#'i like my yang but i like it better when your yin is next to it'

[ingravinoveritas]

They are in love, your honor...

[scottishmushroom]

“They are the Yin to each other’s Yang.” - David Tennant

“I like my Yang, but I like it better when your Yin is next to it.” - Michael Sheen

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

David: They are the yin to each other's yang.

Michael: They are. I like my yang, but I like it better when your yin is next to it.

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[chuunai]

Hi hi! Would love to participate in your event if that’s cool

I was wondering if we could hav a Fyodor with scenario 2 and prompt 14

Idk if you want more details but I discovered your blog and I kinda got baby fever too sooooooo

Fire away friend

I’m sorry for making you sick : (

✧˚ · . my days are yours, yours - fyodor dostoevsky

how can a baby control his heart?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), babies, babies and babies, SFW → minor mentions of death and overall fyodor trying to be a daddy while juggling killing the entire world. Spoilers for the last episode of BSD season five and the latest chapters of the manga.

Lord, she looked so much like him.

Rounded purple eyes and thick strands of black hair, she was his copy. Of course, genetically speaking, she was half his. And half yours. But Fyodor had a greater influence on your baby daughter. A squirming seven month old named Avdotya Fyodorovna Dostoevskya. Ironic, wasn’t it? That his child’s name meant good while he was evil?

It made sense, though. Yin and yang.

Putting down his pen, Fyodor looked over at the small makeshift crib that was next to his desk. In it was the sleeping Avdotya—Dunya, for short—wrapped up in cozy blankets and stuffed animals.

He’d worked enough for today.

Carefully picking up the newborn, his pale anemic hands cradled her, supporting her head as he held her to his chest. His heart sped up a bit when Dunya stirred a bit, but she ultimately didn’t wake up. She looked so calm and content in the moment. Fyodor shared the same feelings. Besides awe, of course.

For all of his planning and manipulation, he had never planned for a baby.

Sure, you were his wife, but he’d always use protection. An infant wouldn’t work with his current dangerous plans. Yet he somehow managed to knock you up. A completely unplanned variable in his plans. Yet it seemed so right. As a man of god, Fyodor couldn’t deny the blessing that God gave him.

His study door soon freaked open by your arrival as you quietly walked behind him, arms sliding around his neck in a tired way as your cheek pressed against the fluffy material of his ushanka.

“She’s doing okay?”

As if his little angel would ever be harmed.

“Of course, дорогой.”

He replied in an equally hushed tone. He turned his head slightly to the left, placing a gentle peck on your arm affectionately. For someone who regularly manipulated people who trusted him (albeit in a scared way), he could never find himself using you or his newfound family for his plans. God would disapprove of a man who hurt his family.

“You should rest. I’ll watch over her.”

It was only fair.

You had been watching Dunya constantly—babysitters and nannies couldn’t be hired due to his prolific crime record—while he was gone setting up his plans and relations. Fyodor had seen you cry over the stress multiple times. Each time he reassured you all would be better in due time. And it would be. When all the sinners of the world were gone, angels like you and Avdotya would be safe.

In the meantime though, he’d make you as happy as he could.

Feeling a gentle kiss on his cheek, Fyodor faintly smiled as you left for some much needed relaxation and sleep. Tucking his baby’s hair behind her tiny ears, he hummed a small lullaby.

He remembered that as a child his mother would sing some to him. It was one of the few comforting memories he had.

And his Avdotya should have the same experience.

Reaching the second verse of the lullaby, his deep voice quietly filled the room. He slowly rocked his baby, warmth flooding through his usually cold body. A peck on her perfect head.

He’d have to teach you these sorts of lullabies and cradle songs. While you knew a bit of Russian—limited to affectionate nicknames and general greetings—, you could do better. Perhaps you two could study together when Avdotya would nap. Him struggling with kanji, and you resting your head on his shoulder as you stared at Russian characters and committed them to memory.

Fyodor relaxed back into his chair, content with the familial moment.

The finale soon came.

He sat there for minutes afterwards, just taking in the sight of the life he created. Dazai was wrong. Fyodor was no demon, no, he was a god. He had created life, and so had God. And while others may point out the billions of other parents in the world, he’d merely dismiss their claims. They had birthed normal children.

Not an angel like his Dunya.

Could other children have such awe-inspiring eyes? Or the affinity she had for music just like her father—how she babbled and cooed in your lap while he played cello for the two of you. He knew she’d grow up to be something great like him. A firstborn always took after their father, in his opinion.

Standing up with little Avdotya in his arms, he walked to the nursery, passing by your shared bedroom where you were sleeping by now. Creaking open the door, he carefully navigated the dark room, lowering his daughter into her crib before carefully covering her with a warm blanket and her favorite stuffed toy.

A fuzzy penguin gifted by Sigma.

A lot of the nursery’s decorations were bought by Fyodor, but there were a few given by his fellow DOA members. Sadly, a majority of Nikolai’s gifts had to be scrapped. Dunya couldn’t use clown makeup or the miniature cherry bombs. A pity, really.

Fatherhood suited Fyodor rather well.

Flicking on a small nightlight, he soon left after a goodbye to his daughter. His footsteps pattered on the wooden floor, making his way to your bedroom to finally sleep off the day’s events.

Once again, the door slowly creaked open as he walked in. He already had his pajamas on—a baggy long black shirt and some black pants—, sliding into bed next to you as one hand found itself on your stomach, the other already playing with your hair. Fyodor admired your body. It grew his angel, and now it nourished her.

While you were adamant that you looked worse after birth, he could only say the opposite. All of the Renaissance paintings and sculptures had been wrong in their depictions of goddesses and heavenly figures. He could only see you as a true goddess who fell for a sinner like him.

Would such a goddess permit him to have another child with her?

Fyodor had grown up in a small family back in St. Petersburg. Just him and his mother. His father had left him long ago.

He didn’t want Avdotya to feel the same. Lonely.

Siblings would prevent that. Maybe two? Even three, if you felt up for it. He hadn’t said anything about it since you were still recovering and getting used to being a mother just to one child, but he oh so badly wanted a bigger family. More look a-likes of him and you.

“My goddess.”

His lips nuzzled against your hair, murmuring sweet affections and praise. Even he couldn’t have predicted such a thing like this. A wife. A daughter. A family of his own.

And even when weeks later he was stuck in Meursault with four other men playing Nikolai’s twisted game of escape, he thought about you. The plan would work, and he’d see you again after he faked his death. Sure, it might take weeks or months, but he’d come back. He’d made sure of it—having thought of the betrayal of his subordinates a while ago.

And when Dazai would later tug his severed arm out of the helicopter’s crash site, it wouldn’t have a ring on the ring finger.

That ring would be snugly set on his other hand.

They could take his body, his wealth, his intelligence.

But they couldn’t take him away from you and the vow you two had made. Until death do you part.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

Help this took so long

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic fics by ...

- disgruntledkittenface -

[1]

“So,” he says casually, looking from Nick back to Louis, “you and Nick didn’t come back to the bar last night.”

And the sentence just hangs in the air between them, like an accusation. Louis can practically see the effort Harry’s putting in to keep his face neutral, but the intense frog expression creeps its way back in. And suddenly Louis get it.

Harry is jealous.

He wants to laugh. It’s preposterous to think of, being jealous of Nick of all people. Nick who can see Louis’ feelings for Harry written all over his face and in everything he does.

“Yeah, after we went for a smoke, I just felt like going home,” Louis explains, biting back a smile. Knowing he’s not being clear enough, he continues, “Nick just walked with me, stretching those ridiculous legs of his, I guess, but Liam picked him up as soon as we got back to my apartment building.”

Harry is still glowering. It’s ridiculous. It’s so fucking cute. Louis is so fucked.

[2]

“I do! We do,” Harry says, looking at Louis, who smiles warmly at him. “I just always thought I would adopt, but I guess I see the issues here for, like… succession?”

“Yes, my successor has to be a biological relative,” Louis says gently. “Lottie wants no part of it, that’s why she was so eager to donate eggs. And I’m not sure if she’ll have children of her own.”

“It is actually a matter of state,” Hervé adds, not unkindly. “Securing the line of succession secures Monaco’s status as an independent principality. If there is no biological heir, upon the prince’s passing then the state would be absorbed by France.”

