am fucking you, princess." Kate smirks, you can´t be bratty now, but hell she would deserve some bratty remark, but you truly need to cum. So you just obediently listen to her and your hand grab on your collar. You did as you were told once again and tug on it harshly.

It makes Kate smile, seeing you like this. Knowing she is the only person that could touch you like this, knowing only she makes you feel this good.

But you knew the same thing too, there is no one on the planet who would ease her thirst as much as you do. No one could do such a good job as you. No one.

"Can-" You open your mouth to talk but you just moan. You don´t have to say anything at all for Kate to understand.

"Go ahead, princess. Cum for me." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers move sligtly faster and her mouth try to lick all of your juices.

Your hand grips Kate´s head as you push her more into you, moving your hips like non compos mentis. "Mine." Your hand grabs her hair as you finally release, coming on her mouth and fingers after such a long time full of stress.

Kate smiles as she licks you. "Yours, princess." After a few second of you bucking your hips up and down, your breathng is steadier and you let go of Kate´s hair.

She kisses her way back up, few kissing on your thighs, her favorite tummy and slowly giving attention to your nipples. As you´re slowly coming down from your hight, you can feel Kate kissing your neck. After a moment or two, Kate comes closer to you, finally kissing your lips.

In that moment, everything fades away, and it's just the two of you, sharing a deep connection that don´t need to be said out loud. The affection in her gaze mirrors the love you feel in your heart, knowing that your love speaks louder than any words ever could.

And you are so happy, that tonights ceremony ended the way it did, because you would rather die, than live in a world, where you can´t have her.

"I didn´t knew you were that possesive, princess." Kate whispers as her eyes scan your face.

"I´m always possiseve over you." You smile.

Kate hums as she kiss your neck again, after few moments of enjoying the feeling, you understood that she wanted to do. "Katie..." You mumble.

"Baby just one more bite, please." She responds, her voice beeing so needy and you can´t deny her.

As Kate sank her teeth in you one more time, both of you knew right away that the rest of the nigh will be a long, and Kate won´t be the only one wide awake tonight.

Thank you for reading!<3

[chirpycloudyrobin]

Have you ever heard of Xianle? The grandest kingdom to have ever graced the Central Plains? Home of the Scrap Immortal Xie Lian?

Yes? Good. Good.

Now, have you ever heard of its Wei Clan? No? Well, perhaps not. Not many remember the commoner clans of fallen kingdoms, not even those as strange as Xianle's Wei.

Why are they considered strange, you may ask? Hmm, perhaps if you have time to spare, I may be able to divulge some knowledge lost to time long ago.

You do? Alright, here's what I know.

Xianle's Wei were Western Xianle but they were neither royal nor noble. They say the commoner clan lived in an isolated patch of land near one of the many lakes of Western Xianle. They also said the family cared for a grove of willows and cypresses and pines with magical properties, but no one can really attest to the truth of that now, can they?

Like all Xianle people, the Weis loved music and and beauties and art. Gold and precious jewels? Not so much. They would like to have them because they make life easier but they as a clan are pretty content where they were.

That was the impression they gave anyway as a clan that lives sequestered away behind their groves.

Hm? What did they look like? Why, like your everyday Xianle natives of course!

No, no, not like Taizi Dianxia Xie Lian. Dianxia is an outlier and we can't even dream of getting anywhere near his level.

Ah? You don't know how everyday Xianle natives look? Hm...

The people often say that Xianle natives are best identified through their eyes. The Wei clan were no different.

They say that Xianle natives have eyes best described as 如黑曜石般, like obsidian. Obsidian-dark of the starry skies. Deep, intense, captivating. If one looked into the eyes of a Xianle native, they would see the starry skies reflected back. Truly a beautiful manifestation of their natural brilliance as a people.

Xianle is- was a country of immeasurable wealth, talent and beauty, to the point where even the filthiest commoner could be a legendary beauty underneath all the dirt. Their natives' eyes are said to be a preview to the vast amounts of talent hidden within Xianle's blood. Taizi Dianxia Xie Lian was said to have the most brilliant starry eyes, and the golden hue of his eyes after ascension was simply the stars of his eyes shining at their brightest.

Ah, sorry. I seem to have strayed from my original topic. Back to the Wei clan.

Again, the Weis lived a secluded life with their willow groves. Those who visited their clan compounds talk about the peaceful beauty of the place and how that beauty was also reflected in the clan members themselves.

But jealous tongues wagged incessantly as well.

They say that the Weis paid something horrible in exchange for their beauty and talents. You see, there was a reason why the Weis lived so isolated from the rest of society. There was a reason why they loved and guarded their groves so fiercely.

The Weis were closer to beings of the afterlife than the living.

Do you know what their willows, cypresses, and pines have in common? They are often planted in graveyards.

Despite being a commoner clan that have never produced cultivators or soothsayers or mediums, the Weis are weirdly adept at communicating with the dead. The Weis communicated with the dead with an ease that many cannot replicate. They have soothed many fierce spirits that most would balk at using their words and occasional music alone.

But why didn't they gain fame and renown from their seemingly seamless communication with the dead? Perhaps it was because they were just a commoner clan with no notable ties to any gentry. Or perhaps they liked their peace better than the -ahem- very active gentry life. Either way, they rarely interacted with living people, and living people rarely interacted with them outside of requests to soothe the dead.

Some say that you could never know if you were talking to someone living or dead within the Wei compound because both sides apparently peacefully coexist in there. Rumours say that the Weis don't miss their dead for too long because most of them linger. They had no need to record their history in writing because they could easily contact their ancestors.

Ah, what happened to them? Who can say... Maybe the natural world has had enough of the living consorting with the dead. Maybe someone thought them too unnatural to continue existing. Maybe their dead spirited them off.

What we do know is that several years before the fall of Xianle, the kingdom woke up to the Wei groves burnt to ashes. The burn was apparently so thorough that no one could figure out if they were attacked or left in their own accord. No one could contact their dead.

Perhaps if they were gentry, the kingdom would've poured more effort into looking into their disappearance. But alas, they were just a commoner clan who was only slightly weirder than most.

One does wonder if their disappearance was an omen for what was to come. But who knows, really? Fate is fickle like that.

Hm? You know of a Wei? Two Weis? Are you sure it's 魏 and not 位 or 衛? Ah, so it's really 魏?

So they've popped up again after all these years? Who would've thought...

