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✩‧˚౨ৎ˚✩₊ The Great War PART 2₊✩‧˚౨ৎ˚✩‧

PART 1 + PART 3

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 2800

summary: after meeting Jace by the shore of the sea in secret, the Blacks do everything to reunite the two of you. But will you make it to him safely? And how much are you both willing to risk for each other?

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, arguments and tears, kissing, happy ending

a/n: Part 1 has gotten such love, I needed to write a little sequel. Hope you like it <3

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Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War

It was like every cell of your being was fueled with fire when you returned to King’s Landing much later that night. Vignettes of the beach and Jace were replaying themselves in your mind, making you walk towards your chambers as if in a trance.

You had seen him again.

You had kissed him goodbye as if it was your last time, although he had whispered promises into your ear that it wouldn’t be. Be alert, stay safe, he had said to you between those last breathless kisses. Mother and I will figure out something.

You smiled to yourself, feeling as if the world suddenly looked just a little brighter, although the corridor in front of you was only lit by torches on the wall.

If had been any more concentrated, you would’ve seen him first.

A shadow slipped from the darkness and before you could scream out or even blink, your older brother had pushed you against the hard stone wall, caging you in and scanning your face with his one remaining eye.

“Taking a walk at midnight, sister?” Aemond rasped out and you wanted to squirm away from him, the sudden unpleasant encounter washing all those happy moments from before away. As you tried to slip past him, he caught your wrist so hard, it hurt.

“Let go of me, Aemond.” You gritted your teeth, struggling against his much stronger hold of you.

“What would mother say if she heard you were without a chaperone, hm?” He challenged you, a cruel smile on his face. “Or even worse…what will our great king say if he learns you’ve been with the enemy?”

Everything in you froze at his implication.

You stared at him with wide eyes, heavily breathing. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” You finally ripped your hand free and resisted the urge to caress the burn in your wrist. This would come later, in the safety of your chambers.

Suddenly, you became painfully aware of how you looked. The disheveled hair, rosy cheeks from the cold by the sea, plump lips bruised from kissing… At least, Jace had been careful enough not to leave purple blue flowers on your neck.

Aemond regarded you with an unreadable expression, crossing his hands behind his back. “I’m not saying anything, since you surely are reminded your place and have not crossed paths with our enemies, am I right, dear sister? But if I catch you riding your dragon to where Vhagar can’t have an eye on you, I’ll shoot you out of the sky myself.”

You stared at each other for a very long time. You hated how mute you were always becoming in your brother’s presence, how powerless they both made you feel, like every bravery Jacaerys had breathed into you had suddenly vanished. A flame blown out by ice cold wind.

“Sleep well.” Aemond whispered before he walked away from you.

With each of his leaving steps, you could breathe a little more freely.

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The following weeks only continued to darken the clouds on your horizon.

A concerning new routine found its way into your days, sleeping in late and staying in bed as you watched the grey sky outside your window. Food you only accepted when you really needed to and although your mother gave you concerning and sometimes scolding looks, no one really cared about how you spent your meaningless days.

You had not attended council and you didn’t believe Aegon was going to let you again any time soon. Helaena sometimes visited you, but she spoke in riddles and could not comfort you. The only person who could haunted your dreams and was miles and miles away, across the Blackwater Bay and out of reach.

Jace had told you to be patient and alert, but it was getting harder to get out of bed every day.

“An afternoon refreshment, my princess.”

You looked away from your window, just as the servant turned away from you and left the room. On the table near your bed, a plate of small cakes and fruit waited for you and in the middle of it, was a small roll of parchment.

You furrowed your brows. No one in the castle sent messages to you.

You slowly unrolled it, your eyes reading over the words written, but not quite understanding them yet.

Tomorrow night. We’ll stage a distraction. North gate. We’ll meet you over the Gullet.

Your head snapped up and hope filled your chest once more.

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You squinted your eyes once more as you looked over your shoulder, the massive fire at the feet of the Red Keep painting the night red. The Blacks had outdone themselves; every eye of the city was looking towards the destruction the flames caused.

How poetic. You were leaving your home behind unseen, unheard, while it burned.

You focused on the way ahead of you, the dark sea underneath you and your dragon sparkling underneath the moonlight. You concentrated on the rhythmical wing swing and the prospect of arriving at Dragonstone soon, once again reunited with Jacaerys. Forever this time.

You were not coming back. The next time you’d face your family, you would stand on the other side of this war. And you were ready for it.

But so was Aemond.

A giant beast suddenly busted through the clouds beneath you, your scream being swallowed by Vhagar’s roar as Aemond stirred her towards you. You threw yourself to the right, barely slipping past her giant maw as it snapped shut only inches away from your dragon’s wing.

You heard Aemond screaming your name in fury.

“Naejot!“ You screamed, urging your dragon on to go faster, impossibly faster than the beast chasing you. Your heart was pounding all the way up into your throat as you heard Vhagar roaring behind you. One command from Aemond and you’d fall into the ocean like a burned star. You silently prayed the Gullet was almost under you, praying for just another day, just one more-

“Dracarys!”

You braced yourself, thinking of the dark eyes you had loved so much one more time.

But the dragon fire did not come.

Not for you, at least.

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You still had no idea how Rhaenys had reached you in time or why Aemond had decided to flee then.

Perhaps, you were not worth the fight.

You would’ve never thought to be so thankful at such an idea.

You barely had the time to thank Rhaenys before you had been led through the darkness around Dragonstone, still needing to stay invisible until you had reached the safety inside those walls.

And once you reached them, Jacaerys was there, pulling you tightly against his chest and holding you as if you could simply vanish with the wind every second. You had allowed him to look you over, still shaken and with your mind still on this disastrous flight before he had led you to the hall where his parents had been anxiously waiting.

When you had sat down and his hand had slipped out of yours, you already wanted it back.

But first, they needed to know what had happened out there.

You still couldn’t believe your brother had really wanted to kill you.

After you had finished, Daemon sympathetically pushed over his goblet with wine and you gratefully took it and resisted the urge to chug it back in one gulp.

“How could this have happened?” Jace had been thundering for a while now, walking up and down the room, tense and still out of his mind with worry for you. “Our sources have told us Vhagar has been away from King’s Landing earlier today.”

It seemed like not even the queen had an answer for it.

But you had. You sat up a little straighter, biting your lip before you looked into the flames next to you and spoke. “Aemond has been getting suspicious. He knew of our meeting by the sea and…he had warned me not to pursue it again.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon looked at you with surprise, but Jace was a whole different story.

“What?” He looked at you with wild disbelief. “So you are telling me you’ve went out tonight even though you knew Aemond could’ve caught you and done what not to you?”

“What do you think I should’ve done instead?” You asked him quietly, barely a whisper.

He fixed you with a wide-eyed stare, his fingers trembling as he raked them through his curls. “Perhaps not shown up to our invitation if you knew Aemond was suspicious?” He suggested shakingly. “We would’ve found another way without risking your life.”

“There is no other way, Jace!” You shot back, just as hot-headed as he was now. Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a look over the table, perhaps thinking of their own heated discussions in the past. You drew the blanket you had been given tighter around yourself, taming your tongue. “I would’ve died in that castle, one way or another. I might as well could’ve tried to reach you before my end.”

“Do not talk of such things.” Jace whispered, shaking his head. You saw his brown eyes getting teary at the mere thought of it. “Do not-“

“It doesn’t matter now-“

“It matters to me!” He exploded and you leaned back, shocked at his sudden outburst.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Rhaenyra said calmly, jaw tense. “I think this night has been eventful enough for the two of you. We will deal with everything in the morning, but now I believe you should retire. Jace’s room has been readied for the two of you. We are glad to have you with us here, my dear, we truly are.”

The tension could’ve been cut with a knife as you walked back to Jacaerys’ room.

You had started to shiver, the wet strands of your hair clinging to your neck, clothes ruined and dirty by the stormy weather between the clouds. When the door closed behind you and you took off the blanket, you hissed with pain.

“What is it?” Jace looked at you, alarmed. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head. “Not really, but…I think when I took a turn in the sky, one of the reigns came loose and cut me.” It would explain the burning pain in your shoulder. When you tried to raise your arm to take a look, a sudden whimper tore through you.

Jace was in front of you in an instant, steadying you as he intently looked at your face. “Don’t move too much. I’ll take a look at it, okay?”

“It’s fine…” You did not feel fine.

“Let me help.” Jace said, adding in a whisper: “Please.”

It was quiet once again between you as he slowly led you to the edge of his bed. It would’ve been romantic if you hadn’t been such a mess, but Jacaerys did not seem to care about your appearance. He walked around his room with a mission, collecting a warm washcloth from the basin and a bandage, just in case.

You watched him silently as he went on his knee in front of you and slowly started to peel away your rider’s jacket from your shoulder. You breathed through your teeth as the fabric came away bloody, the burn of the rope worse than you had expected. Now, with the adrenaline leaving your body, the pain came knocking at your door.

Jace grimaced at your pain, intertwining your hand with one of his own as the other gently began to dab at the cut, making you wince with every little motion. “Sorry.” He mumbled, his thumb brushing soothingly over your palm. “It looks like the bleeding has stopped some time ago. That’s good.”

You nodded, still mute and exhausted as you let him take care of you. You almost wanted to sink back into his sheets and simply disappear in them.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper like this.” He said quietly after a while as he wrung out the cloth into the small basin to his feet. “I should’ve stayed composed, especially after the night you had. You are braver than all of us, ñuha jorrāeliarzy. I just- I could never forgive myself if something happened to you. We were thoughtless with this idea and impulsive and-“

“And I am glad of it.” You interrupted him softly. You argued with yourself if you should tell him how you had slowly rotted away in King’s Landing, withering without his light and the love his family embraced you with.

“You’ve gotten hurt.” He interjected gravely.

“Which wasn’t your fault.”

“But-“

You raised a hand, wanting to cup his cheek, but quickly stopped when it burned.

Jace was still kneeling in front of you, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips so he could softly kiss your knuckles. You could almost smell how worried he was about you, how he was still battling with himself, making himself think this was his fault. He brushed back a lost curl from your face and smiled sadly. “I forget myself. You’ve had a long journey. I do not want you to suffer even more, I’ll go fetch a Maester.”