“Oh, fuck,” Nick mutters, summing up how Harry feels. Well, he wasn’t wrong when he tried to tell Harry what a big fucking deal all of this would be. 

[3]

“Sorry to bother,” he says lowly, dripping sarcasm. “But would you mind shutting the fuck up? You’re ruining the show for the rest of us with your passive-aggressive bullshit.”  

Harry automatically twists around to see the couple’s response; it looks like husband is gearing up for a retort, but there are quiet murmurs of agreement from the people around them, and the man on his seatmate’s other side even claps him on the back in thanks. Chagrined, the couple slump down in their seats, their lips unhappily sealed.

Harry turns to the man next to him, who’s already looking at him from under the smudge of long, dark lashes that frame his blue eyes. A slow grin overtakes Harry’s face as he meets the man’s steady gaze. For once his words don’t fail him, and he leans in just close enough so the man will be able to hear him as he whispers “thank you.”

[4]

“Is that another new tattoo, Z?” she asks, reaching out and gently turning Zayn’s arm to get a better look. “Oh, yin yang, right?”

Louis immediately squeezes Harry’s thigh, turning to her with wide eyes, but Harry’s too busy fishing for a thin slice of cucumber at the bottom of her glass to register what’s happening. Zayn is still holding her arm out so Liam can see the tattoo when she glances up and Louis pointedly looks from her to the tattoo and back again. Harry’s confused face is adorable, she looks like a disgruntled kitten trying to surmise what Louis is attempting to silently communicate. It takes a minute, but understanding finally dawns in her eyes and she claps her large hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

“What?” Zayn asks, throwing a dirty look at them.

“Nothing,” Louis manages in a strangled voice. “Nothing! Great tattoo. Harry? Shall we?”

- Answers Below -

[1] you came into my life

They stand around talking for a minute and then Jonathan starts to ramble, “Has there ever been, like, an unrequited gay love story in here? Like a Brokeback Mountain moment where, like, someone just fell in love and they didn’t mean to?”

Louis feels bile rise in his throat as Jonathan’s eyes sparkle, pleading for a yes. He manages to look around and see thoughtful looks on his coworkers’ faces before their heads shake no.

“Not here,” Liam says finally.

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

[2] Darling, so it goes

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

[3] just one look (and i fell so hard)

Louis takes a small step back, breaking the moment first. “Well, I should–” 

“Do you want to come up?” 

The words are out of Harry’s mouth before he’d even planned them, and he bites his lip.  

“Oh, thank god,” Louis laughs, stepping back into Harry’s space. “I wasn’t, um…” 

“Wasn’t ready to let go of you yet,” Harry finishes quietly, glancing up at Louis. 

“Yeah,” Louis nods, reaching up and twirling one of Harry’s curls in his fingers. “Yeah, exactly.”

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

[4] i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

[firelordsfirelady]

XIII. Pinky Promises

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess? 

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 3089

Destined to be Yin and Yang 

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story. 

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16 

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N’s inspiration here. 

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

Thankfully, the crew and Zuko let me rest till very late in the afternoon the next day. As I sat at my desk brushing my hair, I stared at the firebender I had been drawing before the Fire Nation rudely drug me away yesterday. I had been busy adding a small amount of shading to the picture, and the small firebender I had drawn looked more alive now than it did when I started. A smile subconsciously found its way to my lips as I reminisced on my conversation with a certain firebender last night.

I will honor my agreement to marry you. Zuko’s words echoed in my head as I lightly touched my lips. He had kissed me last night, and, by the way the butterflies in my stomach fluttered, I may not ever recover from the kiss as my cheeks tinted a deep shade of pink.

Walking out of my room, I knocked on Zuko’s door, but there was no reply from within. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked down to Iroh’s door and knocked gently. Iroh’s friendly voice welcomed me inside the room, and I smiled as I walked in and greeted the older Firebender.

“Ah, Y/N, please have a seat. Would you like some tea?” He asked with a smile as he held up the tea pot. “I got some lovely ginsei tea from the last supply run we did.”

“Actually, I was wondering if you knew where Zuko was.” Iroh gave me a knowing smile as I asked my question.

“Ah, yes,” Iroh said as he poured three cups of tea. “He is in his prayer room.” Turning around, Iroh handed me two cups of tea. “He has specifically requested that no one disturb him until they have news of the Avatar.” The smile on Iroh’s lips had me furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I grabbed the cups, then I realized why Iroh was giving me two teacups.

“You want me to tell Zuko we have no news about the Avatar?” Iroh lightly laughed at my question and handed me a rolled map.

“What better way to receive unwanted news than with a beautiful woman bringing you tea?” I rolled my eyes as my cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

“If only the young prince saw it that way.” I laughed, careful not to spill the tea. Iroh smiled a knowing smile at me.

“Besides, perhaps, the two of you might be able to talk.” I rolled my eyes at Iroh’s attempt to set Zuko and I up on a date.

“I’m going to tell him you sent me there for a date.” I teased the older man who laughed at my statement. 

“I am not the one who called it a date.” Iroh teased back before he turned around to hold a small tea tray towards me. “Then take this tea tray.” I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue at the Firebender before setting the two cups on the tray and taking the offered tray from his hands. “Good luck on your date.” Iroh laughed as I rolled my eyes and left the room.

My heart thudded against the bones of my ribs as I walked towards the set of double doors that separated the hall from the prayer room. I felt nervous as I shifted the tray to rest against my right forearm as I raised my left hand and gently knocked on the door.

“I said to only come if there’s news of the Avatar.” Zuko’s calm voice came from the other side of the door. I took a deep breath before I answered.

“Even if I have tea?” My voice was light as I carefully opened the door. Zuko sat cross legged on a small stool in front of four lit candles that sat on a table. The candle flames grew then dimmed as Zuko sat with his back to me, but he turned to look at me as I gave him a warm smile.

“I was clear when I told Un—“

“And Iroh was the one who sent me to tell you the news.” Zuko’s eyebrow raised itself as I looked around the room to set the tray down. “But, you must remain calm with the news.”

“Uncle always said that a great leader keeps their cool.” Zuko calmly spoke as he turned his attention back to the candles in front of him.

We shall see how calm you remain. I stood there holding the tray of tea before I straightened my shoulders and smiled.

“We have no idea where the Avatar is.” The flames of the candles erupted into larger flames that reached the ceiling as he turned around with anger.

“What?” 

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” I clicked my tongue and shook my head before I took some water from one of the cups and put out the candles. “You’re lucky to have me around with that temper.” I smirked as the Firebender struggled to calm down. Now that the candles were out, I carefully walked over to set the tray down on the table.

Zuko was dressed in a loose robe that stopped above his knees. I had yet to see him dressed so casually before, and it was sending my heart into a whirlwind as I tried my best not to stare at the handsome man as I turned back around. 

I shook my head as the thought crossed my mind, but I straightened up to give the prince a smile.

“Your uncle wanted me to deliver the news because,” I dropped my voice to imitate Iroh. “What better way to receive unwanted news than with tea delivered by a pretty lady.” I let out a light laugh before I turned around to find Zuko’s ears had reddened. “I told him that you might not see it as such.” A friendly smile was on my lips, but my heart hammered in my chest.

“Uncle has a way of exaggerating things.” Zuko said in a calm voice before he looked away. “He’s not wrong about the tea though.” My cheeks reddened as I looked away from the Prince. “Let me see the map.” Zuko took the rolled up map from my hand and unrolled it. I could see a black line drawn from several random points on the map as I looked over Zuko’s shoulder.

Had that been a compliment? I didn’t linger on the thought as I looked back up at Zuko.

“I couldn’t help but notice there’s two cups on the tray.” Zuko’s eyes brieflylooked towards the tea tray before he continued looking at the map. My ears reddened, but I tried to play it off with a laugh.

“Perhaps he thought you’d like some company while you drink your tea.” Zuko smirked at me as he rolled the map back up again. “It looks like the Avatar has been all over.” I said as I nodded my head towards the rolled up map, and Zuko sighed heavily.

“How are we supposed to find him if we don’t know where he is.” Frowning slightly, I walked up and squeezed his shoulder lightly.