Tell me, do they still talk weird to the dead? Do they live around graveyards befriending all the ghosts?

Come, come, let's trade a story for a story yeah? Tell this lowly one all about these new Weis.

I certainly have forever to listen.

[yanderes-galore]

May I please request cult lamb were the lambs darling is another lamb?

Sure! I actually like this idea :)

Yandere! The Lamb with Lamb! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Isolation, Fear of abandonment, Obsession, Mentions of having children but it's vague as you're both GN, Forced relationship, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior.

Lambs have been hunted by The Bishops to prevent the old prophecy of the chained one.

The Lamb thinks that they are the last one to the slaughter.

The Bishops themselves think that is true.

It turns out they were all wrong.

The Lamb can't believe their eyes when they see you.

Losing (almost) their entire kind really messed with their psyche.

Yet here you are, in front of them, a lamb with soft wool and innocent eyes compared to their haunting ones.

You're just as surprised to see another of your kind.

You've been hiding in the shadows in fear of being found and slaughtered.

Desperately, perhaps even naivély, you ask for their protection.

Surely with the Red Crown they will be able to make things right?

The Lamb eagerly accepts you into their flock.

You'll even notice them absentmindedly stroking your wool, yearning for a feeling of familiarity.

Honestly, The Lamb would feel more attached to a darling who's also a lamb like them.

After all, you both are the only ones of your species.

They'd want to catch your eye, somewhat hopeful of bringing lambs back into the land.

As a result their attempts at your attention are stronger than normal.

They're eager, often hovering around you.

The followers of The Lamb also praise you, being a lamb like their leader.

You are happy you found a surviving member of your kind...

Although you do wish they were less eager to court you.

The gifts, affection, and constant attention get overwhelming after awhile.

The Lamb does not understand your hesitance.

To them the best thing to do is keep you beside them.

Lambs must stay together in their herd.

Oh, TOWW finds this little discovery interesting.

It appears his vessel has found another of their kind.

What luck.

TOWW finds the desperation of The Lamb towards you amusing.

What would they do if you passed on... you lack immortality like them.

Perhaps they'd beg?

Maybe they'd ask the bishop of death for mercy?

TOWW promises if The Lamb is good for him, your life will be as long as theirs.

Honestly, being a lamb like The Lamb would probably be overwhelming.

The similarities are nice...

But The Lamb is so scared to be alone again that they cling to you.

They have so much power in their cult.

Who are you to turn to?

Your life is stuck in the camp.

Safe from predators, safe from death...

The Lamb feels since they have the power to control who lives and who dies with TOWW, they know what's best.

It's not like you'll fight them-

Lambs tend to be submissive creatures... The Lamb is simply different due to TOWW.

As they hold your face and stroke your wool... they bleat towards you.

A sound meant to be comforting...

The Lamb feels like family... perhaps even a future partner.

You just wish they gave you more of a choice instead of suffocating you in their desperation and loneliness like it's love.

[shalpilot]

Id love to hear your thoughts about doflamingo and rosinante

they make me insane. Doflamingo is an absolutely horrendous person and my favorite type of villain- one so charismatic that he has a following of people who would die for him, but he barely blinks when he loses them. He presents himself as someone who’s built a family; who’s brought people together, but he’s a cult leader who’s curated a group of desperate people who are deeply infatuated with him and his image. He says he loves his family, but the second they lose their value, he has no issue with casting them out or just dealing with them himself. This extends to his brother, the final member of his immediate family on the earth, who he killed in cold blood- but what I don’t see a lot of people talking about is that he was going to do that anyways. He wanted Cora to perform the immortality operation on him! There was no outcome in Doflamingo’s mind where Corazon left that island alive. He’s such a fucking despicable man I loathe him from the bottom of my heart but he is so very very interesting.

Corazon is a very sad man who thinks he is a much worse person than he is. He started helping Law for what I believe are selfish reasons- he wanted to prove that he could be a good person- but he ended up truly feeling connected to and responsible for Law’s safety and happiness. He saw his brother in Law; a hurt, angry child who wanted to lash out at the world and knew he had one more chance to save someone who’d been burned by the world. He held a lot more love in his heart than he gave himself credit for. He wanted so hard to believe in his brother, to believe Doflamingo wouldn’t hurt him, and that faith ended up killing him. That doesn’t mean his love was misplaced or that he was wrong- obviously you should be able to believe that your family won’t hurt you. Doflamingo is just an evil, evil man who was born wrong.

One of the most blatant pieces of symbolism in One Piece is Corazon literally shoving a heart into Law’s mouth. Get loved idiot. Even if you think you don’t deserve it, I love you.

tl;dr I like them a little. Also if you like their dynamic watch trigun (98 first then stampede I like that order better)

[writethrough]

The Diviner (Part I)

(Morpheus x Prophetess Reader)

Synopsis: An ordinary outing with Hob Gadling turns sour when you have a vision of someone's death. You must do everything in your power to stop it.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 1385

A/N: I'm so excited to share this with you all! My first (intentional) multi-part fic! A massive shout out to the lovely @7-wonders for helping me through this with her insights and suggestions, you definitely made me feel better about this. But still, after reading this so many times, I feel like it's the worst thing I've written, so, of course, that means I have to release it into the universe and let it go. And with that, I hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist | Part II

You never thought it would come to this, standing before Dream of the Endless, ready to die.

—  

Living amongst humans, you hardly crossed paths with the Endless. The only one you really saw was Death. You sought her out sometimes. Immortality was lonely if you didn’t know how to navigate it.  

In one particular meeting, she sent Hob Gadling in her place. He became a confidant, even better than Death on some occasions. He was closer to what you were—a human given immortality. And you, a seer, an oracle, a prophetess—able to see the future and walk through it—an ability you never asked for.  

Life was a funny, fickle thing.  

It had been hundreds of years since you last saw Morpheus. You encountered him and Destiny long ago but would never forget what they did.  

In the 15th century, you were strolling through a meadow of wildflowers as tall as trees one moment, only for them to melt away and reveal Destiny and Dream.   

That dream had been your last. 

It was easy to despise them at first. You watched every member of your family die. You barely aged, and when the whispers began, you fled.  

Every new place unfolded into the same pattern. You developed friendships, found love, and built your new life from the ground. You foretold their deaths, fled when people grew suspicious, and returned to watch those you loved lowered into the earth.  

It was like breathing to hate them, but unlike you, things changed.  