“It’s only a scratch.” You joked tiredly, which earned you a doubting look. “Please, Jace. I’ll be fine until morning. I just need you. I’ve longed to be with you like this again for so long.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He said hoarsely, slowly rising to his feet, adoration burning in his eyes. “I could barely stay calm all day. Perhaps I’ve dreamed up that you’re here now.  If so, I never want to wake up again.”

You smiled at him, a real smile this time. “Then I’ll be dreaming with you, Jace.”

And finally, you could see a smile on his face too. “I will get some clothes for you.”

Quietness came down on the room once more, the comfortable kind this time.

You watched from the bed as Jace rummaged through his closet and pulled out one of his longer tunics, all warm cotton and his scent coating it. He helped you with your shoes, insisting that you should not move a finger anymore tonight. He lovingly kissed your ankles and took the most care that you wouldn’t have to lift your injured arm too much as he slid the piece of clothing over your form.

“There.” He looked at you warmly as you shuffled back into the sheets. “Gods, I have missed seeing you in my clothes. My bed.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, although you knew you did not have the strength anymore to do exactly what you wanted to do with him. Your muscles were sore and your bandaged shoulder only good for one night, but you knew Jace was going to wait a lifetime for you if he had to.

Perhaps a whole lifetime laid ahead for the two of you now.

You nestled yourself against his chest as he slipped beneath the covers with you, sighing happily as your head fit perfectly into the place where his neck met his strong shoulder. A dark curl was tickling your forehead and as he closed his arms around you, one leg shifting to fit between your thigh, you knew you were home.

You listened to the sound of him breathing, your bruised hearts slowly calming down until you were sure they were beating in sync. Only a few candles by the bed lit the room and you felt yourself slowly drift into a well-deserved sleep.

But there was one thing still tormenting your love’s mind.

“It’s just…” Jacaerys whispered into the darkness of his room. You could feel him swallow tightly, his fingers trying to calm himself by caressing your spine. “Tonight made me think of Luke. And knowing you’ve been up there, with Vhagar so close to you- I can’t lose you, my love. I can’t.”

You shuffled until you could look at him, chest aching at the unshed tears in his beautiful eyes.

“You won’t lose me.” You promised him, wiping away his tears. “You will never lose me, Jace, I promise you. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

He sniffled, but nodded fiercely. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered and lifted his chin so you could kiss him.

The kiss by the beach had grown into a wildfire, untamed and fueled by the desperation of wanting each other for so long. This one made you dizzy for a different reason.

There was a final calmness to it as your lips softly moved against each other, tasting every second like the world only slowed down for you. It was slow and relishing, like the first breath of fresh air after a lifetime of holding your breath. Your nose brushed against his as your hand found its way into his curls and if your shoulder had been any healthier, he would’ve hoisted you into his lap.

But unlike the other times you had come together, you had all the time in the world now.

And tomorrow, the sun would rise and shine just a little brighter, because you had finally found each other.

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(I'm writing a third and final part 3, so let me know if anyone would like to be tagged when I post it 🥰🎀)

[wonhes]

WARNINGS: SUGGESTIVE JOKES, LIGHT MAKE OUT SESSION, READER SITS ON SOHEE’S LAP (idk if that should even be a warning but just in case 😭)

DISCLAIMER: please keep in mind ALL cloud 9 characters are FICTIONAL. i’m never claiming any of the riize members are like how i’m writing them out to be in this series. if you don’t like how i’m portraying a member please simply stop reading and scroll away. thank you! 🤍

☁︎ — 7:28 PM MAY 31, 2024

looking at the mirror one last time, you quickly turn off the restroom light and move to go open the front door. at the sight of SOHEE standing in front of you, you immediately let go of the door handle and rush towards him.

meanwhile, sohee stood there rehearsing what he wanted to say to you. at the realization that the door was now open, he looks up at you and sends you a nervous smile.

“pretty girl-” he begins but is completely caught off guard with the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist. tightly wrapping your arms around him, you rest your head on his chest. stumbling backwards a bit, sohee quickly regains his balance before dropping what he had in his hands and making way to wrap his arms around you.

“your heart is beating really fast,” you mumble after a while, slightly moving your head from his chest to take a peek at him. with rosy cheeks, sohee lets out a small chuckle and nods his head at you.

“for you,” sohee responds back. “it only ever beats fast for you.”

smiling up at him, you move over to place a kiss on his cheek and slowly remove your arms from his waist. not wanting to let go of you, sohee quickly moves a hand to grab on to yours. quickly looking down at your hands, you gently intertwine your fringes with his before taking a small step backwards to get a better view of him.

“i’m sorry,” you say, causing sohee to immediately scrunch up his face in utter confusion.

“no,” he shakes his head at you. “i’m the one who’s sorry.”

“pretty boy-” you start, only for sohee to continue shaking his head at your words.

“you have every right to be upset.” he states as he lightly squeezes your hand.

“pretty girl i’ve never-” he quietly continues. sohee finds himself avoiding eye contact, embarrassed on what he’s about to say.

“i may not know what i’m doing but what i do know is that i want you.” he says, shifting his focus back on you. “i want to keep learning more about you and what you like and don’t like,” he begins ranting. “i’ve never done this before—“ he lets out a shaky sigh. “but i really want this with you. i want to learn. i may be confused right now, not fully knowing how to navigate this but i really do want this. i want this with you. i want you.” he slightly repeats himself, trying his best not to stutter as he gives your hand another tight squeeze.

“i’m sorry it took me forever to realize i was upsetting you, i swear i didn’t do it on purpose. i didn’t mean to ignore you, or make it seem like if i was putting anton before you. i was hanging out with him to try and get him to be okay with us dating. i didn’t fully understand what was happening until it was too late. i didn’t know he was rubbing it in your face. i never meant to-”

“pretty boy-”

“no, pretty. please listen,” sohee pouts at you. “i didn't mean to hurt you and god i am so sorry that i hurt you-”

“sohee,” you let go of his hand to place both of your hands on his cheeks. “look at me,” you mumble out.

“we’re okay,” you say, causing sohee to immediately shake his head at you. “pretty boy, i was jealous because you kept hanging out with anton and ignoring me-” you sigh as you look up at him.

“it wasn’t on purpose,” sohee cuts you off, sadly eyeing you.

smiling at him, you nod at him before continuing. “i didn’t know it was because you were trying to get on his good side.”

“he’s your brother, pretty. i want him to like me enough for him to like the idea of us dating,” he mumbles shyly.

“pretty boy-”

“don't get mad but i also showed him our texts so he could help me figure out what else might be wrong.” sohee immediately scrunches up his face and closes his eyes to avoid seeing your reaction.

gasping at his sudden confession, you bring both hands to cover your mouth. “sohee,” you say in disbelief.

hesitantly opening his eyes, sohee tries his best to not mumble how cute you look with your current expression. “pretty girl, he’s my best friend,” sohee tries reasoning with you.

shaking your head at him, you bring a hand up in the air to let him know to give you a moment. “my brother saw my down bad texts,” you mumble out in complete horror. “oh my god.”

biting his bottom lip to stop himself from letting out a small chuckle, he brings his hand to grab yours once more and gently caresses your hand with his thumb.

“pretty, he saw my down bad texts too,” sohee tries making you feel better. “but thanks to him i realized what was going on.”

looking up at him confused, you tilt your head at him waiting for him to continue. “i’m sorry for not catching on to your hints. i honestly didn’t even know they were hints. i was too busy focusing on getting anton to like me again and i just- in my head it doesn’t make sense that you would want to hang out with me so i didn’t read too much into them,” he quietly added. at his confession, you soften your expression.

“pretty boy, i like you. of course i’m going to want to hang out with you. i don’t want just texts or phone calls or facetime calls,” you say pouting at him. “i want you. i want to see you, physically. i want to learn everything about you too.” you ended, smiling at him before slightly tugging at his hand. “let’s go inside?” brightly smiling down at you, he nods at your words.

“wait!” he suddenly says causing you to stop your movements. “pretty girl i dropped your flowers,” sohee sadly states as he bends down to pick up the bouquet. pouting at you, he looks down at the flowers once more and takes notice of their current state.

“pretty boy,” you giggle out, trying to take the bouquet from his hand.

“my pretty girl deserves pretty flowers, i’m so sorry. when you hugged me i just threw them on the ground without thinking,” he sadly mumbles, looking at you with big sincere eyes.

“pretty boy,” you chuckle at his expression. moving a hand to cup his cheek, you bring his focus back to you. “i think they’re beautiful.”

“i think you’re more beautiful,” he quickly says back, in a complete daze. blushing at his compliment, you send him a small shy smile.

“i’m going to kiss you, if that’s okay-” you start telling him only for him to quickly nod at you.

“yes!” he immediately answers back. “more than okay.”

giggling at his reaction, you move to stand closer to him. looking at his eyes before looking down at his lips, you move your hand to the back of his neck to softly bring him closer to you. standing up straighter, you lean forward and slowly close your eyes. at the sight of you nearing closer to him, sohee looks down at your lips before closing his eyes and slightly tilting his head and closing the gap between you two.

placing a small peck on his lips, you gently move away and offer sohee a smile only for him to immediately crash his lips against yours for another kiss.

with your lips now touching his once more, you find yourself letting go of his hand to place it on his chest. bringing a hand up to your chin, sohee continues kissing you back causing you to slowly move your hand and place it behind his neck. with both hands on his neck now, you move one towards his scalp and gently run your fingers through his hair as you deepen the kiss.

feeling your hands on him and you lightly tugging on his bottom lip, sohee immediately drops the bouquet of flowers yet again, and brings a hand to your waist to pull you closer to him, if even possible. giggling at his urgency, you give him one last peck before moving away, causing sohee to let out a small whine in protest.

“let’s go inside, yeah?” you breathlessly ask, bringing a hand to his arm to guide him towards the door.

“pretty girl,” sohee whines causing you to stop walking and look back at him. pouting at you, he looks down before shifting his focus on you. “i dropped your flowers again,” he pouts, annoyed with himself.

☁︎ — 8:56 PM MAY 31, 2024

with sohee sitting on your bed, you bring a hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

“my favorite chocolate bar is milky way by the way,” you randomly state as you move to peck his lips.

“hm?” sohee confusedly asks. unsatisfied with the small peck, sohee puckers out his lips, silently asking you for another one.

“i only want you buying me my favorite chocolate bar so i’m telling you what it is,” you giggle at his expression, moving forward to place a kiss on his nose.