“We will find him, Zuko.” I smiled at him. “I know it.” He stared at me briefly as if I had two heads. “Matter of fact, let me see the map.” He gave me the map as I had asked and I unrolled it. Scanning my eyes over the map, I was drawn to a small island in the earth kingdom. Pointing to it, I asked Zuko what the name of the island was.

“That’s Kyoshi’s Island.” Zuko said as he looked at it. “Nothing significant other than it was Avatar Kyoshi’s birth place.” I blinked at him.

“I have a feeling that we might find the Avatar there.” I casually shrugged as I rolled the map back up. “Giving his random path, he could be marking things off of a bucket list or something.” 

Zuko and I stood there awkwardly in silence before I cleared my throat.

“Well I’ll be go—“

“Do you want—“ Zuko and I started at the same time, and I let out a laugh.

“We need to stop doing that.” I laughed, and Zuko let out a small chuckle.

“Do you want to have some tea with me?” Zuko asked before I could finish my sentence, and his cheeks turned red as spoke.

“I thought you weren’t to be disturbed until there’s news of the Avatar?” I teased as I raised an eyebrow at the Firebender to cover the heart pounding in my chest. “I’d hate to disturb you with no news.” Zuko rolled his eyes at me, but the corners of his mouth raised a bit. 

“Who said you were disturbing me?”

Mentally his words have me screaming, but physically I tried to keep calm as I gave him a smile.

“As long as I’m not a bother,” I bowed my head slightly before I looked into the golden eyes that were looking at me. “I’d love to have some tea with you.”

A few hours later, Zuko had me in tears.

“It’s seriously not that funny.” Zuko said with irritation as his ears betrayed his embarrassment as I held my stomach with laughter. Wiping tears from my eyes, I took deep breaths to try and calm my fit of laughter.

“Oh, trust me, it is that funny.” A small laugh left my lips again before I smiled at the Prince. “I just can’t imagine you stuck in a tree dangling..” Another fit of laughter threatened to bubble out of me as I spoke. “It’s almost as funny as the time I got my tongue stuck to the ice cap back home.” Zuko and I looked at each other before we both started laughing at the same time.

“How did you get your tongue stuck to the ice cap?” Zuko asked as his laughter calmed down. An easy smile rested on his lips as he leaned against the wall of the prayer room with his hands behind his head. I laid on my back as I looked at him from my spot on the floor.

“Five year-old me thought it was a brilliant idea to lick the ice cap after Mayuh had done it and said it tastes like sushi.” I laughed at the stupidity of my younger self. Wiping tears from my eyes, I smiled at the fond memory. Zuko’s face scrunched up as he looked disgusted.

“You believed it would taste like sushi?” I laughed before reiterating that I was five years old at the time. A comfortable silence fell between us as I happily laid on the floor by the casually sitting Prince. I looked over to admire him as he stared blankly at the liquid in the cup between his hands. His eyes swam with such uncertainty that it broke my heart.

“Do you remember the dream I told you about the koi fish--the moon and ocean sprits?” My quiet words left my mouth as I looked at the Prince. Blinking slowly, Zuko slightly shifted his attention to me.

“Yes, and I remember the story about them coming to be mortal for a day.” Zuko’s eyebrow raised and I knew as he opened his mouth that he was going to ask me a question.

“I started having those dreams as far back as I could remember.” I looked up at the ceiling above me as I spoke. “I dreamt about one of the fish--the moon fish--dying during some dreams. Other dreams were me climbing into the pool to swim with the spirits with a young girl with snow white hair.” Zuko stayed quiet as I talked.

“When I was ten, my father said he had business to discuss with the Northern Water Tribe, and he would be gone for a few months. I begged Father to take me with him.” I let out a small chuckle at the memory. “And I mean I begged. I did all my schoolwork for that year and the next because he worried about my schooling.”

“Dad finally agreed, and I was ecstatic to arrive at the Northern Water Tribe. I met the King’s daughter, Princess Yue, and she looked just like the girl in my dreams.” Taking a small strand of hair between my fingers, I twisted the strand around my fingers as I sighed.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you, Zuko.” The firebender was as calm as ever as he patiently waited for me to continue. “Father and I stayed long enough for the day to come that the Moon and Ocean spirits would spend an evening as mortals among us.

“I followed Princess Yue to the sacred spring and was in absolute awe at the sight of the koi swimming in their water. I remember Yue put her hand in the water and the white koi playfully swam to her, so I did the same. The Ocean spirit came to greet me before the two koi playfully swam between our hands.” The memory made tears come to my eyes as I smiled fondly at the memory. “I could hardly believe something like that was possible.”

“We returned home shortly after, but I was never the same after that interaction.” My chest felt heavy as I prepared to let Zuko in on a secret I had been keeping from him. “Ever since I returned from that trip, I’ve had these dreams or visions that are so vivid and feel so real that I have to question if it happened or if I imagined it.” My words were slightly unsteady as I continued.

“When I was ten, I had a dream that began seeing Mayuh laying on a pile of wood with her hands folded neatly over her chest. She looked peaceful as I approached to tell her my final goodbye. I remember reaching out to her and touching the cold shoulder of my grandmother as she laid in bed. My touch caused her to fall back slightly and I screamed as I saw dried blood from her nose and lifeless eyes staring back at me.” I closed my eyes at the memory. “Mother had assured me that it was just a nightmare.” I let out a bitter laugh. “She heard my scream three weeks later as I found my grandmother dead.”

“My best friend died when I was fifteen after being chronically ill for years.” Turning to look at Zuko, I bit my lip as his golden eyes looked at me with sadness.

“What are you saying, Y/N?” Zuko asked quietly as I looked back to the hair between my fingers.

“Do not be upset about what I am about to say.”

“You’re not about to tell me I have died in your dreams, right?” I let out a small laugh at Zuko’s question.

“No. You didn’t die.” I sighed as I closed my eyes tightly. “I dreamt about the light we saw in the sky and I heard your voice say something about the Avatar before I saw the Airbender standing in your room.” I heard a sharp intake of breath from the surprisingly calm man near me. “I had a vision of Avatar Kyoshi’s Shrine happen that same night.”

“Are you asking me to believe your dreams are predicting the future?” Zuko’s words sounded dubious as he spoke, and I let out a bitter laugh.

“Absolutely not.” I said. “Life just has a strange way of making the visions happen.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I hope some of them are just dreams.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tried to give Zuko a smile, but he looked at me with concerned eyes.

“There’s more that you aren’t saying.” Zuko’s words were quiet, and I tried to keep my face stoic while he stared at me. 

“Hey,” Zuko’s soft words was accompanied by the soft caress of my face with a gentle hand. Forcing me to look at him, Zuko gave me the softest smile as he looked into my eyes. “You can talk to me.” My lungs ceased to work as I mulled over telling Zuko about my dream. “As long as you’re not about to tell me I died in your dream.” Zuko said in a slightly joking manner, but I didn’t find it funny as I replied. 

“I drowned.” My words were softly spoken in a volume barely audible to me as I blankly stared at something other than Zuko’s eyes as the flashbacks of the dream washed over me. “It ended with me drowning.” Silence greeted my heavily said words only briefly before a gentle hand moved the hair out of my face. My eyes focused back to the golden orbs looking back at me with so much emotion, but his facial expression held determination.

“You won’t drown while I’m around.” Zuko’s honest words made my heart jump in my chest.

“Pinky promise?” My voice sounded small as I held out my left pinky to him. “It is against the law to break a pinky promise.”

“A pinky promise?” Zuko’s ears reddened at my suggestion. “What are we? Children?”

“No. We are soon-to-be twenty year-olds who still believe in the binding magic of a pinky promise.” I tilted my head and slightly raised my eyebrow as I smiled at Zuko, offering my pinky again with a small bend of the finger at him.

“On one condition,” Zuko started, and I raised an eyebrow with curiosity. “You tell me about any visions or dreams you have.” I nodded in agreement. With cheeks tinted red, Zuko wrapped his right pinky tightly around my left one.

“I pinky promise that you won’t drown while I’m around.” A wide smile grew on my lips as I tightened my pinky around his too.