You stopped seeking out the expectations of human life, stopped living day by day, and started seeing the bigger picture.

You hadn’t realized how you could influence your visions until you wandered, not because you had to, but because you wanted to.  

Destiny gave you this life because it was what he had to do, and you were able to help stop so many terrible things with it. You managed to evacuate an oceanside village before a flood, left anonymous tips so the authorities could catch murderers, and pulled a woman out of the way of an oncoming car—one that would go on to change the world.  

But you couldn’t see everything. You couldn’t see your destiny. You weren’t Endless or all-knowing. And then you hated Destiny more for all the horrible things he let happen—all the people that perished because he refused to interfere—because you didn’t see.  

Death and Hob quelled some of your anger. Their stories of Morpheus were more enlightening than you would have liked.  

He hadn’t given you this power. He only let Destiny find you through your dreams so he could bestow it. Still, guilt by association was damning. And you always wondered why he helped Destiny in the first place.  

But to ask him, he’d have to enter the Waking, and according to Death, that was something he did not do.  

That was another thing you missed—dreaming. The escapism that so many needed, you could not partake in. Your days and nights were full of visions. And unlike dreams, you remembered all of them.  

—  

You’re clutching your side, staring into his blue eyes—your veins on fire.  

You want him dead.  

—  

You appreciated the routine you established with Hob throughout the years—brunch on Sundays, then a walk to your bench at the park.  

You were halfway through your meal when he broached a topic that had become a weekly discussion.  

“My students would love to hear your side of things.”

An unimpressed look shaped your features.  

“My side of things nearly cost me my life,” you said, sipping your tea.  

“Ah, yes, I forgot you aren’t privy to a centennial death meeting with Dream,” he said.  

“Yes,” you hummed in amusement. “Must be nice to choose when you die.”  

“It has its perks.”  

You huffed, rolling your eyes playfully.  

“Now, now, a little respect for your elders!” he laughed.  

You raised a brow. “I’m pretty sure age is redundant at this point.”  

He shrugged. “As long as I get a birthday cake.”  

“I thought you only do that every decade?”  

“I was thinking of switching things up. You only live once, you know!”  

You both burst out laughing, trying to quiet to not disturb the other patrons.  

“Just consider it,” he said after settling. “I think I’m beginning to bore them.”  

“You? Never,” you said.  

His mouth opened, eyes alight, and then your head dropped forward. You had enough cognizance to catch it with your hands as flashes played behind your lids.  

Morpheus trapped.  

A silhouette loomed over him.  

And Death, leading her brother away.  

Hob’s warm hand on your forearms helped pull you out.  

“Are you alright?” he asked. “They don’t usually last that long.”  

You breathed slowly; your head still heavy.  

He said your name.  

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “But we need to find Morpheus.”  

Hob’s voice lowered. “What’s going to happen to Morpheus?”  

You looked up, somewhat steadily. “Someone’s going to kill him.”  

—  

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be reunited with everyone you lost.  

Then why are you petrified?  

—  

You were in the park amongst a crowd after shooting from your seat and leaving Hob to take care of the check.  

It was your best chance to find Death here. There were far too many people for something not to happen.  

Hob called your name, running up beside you.  

“Did you have to take off like that?”  

You scanned the area as you spoke. “I have to warn Morpheus.”  

“I know,” he heaved, “But don’t you know when it will happen?”  

You shook your head. “I couldn’t tell. It was bright, but it was indoors. And it went by so fast.”  

“Okay, what else did you—hey!”  

There!  

She was good at blending in, but you could sense her power.  

And it seemed she sensed yours because she faced you as you approached. And where a smile would normally bloom, a frown took hold.  

“What’s wrong?” she asked, clearly concerned.  

“I saw your brother die,” you said. “But you already know that, don’t you?”  

Her eyes widened. “You had a vision?”  

“Have you warned him?” You ignored her question.  

“I…No, I haven’t.”  

“Then we need to. Can you call Morpheus somehow?” Your mind was running rampant, scenario after scenario, and how to combat them playing out.

She said your name. “If it’s my brother’s time…”

“No. There’s no way he's dying if I can help it. I wouldn’t have seen it if I couldn’t do something!” You hated this feeling bubbling up, like constriction from the inside.  

Morpheus had been an object of your detestment for so long, but he had also opened the door for you to save so many. The least you could do was protect him in return.  

“Okay! Okay,” she said, wanting to calm you. “Let’s go somewhere private.”  

Once you were back at your place, Death called to Dream through her sigil. And while you stood, anxious, Hob sat with one leg over the other, a firm look on Death.  

“Sister.” Morpheus appeared without a sound. Or perhaps he did make one, and you were too in your head.  

He faced you as calmly as the night you met. “Seer.”  

You hadn’t seen him in centuries, but had he been this ethereal when you met?  

“Morpheus.”  

“Why have you summoned me, sister?” Morpheus asked.  

“Someone’s planning to kill you,” you interrupted, arms crossed.

His face pinched ever so slightly. “You’ve seen this?”  

You nodded.  

“Is this true?” Morpheus looked to Death.  

She hesitated. “I don’t know. And that’s what worries me.”  

“Hold on a moment.” Hob waved a hand. “You’re saying you have no knowledge of Morpheus' murder.” He pointed to you. “And yet you’ve seen it.”  

“Then maybe there’s still a way to save you,” you said to Morpheus. “Surely Death of all people has to know when someone will die.”  

Death let out a slow sigh. “I hope that’s the case.” Then met your gaze. “The only comfort I take in all this is your vision. It tells me there’s a chance.”  

“So, what do we do?” Hob asked.  

“We find out who wants Morpheus dead,” you said. “And hope we can stop them.”

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[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Round 3, Poll 2

To Spoon Feed You Comfort v. Soul Traitor

THE POLL IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST! CLICK "KEEP READING".

To Spoon Feed You Comfort: (Accidental Marriage AU)

Have a conversation. Bilbo could certainly do that. He’s learned quite a bit on how to talk to dwarves on this quest after all. He shot to his feet, looking around the room, only for his eyes to meet Thorin’s own. It felt like the dwarf’s gaze was boring into Bilbo, trying to discover his every secret the hobbit had. Courage leaving him, Bilbo opted instead for a walk through the gardens to get his head right. 

It was much later when Bilbo returned to the dwarven common room, only to discover they had made a little fire pit in the center of it. Not wanting to be a part of vandalism, Bilbo found his way onto the outer balconies. 