“anything else i should know?” sohee asked, smiling up at you as he places his hands on your waist.

“hm, i also really like you,” you chuckle out, watching as his cheeks turn a dark shade of red. embarrassed at your confession, sohee hides his face on your chest and pulls you closer to him by hugging your waist.

“can you feel it?” you gently whisper out. “my heart.” you add.

“it’s beating really fast,” sohee states. looking up at you from his current position.

“yeah, because of you,” you state, softly smiling down at him. with a big smile on his face, sohee places a kiss on your collarbone.

“i really want to kiss you again,” sohee admits. he wants nothing more than to feel your lips against his, especially now knowing that you like him just as much as he likes you.

“nobody is stopping you,” you whisper out, gently bringing yourself to sit on his lap. with your legs now resting on each side of his hips, you shyly smile at him. “is this okay?”

“more than okay,” SOHEE mumbles back before placing his lips against your own.

☁︎ — CLOUD 9

CHAPTER 27 — pretty flowers

summary !! after years of constant pining after his best friend’s sister, yn finally takes notice of sohee and sohee swears he’s on cloud 9. or in other words, loser sohee finally gets the girl.

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The Benevolent | Eris x Healer OC | Five

☁︎ notes: I am sick and my brain is so foggy I'm sorry if I missed anything while editing

☁︎ warnings: injuries, blood, talk of physical abuse and abusive parents

☁︎ word count: 2.7k

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Throughout the next handful of calls, Eris found himself trying to collect more information about Aya. It was odd, this inexplicable and slightly overwhelming desire to learn more about her. None of the knowledge he gained did anything to supress his hunger for more. She had him captivated, even if he wasn't ready to put a name to what he was feeling. 

Getting her to open up proved to be a difficult task when his mother was present. The nature of Aya's recruitment had left its mark, like a splinter under her skin instead of the gold ring on her finger. Edana may have dug her own grave, but Eris hadn't, yet. He tried to make himself seem trustworthy. He would be an open book if it meant Aya gave a little of herself in return. 

There were plenty of reasons for this growing attachment to scare him. If he would even admit to it being an attachment. She had done something to him he couldn't explain. Her smile made him want to smile. Her softness made him want to be soft. It bothered him that she never spoke very highly of herself, a strange contrast to her confidence while working. Her hands never faltered, always precise yet gentle. She never struggled, no matter what manner of healing challenged her. Something in her mind clouded her ability to see her as he did - as something remarkable. Something unique and lovely, meant to be cherished.

And with that, there was a growing fear that Aya's heart was already taken. He thought of it every time his gaze caught on her talisman, every time he remembered Thesan's order of protection. It would seem from his perspective that the High Lord of Dawn was smitten with the healer. Thesan was likely waiting until Aya finished her training to propose. It stoked flames of jealousy within him, stirring up an ugly possessiveness that he did not like.

It was always at this point in his pondering that Eris stopped himself. None of it mattered. It did not matter how Aya felt about him, if her heart was promised to someone else. He had promised himself long ago that he would not pursue anyone while his father lived. He had too many other things to think about and his focus was already faltering because of this foolish crush. He had slipped up too often recently and had the scars to prove it. 

He ran through this list often in an attempt to reason with himself. To put an end to the current of emotions he felt when she walked into the room. But nothing seemed to stop it. The jealousy and the wondering and the golden glow he felt in her presence. He knew in his heart that he could not be the one to cherish her, but it did not keep him from envying the one who would.

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The gilded crowd seemed to move as one, a swirl of delight and gaiety. Aya stood in its center, dizzy and far too sober despite the glass of champagne in her hand. Supposedly, her appearance was mandatory. But as usual,  no one from her class of healers had spoken to her. No one from any circle had spoken to her. 

The glow of her ring caught her attention and she did a double take. Maybe it was the fae lights or wishful thinking. No, the ring really glowed, a band of warmth around her finger. She handed her glass to the nearest server, conjured her bag of supplies, and tried not to be too grateful for an excuse to leave the party. 

Eris stood in the garden near the winnow spot, his hand clutched to his chest. He didn’t seem to care that blood stained his beautifully embroidered jacket. Aya greeted him with a smile, but he took in her outfit and frowned. 

“Did I pull you away from a party?” He asked. 

Aya blushed, remembering what she wore. An iridescent gown that was almost sheer, cut low in the back to accommodate her wings. The neckline draped and fluttered, revealing a fair amount of her chest. It was likely a little scandalous compared to the modest fashion of the Autumn Court. She really should have grabbed a coat. 

“Oh, no,” She stammered, “I mean yes, I was at a party, but it's okay.” 

“We can work here in the garden and then you can winnow back,” He said, so calm even with the blood dripping down his arm, “You’re all dressed up, I’d hate to ruin that for you. I would think a dress like that is meant to be seen.”

The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile as he said it, eyes burning into her.

“No, really, it’s okay,” Her cheeks burned and she turned her gaze toward the stone garden path, “I was kind of looking for a reason to leave.” 

Eris’s eyebrows lifted and he looked like he wanted to ask her why, but he said nothing. Only gave her a nod and led the way to his room. Aya’s golden heels clicked softly in the hallway, jewelry jingling with every step. 

In Eris’s room, she kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag aside with an ease that made him smile. She’d grown comfortable here. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited as she got water from the washroom, hand still held tight to his chest. 

“What happened this time?” She asked, returning with a pitcher and a stack of rags. 

He held out his hand for her to see, but she brushed past him and crawled onto the bed, tucking her legs underneath her. The feathers of her wings brushed his shoulder as she moved, her scent of pomegranate and honey wrapping around him. He blinked at her for a moment, frozen by the image of her in his bed, her gorgeous dress and smeared makeup. It was not a daydream he’d ever had before, but one that would haunt him often, now. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” She started to slide off the bed, “That’s not appropriate, is it?” 

She forgot sometimes how much more casual the Dawn Court could be. 

“No, no,” Eris said quickly, “It’s okay.” 

She studied his expression for any hint of disapproval and found none. So she stayed put and began taking off her jewelry, tucking the chains and bracelets into a pocket in her satchel. She left her golden nose ring, adorned with a tiny sunstone. 

“Thank you,” She murmured, “My feet are killing me.” 

“Too much dancing?” He smiled and tried not to look too jealous. 

“Not exactly,” Aya sighed and motioned for his hand, “More like too much standing around, waiting to be asked to dance.” 

Eris tilted his head to the side, eyes sparkling with curiosity. She busied herself with unfurling his stiff fingers as gently as she could. 

“I’m not exactly popular with my peers,” She said, examining the deep gashes in his palm and fingers. She grimaced at the sight, but Eris showed no signs of pain. 

“Why ever not?” He asked. For a moment, she thought he was being sarcastic. But she looked up at him and saw that he was earnest. 

“My power,” She hesitated, “Doesn’t manifest the way healing powers typically do. It makes others suspicious of me. Not to mention they suspect nepotism because Thesan is my cousin.” 

He probably should have felt ashamed of the wild rush of relief, at that. His lovely mother had failed to mention that Aya was related to Thesan. There would be no betrothal after all, then. Unless the Dawn Court shared habits with the Ilyrians. He was about to do a little more prying, but she beat him to it. 

“You never answered my question,” She said softly, beginning to dab away blood with a rag, “What happened to your hand?” 

“Beron,” He grumbled, wincing for the first time, “He told me that if I was to act like a child, then he would punish me like a schoolboy. So he struck my hand with a ruler.” 

Aya paused and looked up at him, lip curled in disgust. Eris nodded in confirmation.

“He broke two rulers before he was finished,” He sighed, like this had been some mild inconvenience. Just another one of Beron’s antics. 

“I’d like to break two of his fingers,” Aya spat, earning a grin from the prince, “How long did you wait to call me?” 

“A few hours. I was waiting for him to leave the Forest House.” 

She leaned over to grab a fresh rag from the side table, and Eris’s gaze caught on her bare back. Aya almost froze, realizing what she had exposed to him, but she forced herself to move normally. He said nothing, but she could feel the weight of his gaze, could see his pursed lips in her peripheral vision. 

She may as well even things out between them. She knew the story of a good handful of his scars. Some were her own creation. He could know the story of hers. It wasn’t exactly a secret, anyways. Dawn Court clothes often had low cut backs to accommodate wings, and so her scars were often on display.

“The Illyrians aren’t the only ones who practice wing clipping,” She said into the silence, aware of how tight her voice sounded, “It mostly died out a long time ago, but there will always be extremists. My mother was one of them.” 

She paused, swallowing hard under the intensity of his stare. 

“Really, I think she was unhappy that I had inherited something so obvious from my father. She tried to clip me using magic, but I stopped her with my own powers. I saved my wings but I couldn’t prevent the scars. And something in her magic collided with mine and went wrong. I felt it in my bones. Ever since then I have had pains in my back. I’ve tried everything I could, saw dozens of other healers, but nothing gets rid of it.”

Eris was sure she already saw the irony of it. Her being a healer and not being able to heal her own chronic pain. He supposed they were very similar in that way, desperate to fix everything or everyone around them. All the while unable to fix themselves.

“I’m sorry,” He said. 

There was plenty he wanted to say, but nothing that would actually make a difference. That image would stay with him, the scars interrupting the smooth brown skin of her back, jagged like rivers on a map. He stared at her wings with a new appreciation, filled with desire to see them spread in flight as the sun filtered through her golden feathers.

He had a sudden urge to feel them. To reach out and stroke the feathers and find out if they were as soft as they looked. But he remembered all of the strange customs around Illyrian wings and kept his hands to himself. His blood heated as he recalled other rumors about those Night Court wings.

“What’s done is done,” Was her response. Her voice was a little far away now, either in memory or in focus. He could feel the tingling of his hand beginning to heal, and the warmth of shame over his thoughts of wing sensitivity. 

A silence settled as she worked and he swore he could almost hear a humming. Like her healing was an unheard song and his bones sang in answer. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but he also couldn’t tear his gaze away from her distant eyes and the golden sparks that glowed from her hand. 

He wondered if she knew what her eyes looked like while she was healing, pupils and irises filled with golden light. Like suns, casting a glow on everything in their path. It had alarmed him at first and then drew him in like a moth to a flame. She must know. It must be one of the reasons the other healers were wary of her, afraid of that golden fire. He realized that she never kept her eyes open if anyone else was around. 