“I pinky promise to tell you about any dreams or visions I have.” I repeated then a yawn escaped my lips as I slowly moved to sit up.

“Thank you for having tea with me.” I said as I gathered the cups and the tray. “I enjoyed spending time with you.” Zuko’s face was red as the earnest words effortlessly left my lips.

“Are you free for another training session soon?” Zuko looked at me after he stood up and handed me the tray from the floor. “I feel well enough to train some more.” A smile rested on my face as I looked at the golden eyes staring at me.

“Do you think I’d miss the opportunity to beat you?” Zuko’s cocky smile greeted me. “Never.”

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[beebopboom]

I think it’s a good day to remember that they said this -

Michael - “Aziraphale’s favorite thing about Crowley I think it’s probably the same thing that is the most annoying thing about Crowley - which is his constant questioning, his constant rule breaking, and bending the rules. Not doing things by the book and that really annoys him but overtime it is what has drawn him to Crowley.”

David - “It’s very - I’m going to give a very similar answer to you. It’s the things that infuriate and also draw him to him. It’s his openness, it’s his consistency, it’s his kindheartedness - drives Crowley up the wall and yet he is inextricably drawn to it. They are the yin to each others yang.

Michael - “They are - I like my yang but I like it better when your yin is next to it”

[biblical-chronicles]

Double trouble

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where Liam finally meets his match making Noel regret ever introducing them to each other.

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The interview was taking place in a cramped, dimly lit room in the back of some music magazine’s office. Liam Gallagher was leaning forward in his chair, shades perched on his nose even though the lighting was anything but bright. His legs jiggled impatiently under the table, his pint of water untouched. Across from him, Noel sat slumped, arms folded, his expression halfway between bored and annoyed. The rest of the band flanked them, adding little more than the occasional grunt of agreement or laughter whenever things got heated.

The reporter had been asking questions for what felt like hours, most of them the usual drivel. Who’s the better artist? What’s next for the band? Are you two ever going to stop fighting? None of it seemed to warrant a decent response.

But then she switched gears. “Alright, let’s lighten it up,” she said, flipping through her notes. “What’s your type? You know, ideal girl and all that.”

Noel groaned immediately, rubbing his temples like the question physically pained him. “My type? Don’t have one. So long as she doesn’t talk as much as Liam and knows how to pour a drink, that’ll do me.”

The others chuckled, but Liam shot him a sharp look. “That’s what you’re goin’ with? Jesus, Noel, no wonder you’re always miserable.”

The reporter turned to Liam, sensing an opportunity. “And what about you then?”

Noel groaned again, louder this time. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Here we go again.”

“What?” Liam shot back, leaning forward. “This is what the people want to know! Right, so listen—me type isn’t just some bird who looks nice and stays quiet, yeah? I’m talkin’ soulmate material.”

The others started laughing, clearly already having heard this monologue countless of times before.

“I’m serious!” Liam insisted, looking around the room as if daring anyone to disagree. “I want someone who’s the same as me. Someone with the same fire, the same madness. We’d be like—what’s it called—yin and yang.”

Noel rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his head. “Yin and yang? You’re talking bollocks again.”

“I’m not! I’d know her the second I saw her. It’d be like lookin’ in a mirror, but better.”

“You’ve been saying this for years,” Noel said, waving him off. “Meanwhile, every girl you meet legs it after a week.”

Liam sat back, smirking. “That’s just ‘cause I haven’t found the right one yet. You’re jealous of me drive, that’s all.”

“Jealous of what?” Noel shot back. “Your delusions?”

The reporter was trying to keep up, but by this point, the brothers were fully locked in their usual bickering.

“Alright,” she said, trying to steer the conversation back on track, “so we’ve established Noel doesn’t have a type, and Liam’s looking for… himself, essentially.”

“Exactly,” Liam said proudly, ignoring Noel’s exaggerated sigh. “When I meet her, you’ll know. She’ll be a proper rock ‘n’ roller, just like me.”

“God help us all,” Noel muttered, shaking his head.

The interview wrapped up not long after that, the tension between the brothers now at its usual simmer, with the band deciding to head to the pub, eager to wash down the awkwardness with a few pints.

The place hummed with the kind of lively chaos that felt perfect for the night—warm, loud, and packed with just enough familiar faces to make it feel like home. The group had staked out their usual corner table, pints in hand, falling effortlessly into their routine of banter, shared stories, and occasional ribbing. It was the kind of night where everything felt easy, like it always did in places like this.

Liam, as ever, couldn’t sit still. His fingers tapped out a rhythm on the battered tabletop, his leg bouncing under the table, his energy spilling over as he grinned at anyone who made eye contact. He was restless, the kind of restless that needed an outlet, and tonight that outlet seemed to be winding Noel up.

“Come on, Noel,” Liam said, tilting his head with a sly smile. “Cheer up, mate. You look like a sad dog and not a cute one at that”

Noel, who had been perfectly fine until then, rolled his eyes and muttered, “I’m plenty cheerful. You’re just seeing what you want to see.”

“Nah, this is you cheerful?” Liam laughed, loud enough to draw a few looks from neighboring tables. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Noel’s jaw tightened, and he took a deliberate sip of his drink, refusing to rise to the bait. “Christ, you’re like a bloody child sometimes,” he said, voice level but sharp at the edges.

Liam wasn’t done. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve got all the charm of a brick wall tonight. What’s the matter? Pub not posh enough for you?” He grinned wide, eyes glinting with mischief.

Noel set his pint down a little harder than necessary. “If I needed someone to talk bollocks at me all night, I’d have stayed at home and turned the telly on.”

“Touchy, aren’t we?” Liam shot back, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, mate, not everyone’s cut out for a laugh. You’ve got other talents, though I’ll be damned if I can name one right now.”

That was enough for Noel. He pushed his chair back with a screech and stood, shaking his head. “I need a smoke before I end up decking you,” he muttered, grabbing his coat and making his way toward the door.

“Good idea,” Liam called after him, laughing. “Maybe you’ll come back with a personality!”

The group chuckled at the exchange, though a few threw Liam a look that said he might’ve pushed it a bit far. But Liam, leaning back in his chair with an air of triumph, didn’t seem to notice nor care. As the others resumed their chatter, his focus began to wander, his gaze drifting toward the bar, where something seemed to have caught his eye.

Outside, the street was calm, a stark contrast to the pub's relentless noise and energy. Noel leaned against the cold brick wall, fishing a cigarette from his pocket and sparking it to life with a quick flick of his lighter. The chill in the air felt good, a welcome break from the heat and chaos inside. He exhaled slowly, savoring the silence as it wrapped around him.

But peace was short-lived.

“Oi! Watch where you’re bloody goin’, you knobhead!”

Noel turned his head at the sound, one eyebrow quirking up. Down the street, some bird was tearing into a bloke with sharp words that carried clearly through the night. Her gestures matched her voice—big, wild, and entirely unbothered by who might be watching.

“Christ,” Noel muttered, shaking his head as he took another drag of his cigarette. “What is it about this city?”

He tried to tune it out, focusing on the curl of smoke leaving his lips, but you were already headed his way. Your strides were confident, and when you caught his eye, you stopped short, a half-smile tugging at your lips.

“Oi, you got a light?”

Noel raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What, you just finished tearing some poor sod a new one, and now you want me lighter?”

Your grin widened, unapologetic. “Pretty much.”

With a sigh, he handed it over, watching as you cupped your hands against the cold and lit your cigarette with ease. You exhaled slowly, leaning back against the wall beside him.

“Cheers,” you said, returning the lighter. “You’re Noel Gallagher, yeah?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Depends. Who’s askin’?”

“Relax,” you said with a smirk. “I’m not about to ask for an autograph or a selfie or any of that bollocks. Just wanted to say your music’s decent.”

“Cheers,” he replied, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of you yet.

You took another drag before adding, “I’m a musician too. Not big or anything, but I’m working on it.”

“What kind of music?”

“The loud kind,” you said, grinning around the filter of your cigarette.

Despite himself, Noel chuckled. There was something about your energy—raw, untamed, and completely unconcerned with how you came across. He liked it, though he’d never admit that outright.

“Well,” he said, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out under his boot, “you seem mad enough to keep up with this lot. Come meet the lads yeah?”