He has enjoyed the peace and beauty of Rivendell. It was somewhere he’s always wanted to visit after listening to his mother’s stories. He leaned against the railing, watching the fireflies start to appear when he heard a noise behind him. When he turned, he saw Thorin standing there staring at him. Bilbo’s jaw dropped. This was his chance. Before he could utter a word though, a conversation from below captured his attention.

Elrond and Gandalf appeared to be arguing over the state of their quest. Bilbo furrowed his brows, casting a glance at Thorin who also appeared to be listening intently.

“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs in that family…”

Bilbo could feel himself getting worked up. A bunch of Shire gossips, that’s all they were. He would have expected better from the immortal pair. When Bilbo turned around to tell Thorin it was okay, he found the dwarf had already ducked inside the hallway. Bilbo sprinted after him, hollering his name.

“Wait! Thorin, it’s okay!”

Suddenly, a hand caught his wrist spinning him around and pinning his back against the wall in the dark alcove.

“What do you know of it?” Thorin growled, pressing close to him. “What do you know of watching your grandfather’s mind wither until there was not a thought left but that of gold? What do you know of watching your father, your brother, yourself for signs of that same sickness with dread? You in your comfortable little hole. What right do you have to tell me it’s okay?”

Bilbo felt his nose twitch as he took a sharp breath. Thorin let him go, and Bilbo quickly grabbed his jacket to keep him from leaving.

“I know nothing of sickness of the mind or gold. But I know you. Or at least I think I’ve come to know you. I’ve watched you care for your company, every single member. I know how seriously you carry your burdens. But Thorin, I’ve never once worried for your sanity, mad quest to burgle from a dragon aside.”

Bilbo hadn’t meant to say that last bit, and he froze worried he might have offended Thorin by making light of it. Instead, the dwarf gave a small chuckle. A noise that had Bilbo’s heart pounding faster. This was it. This was the exact moment where he should tell him.

Soul Traitor: (Reincarnated Soulmates)

A memory from far away came bidden to Bilbo’s mind as his lips ticked upwards slightly.

“And most amusing for you?” He finished.

Gandalf chuckled. “The only thing I will find amusing is when the dwarves realize how wrong they are about you.” He lowered his voice as if he were about to impart a secret. “A rather stubborn race that tends to stick to their own preconceived notions until proven otherwise.”

Bilbo shook his head with a sigh. Just how was he supposed to prove them wrong if they wouldn’t even give him the time of day? He had the strangest urge to hug Gandalf close like a child hiding in their mother’s skirt. However, if there was one thing in the world more stubborn than dwarves, it was wizards when they got an idea in their head. 

“If I asked you to take me back home to the Shire instead, would that be on your way?”

“I’m afraid not.” Gandalf smiled gently. “You will either be traveling to Rivendell with the company, or back home to the Shire alone.”

Bilbo sighed. His mother used to travel alone. Surely, Bilbo could retrace his steps easily enough. 

“Halfling!” Thorin barked. “Let’s go. The day will get away from us if we don’t depart now.”

Bilbo looked over to see all the dwarves already in their saddles, waiting for him to finish his conversation with Gandalf. Bilbo turned back to the wizard who merely gave him a wink.

“I will see you again. I promise, Bilbo.”

Something in Bilbo settled at his words even knowing that could mean in another life. Bilbo hugged the wizard tightly before turning back to Thorin and company. He gave a single nod as he grabbed Myrtle's saddlehorn, pulling himself up onto her back. Seeing him finally ready to go, Thorin swiftly pulled his pony’s reins around, leading their group out of town. Most of the dwarves rode in pairs, conversing with each other in low tones leaving Bilbo at the back of the group alone. He turned back to give one last look at Gandalf, but the wizard was already gone. Bilbo took a deep breath as he came upon a fork in the road. One path taking him home, the other following the company. 

He contemplated his options. Did he want to go home? Or did he want to see this through? He knew what his head was screaming at him, but his heart…his heart knew he would go back to being a shell of a hobbit in the Shire. He needed to do this. Regardless of how uncomfortable it was. Besides, Rivendell has always been somewhere he’s wanted to see. Maybe he would finally find peace amongst the rumored beauty of the Last Homely House. Ever so gently, Bilbo nudged Myrtle along after the dwarves. His eyes glued to the backside of the pony in front of him hoping he was not about to regret this decision.

***

Bilbo had gotten a taste of living off the road from his short journey with Gandalf, but it still wasn’t enough to prepare him for camping with the dwarves. 

[aufi-creative-mind]

I hc that the Bargainer Statues are early depictions of the Fierce Deity (who's true form therefore has 4 eyes), who is referred to as a Kishin in Japanese, which according to folklore, are wrathful, powerful, even scary-looking beings & vicious fighters, but are also deeply compassionate, benevolent, & protectors at there core. They're said to enact just & righteous vengeance for those who've been wronged.

Anyway, my thoughts are that he is the 3rd in the Hylian/Demise triad, being where the Hero's Spirit originates from. I also hc that he created the Sheikah much like how Hylia created the Hylians. (So, if the naming conventions follow, his true name could start with "Shei" or "Sheik.")

Anyway, he's a god of war, the moon, heroism, & death. Which is why Link is always able to see spirits. He gathered spirits & fought or soothed Poes (the enemies) either by fighting them or playing the Song of Healing.

The Dark Clumps being pieces of the pseudo-flesh that spirits form to create Poes & the Depths Set being made from this pseudo-flesh.

Also, I hc that the symbols are actually ancient Sheikah script, which the Fierce Deity taught the Sheikah. And before losing or giving up his immortality, he tasked the Sheikah with taking his place, which is who delivered the spirits to the Bargainer Statues before Link.

This is part of the reason why the Sheikah are so heavily associated with death & graveyards.

As for who the Bargainers are, they are this thing called a bushin in Japanese culture, which there deities have the ability to split pieces off of themselves & create lesser copies that rule over certain areas, but are lead by the source deity. The same is said for the Goddess Statues. Basically, Hylia & Fierce gave up their immortality, but the statues are still being run by their bushin.

Stop me, I will literally talk you ear off if you don't.

Anyway, what are your thoughts??

.................................................... OP. My guy, my gal, my non-binary pal. Why did you drop this on my inbox? This needs to be its own proper post! This is a very fascinating take on the Bargainer and the other known deities in the Zelda world.