She was like a beacon of light in the darkness of his room, golden and warm and shining. The list of things he admired about her was seemingly never ending. As was the list of things she made him feel every time they interacted. There was a lump in his throat, as he stared at her. So small and quiet, and yet something strong and lovely. 

His hand was almost healed. 

“You are so kind,” He said, just above a whisper. He was emboldened by her confessions, by the things that it meant for her to keep her eyes open around him. 

Her eyes returned to their normal misty color and she tilted her head at him. 

“In spite of all that’s been done to you,” He explained, all too conscious of the vulnerability he was showing. Was there any use in shielding his heart at all?

“I keep no ledger,” She said, looking down at his hand. It was healed, no trace of his wounds left. But she held on. “Against the world, against anyone. I’ve made kindness my fight instead of revenge. I have no reason to be cruel just because others were cruel to me. And if I am kind, it is one less thing that they have taken from me.” 

Tonight held the most words she had ever spoken to him. He savored them like he did every other fact she’d given him and committed them to memory. Everything she had to say was lovely. Everything said in her voice was lovely. He wanted to tell her that he admired her and that he wished he’d heard those words a long time ago. Maybe then, he could have dedicated himself to the cause of kindness instead of choosing cruelty as his shield. Or at least something besides malice. It was probably too late, now. Cruelty had settled into the very grooves of his being.  It was a habit so deeply ingrained that he was not sure he had the strength to claw his way out of it. 

When he lifted his eyes, he found that she was watching him like he had done moments ago. His gaze startled her out whatever she had been pondering, and she released his hand. Reluctantly, he pulled it back into his own lap, already missing her warmth. The smooth feel of her skin. 

“What will you do?” She asked, worry etching in her features, “About Beron? Surely, you won’t let things continue this way.” 

“There are things in motion,” He said slowly, calculating what he could and shouldn’t say to ensure her safety, “But of course, just those words alone could spark his suspicion. Right now, we are all playing a waiting game.” 

He did not know exactly what they were waiting for. All that he knew is that he’d know it when he saw it. He would not admit that to anyone, however. He would continue to play the part of a clever, cunning leader. He had been able to take advantage of the Night Court’s compromising position in the Spring Court, and now he had Rhysand’s support. More opportunities would present themselves, he knew. 

“Of course I’ll say nothing,” Her brows knit together even tighter, “And of course, I’ll be here. Until the last wound he ever inflicts.”

And after that, if you’d like. 

She slid off the bed and looked up at him. Something passed between them, metallic and shimmering like the golden light of her healing. Eris’s lips parted but no words came out. The way he looked at her made Aya wonder if he somehow knew what she had almost said, his eyes filled with a fire that danced like a candle flame. They said nothing more, but the change in the world was palpable. Each breath felt different than before.

After he’d walked her to the garden and returned to his bed, he found a single golden feather on his comforter. He picked it up gingerly, running a fingertip across its silky texture. Then he tucked it into his nightstand, wards snapping as the drawer shut. 

He had seen it in her face, the dangling invitation. Or maybe it was a request. Let me stay, her eyes had pleaded. It was a pain he had never known before, watching her winnow away. Knowing that he could not afford to dream of keeping her. To give her what she asked would be handing over her ruination. He would not let himself destroy such a perfect thing.

[east-from-west]

,,Family, Luke. You promised.''

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The Lightning Thief fight/betrayal scene, rewritten.

TW// minor depictions of blood and violence, one curse word.

(A/N) It's a mix of the show/book. This is not a slash fic. Percy and Luke are both 12 and 19 respectively. All affection expressed is platonic. Please don't read as slash.

𓇼 🌊 🐚(Villains and violence/Infants and innocents/Baby, both arms cradle you now/both arms cradle you now) ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

Luring a 12 year old into the woods with Coke. Gods, Luke felt like a monster.

"Come on," Luke grinned as convincingly as he could, "drinks are on me." Luke held up the six pack of Coke. He hoped his face didn't betray his intentions. Luke could see the wary look in Percy's eyes begin to fade. Sugar and caffeine was any ADHD kid's weakness.

"Sure." Percy nods. "Why not?"

'Why not'. What a question. 'Because I'm about to hurt you,' Luke thought bitterly, his smile twisting into more of a grimace that was trying to pass as a smile.

They walked down to the creek were Percy had broken Clarisse's spear. Killing the kid in the spot of one of his first victories made that small part of Luke ache even more. Something in him screams to turn back now, to go shoo the kid off to the training arena or his cabin and just leave. Leave, leave now and not hurt him more than the world already had.

Unfortunately, Kronos' order was clear.

Percy yapped about the quest while sipping his Coke, so blissfully unaware of what's about to happen.

What Luke is about to do to him.

"You sound like you miss it." Luke comments, trying to keep his tone light, but a hint of bitterness seeped in, like a dark cloud marring an otherwise sunny sky.

"With monsters trying to kill me every five seconds?" Percy scoffed, but he didn't sound particularly opposed to it. Luke raised a brow. "Okay, yeah," Percy crumbled and admits with a small grin, "You?"

Luke drained the rest of his coke before answering, looking off into the trees with darkened eyes. "I've lived here year round since I was fourteen. Trained and trained and trained, never really got to be a normal teen out in the world." He shrugged. Luke continued before Percy could respond.

"Then they tossed me one quest and that was it. 'Good job, Luke. Ride's over, have a good rest of your life.'" Luke crumpled the can and tossed it into the creek. Percy gave him a shocked look.

You don't litter at Camp Halfblood. The nymphs and naiads make that clear, with their little revenges on the careless campers who cluttered their homes with garbage. Not that Luke really had to worry about that anymore.

"To hell with it all. I'm not going to be a pawn reduced to a dusty trophy in the Big House attic." Luke said darkly, staring at the crumpled can in the water.

"You make it sound like you're leaving." Pecy comments, voice a very forced casual. Underneath the veil, Luke could hear a bit of trepidation and disappointment in the kid's voice.

Percy didn't want him to leave. Percy thought Luke was his friend, he didn't want his friend to leave.

Luke finally looked back over at Percy, trying for a smile but ending with a twisted grimace.

"I am." He said simply. "So this is goodbye." His tone was dark, colder. Colder than only Luke could be.

Something in Percy's eyes shifted. "Oh gods."

Luke almost couldn't, with Percy's small and horrified realization.

''You will be betrayed by someone who calls you a friend.''

"I-it was you! Luke, it was you?" His blue eyes widened. "You stole the bolt, you worked with Ares to pin it on me!" Percy's hand reached for his sword. "S-so when the shoes you gave me would pull me down into Tartarus, the bolt would be delivered straight to Kro--"

"Careful with names, Percy." Luke cut him off sharply. Percy took a step back, eyes wide with betrayal.

"I am your friend, none of this was to betray you." Luke lied, stepping forward with his hands raised placatingly. Percy uncapped Riptide, clutching the holt tightly. Luke drew Backbiter in kind.

No doubt the kid had gotten better with his sword, and Luke wouldn't be caught unarmed. "Easy. I dont wanna fight. The gods are my enemy, Percy, our enemy." Luke's tone turned soft, like he was speaking to an upset child. "You, I'm here to recruit."

"Recruit?" Percy repeated in disbelief. Luke turned the hilt of Backbiter to show him a glowing blue symbol.

"This is our way out of here. Backbiter can open dorrways, we can stay on the move for however long--"

"Don't say we." Percy cuts him off. "Luke," his voice turned a bit pleading, "The Gods are our parents."

"And what? I'm supposed to love them because of that?" Luke scoffs harshly. "They're bad parents. All they want is for us to worship them and do all their little 'quests'. Their dirty work." He spits.

Percy shook his head, "I met your dad--"

That's all it took. Luke swung his sword, only to be caught by Riptide in very hasty parry. Luke slashed downwards, only for the swords to meet in an engagement. Luke couldn't help but grin.

"You have gotten better. Last chance."

Percy freed Riptide from the engagement and kicked Luke's shin to make him stumble. The older swordsman kept his footing and swung at Percy's head, meeting air as Percy ducked and slashed at Luke's ribs.

Luke gasped and turned away, holding the already bloody cut. Percy froze. "I'm sorry--" His voice cracked out, reaching out for Luke's arm.

Luke hissed and swung around, bearing his blade down hard and cutting Percy's sword arm deep. The 12 year old cried out and stumbled back to the ground, breath knocked from his lungs.

Percy scrambled back, panting in pain and fear as Luke approached his fallen figure, eyes dark with vitrol and violence.

"Luke..." Percy gasped quietly, voice breaking as tears stung the back if his eyes, both from the pain in his arm and the pain of the betrayal. He looked like a rabit cornered as a wolf closed in.

Luke raised Backbiter for one final and silencing blow. Percy yelped and raised a hand to protect his head.

Luke froze, eyes clearing to take in the sight in front if him. Percy, bleeding and panicked on the ground, fighting tears as his blue eyes gazed up at Luke in terror.

He looked like Thalia. Oh gods.

Oh Gods.

Luke truly was a monster, wasn't he?

Luke swallowed back the nausea that suddenly rose in his throat, arm shaking, still poised to strike.

"Luke..." Percy repeats, voice trembling. "I-I know this isn't you. This isn't you, please fight it." He begged, voice cracking again.

'Do it, do it now, he's defenseless, do it, do i--' the voice in Luke's head screamed in futility. Luke dropped his arm, sword falling from his hand as he stepped back.

Luke was a monster. He'd have killed Percy. He'd have killed this poor kid who'd only wanted his mom back from the Gods in the first place.

Luke clamped a hand over his mouth to stave off the rolling sick feeling, tears welling in his own eyes.

Percy didn't ask for any of this. He'd just wanted his mom back.

He just wanted his mom back.

Luke knew the feeling.

"Oh gods, I--" Luke choked, eyes falling to Percy's arm. The cut was deep, already soaking the torn fabric of Percy's flannel. "Ohhh Gods." The older boy felt panic squeeze his chest.

What was he doing?

Something dark and hateful in Luke's heart crumbled, and his head cleared. He kicked away Backbiter and knelt next to Percy. The boy flinched, still obviously scared of Luke.

"Hey, hey, let me see." Luke said gently, voice oh so soft. He gently took Percy's arm, pulling him into a sitting position and nudging Percy's hand away from the wound.