You hesitated for half a second, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if he was serious. But then you shrugged, your grin widening. “Why not?”

And just like that, you followed him back into the chaos.

Noel pushed through the door, holding it just long enough for you to follow behind. The energy of the pub hit you right away, the kind that made you want to jump in even if you didn’t know what you were jumping into. It felt... comfortable.

Noel tilted his head toward the table, smirking. “Go on, then. Reckon you’ll survive.”

Without missing a beat, you strode over and slid into the seat next to Bonehead, who blinked like you’d just apparated out of thin air. Noel followed with the same nonchalance he carried everywhere, flopping into a chair like he owned the place.

Bonehead squinted at you. “Who’s this, then?”

“This,” Noel said, gesturing vaguely in your direction, “is some lunatic I found screaming at a bloke down the street. Thought I’d save the city a call to the bobbies and bring ’er in here.”

You smirked. “Lunatic’s a bit harsh. Let’s go with ‘charismatic.’”

“Sure,” Noel replied dryly. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Bonehead chuckled. “Right, well, charismatic lunatic, I’m Bonehead. That’s Guigsy, Alan, and you’ll meet Liam eventually—unless he’s wandered into traffic again.” He tilted his head, still grinning. “You got a name, or are we sticking with ‘Liam Lite’?”

You introduced yourself, leaning back in the chair like you’d been sitting there for years. “Liam Lite? Is that what you lot see in me?”

“Trust me,” Bonehead said, raising his pint, “You’ll see I'm right, oh and ask him about soulmates when you'll see him”

The others laughed, and you rolled your eyes but let it slide. The conversation started easy—music, gigs, stories about dodgy venues—but it didn’t take long for you to find your rhythm. Soon enough, you were trading barbs with the lot of them, sliding into the flow like it was second nature.

Eventually, Liam sauntered back to the table, pint in hand, his attitude turned up to eleven. He stopped dead when he saw you, eyebrows shooting up in theatrical surprise.

“Oi,” he said, grinning. “What’s this, then? Me future missus showin’ up early?”

Without hesitation, you looked him dead in the eye. “Depends. You the one who can’t shut up about soulmates in every interview then? I've heard all about it”

The table laughed as Noel, already prepared for this exact moment, leaned back with his arms crossed, smirking at Liam like a proud instigator.

Liam blinked, caught off guard for all of two seconds, before his grin widened. “Cheeky, aren’t ya? I like that.”

“Good for you,” you said casually, grabbing your drink like this was all perfectly normal.

Liam dropped into the seat next to you, still grinning but quieter than usual. He watched you with the kind of intensity that was almost unnerving—if you hadn’t already pegged him as someone who liked to think he was more mysterious than he actually was.

The others, of course, didn’t miss a thing.

“Would you look at that,” Noel said, shaking his head in mock amazement. “Big mouth’s gone all shy. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Shut it, Noel,” Liam muttered, though his tone lacked bite. He was too distracted, his gaze fixed on the way you laughed at one of Bonehead’s jokes, your smile sharp enough to cut through the haze of the pub.

Noel raised his pint with a grin. “Cheers to that,” he said. “Gonna be a long night.”

The conversation carried on, bouncing from one topic to another, and every so often, Liam would chime in, only for you to chime in at the exact same time with the same thought. It happened once, then twice, and by the third time, the table erupted into laughter.

“You two are ridiculous,” Guigsy said, shaking his head. “It’s like watchin’ a mirror argue with itself.”

After brushing off the initial embarassement Liam leaned towards you. “Fancy gettin’ out of here? These lot’ll drive you mad.”

You raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright, then. Let’s see what you’ve got."

You found yourselves in a quiet corner of the pub, sinking into a sagging, threadbare couch that felt like it had been through as many wild nights as the pub itself. The noise around you faded into a distant hum, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. For the first time all night, Liam was at a loss for words, his usual quick wit caught somewhere between his thoughts and the way you were looking at him.

You tilted your head, breaking the silence with a teasing smirk. “What’s this, then? You forget how to talk?”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, just… thinkin’. You’re not what I expected, that’s all.”

“Oh yeah?” you said, leaning forward, your tone light but curious. “What’d you expect? Someone who’d faint the second you flashed that grin?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his lips twitching into a smile. “But this—this is better.”

“Better, huh?” you arched an eyebrow, your eyes challenging him. “How’s that?”

His grin faltered, softening into something more genuine. “’Cause you’re exactly what I’ve been bangin’ on about all this time,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’ve got that same fire, same madness. I reckon you’re the closest thing to a soulmate I’ll ever find.”

For a moment, you studied him, your expression unreadable, and he held his breath without even realizing it. Then you leaned back slightly, your smirk reappearing. “You really believe in that soulmate theory, don’t you?”

“I do,” he said, no trace of sarcasm in his voice. Just something raw and real. “And I think I just found mine.”

Your retort, so quick and cutting earlier, didn’t come this time. Instead, you leaned in, your eyes holding his in a way that made his chest tighten. He didn’t wait any longer. Couldn’t.

Liam closed the distance between you, his lips crashing into yours with a heat that felt like it had been building forever. The kiss was urgent, messy, like neither of you could get enough. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as if proximity alone could satisfy whatever storm was surging between you.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers sliding into his hair, gripping like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go. The sagging couch creaked under your shifting weight as you climbed into his lap, straddling him without a second thought. His hands roamed, sliding up your back, holding on as if anchoring himself to you.

It was desperate and consuming, a clash of hunger and relief. When you finally pulled back for air, your foreheads pressed together, both of you breathing hard.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His thumb brushed your cheek, his gaze locked on you like you were the only thing in the room. “I’ve been lookin’ for you forever.”

You grinned, catching your breath. “Took you long enough.”

His hands slid down your back again, pulling you closer until you were flush against him. You could feel the sharp edge of his breath against your lips, the slight tremor in his hands as he held you, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to slow down or completely lose himself in the moment. Your hands found their way to his neck, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss, the pressure building as you kissed him back with equal intensity.

Liam groaned, low and guttural, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, trailing down your neck, the warmth of his breath sending a new wave of heat through your body. His hands moved to your thighs, pulling you further into his lap as if he needed to feel every inch of you pressed against him.

You could hardly think, your thoughts scattered in the haze of him—his touch, his kiss, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. Your own hands roamed across his chest, feeling the hard, steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips. The world outside of the small corner of the pub disappeared entirely, and all that mattered was the raw energy between you, the way his lips moved over your skin, claiming you as his.

Back at the table, the rest of the band had already started wrapping up the night. Drinks were finished, jackets were being pulled on, and the usual chatter was winding down. But as Noel glanced around, he realized something—Liam and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Romeo and Juliet, then?” Bonehead asked, lifting his jacket over his shoulder with a smirk.

Before anyone could respond, a commotion near the bar caught their attention. The sound of raised voices was impossible to ignore, and they all turned just in time to see Liam and you standing over some poor bloke. The guy looked absolutely drenched, clearly the victim of a pint or two being thrown over his head. His clothes were clinging to him, and he was frantically trying to dry himself off with a napkin, but it was clear the damage was done.

Noel let out a long, exasperated breath. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, standing up quickly and pushing his way through the crowd to intervene.

When he reached them, both Liam and you were still shouting, your voices raised in unison as you pointed at the poor bloke.

“Oi, settle down, you two!” Noel snapped, stepping in between them before things could escalate any further.

“He deserved it!” you shot back, your face flushed with anger as you pointed at the guy, who was still sputtering and trying to wipe the beer from his shirt.

Liam nodded, his expression equally fired up. “He’s lucky that’s all he got,” he added, his voice still laced with irritation, clearly not ready to back down.

Noel pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the familiar weight of responsibility pressing down on him. “Right, that’s enough. You’re both done, playtime is over.” he said, grabbing each of you by the arm and steering you toward the door.

“You should’ve seen what he said to her!” Liam muttered, barely under his breath, still fuming.

“Yeah, he had it coming,” you added, your eyes flashing with defiance.

Noel didn’t even try to reason with you two at this point. “Great,” he grumbled, shaking his head as he dragged you both outside. “Now I’ve got two of ‘em.”