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Ngl, I haven't thought much about the Bargainer and their role is since there's so little in their lore. Other than "guiding lost souls into the afterlife without prejudice" and exchanging materials, weapons and outfit sets in return of Poes... (Kinda like how the Goddess Statue exchanges Blessings for Hearts, Stamina and Sage's Wills).

And seeing so many Poes in the Depths in a state of purgatory, makes me think that they are akin to the Grim Reaper of sorts. On top of the Yiga notes about how those "strange statues" would rip the souls out of fellow members if they come too close to it in the Depths.

I also imagine that the name "Bargainer" is a recent title when they were (re)discovered by present-day Hyruleans. And their true name had already been lost to the looooooong passage of time. And for all we know, the "Bargainer" was the god(dess) of the long extinct Zonai people.

That's about as far as I have for the Bargainer.

As for other deities like Hylia, Demise and the Fierce Deity, I don't have much beyond what is present in the games and the popular headcanons shared within the Zelda fandom.

I do have headcanons on how each race and clans interpret these deities and their own faith systems. For example, the Sheikah view Hylia as a "two faced" deity with "light and shadow" themes in their faith. Which is in contrast to their Hylian counterparts who have more clear-cut views on Hylia as the benevolent protector-goddess of their people (And why the Horned Statue exists and is shunned and hidden away).

(Though this is all part of my BotW-TotK Family and Legacy story.)

TL;DR I don't have a lot of ideas / headcanons on who or what these deities are. BUT I do have headcanons on how they are interpreted by different peoples/races.

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But seriously though OP, if you're reading this, you need to create dedicated posts and elaborate more on these headcanon ideas. They have POTENTIAL to become some very delicious reads.

[miss-conner3]

Hi I'm here to ask a question in regards of Ando. I noticed in your recent pic of them the lamb gave him a golden necklace presumably. How does Ando feel about having immortality given (or forced) on him?

Also as another side question. (You don't have to answer this one if you dont want to) what would the lamb do if someone tried to hurt or kill their brother (or if their brother tried to harm themselves in a dark senerio).

I'll answer the first question according to where we are in the story shown so far, which is where Ando is introduced to the cult and begins to seriously wonder where the heck he and his brother are.

With that clear, I would say that the only thing Ando thought was that this necklace was extremely expensive, due to the fact that it is made of gold. So he would feel that he couldn't use anything so valuable in such a careless manner.

Although before wanting to return the necklace, his brother would assure him with a smile that this was simply a gift that is customary to give in this place.

A gift that is only given to siblings.

So Ando, trusting his word and considering the value that the necklace given to him must have, wouldn't ask anything else.

As for knowing if this necklace gives him immortality, he wouldn't find out about that until a long time later.

This is because currently in the cult there are few people who have this type of necklace, and luckily for the lamb, they are not kind enough to reveal something so obvious to our clueless Ando.

Well, at least for now.

As for the second question, possibly the lamb would give a difficult time to those who dare to touch his family member; after everything he did to bring him back, he would not leave the aggressors alone.

As for the scenario where Ando would want to harm himself, let's say that, even though the lamb hates seeing others harm him, as long as it is his brother's will, the lamb would not interfere.

After all… he made sure that Ando could never give up on life.

Even if he decided to give it up.

[winwintea]

last love - prologue

PAIRING ▸ random nct members x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, angst, lots of angst, supernatural, wayyy too much angst

WARNINGS ▸ angst. and character death??

WORD COUNT ▸ 562

SUMMARY ▸ after living as an immortal being for centuries, your life must surely come to an end. that is unless you turn someone else into one of your kind. but the only reason why you'd ever do such a thing, is for love. thankfully your butler just kidnapped 5 men to your mansion and will be holding them there for a month! but will you fall in love with one of them or forever cease to exist?

MASTERLIST

Deep in the woods, far from human society, there was a strange, empty looking mansion. Not so empty as it appeared, in truth.

Two called this house home. One was your butler, Ricky. He’d served you for centuries; a memento of your family. They'd been destroyed by the lost arts of the eterni hunters. Considered a ‘monster’ by their definition, “immortal." They tried to exploit the eterni for their own gain. You were the very last eterni now.

"Madam, I don't know what to say…”

"You need say nothing, Ricky."

"I am not so disciplined as to remain quiet while my mistress is on the cusp of fading away…!”

It's almost pathetic, how hard they worked to hunt you when loneliness is a far easier killer. 

A "quirk" of your species is that only true eterni are capable of turning a mortal into one of your kind. However, they would only be like Ricky, a lesser eterni, with a lifespan of some few centuries. 

You’d never turned a mortal in all your long life. But the curious nature of an Eterni is such that if they do not do so even once ...Their bodies fail and they will die. Your strength was failing. You were nearing the limit, you knew. Yet… you would never mother a generation of Eterni who will themselves be doomed to live on as the last of their kind. If you had to- if you had to turn someone.

You would do it for love. 

But you’ve never found love in an eternity. Poor Ricky though… Loyal to a fault, he’d conned 5 human men from the village out into these dark woods… and trapped them in our mansion. Ricky had hoped you might fall in love with one, and turn him as well. 

“Once the full moon comes and the house’s power weakens, they will be able to leave through the front gate on their own.” you gave Ricky an annoyed look, but not exactly disciplining him.

“I hadn’t intended to keep them here any longer. I thought a month might be long enough to-” There was no need to go over his plan again. Ricky felt bad enough about it. But in desperation, we forget the distasteful.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. I know you did this for me. And I feel awful about leaving you alone when I am gone.”

Ricky only stared at you, his eyes dead serious, “Madam. I am your loyal servant. Should you leave this world… I will only stay in it long enough to see your affairs settled. But I would not be the only one to mourn you. The man staying with us has become quite fond of you, having overcome his surprise.” He smiles to himself, “...And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve opened your heart to him this past month. Would you not consider sharing your life with him?”

You consider his words, but don’t speak. “Madam… I am afraid you will not last until the gate opens. I beg of you, turn him before the next full moon. Turn him into an eterni. Or else…”

Or else you will disappear. Should you find love before the end, would you risk everything to turn your beloved into a tortured creature like yourself? Or would you set him free? The waxing moon would soon force the choice upon you.

[heartc0ffin]

Hiii, questions for the darkship ask! 🪓, ⛓ and 🎁 :3

Thank you!! These questions are very interesting, and I think they might fit a new f/o that I have at the moment, so I will answer for another secret f/o (ϰ)! :3

cw: mentions of cults, just in case.