By now, Percy was stunned into utter silence, fat tears still rolling down his cheeks. Luke looked at the cut, gently pulling the flannel off his shoulder and arm. The cut was deep, irritated with red still dripping out of it. Luke felt the rolling feel of panic and sick double down in his gut.

"Oh gods, Percy, Perce, I am so sorry--" Luke's voice broke into a barely concealed sob. He cupped a hand to Percy's cheeks, wiping a tear with his thumb, smearing a streak of red there. "We're going to move over to the creek, okay? Water helps, right? It'll help."

Percy nodded numbly, holding onto Lukes shirt as the older teen dragged him down into the pebbly bank of the small stream. The water instantly flowed up Percy's arm, stitching flesh skin back together and washing away the blood. Despite this, there was still a narly scar left behind.

Left by Luke's own hand. Oh Gods. Oh gods, oh gods--

Did Luke hate the Gods more than he had cared about Percy's life? About Grover's, or even Annabeth's--

His heart squeezed in his chest and he coughed out a sob, pulling Percy in close. "I am so, so sorry. I swear on the styx, I am so sorry--" He mumbled into Percy's damp curls, feeling the younger demigod shake against his chest, hands gripping the back of Luke's shirt like a lifeline.

How much a villian Luke was, to be willing to kill this innocent kid.

Kid, Percy was a kid. Only 12, still practically a baby. Not at all old enough for his level of violence. Especially from the hand of someone who called him a ""friend.""

Luke wrapped his arms around Percy tight, one hand cradling the back of his head. "I've got you, I've got you. I am so sorry, I won't hurt you anymore." Luke whispered into Percy's curls, kissing his head.

"Promise? You promise?" Percy whispered, voice hoarse and utterly exhausted.

"I... I promise. I promise, I swear on the Styx, on my life," Luke swore. "Family. I promise."

Family. Percy slumps into Luke, exhausted and all the fight drained from him.

Luke cradled him close, holding him safe to his chest.

Family. Luke promised.

[cloudygreece]

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[particular-one]

Hii!! I saw your taking matchups so I wanted to ask for a romantic matchup for honkai star rail, hypnosis mic and twisted wonderland please..!

and I don’t mind who I get, it can be both male and female

So anyways My name is Joey, i use he/him pronouns, and im transgender aromatic bisexual and unlabeled and I’m a very cool extrovert person😎😎/hj

im 5’6, i have white skin, i have a rectangular shape body(I’ve also gained some muscles and I can squish people with my arms HEHHA), i (now) have brown boyish hair with bangs and I’m in love with it😭😭, i also dress in a lot of styles such as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth and nu goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, kogal and tsuyome), scenemo/emo, and lastly vkei ouji and lolita. BUT..! when I’m not wearing those styles (mostly when I get home) I get into comfortable stuff like pjs, t-shirts, anime merch, jeans, etc etc

im a extrovert obviously, im a ENTP and my enneagram is a 6 last time I checked, im very fun and cool to hang out with but when I meet a new person I am awkward at first so it may take me some time to adjust to being with a new person even if it means being friends or being a boyfriend to them, i rlly LOVE to ramble about my interests or just my day to people that I’m close with, I love to text my friends a lot through discord or whatever bc im a technology person and I can talk with them for a whole night, i usually make jokes like “UwU” or “hai” as a joke and I might even say “baka” as a joke as well LMAO, I also tend to make sexual jokes to my close friends and I also say I’m “homophobic” as a joke (PLS DONT TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏) and I think this is all i got for here heheh, oh wait! small fact… im very good with doing a Russian accent when I’m talking to people

I have a whole lot of hobbies/interests which are anime/manga, gaming, writing, art(drawing, painting, pottery and digital art and more), fashion, DIY, cosplaying, social media, learning new languages (Japanese and Spanish), dancing, singing, cooking, cats, musicals, hanging out with friends, making music/listening to music, hotels, sharks, bread, and more so on

my love language is Gift Giving, Acts of Service, Quality Time and Words of Affirmation

Honestly what I would want in my partner is that they don’t mind how I talk with my speech patterns and the sound of my voice, and taht they don’t compare me to other people and they don’t act cruel much, not very strict boundaries but as long as they live and respect me then there’s nothing to worry about

Also my date idea is like going out somewhere, it can either be private or in a restaurant, I’d lie to do fun stuff like go to an arcade or go to the movies and go out to dinner afterwards but I’m totally up for just having a home date and play new games or have a movie marathon

Thank you! Have a great day!

hello joey! and yeah, definitely! i hope you like your matchups! :>

HONKAI STAR RAIL ---- SUSHANG

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ sushang was, at first glance, probably the least likely to be the type who'd jump on the same chaotic antics as you. given that she's training to be a respectable cloud knight, she seemed like the kind of person who would rather keep things straight and proper, but that definitely was not the case. she finds you very interesting and befriended you almost immediately. she's the type who also likes to ramble a lot about her day, so expect a lot of back-and-forth talk between the both of you! the both of you take turns with the dynamic of "talks a lot / listens a lot". sushang also seems to be the type who would engage in a playful banter with you outside of her duty. as a partner, sushang is very loyal; she probably acts most like a golden retriever around you: eager to cheer you up and help you out in any way. it's a common occurrence that the both of you hype each other up and jump up and down. though she can seem a little naive at times, often ending up misunderstanding some things, she's a very honest person and definitely demonstrates her affections through acts of service. she likes helping people out, but she places you at the top of her priority list. did i mention that she really loves your sense of fashion? sushang even ropes you into a shopping spree on one of her days off duty just to hear you talk about your fashion style, your choice in clothes, and take notes. sushang knows how it feels to get chastised constantly, so she never tells you off when you continuously ramble on and on.

HYPNOSIS MIC ---- JIRO YAMADA

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jiro was not the type to fuss himself over crushes, but boy does he crush over you hard. it's a funny scenario because you always seemed to glow whenever you're in your element, rambling about that new interest you had just cultivated. jiro is just a hopeless idiot, that he actually ends up approaching ichiro on what he should do. for a rather straightforward guy, he stumbles on his words when talking to you — which amuses saburo to no end, but the both of you end up having a really tight friendship, so ha, jiro wins the roulette of life for once. as a partner, jiro is the type of guy that's like "actions speak louder than words". he's a little slow when it came to all these romance stuff, considering that you're likely the first partner that he's ever been with, but he does his very best to treat you with the most care and respect ever. jiro likes hearing you talk about your day as he finishes up his homework, before the both of you decide to go on an after school hangout. he also idolizes his older brother, so at some point, expect that he probably would imitate the bravado of ichiro to impress you, but he realizes that it would probably be the best to stick to being himself. one of your common dates is to the arcade, where the both of you engage in a lot of friendly banter. jiro has the worst luck so he always gets beaten by you, but he'd go to the arcades every day with you if he could. if the both of you are too busy to head to the arcade, he invites you to the yamada residence and you guys play video games together.

TWISTED WONDERLAND ---- ACE TRAPPOLA

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ace found you to be quite similar to him, so it was a quick first meeting where the both of you hit off almost immediately. cue riddle just groaning because now he has to deal with two people who acted like trappola. both of you would definitely banter ... like a lot. ace likes you very much, but it takes him time to actually realize the extent of his feelings. like ... this guy would probably say something like "haha, yeah, i'd love to hold joey's hand just so he won't get lost in the crowd" and every member of heartslabyul is just wondering how realization hasn't hit him yet. he feels so comfortable with you but when he does realize, ace starts acting more bashful and nervous around you because it's a new thing to him! as a partner, ace is someone who would make each day an exhilarating surprise. expect your dates to be very different from the previous; he likes setting the bar high and even higher, just as a way to show how much you mean to him. since he's also part of the basketball club, a scenario of ace dedicating a shot to you definitely happened. something along the lines of "this one's for you" with a wink, before completely missing the shot like the idiot he is, but the thought is there! ace makes sure to spend a lot of quality time with you when he can; he's not the best person to rely on in helping you with your work, but he'd probably crack the worst jokes so that you wouldn't feel stressed about finishing your daily tasks. the both of you would also walk around the halls of nrc after class, just catching up on each other's days.

[williamtshakespears]

Hey, incoming barrage of questions for my dear Mr Spears 💚💚💚

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

❣- What calms your muse down?

☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one?

ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

❦- What is your muse’s favorite fruit?

‽- Something your muse has problem in understanding

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

Hello again. It's nice to see you. I hope you have been doing well. Let's answer these questions for you.

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?

This question is not well written... What I look forward to with a soulmate? Well... I like the idea of comfort, with a soulmate. Meaning, even if neither of us are talking, so long as we both are together, we are comfortable. I can relax, knowing they are with me. I think that's a nice idea.

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

I would say no. I don't often put myself in a situation to potentially get heartbroken anyway.

❣- What calms your muse down?

Sometimes I need a couple moments just to breathe, but having my birds around is also very helpful. Their soft feathers and birdsong has a strong effect on me.

☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one?

The best weather is sun with some clouds, so it's not blindingly bright out, but still warm, but with a breeze so it's not too warm.

ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?

I do. I speak French, and I am willing to learn more.

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

Pigeons. People too often think of them as vermin, and that is sincerely unfair to the birds, especially since humans were the ones who originally domesticated them anyway.

❦- What is your muse’s favorite fruit?

Grapes. They're lovely to snack on, and don't make a lot of mess. I can get cups of them at the market, so I don't even have to deal with stems.

‽- Something your muse has problem in understanding

I'm having a problem understanding the horrible way these questions/prompts are written... Besides that, of course... I suppose I'll never quite understand how people can be so cruel to their own families...

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

A night at the theater always makes me quite happy. I would like to have them more often.

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

Sad... Mm. Thinking about my life as a human. I've not... I've not completely gotten over the events that led to it ending...

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

Overtime, irritating coworkers, demons, Sutcliff. -_-

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

Well currently, my dream is to get through this nightmare and be able to move on, and I have to hope whatever is after this is better, even if it's nothing at all...

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

I wouldn't say very much, but I do a little bit. I have to look professional, of course. It wouldn't do for me to be unkempt in front of my coworkers or even my enemies.

[ask-olive-ghoulette]

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ About

I always got the feeling that they go out of their way to give me stuff to do at the abbey since I wasn’t exactly invited… that’s what brought me to this website.