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over 3k words that's how you know I was buzzin to write it, hopefully you lot enjoy reading it just as much xx lmk what you thought !!

[bbyobbyo]

To Mingyu, you were perfect. It was no wonder he was drawn to you when his long time best friend and roommate introduced you to him as his partner. Alas, you were perfect but you weren't his.

content: angst, fluff if you squint, suggestive (no actual depictions of sex), unrequited love, pining, gyu is a simp

wc: 729

notes: second attempt hehe, thank you everyone who read my vernon fic! feedback is appreciated, i'm still new here 😔👉👈

Truthfully, there was no better person for you than Wonwoo. Mingyu could at least admit that much. You complimented each other like yin and yang, supporting and uplifting one another in harmony. You were the much needed ray of sunshine and motivation in his life, and he was the structure and inspiration you wanted in yours. Over time your presence became a welcome constant in his life, first by association, then seemingly by necessity.

"She is the best thing to ever happen to me" his roommate would exclaim constantly, and Mingyu couldn't help but agree.

He tried to be happy for his friend, he really did. After all, why wouldn't he want the people he loves to be happy? It wasn't like he didn't want you visiting the apartment constantly, always with a delicious treat to share in hand. Nor did he dislike your genuine attempts to get to know him as a person, asking about his preferences and aspirations in life. In fact, it bothered him more and more that he wished you came over more often, even when his roommate wasn't home.

It was tortuous to hear the sounds in the apartment when you and Wonwoo thought he was asleep. Heavy moans and muted whines haunt his brain on those long nights filled with tossing and turning. The next morning he tries his best to pretend like he didn't see the hickeys littered on your neck just barely covered by your hair when he ran into you making breakfast. And yet, when you ask if he had a good night's sleep with an offer of making an extra serving for him, he doesn't have the heart to tell you the truth. That he spent the entire night wishing it was him in the bed next to you instead.

-

The day the world came crashing down on him was the day Wonwoo had told him about his plan to propose to you. An evening surrounded by his 12 closest friends that you have also come to adore, how perfect. It was so perfect that he didn't even have to think twice when saying yes when Wonwoo asked him to help film the entire affair.

"I trust you over Seokmin any day, that man can't keep a secret for his life. But if you tell her it's for a personal project, she won't suspect a thing!" he chuckles.

"Yeah," Mingyu mumbles back, not quite meeting his friend's eyes, "she won't see it coming."

-

Mingyu thinks he's going insane. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of photos from tonight and yet he's enamored by this one. You're absolutely dazzling, looking at the camera like you just discovered the lens, eyes turned into crescents and smiling cheek to cheek. How long has he waited for you to smile at him like that? And the first time you do, he's behind a camera. At your fucking wedding reception of all places.

"You like her." His head snaps up from the viewfinder.

"What?"

His older friend snakes a gentle hand on over his shoulder. "You like her, don't you?" Seungcheol repeats, voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu says nothing, slowly directing his gaze back downwards at the camera, screen stuck on the photo of you he took only a few moments ago. He can't do anything but sigh. Seungcheol's expression softens, giving his younger friend's shoulder a knowing squeeze.

"It gets better."

God, he sure hopes it does.

-

Mingyu's attention fades in and out when you're reading your vows. It's ironic that on one of the happiest days of your life, he finds it impossible to focus on you when it feels like that's all he's done for years. It was a welcome distraction, however. He can't decide what would destroy him more: listening to you profess your love to someone that wasn't him, or knowing that you meant every word. You end your monologue gracefully with a small smile, holding back a sob as the groom begins his.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me," Wonwoo begins, voice breaking as he bites back his own tears.

In another time, another place, Mingyu would've agreed with him. But in this moment, as you look at his best friend like he's the center of your whole world, Mingyu decides that you might have been the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

[yenqa]

the line in between

synopsis — in which it’s new year’s eve, 1999. and jay finds you on his doorstep right before midnight.

warnings — lots of mentions of dying (no one actually is but they think they’re going to + no violence), i think that’s it lmk

pairing — jay x gn!reader (i think)

wordcount — 1053

a/n — this is kind of like apple cider au + that one scene of 25/21 combined but also ignore how this is lowkey my fic “smart” in a different font erm

“What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

You let out a nervous smile trying to convince him to let you in. Though he has no idea what you’re doing at his house on New Year's and minutes to midnight, he lets you in. Deciding to push aside the question looking at your anxious expression.

He moves aside, inviting you in. You thank him, hastily taking your shoes off and taking off your jacket. Jay notice’s the matching sweaters you’re wearing, both navy blue though yours looks much more warm than his.

You sit down on the couch, tapping on the cushion next for him to sit down. He takes the seat happily, you sit in silence, both awkwardly watching the new year’s show playing on the tv.

He decides that he’s prolonged the question enough, asking again with a slightly quieter voice, “What are you doing here?”

Chuckling, you answer. “My parents aren’t back from their vacation yet, their plane got delayed. And I got kinda scared for the new year.”

“Scared? You’ve been through it hundreds of times.”

You nod, the situation almost feels too vulnerable. As if you moved a single inch the room would crumble in pieces.

“I heard someone say the world was going to end or go into chaos, I didn’t want to be alone if it was.”

He laughs. And you crack a smile hearing yourself.

You’re not usually one to believe superstitions or conspiracy theories. But so many were freaking out for the end of the century and you can’t say you weren’t either. The silly theories had gone to your head this time, leading you to where you were five minutes earlier, knocking on Jay’s door.

“You believe that?”

Shrugging, you say, “Anything could happen.”

Jay isn’t the kind to believe in that stuff, he finds it interesting but never enough to be scared of anything. Though he finds your gullibleness funny, he finds it cute how you balance eachother out, You’re usually energetic, and he’s always calm and laid back. You like romance books, he likes thriller and horror books. Even though you’re much better at not being nervous when reading those kinds of things—except for situations like now.

To put it simply, you perfectly balance eachother out, like yin and yang. You’re the perfect pair. The perfect pair of friends.

Though you wouldn’t say you’re friends. If anything your relationship is closer to a couple than anything. He’s never mentioned it, and you were still wondering about it yourself.

Is the line between friends and lovers supposed to be harsh? Should it be clear as day in the end or should it sneak up to you before you even know it? The line seems to blur every time your hands linger near each other, or the stares from afar seem to be too frequent to be an accident.

You find it stupid how a stupid line can define your relationship. But it really does. The blurred line makes it impossible for you two to be anything. On top of the line is fear. You don’t want to lose him because you were being too quick to do anything. You don’t want to lose him because he might not be the same way if anything did happen. You just didn’t want to lose the bond you had.

He snaps you out of your thoughts, asking, “Do you want something to drink, apple? I think we have apple cider, your favorite.”

His nickname for you had been there for years. Since he first saw you chug down a cup of apple cider on the New year’s you met, when you were both ten. You’re still surprised when he pulls that nickname out for you, sometimes it’s every day, sometimes you don’t hear it for weeks.

“No it’s okay, I’m too tired to have any.”

He raises an eyebrow, “It could wake you up?”

You stop to think about it for a few seconds, I mean nothing bad could happen while he’s away right? “Fine, but only if you have some. Be quick though! I don’t want to be alone when midnight strikes.”

He salutes, rushing to his kitchen. You sit in silence, zoning out you stare at the plant right next to his tv. Snapping out of it when fans start cheering on the tv. you’re quick to look around when the thirty second timer starts ticking down.

“Jay, hurry up! You’re going to miss it and die alone!” You call, he rushed back, stomping on the floor loudly to get back to the living room.

Just in time he hands you your drink, sitting down just where he was earlier. Taking a few sips and turning to him, you smile, “You made it.”

He grins, “Of course I did.”

You turn away, watching as the timer ticks down somehow so slowly but too fast for you. Your heart starts racing and you’re not sure whether it’s for the new year or the eyes next to you staring at you with a soft smile.

The timer gets to ten and your heart starts beating out of your chest, trying to calm down you turn to Jay, asking , “Can I hold onto your arm? I’m nervous.”

Jay laughs quietly, gently pushing your head on his shoulder so you can comfortably wrap your arm around his, squeezing it gently. You watch as the numbers sum down to 5, quietly counting down the numbers just so the other can hear.