⛓️ - If your F/O could keep you by their side forever through unconventional means, (being immortal via soul pact, vampirism, science) would you let them?

Hrm... well, in this universe things like immortality in a literal sense don't exist, but robot copies/AI do. However, ϰ strongly opposes things that go against the 'natural order,' so I don't see him using that route to keep her living on.

However, he has technically already got her to stay by his side through his cult. Lambda is already pretty much bound to him as he gives her means to live and a 'family,' and even gave her the new name she goes by. Her old life and identity are a thing of the past, and she didn't exactly have a choice in that, but has come to accept it.

🪓 - Does your F/O ever fear losing control around you? How do you reassure them? Or do you like the chaos?

I don't think he has this fear. He knows he is the leader and is the one keeping the group together. He exudes a confidence and is pretty self-assured in what he's doing at all times. He's also like, super smart and I think plans things meticulously, so the risk of things falling into chaos is never really heard of.

I think the only scenario I can see him losing control of himself is in a very rare chance that his plans don't follow through and ruins the cause, then he might lose his temper, and I think Lambda, being a passive person, would be scared to step in and do much during that moment. Later she may try to approach him when he is calmer and assure him that they can start from scratch.

🎁 - Has your F/O ever gifted you something darkly romantic, like a token from their crimes or a memento from a fallen enemy?

It's definitely possible that he might gift Lambda something from some sort of raid or home invasion that he caused in the past, but I'm unsure what that would be at the moment. Honestly, it might just be some sort of essential, like clothes that belonged to whoever owned the home. Maybe in an extreme case, he'd steal the family's pet and gift it to her. Something small... like a bird, or gerbil... y'know, to keep her company. But for the most part I think his gifts are actually pretty tame 'hippy' stuff that he DIYed himself, like jewellery. Not all his gifts are dark tbh!

Bracelets, necklaces, flower crowns, or something that he handmade for her to show he cares. I guess since he only cares about natural stuff, he might use animal bones at times.. I guess that counts as morbid too. I don't even think this is an exchange just between them either, but all the cult members probably make little tokens for each other, so Lambda is usually wearing something gifted from each of them.

[notmoreflippingelves]

I'm biased as heck and I'm gonna go with one of my faves - how about 18, 22 and 25 for Francisco from EoA and a freebie question - thoughts on his relationship with Esteban pre and post series?

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

It gets much less screen time/focus than his relationship with the other characters, but Francisco's relationship with Isabel is very underrated and one of my favorites to watch. It's especially poignant and striking as Francisco is the oldest of the main characters, and Isabel is the youngest--but there is still so much understanding and affection between them. And the two of them have such similar personalities.

I feel like they are probably the most alike of all the Flores family members. Both are quieter and relatively even tempered (or at least compared to the rest of the family who are much more talkative and hot-headed), sensitive, creative/artistic. I'd also say that they are the two "wisest" members of the family and the most open-minded. (Though of course, they do have their very stubborn moments as well!)

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Honestly, I don't think I've read a ton of Francisco fic, but not really sure that there's a ton out there. But I do enjoy the little I see of him as a background character in other fics. In terms of an aspect that I like (and would love to see more of), I really enjoy seeing focus on his relationships with Isabel and Esteban. Much of the Francisco content that we see in the show itself is understandably focused on his relationships with Luisa and Elena, so it's always nice to see fanwork delve deeper into his dynamics with the other members of his family. I've already talked a bit about his relationship with Isabel and I will talk more in another question about his relationship with Esteban. But yeah, these are really rich, underrated dynamics that have so much wonderful potential to be explored.

As for something I don't like, I read a fic once where Francisco died the day after "Coronation Day," and he sort of knew that it was going to be his last day, which gave him a bit of an extra vitality on the day itself. And just...it made me too sad. Plus, like Esteban was just finally reintegrated into the family again, Elena just ascended the throne. There's so much going on in Francisco's life at the end of the series that he should be there for. Yeah, I get that he's older and he might not be in the best of health (especially given his sweet tooth). But no, in my mind, all the characters (except Shuriki, lol) are functionally immortal for the foreseeable future.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I liked Francisco reasonably well from the start, and I like him even better now. I find him a nice, calming presence for the Flores family. He gets a long reasonably well with everyone and is able to provide some very sweet moments as well as a little bit of humor.

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!-- thoughts on his relationship with Esteban pre and post series?

While we really don't get to see all that much of it, I feel that Francisco's relationship with Esteban was very, very good-- pre-series, during the main timeline of the show, and post-series alike. In fact, I feel like I would go so far as to say that it's probably one of (if not THE) most positive relationship in Esteban's life. Esteban was around 8-9, when he was orphaned, so he likely remembers very little about his actual father. Instead, Francisco was the fatherly presence guiding Esteban through the struggles of adolescence.

He would've been the one who taught Esteban everything he knows about being a man. He would have been the one to teach him how to tie his cravat and how to shave. (My headcanon is that adult!Esteban decided to grow out his beard and mustache during the Dark Times specifically as a way of honoring his absent abuelo who has his own impressive facial hair). He was probably also the one to teach Esteban how to play the guitar and the one we see in "Secret of Avalor" may even have been a gift from him. (Shame that Shuriki probably had it destroyed at the end of the scene).

And the little hints that we see of their relationship in the main series suggest that the relationship continues to be strong. During Esteban's trial, Francisco is the only one to vote in his favor. His line about judging Esteban not for the mistakes of his past but the man he has become in the present--suggest that in Francisco's view, Esteban has become a man that he is proud of and one that is already worthy of forgiveness/a second chance. As a lonely, love-starved, fatherless boy, Esteban probably worshipped Francisco when he was a child, and so to hear that --even knowing Esteban's greatest mistake--Francisco is still proud of what he's become must have been so validating for Esteban as an adult. That's all he's ever wanted: to be a great man, a true son of Avalor just like his abuelo. Too bad Luisa then totally crushes Esteban's heart immediately afterwards.

I am also very struck by the throne room scene with Francisco, Luisa, and Cahu in "Coronation Day." While Luisa has the flashier role in the scene and the more powerful lines, I'd argue that Francisco is actually the one who ultimately inspires Esteban's decision to sacrifice himself for Elena.