I’m Olive! I’m a Multi-Ghoulette who was recently summoned from the Pit by a group of human children who claimed to be playing “Truth or Dare,” or whatever it was called… Following a rather exhausting chain of events, I ended up at the Ministry — a supposedly much better place for ghouls roaming the human world.

I’m still fairly new to the Surface and look forward to learning all I can about it. Perhaps you could lend a hand?

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Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Sexuality: Asexual

Likes: Flowers, helping around the abbey garden, cloud watching

Dislikes: Chaos, mild manners, dogs

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Feel free to ask away or DM me for roleplays! Just make sure to check out Rules and Preferences beforehand.

This is just an OC, and I am in no way associated with the actual Ghost band or the people behind the mask.

I prefer to keep this blog separate from my personal affairs and will only make OOC posts if necessary.

[cloud-elleven]

⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ Welcome to my little Cloud in the Sky ⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

There are worlds, universes in my head and I've gotten to a point to where I want to write them down, have them manifest in the real world, somehow- so here I am ~

This will be a fandom-based account as well as my personal blog so don't mind me and my occasional shxtpost lmao

Fandoms:

My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Marvel

Currently Working On:

MHA Deku x Reader Pro-Hero AU, IzuOcha/TogaChako Post-Canon AU, TodoDeku Halloween Fic JJK SatoSugu switched role AU, Shoko-Centric One-shot

Disclaimers:

This blog will contain some nfsw content, both from the content I reblog as well as the stories I write. I will always make sure to tag appropriately and give proper warnings ahead of time in regards to my writing, but please be mindful of this and make sure to reach out to me if you have any questions or aren't sure about a particular content warning/tag.

This post will be updated as I think of more. Please always feel free to message me if you have any questions, want an update or just need to vent- this blog is a safe space for all who find their way here ✧˖°

[vitaegratis]

havvkinsqueen​:

    ☁︎｡⋆｡  She moved so that her hands were placed on his shoulders so that Chrissy could get a proper look. If anyone could understand the concern, it was her. However, the woman couldn’t help but feel terrible that Eddie was dealing with these thoughts for so long while she made things about her. That was something that she was beginning to notice- a trend of sorts. Eddie pushing down and diminishing his problems to help her with hers. Things to work on she mentally noted before eyebrows drew together. Listening to everything wasn’t easy, but it never was. Knowing someone you cared about was hurting and there wasn’t anything that could be done to immediately relieve it was one of the worst feelings. 

    “It’s not only them. I don’t think idealised images really benefit anyone,” she answered, squeezing his shoulders. Part of her wondered if he was used to feeling less than or like a screw up and that’s what clouded his image of himself. The fear of failure and letting loved ones down was something she could relate to. Hell, it’s what dictated her whole life at one point. But letting fear control you isn’t any way to live. It’s barely living. Removing one of her hands so she could tilt his head to look at her, Chrissy gave Eddie a soft smile. “If you could see yourself how I see you, then I think you’d know there’s nothing to worry about. However, I think… In this situation it’s best to worry about things as they come. If not, we would both worry ourselves sick. There’s absolutely the fear that you’ll let your child down. I… I’m afraid of that as well. But, I think dwelling on it too much runs the risk of making it a self-fulfilling prophecy.” Moving to hug him again she quietly spoke in his ear, “I just know you’re going to be amazing with our baby. There’s no one else I’d rather do this with.”

    Chrissy was the pregnant one, ergo, most things surrounding all this were about her - and were the most important things. He hadn’t wanted to add to her anxieties, have there be any doubt about his want for this - a baby, a family, with her. He does want it. All he needs is her, but he wants this more than anything. Whether or not it was planned, it still would have been scary - but they’ll do their best. That’s all they can do, right? They have each other. So… he shouldn’t feel guilty confiding in her. That’s what he was supposed to do, right? Healthy communication. It may not have been fun for her to see him like this, worry about him, but wouldn’t she rather worry than having him bottle it all up? If the roles were reversed, he would.

    “I’m really glad that I married you.” Giving a small smile, he presses a kiss to her cheek. “…I used to worry that maybe you had an idealized image of me, y’know. When I was trying to wrap my head around you loving me. You don’t, though. You know I’m a bit of an ass. To people who aren’t you. That I am a loser, or at the very least, a dork. You take me as I am, and love me anyway. Because of it or in spite of it or… whatever. I’m sorry, I’m doing that deflecting thing where I make it about you and how great you are, aren’t I?” Letting out a soft groan, he melted into the hug. Being a parent wouldn’t be easy. Rewarding? Sure, but not easy. He knew that much. Rather than setting some unattainable expectations for himself to live up to, or projecting them onto the baby, just. Breathe. Remember that he had her. They’d love them, they’d do their best, and. Communication. Between each other, and with the kiddo. Some things were instinctual, and some things they’d figure out along the way. “You’re soft spoken, Mrs. Munson… a woman of few words. When you speak though, the thoughtful wisdom you dispense. There’s no one else I’d rather do this with, either.”

[storyofpetals]

[taetaespeaches]

m.list - jeon jeongguk. (all drabbles)

updated. July 15, 2023.

here are all of my Jungkook fics- including longterm couple fics. listed in the order they were written.

[♡] indicates the drabble is part of the long term couple’s universe.

[ key. ❃ ⇾ fluff; ☁ ⇾ angst; ☆ ⇾ smut ]

❃ ⇾ “You got a cute butt.”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Did you change your hair or something?”

❃ ⇾ “Stop laughing! We’re in the middle of a robbery.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You didn’t let me tell you that I like you too.”

❃ ⇾ “That was the smallest pancake there. What is this, amateur hour?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I just want to cuddle your cute ass on the couch and watch dumb movies.”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You seem to be quite smitten with me, Sir.”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “That’s code for sex, right?”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You’re cute when you complain, you know that?”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you.”  [♡]

❃ ⇾  “I’m eating cake without you, you brat.”  [♡]

☆ ⇾ “I never thought I’d be taking a dress off you.”  

❃ ⇾ “Well he’s small, so what if we call him Jimin the Snowman?” (Christmas series)

❃ ⇾ “But ditto, baby.” (New Year’s Eve drabble) [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Are you slowly trying to steal my entire wardrobe?” [♡]

❃ ⇾  “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Am I your lock screen?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I don’t know why you’re presenting that as a threat.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Wash my back and I’ll do whatever you want me to.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You think I wouldn’t recognize the face of Downy?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You want to go home and leave me here all alone, huh?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”   [♡]

❃ ⇾ “If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter.”  [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Are you always this much of a brat?”

❃ ⇾ “You cocky little bitch.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” [♡]

☁ ⇾ “You think I’d leave you if you falter?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I hate fighting with you.” (+angst) [♡]

☆ ⇾ “I knew you had a smart mouth but that was unreal.” (+fluff) [♡]

❃ ⇾ “It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was.” [♡]

☆ ⇾ “You like me? Like as friends?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You’re also the guy who worships the ground his girlfriend walks on.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Aren’t they supposed to be happy little clouds, Mr. Ross?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You don’t know how to change a tire either, and it’s not my fault it’s a blizzard.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I’ve eaten a whole box of candy canes. I’m thriving.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “If you don’t knock it off, I’m going to home alone you.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “There’s a tent in the living room.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “You really want to name her Widowmaker?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “We’re hiking at 5 am, what’s the problem?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Should I get this one tattooed for real?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Did you know Holly is a lightning conductor?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I think you’re beautiful.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Don’t cry.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Let my girlfriend have a girlfriend.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I noticed.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Can I hold your hand?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “That could have been so hot.” [♡]

☆ ⇾  “Keep your distance, bud.” (+fluff) [♡]

❃ ⇾ ���I think it’s the doe eyes.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I dreamt of meeting you for years.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I gotta make sure you get home safe.”

❃ ⇾ “My ego will recover eventually.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “This bed is too big.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “The dogs have worms and I’m a bad mom.” [♡]

☁ ⇾ “Do you feel wanted, baby?” (+fluff; suggestive) [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I don’t actually dream of sexy vampires.” (+crack; suggestive) [♡]

❃ ⇾ “I thought you were cold.” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “When the hell did I do this?” [♡]

❃ ⇾ “Are you sure you didn’t wake me up at 3 a.m. because you’re in the mood?” [♡]

[randomuser678]

Rats (Translation from a Brazilian Song Ratos)

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Every rat has a dirty tail Every rat has a strong smell Every rat crawls on the dark Every rat likes some trash Every rat lies and bites Steals and hangs in a crowd Those are rats, those are rats, those are rats

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ But there’s always one’s a little different There’s always one who’s such a nice surprise And these rat we talk about Is a rat that makes us proud One that doesn’t bite or loom One who just wants to make a vow With the moon, with the moon, with the moon

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Oh crescent moon, that shines in the night I declare myself your greatest lover With you I wanna marry now, make the darkest nights, our vows

☾  Rat my dear rat, I’m sorry I’m not like that And I can’t give you more ‘cause I don’t have Though I love you, I am living under a threat Even when I’m shining bright Here comes the cloud cover the sky, only her, the tricky cloud Can give you the love you seek

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Oh fluffy cloud, that covers the moon, that shines in the night I declare myself your greatest lover With you I wanna marry now Make the cloudy skies our vows

☁ Rat my dear rat, I’m sorry I’m not like that And I can’t give you more ‘cause I don’t have Though I love you, I am living under a threat Even when I cover the sky Here comes the wind to phase me out Only her, the naughty wind Can give you the love you seek

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Oh calming breeze, that phases the cloud, that covers the moon, that shines in the night I declare myself your greatest lover With you I wanna marry now Make the stormy skies our vows

: ̗̀➛ Rat my dear rat, I’m sorry I’m not like that And I can’t give you more ‘cause I don’t have Though I love you, I am living under a threat Even when I’m soaring high Here comes the wall block me out Only her, the sturdy wall, can give you the love you seek

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Oh strong wall, that stops the wind, that phrases the cloud, that covers the moon, that shines in the night I declare myself your greatest lover With you I wanna marry now Make the vast ground our vows

■ Rat my dear rat, I’m sorry I’m not like that And I can’t give you more ‘cause I don’t have Though I love you, I am living under a threat Even when I’m standing tall Here comes the mouse dig trough the walls Only him, the toothy mouse Can give you the love you seek

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Oh toothy mouse, that digs the wall, that stops the wind, that phases the cloud, that covers the moon, that shines in the night I declare myself your greatest lover With you I wanna marry now Make nature our vows

♡Rat my dear rat, I’m just like that And I can give you all I know I have With my snout I know our love is under no threat Even though I’m just a mouse  I know I’m the one you seek I’m blushing here waiting For a big ol cheese! Oops! For a big ol kiss!