You look back up with him, letting out a breathy laugh, “Happy New Year, Jay”

“Happy New Year, Y/n.”

You try to stay awake with all your might, hoping that if the night ends now you’ll at least have some last words, but your drowsiness takes over, and you’re asleep before you know it.

Jay looks down at your calm state, the squeeze you once had on his arm had been completely abandoned, leaving his arm cold and lonely. He watches as your chest rises and falls with every breath, he lets out a lovesick smile. One he would never let anyone see.

Though tonight everyone he knows and loves—including himself, might die or go into chaos just as you said. He decides he wouldn’t mind this being his last view before it all ends.

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[ingravinoveritas]

Me every time Michael and David reference each other or flirt during interviews or do anything together in general:

[sm-baby]

Able strikes me as… the kind of person that does things right naturally. Like for the carnival AU, I bet in real life he was just good at everything without even trying. Everyone likes him, he’s just great in his own, I bet him and Caine even look similar, like the kind where the real only difference is maybe height, and style.

Caine is the younger brother that is jealous, he is extremely jealous even if he doesn’t want to be. He wants to be content with himself, but it is so damn hard with a sibling that even unintentionally looms over you. Getting mistaken for them at places, and when people meet you it’s always “Oh you’re Able’s brother” or “oh I hope you’ll be like him” and it’s a little flattering but mostly discouraging mentally. He wants to be like Able, but he knows he can’t.

Like a couple years back when my sister graduated a year early in high school, literally a cyber expert by the time she got out, and already years in on collage work, meanwhile I was your average struggling student, so even though she’s my favorite older sibling, we look similar, sound similar, hell, some people have mistaken me for her but with shorter hair. I know that having someone loom over you like that, someone everyone likes, everyone loves, and is just better in every way, it makes you go to the darkest places at times.

And that’s just me— from what you’ve said of Caine’s family, they just seem toxic. Caine if five times better than me and even my older sister who’s amazing, he knows so many languages and is so awesome in general, yet his parents have the nerve to do his. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a fucked up yin-yang sibling story, so I can really sort of relate to what u assume Caine is going through. It’s hard when you have similar interests, looks, and so much more with someone, yet everyone just loves them, and not you, and you have no clue why. And you want to be proud, you are proud, you’re happy, but some part of you deep inside just wishes you didn’t exist, or that the person you’re always compared to didn’t exist, so then no one would be able to compare you. Sometimes it’s obvious, people saying the differences, other times it’s fully a mental thing, I never was compared to my older sister by parents, but it’s a like a part of me knew that I was insignificant.

If it’s anything like the personal relationship I have with this person in my life, Caine and Able are close, but there are moments where it just bubbles through, the destain and/or harsh thoughts finally get to the surface of the water. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an argument because Caine snapped at Able and started talking about how damn great Able is to everyone. My older sibling seems a bit like Able, and she never was forced into being perfect, it’s just natural for them. It’s a rocky relationship, when you know you love that person, that sibling means the world to you, but there’s that envy in part of you. I would sort of like it if this is expanded on more, maybe just a bit because I find it somewhat personal, you don’t have to, but I think it would be interesting if this was specifically shown somewhere. Siblings relationships are tough, but I personally know that… this particular style, the kind of sibling relationship I have with that one older sibling and the relationship Caine and Able have, is extremely hard. Because it never goes away, that spite and the small bit of hatred, but you just have to live with it, you blame yourself for your shortcomings, it never leaves, but you still stay close. They’re still your favorite person, still someone that you feel like you can share everything with, and you learn that you can’t get over those bad feeling, they just exist.

…I really need to stop writing when I’m half asleep. Might continue on how Carnival Pomni is similar to me, next time I’m half asleep and typing/j

*pat pat* it will definitely be touched upon... Im too proud of Caine's writing to leave him in the dark... Im so happy you relate to him that way, and Im sorry to hear how rocky your relationship is with your sister. Best of luck to both of you <3

[honeycreammilkshake]

hello there honey i really enjoyed your analysis on sukuna and yujis relationship they're so overlooked by the vast majority of the fandom despite being the mcs and it makes me happy some of us appreciate their dynamic i might be unsatisfied with geges overall handling of the story and how it took so long to really focus on these two but he wrote them very compelling despite everything. it makes me frustrated because it could've been even more of a punch if we didn't focus so much on everything else and i adore some characters but it came at the expense of not doing enough with his mcs which even if some people don't want them to be its still yuji and sukuna.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268. i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

what are your thoughts? i hope we get to focus on yuji at least in the next chapters or im going to lose it. do you have any hope that sukuna ended up accepting yujis offer? i think the scene ended abruptly... i want them back together its so frustrating and while it fits and i can see gege leaving it like that it just doesn't feel right to me

hi, jenjen!! (do you mind if i call you that?)

thank you so much for reading that mess of a post. i had a lot of sukuita feels and just spilled my thoughts in one entire go. it's sad that they're so overlooked because they're unironically the best thing about jjk. like yeah there's a lot of cool characters in jjk but sukuna is literally a god of chaos and devastation that somehow got stuck in the body of an unhinged teenager who would sacrifice his own life for strangers.

they're two different extremes trapped within the same body, but as the story goes on we see they're a lot more similar than they first appear. like yin and yang, the two extremes that often oppose each other but are also inseparably complimentary to each other. there is soooooo much to explore with that dynamic, and i'm forever heartbroken we didn't get to have more focus on these two because they are honestly amazing.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268.

your point about that one scene in 265 is so goooood <3

as you said, up until that point yuuji had only been referring to sukuna as a curse, even though that's not technically true. but to yuuji, sukuna is more of a curse than some curses are. this is part of my theory that yuuji is the only one that sees right through sukuna. almost everyone else admires sukuna or only sees him as something to test their strength against.

yuuji is the only one who actually hates sukuna. yuuji even wants to destroy him because he knows sukuna is a murdering, cannibalizing force of death and devastation. and sukuna hates yuuji because the brat represents everything that goes against sukuna's cursed and selfish nature.

they both stand for everything the other hates, yet it's so interesting that they somehow understand each other better than anyone else does. (more on that later >.<)

what i really love about this scene is yuuji's teasing nature. he's not being mocking or sarcastic. he's both stroking sukuna's ego and, with light playfulness, is giving him a kind of recognition (as a sorcerer, not a curse) that nobody else has. you were completely right with that, jenjen.

and it's just so sudden that it happens. actually, everything about this chapter was so sudden and unexpected.

the fact that sukuna is willfully going along with all of this when he would strike down and destroy people for daring to even order him about (like nanako and mimiko). yet he indulges yuuji over and over again.

yuuji is literally telling sukuna what to do, but sukuna doesn't even reprimand him. actually, he pays attention to yuuji. (also i love how everything is always so "special case" and "different" with them like that don't even know how they arrived in yuuji's little mind palace and sukuna looks freaked out about it but he still listens to yuuji, he still does whatever yuuji asks him to... that's truly amazing.)

this scene in particular was really interesting to me. as you pointed out earlier yuuji only ever referred to sukuna as a curse and treated him like one, too. during his conversation with mahito, yuuji says that his purpose in all this is to just kill curses, sukuna especially, as that's the end goal of everything yuuji did.

yet here yuuji is, decidedly not killing sukuna and instead giving the king of courses his entire life story. yuuji's being the most open and vulnerable about himself than he's ever been, and it's all for the infamous king of curses who cares only for himself, the enemy yuuji hates and wants to see destroyed.

yet the way sukuna remains uncharacteristically quieter through all of it, looking like he's honestly reflecting or considering what yuuji just said, and how he gives this meaningful pause after yuuji describes how empty the town he was raised in became. yuuji says he expected it to be that way and sukuna looks almost thoughtful about that.

something similar happens a little bit later on when yuuji's talking about how there's a smaller amount of insects now than when he was younger.

what i noticed about both of these moments is that yuuji is talking about changes that happened for him. changes in the place he was raised and changes in the life he used to see more of that he doesn't now.