Esteban watches Francisco call for a sword to defend Luisa from Cahu, hears Francisco ask him "why are you doing this, Esteban?" because Francisco still cares enough about him to want to understand. Esteban knows that Francisco is the kind of man that he himself has always wanted to be, the man that he should be. The man that maybe he still could be if only he had just one more chance. And then he does get that chance, and he's finally able to do exactly what Francisco would do--sacrifice himself to save his family.

I also have a lot of feelings about how the last interaction we see between the two of them on the show is at the end of Esteban's sacrifice-redemption-and-resurrection scene. We see Francisco place a hand on Esteban's shoulder as the scene fades to black.

[goldenjupiterz]

until the end of time pt. 2 | immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

part 1 | part 2

pairing — immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

content warnings — time skips, some fluff stuff, mentions of death and arson, kinda angsty, not proofread

word count — 1.4k

summary — you fall in love with your mortal fiancé, not realizing that he's immortal like you are.

lowercase intended !

until the end of time pt.2 | immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

february 10th, 1869

as it turns out, faking an entire family's death was much harder than it initially seemed. for one, everyone was bickering over new names and roles for the entire family, and trying to decide the place to move to was an absolute nightmare.

and of course, your family turned to you, the 'newbie' for each of these tasks. "it will be good experience." they said. "it's good practice." they said.

it was in fact neither. it was tedious, was what it was, and it was annoying that you were good at it. because despite them lying to you for 23 years of your life, you knew them well. they would end up putting all the work on you, as usual.

blinking a few stray tears away, you walked out of your house, lighting your match as you did so, before tossing it inside.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the lies throughout your life.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the home you've known your entire life.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about your fiancé, knowing that he would think you were dead.

and as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the countless times you would have to do this, over, and over, and over again.

until the end of time.

april 23rd, 1930

"miss y/n!" a voice called. you turned around, plastering a soft smile on your face as you crouched down.

"what can i help you with?" as it turns out, teaching was something you'd come to do a lot over the years, and not because you had to, but because you actually enjoyed doing it.

of course, you made yourself older that you were, 32 instead of 23. no one would accept a teacher that young, and you'd made that mistake more than once.

you and your family restarted your lives every time someone got even a little suspicious, and it was exhausting. you wanted to have friends, have a life, but apparently you couldn't have either. teaching was the closest you could get.

"how do you say this word?" the girl - kai - asked, pointing to a page on her book. your heart jumped a bit as you saw the word and your smiled turned slightly forced.

"imm-or-tal." you sounded out, pointing to each syllable as you said it. "try it." you waited patiently as she sounded it back to you.

"thank you!" kai said, running back to her seat and continuing to read.

you smiled sadly after her, knowing that she would grow old before you ever did.

may 11th, 2000

soon, the 1900s era came to a close and the 2000s began, thus signaling it was time to your family to move to another country. this time, you picked australia, just to spite your mother who was deathly afraid of spiders.

the technology evolvement over the years was certainly something to get used to, and it took an extremely long time to learn the news was people talked.

unfortunately, that was something only you were willing to put the work into while the rest of your family members were fine with getting odd looks out of the street.

repeating college just to get the appropriate degree to teach over and over and over again was getting tedious and you were so tired of it. as much fun as college was and as much freedom as it gave you it wasn't something you ever wanted to go through again. it seemed with each new year, the workload seemed to pile up more and more.

but for now, at least, you were somewhat happy with were you were.

april 16th, 2022

you placed your airpods into your ears as the plane lifted off form the ground, watching as the ground below dropped away further and further. you sighed in relief, closing your eyes and leaning back in your seat.

you weren't sure flying was something you would ever get used to.

a finger tapped you on the shoulder and you opened one eye to peer at the girl next to you. "yeah, what's up?" you asked, trying to sound friendly and not like you were desperately in need of sleep.

"were are you headed?" the girl asked in a cheerful voice, giving you a big grin. you groaned at the interaction internally.

"la. i'm going to go see a concert." you said, hoping the conversation would end.

"me too!" she squealed. "stray kids, right?" when you nodded your head, she asked, "who's your bias?"

"i don't know them. at all." you said, shifting uncomfortably. "a friend of mine recommended i go see them but i didn't do any research beforehand."

"well, i'll get you caught up!" she said, pulling up a few images on her phone and beginning to explain them to you in great detail.

you squinted, leaning closer to the last image on her phone.

han?

well, you were screwed.

april 19th, 2022

the stadium was loud with cheering as stray kids finished their final song. fans waved their arms, shoving and pushing to be seen or heard.

you stood silently next to emeline, the girl you'd met on the plane. just your luck, you ended up sitting next to each other at the concert too, which was absolutely delightful.

she was generally sweet, but the main cause of your discomfort not her, but han. you were desperately avoiding eye contact with your ex fiancé, hoping he wouldn't notice you in the crowd.

you regretted coming to this concert. no, you regretted ever saying yes to your friend's crazy idea of you taking her ticket and going to the k-pop concert instead of her so you could 'live a little'. you regretted not leaving the minute you landed in la. you regretted faking your death, over and over. you regretted taking that match and throwing into your house. you regretted not telling han everything. you regretted the fact that he turned out to be like you.

you regretted the fact that you'd ever met him in the first place.

there were a lot of things you regretted these days.

april 19th, 2022 - three hours after the concert ended

getting lost in the dark and the rain when your phone had died was not a fun thing to do, especially when you'd been walking around, sopping wet, for three hours. you'd had to ask four different people on the street to use their phones to try and find your hotel, and it was still a half hour walk away.

you wish you'd accepted emeline's offer to give you a ride home.

you drummed your fingers on your phone case, as if that would miraculously make it come back to life. the black screen you were staring at stayed black.

things would be much easier if you had a map, something you'd be much more used to using, and something that wouldn't die on you in times of need. but alas, no one these days really used maps out on the street anymore, which was odd. they were extremely useful back in the 1900s.

you looked up as a car parked on the other side of the road and a familiar figure stepped out.

oh no.

"y/n?" he called out and you ducked your head, pretending you didn't hear him. in a few long strides, he crossed the road, and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "it is you." han breathed, his eyes wide in surprise. "how?"

"i'm an immortal. like you," you said, avoiding his eyes. "listen, i need to get back-"

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked, cutting you off, his brows furrowing, and you took a deep breath at his question.

"i didn't know there was anyone else like my family. i thought it would be better if you thought i was dead. you would've done the same thing eventually."

"that doesn't matter. you should've told me."