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Every mice has a dirty tail Every mice has a strong smell Every mice crawls on the dark Every mice likes some trash Every mice lies and bites Steals and hangs in a crowd Those are mice, those are mice, those are mice

[yakshamenogias]

☁︎𝙼𝚝. 𝚂𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚒☁︎

{Episode 1}

I bolted towards the exit, continuously changing from the tsuzumi. Right when I turned around to find the next exit, I see my older brother sprinting towards me before I feel myself falling. I fell directly on my back, breaking a piece of my vertebrae, but I still managed to escape my older brother. All of this happened because I was never let out of the castle by him, and never was I allowed to use messengers. Everything I learned was from books and my brother. I hated it, but it was beneficial, since I now know much more than anyone I've known. Using my knowledge of Tokyo, I sprinted out of the city, smelling aniki's scent nearby. In an attempt to escape Japan entirely I witnessed Muzan looking around, most likely for me. And immediately I knew I couldn't run far, so I ran up the nearest mountain and into the nearest house I saw. From there, I stared out of the window, making sure to steer clear of Aniki's 360 view.

☯︎Y/n☯︎

"Who are you?!" I heard from a voice behind me. Knowing Muzan, he would suspect something, so again, I bolted. This time, behind the mortal being who made the noise and covered their mouth. I was immediately surprised by what I saw. A peachy-haired boy, wearing a warding mask, wielding a nichirin blade. His mask was on the right side of his face, propped out of the way so he could likely relax. Clearly his relaxation didn't last long. Just to assure that I'm not going to meet my demise tonight, I whispered into the peach-haired boy's ear. "Shh, I ask of you to not make a sound, I'm not here to harm you, nor anyone. I am a peaceful human." {Yeah so what if I lied? I didn't want to die so I couldn't just tell him I'm a demon. He would've killed me anyways, he looked super pissed after all.

His shoulders relaxed but suddenly tensed up again once he heard footsteps. I smelled a human nearby but I couldn't tell if it were just the swordsman who was now behind me. I was walking towards the door when I was pulled back and tossed onto the floor. "Sorry, but just, stay quiet." Then the boy gripped his sword tighter and slowly opened the door. Within a blink a man wearing another warding mask and a blue haori with white clouds as a design disappeared as quick as he appeared. I hadn't realized until a candle was lit that the man had a Nichirin sword right on my neck. "Who are you, and why are you here?"

"I-I'm... Y-Y-" I couldn't help but stutter, and just before I was able to finish my sentence- well my nam- THE NEXT SYLLABLE- "Mister Urokodaki, don't hurt her." The peach-haired boy.. told the man to stand down? Did he think I was human? W-what would make him think that? Was it my reaction? Was it my appearance? Damn, humans make me think way more than I thought I'd have to.

"She seems scared. Even if she were a demon, naturally they'd want to kill us on sight." The boy continued. He seems quite intelligent, but what if I were just putting up an act? What if I were half-demon and knew how to capture my prey? It's best to think about all possibilities.

"However..." I'm not sure why, but that word seemed to send a chill down my spine. He looked... somewhat, angry. But at the same time, calm... "If she is a demon, and just playing an act, I'll watch her till morning." The old man silently agreed before closing the door and walking to the other side of the room. {The boy is smart, I'll give him that. But it's getting on my nerves how much he thinks things through.} I hadn't realized I spaced out until the boy placed his hand on my shoulder. "Do you mind staying here for the night? We didn't mean to scare you. We just want to keep people like you saf-" The boy gasped before leaning closer towards my face. "I-is there a problem sir?" I stuttered. {Did my eyes change back..? I need a mirror!}

"Question, what exactly is your natural eye color?" Why does he want to know that? Nonetheless, I still answered. My memory isn't very good, but when it comes to times like this, I remember anything I change about my appearance. "They're dark hazel, sir." A faint pink crept upon the boy's cheeks, as he probably realized that we were 2 inches away, and he jumped back. "A-Ack! S-sorry about that. I just didn't know what color your eyes were. A-also, just call me Sabito." I nodded and smiled widely. "I'm Y/n. Oh and, don't worry about offending me, I don't take these kinds of things that personal. I mean your actions were reasonable. So, uh, yeah! Don't worry about it." I rambled. Even though I stared at him the entire time, I didn't notice the light pink color spread across the middle of his face.

"The udon is ready!" The room slowly filled with the delicious smell of udon made by the old man. Sabito reached out for my hand after standing up. "Do you want some udon? Mr. Urokodaki's is really good." I hesitated, not on purpose, but because I was actually quite nervous. I've never met a human before, nor eaten any human food. Well... for that matter, any food. I had plenty more power than Aniki~san, but he had more dominance and courage. Anyways, what could be so bad about trying human food... Maybe I shouldn't have said it like that...

Mainly I need to stop fucking dozing off! Sabito looks confused as hell because I haven't done anything except sit and stare! "S-Sorry about that! My mind wandered off for a moment. I'd love some Udon!" That seemed to brighten Sabito's expression. I took his hand and he led me over to a seat in front on a steaming bowl of something. I reached out for it when Urokodaki swatted at my hand. "We must say grace first, to ensure our safety from demons." I- wait- if I'm- then how- Whatever. Nonetheless, I still copied Sabito's position and closed my eyes, like he did.

After we said grace I felt a bit off but I ended up just discarding it and picking up my bowl. After fiddling with my chopsticks for the longest, a different voice was heard nearby. "You're using them wrong." She walked closer and sat down next to me. "I'm Makomo. It's quite surprising that you've earned the trust of Sabito~kun so quickly. Unless I was in a coma, that is." A small giggle escaped my mouth at her small joke. Makomo unexpectedly gasped and clasped my hands together. "You're absolutely adorable!" I smiled at her compliment, not knowing how to respond. "Here, let me help you use these."

After they ate

"Pardon, Y/n, may I speak with you?" Urokodaki asked as the others walked away to rest. "Of course, Mister Urokodaki Sir."

..........

"How long did you think it'd take me to figure out you're a demon?" I internally gasped and attempted to deny his claim. "I don't understand sir, I thought I was proven to be trusted thus far." I figured they'd eventually find out, but not this quickly! Was I that bad? I should just go back to Muzan. "You haven't earned my trust, however, you seem quite different." A flash of hope unknowingly twinkled in my eyes. "Alright.. if you would like to, you could stay here for a while. However, my three students will soon be leaving to the Final selection." I gasped. {They..They WERE demon slayers after all...} "W-wait, you said three. Who's the third?"

As if on cue, a black haired boy walked in, around Sabito's age. He had no expression on his face like Sabito's first impression. "I'm back, Sensei." And almost immediately he noticed me and shifted his free hand to his hilt. "Who is this?" In my peripheral vision I saw Urokodaki signal the boy to relax. "This is our new guest, Y/n... What was your last name?" I was frozen... I couldn't tell them. My older brother is one of the most well known people on this world.. Especially to demon slayers. "I-I don't have one.." Makomo seemed to have overheard our small talk and rushed over. "Are you an orphan too?!" According to what I've read. To be an orphan is to have dead parents. At least I won't have to lie. "Yes, my parents died when I was younger." Sabito slowly walked over, a slightly concerned look on his face.

"Does that mean you were adopted as a child?" I slowly shook my head no and the concerned look passed onto Makomo's face. "Sabito, Makomo. Calm down. They're here now, right? So relax." The taller boy said, attempting to lighten the mood as his expression softened.

ꕥMakomoꕥ

"Um, what's your name sir?" N/n said to Tomio~kun. "Tomioka Giyuu." Their reactions are odd. But they're so cute! Her nails are a bit similar to a demon's though... Nevermind, I should just sleep on it. "I'm gonna go to bed, goodnight!" They waved at me as I walked back to my flowery futon.

As I laid in bed, I stared at the trio that were still talking, and realized something... {Tomio~kun and N/n would be a really cute couple... Like opposites attracting. Then again Sabito~kun and N/n would also be cute. But if my suspicions are right, and Y/n is a demon, she'll die before either can happen. And if that's the case, good riddance.}

꧁Giyuu꧂

{She's a suspicious girl, but if Urokodaki accepts her, I could tolerate her for a little while.} It was getting late so I decided it's time to go to bed. "Urokodaki, Sabito... Y.../N, it's getting late, we should get some rest." Y/n looked shocked at the fact that I "Cared" about their wellbeing. Frankly I was a bit offended, but that's besides the fact. Brushing it off, I walked to my futon and almost immediately fell asleep, after making sure everyone else was comfortable.

☯︎Y/N☯︎

{What am I doing? I should be eating these people alive, right? It's...my job as a demon..right?} Everyone was asleep. The old guy said he trusted me.. so I decided to see how this would all play out, lying down on the floor while everyone else laid on their respective futon. After a few minutes of staring out of the window, I fell asleep.

After they napped for a while

I woke up to Urokodaki's voice, but when I listened in, I heard nothing but silence {I thought I heard something...} I thought before realizing I wasn't on the rough floor anymore, nor was I in a futon, at least I don't think I was. Rubbing my eyes I looked up at... "T-Tomioka!"... I may have woke him up with that loud outburst.

"Yes?" {Okay how is he so unbothered all of the time. Seriously, I NEED this level of skill.} "W-Why was I asleep on top of you...?" A small tint of pink slipped onto his cheeks. Still the calm, cool, collected face, but just looking to the side...{You fucking tsundere}. "You were shaking and mumbling a lot. Something about a big brother. So, I brought you over to my futon, I guess, for some comfort since your so-called big brother isn't here right now."

I suppose I unknowingly blushed at his generosity, because right before I could talk he asked why my face was red. I came up with a common excuse before changing the subject.

"So... How long until final selection-?"

"If you want to talk this much, why don't we just go for a walk?" His question made a lot of sense but also- RUDE MUCH!? Couldn't have worded it differently? Nonetheless, I accepted his invitation.