"and what would i say?" you snapped. "oh, i'm an immortal, and you're going to die long before i do? even if that wasn't true, think about it! it made more sense this way, and you know it." guilt swept through you as you say the look on his face at your words and you sighed. "i'm sorry. i was just so scared to lose you, i thought it would've been better and-"

he cut you again off by softly pressing his lips to your own, and you instinctively melted into the kiss. after a moment, he pulled away, pressing his forehead against you own.

and in that moment, you regretted nothing.

i will love you until the end of time.

[novankenn]

"Ozpin's Fault - AU"

Oz's Hazardous Encounter (1/1) (1100 words)

(Tumblr exclusive "Remake" of Oops My Bad posted on AO3)

Ozpin felt a disturbance, an aura of intense anger approaching his location. Swallowing nervously, he tidied his desk, and made himself presentable. Clasping his hands on his desk before him, he waited with bated breath. As if signalling his impending doom, the elevator dinged in a very sombre tone, before the doors slid open, revealing the source.

"Glynda, what brings..."

"Can it. I know you did something last night, not you're going to fix it!"

"What?" Ozpin squeaked before schooling his voice and regaining his normal tone, "What could you mean? I'm at a loss to what you are referring to."

"Ozpin. Do. Not. Make. Me. Call. Jasmine. Arc."

"Why, would you do that?" Ozpin's face paled.

"Because, you did something last night, and it has directly effected a member of my family... and her son." Glynda said coldly.

"I still have no inkling to what you are referring to."

"Really?"

"I'm serious. I don't know what you are talking about."

"My mistake." Glynda pulled her tablet from under her arm and appeared to take a moment to find something on it, before tossing it on Ozpin's desk. An image of an overly cute blond haired fox faunus woman filling the screen. "Explain. Now."

"Um..." Ozpin was at a loss for words. He had no clue what Glynda was asking of him. So he just went with being stupid. "She's cute?"

"She is my niece..."

"Oh, I didn't know one of your family married a..."

"No you misunderstand. She is my niece... who used to be my nephew... Jaune Arc."

Ozpin's face paled. Now he understood the veiled threat about calling Jasmine Arc, and why Glynda Goodiwtch was on the warpath. He had faced a similar type of anger right after initiation when Glynda took him to task about "Flinging her precious darling nephew off a cliff." It wasn't his fault that Glynda had been sick the day of the initiation planning meeting.

"He... er... she is a real heartbreaker, maybe instead of being mad at me... you should, I don't know, be chasing off the guys that are going to swarm her?"

"Jaune is attracted to girls."

"Not judging, but my comment stands. You know how hormonal teenagers can be..."

"Oh, I do, and I also know how geriatric immortals with too much time on their hands like to play around with us... mortals."

"I do no, such thing!"

"I have to tell you Ozpin, there is an idea rolling about in my head, and I am really tempted to follow through with it..." Glynda gave Ozpin a cold smile. "So before I give in, please help me."

"Help you do what?"

"Find an explanation why my darling, precious nephew is now female and a fox faunus." Glynda growled, "Do you have any thoughts on that matter?"

"Well," Ozpin paused, picking the words that would be least likely to cause Glynda to snap. "What do we know, about the situation."

"It happened last night. Jaune went to sleep as a boy. Felt sick, and then woke up in the bathroom as a girl, this morning."

"That's not much to work with."

"Humour me, and give me your thoughts on a potential cause as to why my darling nephew is now my adorable niece. I would LOVE to hear them."

"Well..." Ozpin paused as he racked his brain to come up with something. "Delayed side effect from a Dust experiment gone wrong?"

"Dust doesn't work that way, so Ozpin, should we see IF you can reach Mount Glenn?"

“I don't think...” Ozpin in his mind could see Glynda trying. He doubted he'd reach Mount Glen, as much as he doubted that his landing strategy would handle the crash landing he would end up having to endure.

"That's right, you're not thinking... so try again."

"Strange glowing meteor?"

“Really?”

“Rare flower pollen?”

“Doubtful.”

“Mutant grimm?”

“Seriously?”

“His semblance?”

“Jaune never unlocked his... her semblance, yet.”

“Maybe he... she has?”

“Doubtful.” Glynda's eyes narrowed. “I noticed you missed a possibility, that would actually be reality knowing what I know about you.”

“Nope, can't think of anything else. Sorry.”

“Magic.”

“Now, now Glynda why would you assume this is magic?”

“Because there is NO other reasonable explanation for it to happen. So. What. Did. You. Do?”

“Why do you feel this is my doing?” Ozpin shifted nervously in his seat. He knew without a doubt he had caused this chaos, but he'd be damned to admit it.; considering who he unintentionally targeted.

“Unless SHE has suddenly decided to change her tactics, and happened to be having a joy walk on Beacon grounds... there is ONLY you as the other suspect.”

“I'm hurt...”

“Not yet, you're not.” Glynda growled.

“I'm serious. I have no idea how this happened.” Ozpin lied through his teeth. He knew exactly how it happened, just not why he did it. Wrong, he did know. He wanted to have some fun and blow off some steam... he just hadn't specifically to target the young Arc heir. He just happened to be a target of opportunity.

“Ozpin...” Glynda reached out, still leaning over his desk, and grabbed him by his collar with her right hand. She yanked him forward until he was nose to nose with her. “You did this. You WILL fix it. Understood?”

“I still...”

“You WILL fix this, or...”

“Or?”

“Beacon will suddenly develop a Space Program.” Glynda glared, her green eyes borrowing right into him, “How would you like to be the first person on Remnant to set foot on the moon?”

“Interesting possibility, but I still have no idea what happened to Mr... Ms Arc.” Ozpin again lied, but he had the distinct feeling it wasn't working with Glynda.

“You DID this.” Yep he was right, Glynda wasn't buying it. “You WILL fix it. Understood?”

“And... if I can't?”

“You'll find out if the moon is actually made of cheese.”

“We both know that...”

“Ozpin.” Glynda cut him off.

“Yes?” Ozpin was unable to suppress the waver in his voice.

“FIX. IT.”

“I can try.” he whimpered as Glynda's grip tightened on his collar making it slightly harder to breath.

“There is NO try. There is do or do not.” Glynda spoke in way too calm of a tone. “And if it is do not... you're going to learn to fly.”

“I'll see what I can do.” Ozpin muttered, knowing he was defeated and resistance was futile. Though he refused to openly admit that he was catalyst for this incident.

“You will do more than see. Understand?”

“Perfectly.” Ozpin replied with a whimper.