After they prepared to walk outside into the morning weather

"Why are you bringing your sword." I questioned. "To protect us from demons... Obviously." {Obviously How the hell would I know? I'm a demon for fucks sake.} "Can I bring one as well?" "No." He looked back out into the cold. "But I've wielded one before. With... My big brother." Of course that was a lie. You think Muzan Kibutsuji has time to spend with his little sister? Nope- Not at all. And finally after what felt like an hour of begging (more like annoying) Tomioka, he agreed to let me use his sword... If anything happened to him to the point where he can't move anything on his body. I pouted and he just dragged me along.

........

"So what were you talking about?" He asked. "I don't really remember, I think it was... Oh! It was about the Final Selec-" I was interrupted when Tomioka slapped his hand over my mouth and slipped behind a tree in a second. He was holding me so close it felt like the beginning of a Pornhub Premium video. And thanks to that thought I couldn't help but think about it actually happening... Case in point, my mind was everywhere but in the right place.

I looked up at Tomioka, he was extremely sweaty, which was extremely shocking. He was... Scared... I couldn't believe it. Tomioka Giyuu was scared... I can't have a future demon slayer getting scared of a minor... Shit! Muzan sent a Kizuki! I had no choice... I needed to deal with this...

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"𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞..."

(The pause function. A demonic art that Y/n can use at will, requiring two body parts; her mouth, and an open hand. By opening her hand and stating the word "Pause", she gains the power to freeze everything she wished. Simply repeating the action with the word "Resume" does the exact opposite, unfreezing time, and everyone originally frozen. However, Y/n does not return to her original position automatically, so if she were to resume time in a different position, Giyuu would automatically assume Y/n's a demon with a sort of teleportation art.)

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My voice traveled like the wind, freezing everything except for the Kizuki and I. Slowly... I stepped out from behind the tree.

"Oh... Hello, mademoiselle." The demon I recognize oh too well slowly turned around to face me. "Stealing your food, am I?"

{THERE'S NOW 13 KIZUKI FOR THIS STORY BECAUSE. YES. NEED I SAY MORE? NO. CONTINUING ON}

"Why are you so far up this hill when your hideout is miles and miles away?" I suspiciously stepped forwards. "Kibutsuji sent me out to look for you... He broke the curse since I promised with my life I'd find you. Now, my question. Why are you living with humans instead of eating them?"... I realized... I forgot to transform back. Within seconds, I reverted back to my normal form.

"You can tell my brother I'm dead. If anything happens-" "You know he'd kill us all." "Eham. If anything happens, alert me, with this {I handed him a keychain with a red button in the center.} I won't tell you what it does but I'll know where you are and how to help you. And if its a false alarm, I'm not showing. Now leave. I have a mission to tend to." The demon just looked at me, as if I forgot something vital. "Fine. I'll pay you in a SMALL amount of my blood." I plunged my gloved finger into the demon's head for a few seconds. After taking time to adjust, he thanked me and FINALLY left.

Reverting back and slipping into Tomioka's arms again, I breathlessly unfroze time.

.........

"Tomioka... they're gone." "How would you know, they could be in hiding... Anywhere." "I smell demons within a 3 mile radius, and the scent is gone." Lie, but that'd be cool. "As if I'd believe that from a commoner like you." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the obnoxious statement. "We should head back, the sun is rising." I nodded my head and we walked back.

On our way back, I leaned my head onto Tomioka's shoulder, thanks to my tall getas, I was able to reach his shoulder. And he laid his head onto mine as we approached Urokodaki's Minka. And right as we entered...

"Sooo N/n~Chan, Tomio-kun, were you guys doin it behind a tree or somethin?" Makomo teased, making the...hand signs that represent intercourse.

"EH?" We both exclaimed.

"Just asking!" "NO!" We yelled in unison, yet again. I slouched over to my futon, aka Tomioka's futon. As I arrived, I noticed a small glare coming from Sabito. Before I was even able to sit down on the futon, some bitch..- I mean Urokodak grabbed the collar of my haori and dragged me to the entryway. "What!?" "Do you remember when you asked to participate in final selection, Y/n?" He asked. "Of course! Why?" "Well, before that.. you're going to have to train.. So Makomo doesn't attempt to kill you in your slumber. {He took a sword off the wall and walked up to me.} Go easy on them. {He whispered to me before continuing.} Sabito and Makomo will be training you. Giyuu I need you to go to town and buy some ingredients for dinner."

Tomioka seemed a bit upset but he nodded. Opposing Giyuu, Sabito and Makomo looked estatic! To my dismay that is, because Makomo snatched the sword and Sabito dragged me outside, following Makomo. Turns out they were just leading me to a big rock... Who the fuck gets excited about a giant rock. It's not even that big.

Makomo hesitantly handed me the sword. "You break this rock in half with this sword before you can go with us to final selection." Well this should be easy. "Um- shouldn't we train first?" "That'll be later, first, rock." Makomo started to get a bit more aggressive. "O-okay then...-" Sabito cut off the silence. "Well, have you had any experience in sword fighting?" "Actually yes! My friends older brother is actually a Hashira in the demon corps and used to train us every day." Makomo cocked her eyebrow at my lie. "Wow, really? What's his name?" I think she knows.. Eh.. Quick response! "Oh, well.. he doesn't have a last name either. But his name's Baizhu."

I just hope she bought it. "Oh...ok." Thank god.. "Alright Y/n! Are you ready to cut the rock?" "Kind of, there's just one thing I forgot to mention." "Oh really? Do tell." Makomo cut in. "I..do tend to fall when slicing something too hard." ..I might've had something planned... "Oh, well you'll have to work on that. But right now {Sabito glances at Makomo} I'll help you out with your stance." Too. Easy. I had an opportunity to pour a sort of "affection" potion on them, however my natural charm would always do the trick. And as I had expected, Sabito stood right behind me, no space apart, with his hands subtly sliding onto my hips, I'd assume as a stabilizer. "Alright. Now just... {He pulled himself closer to my waist.} Go ahead and swing..." And I did, and of course I broke the rock in half first try. No need to clap, I used 100% elemental powers. My weak arms would snap like a twig. Immediately Sabito exclaimed. "Woo! Great work..{He leaned closer to my neck, his warm breath sending chills down my spine}-"

꧁Giyuu꧂

I grabbed Sabito's collar, pulling him away from Y/n. "What's going on here?" It was obvious but...I needed confirmation."What do you mean Tomioka? I'm helping Y/n become a demon slayer, like us." He knows that I know... Whatever. "Alright. Just, let me help her for the rest of the day." Reluctantly, Sabito agreed and grabbed the basket, moving down the path towards the town to get coal. "What was that about?" I asked, visibly pissed off. "Tomio~kun, relaax. Sabito was helping Y/n, and that was it." Makomo said, smirking. "Whatever, clearly you're done training so just... Go back inside and wait for the food." I said, childishly. {Honestly.. why am I getting so pissed off about this girl. Am I this overprotective over Sabito?} I thought to myself, hesitantly walking inside the house.

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☁️➰ and ❌!!!

wahh! thank u pluvi! sorry it took me all day to answer ahaha... work...

☁ Favorite fluff trope

I think that's the cloud. it's different on my pc for some reason...

Anyway. Uh. I really had to think about this LMAO. Um. Do we consider fake dating fluff? For the sake of this I wanna say it's fluff LMAO. I also like when like.... a character who is typically stoic or mean is being nice to their love interest... Cuddling and cool down hugs are good too....

This one is hard lmao. I think my brain is like 'oh fluff? that's slice of life.' I mean life isn't fluffy tho... I am unsure. I've confused myself now. ;;

➰ What's a random plot you'd like to write?

I mentioned this in one of the other asks, but I'd like to write something a little more plot driven and more serious LMAO.

Um... Maybe a modern royalty au. Like i like royalty... but I also like technology LMAOOOO. My friend Kelsey and I were planning one as a collab back in my Mystic Messenger days. I guess that's not a plot, but hmm. Speaking of collabs, mao and I have one planned... for eventually LMAO. I'd like to write that too.... one day... one day... (no pressure on mao if she reads this LMAOOOO)

Oh. Psychological horror sounds fun. Though that's more genre than plot.

Oh, right, yes I thought of something more specific. A while back, I had this idea that was kind of enemies to lovers except no 'to lovers' and the MC and the love interest remained enemies and the love interest killed the MC lmao.

❌ What's a genre/trope you don't like to write?

Anything that requires a lot of Planning because I'm bad at that. So I guess like mystery. Well. i think it would be fun to write a mystery in theory, but I know I would want it to be perfect and if it's not perfect.... LMAOOO.

I wanted to say angst but seeing as the random plot I wanted to write is pure angst LMAOOOOO. Uh. Oh. PWP.

I don't like writing smut. Which some of my irls would probably think is funny because I think I come off as horny af. But Yeah. Smut. To me it's kind of similar to high action scenes— as a reader I want to be able to follow what exactly is happening in an action scene and the same goes for smut. Like, I've seen some fics where there is smut that is vague and that's fine- but if I go into detail I want to like... know. I guess.

thankoo for asking!! uwu

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Olivia’s Diary: Once Upon A Time in Paris

APRIL, 2022.

I remember the day I met Elijah. The sky was tinted with pitch black as its color, but I can see the clouds everywhere. Just like fluffy bunnies who were trying to get his attention. Well, stop the nonsense, maybe? ☁ It’s not a ‘love at the first sight trope’ for me. But maybe IT IS, for him. This prince was on a denial phase for some times. I remember it vividly. I scolded him a bit when he accidently spilled his orange juice on my coquettish black top. Poor him, that’s my favorite top! I went wild by asking him to gave me the exact same black top. Another bad news, it’s a limited edition product from a top designer in Paris. Now that I’m thinking about it, I realized, I must be the source of his headache two months ago. That’s how I am in his eyes, on our first encounter. I didn’t know how we became close to each other after that unforgettable incident. Coincidences were coming for us, here and there. Light bickerings were all you can hear from our lips. I don’t know how and why, but I ended up falling in love with him. So I tried many ways to get his attention. I remember, he ever said things such as, “Being confident and becoming a narcissist are slightly different!” What else? I ever lied to him by saying that I am an ice skater. And he caught me lying because I fell in front of him when he asked me to play with him. (D*mn, embarassing) “It doesn’t hurt. I can stand up by myself. Don’t hold your laugh like that!” I glared at him softly, trying to hide the pink hue on my cheeks. “Who’s going to laugh at you? Tsk, this girl. Take my hand.” He rolled his eyes.

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