sukuna isn't affected by change. he's the strongest, he does whatever pleases him and doesn't care about anyone but himself. but yuuji cares about these little things, these changes that affect him, these small details that stay in his memory. that's such a contrast to sukuna's mindset, which is that every human tastes fleeting. and here yuuji is, sharing his memories about these tiny things with sukuna, these "tastes" that have stuck with him. because it's little details like yuuji losing his slime toy or drinking sweet milk tea when it snows that makes him who he is as a person. but does sukuna have any kind of memories like these? anything that connects him to being human like yuuji? maybe that is why yuuji is showing sukuna all these everyday normal things. he knows sukuna doesn't have memories like this, so maybe showing him yuuji's own might trigger something in him, something deep down. he wanted sukuna to open up with him too, maybe.

all of this is such a strong contrast to how other sorcerers and curses treat sukuna. they only approach him with the intent to try to overpower him or maybe to try to gain his favor. yuuji isn't doing anything like that. he isn't bargaining or making violent demands. there's no fighting. it's the most tender they have been with each other so far. (sukuna not killing yuuji the moment that brat asked him to do anything is sukuna being tender imo... he would have crushed anyone else for daring to do such a thing.)

it's just... it's so fascinating how yuuji hated sukuna for being so inhuman before, but now he's suddenly treating sukuna like he is human. he's acknowledging that sukuna was human even if the king of curses doesn't want to be seen as that anymore. and it's beautifully complex and should have been explored far deeper.

i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

i am right with you on this one, too. chapter 265 was almost like a dream for me. jjk is hardly romantic at all. even a lot of other action manga includes at least a little romantic subplot... yet the most romantic scenes we get in this series are these date-like interactions between sukuna and yuuji, who supposedly hate each other, yet i guess they're out there doing archery together??

(sukuna getting another perfect archery shot just to impress his demanding little boyfriend <3 i love how serious he looks here, too, he's really playing up that coolness factor)

you also made another great point about how yuuji suddenly took a lot more emotional interest in sukuna now than he did before. i wonder if that conversation yuuji had before gojo died was about sukuna being related to yuuji? maybe part of him lit up on the inside because he actually has family, even if it's the murderous demon god that wants to destroy him and everything that he loves? or maybe he felt some kind of closeness while sukuna was inside of him that he misses now?

i really wish that we got more scenes like this with these two. i want to understand yuuji's thought process for trying to reason with sukuna and to maybe even get him to open up, too.

it's sad that gege took so long to focus on these two again. there were so many more interactions we could have had, so many more meaningful insights into both of their characters.

but this chapter did a lot all in one take.

i said earlier that sukuna and yuuji understand each other really well, and i believe that's true because not only are they the only ones who spent so much time being soul-crushingly close to one another, they also get under each other's skin far more than anyone else does. sukuna loves to torment yuuji because he knows just how caring and compassionate yuuji is. he rubs it in that he killed thousands of people during the shibuya arc and that he possessed the body of yuuji's friend. but yuuji also knows just how to rile up sukuna and he fights sukuna hard, he never gives up, and i think sukuna secretly admires that about yuuji.

and this chapter showed us how they understand each other yet again.

this conversation, to me, shows two very important things. one is that, despite already feeling it's a lost cause, yuuji still tries to convince sukuna to accept the mercy he's showing him, to understand yuuji's perspective as well. but sukuna's response to this is more layered than it first seems, in my opinions.

as we've seen, sukuna uses a lot of backhanded insults and contradicting statements with yuuji. he simultaneously calls the brat weak and uninteresting, but is disappointed when yuuji lost against choso (sukuna was paying a suspicious amount of interest during that fight scene for someone who considers yuuji to be so worthless) and looks reluctantly impressed or even surprised at yuuji's abilities.

yet when anyone else gives sukuna a hard time or challenge, sukuna shows them respect or even gives them praise. he does no such thing with yuuji, at all. in fact, all he does is mock and discredit yuuji, so sometimes the actual words he uses is a roundabout way he's actually acknowledging yuuji getting under his skin. and i think his words here, "i'm astounded at how spineless you are," can be taken as a form of that reluctant and contradicting acknowledgment.

even if sukuna doesn't accept what yuuji is saying, i think he knows yuuji is being sincere. he has to feel like he's guarded against it though, so he easily dismisses yuuji, and that's why my second important thing from this conversation is how yuuji still doesn't give up.

sukuna knows yuuji can kill him. he's getting back up into a corner now. but instead of going in for any kind of demands, yuuji is giving sukuna mercy. a second chance. a choice.

even though he knows sukuna refuses to see things yuuji's away, to accept yuuji's ideals of valuing life, he still offers a chance at mercy for sukuna.

sukuna, who has deliberately proved over and over again that he doesn't deserve mercy or empathy, and yuuji understands this. he accepts that sukuna is unsympathetic and a monster.

even when sukuna is dying, yuuji shows him that mercifulness once more. he's far more gentle and compassionate to him than sukuna deserves.

the fact that he still wants to live with sukuna. either a longing for family or the closeness they once shared when yuuji was his vessel or both. he genuinely cares about sukuna. and i think sukuna knows that.

so that's why it's another insult to undermine yuuji's efforts and empathy when sukuna says this offer is yuuji just "acting the fool" when i think he knows truly that yuuji wouldn't be so unserious about such a big thing.

but one thing that hit me hard is how sukuna calls the brat by his full name this time. something he has never done before. just like yuuji called him a sorcerer that one time too. it's like sukuna's admitting deep down he was touched, but he just can't accept yuuji's mercy. that would kill his persona, his reputation as the king of curses. it would make him more human. and he refuses to be anything but inhuman.

the original japanese had quotes around "curse" and that was important for a reason. sukuna wanted to be seen only as a curse would be seen.

as gojo said. love is the greatest curse of all. and sukuna is the king of curses. so it's very fitting indeed that sukuna died in the hands of perhaps the one person who ever really saw him, or understood him, or loved him.

thank you for your ask btw, jenjenpup. i really loved reading your thoughts on this. thanks for bearing with me on all my rabid rants about these two. i hope i answered your ask well enough.

so glad to have you in the sukuita cult, too <3

[star-dust-shark]

Chapter one: Sugar Glider

Percy’s pov

Being liked is great.

Not being liked is not so great.

It’s pretty black and white, really.

Well, depending on the person. Maybe there are people who don’t like being liked. Maybe they see it as a bad thing.

And maybe there are people who aren’t liked and are satisfied with it.

Percy Jackson wasn’t that kind of person.

He wanted people to like him.

In an ideal world, everyone liked him. He knew that wasn’t possible, but hey.

He could try.

And when he learnt that Annabeth Chase didn’t like him anymore, it basically felt like his world was caving in on him.

Dramatic, he knew, but he couldn’t believe it. One second, his life and relationships felt perfect, the next, he was single, lying on his floor eating ice cream.

Alone.

That word scared him. Being alone was like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly. Like a… yin without its yang.

He couldn’t be alone. He just couldn’t.

He was Percy Jackson for god sakes. He’d saved the world, what, like ten thousand times? He’d been to tartarus and back, swam in the river styx, and dealt with puberty.

And yet…

There he was, staring up at the ceiling of cabin three, the Poseidon cabin, blinking sleep from his eyes while the morning sun shone through the cracks of his blinds.

Alone.

I mean, really, he understood. Sometimes, you meet someone different. Sometimes that someone is a girl, and hey! Turns out you’re lesbian.

Percy didn’t understand being lesbian, obviously, but he understood that sometimes it just doesn’t work.

He didn’t blame Piper, or Annabeth.

He blamed himself.

If only he’d just been… better.

Stronger.

More… boyfriend-y.

He sighed, blowing hair out of his eyes only to have them fall back down and tickle his forehead instead.

But hey! Why be a pity party? Maybe being single wouldn’t be so bad. Nico had done it for years and he was fine, right?

Mostly, at least.

It was just that everyone had someone.

Leo had Jason.

Piper had Annabeth.

Reyna had Thalia.

Frank had Hazel.

So was he weird? Would he feel like an outcast, hanging out with happy couples? This fall they’d all be sharing hot chocolates and Percy would be staring at his feet wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“Stop, Percy”, He chided himself. “You’re being over dramatic. You’re fine. Now get your lazy ass out of bed”.

Nope. Not happening.

No matter how many times he tried to push himself up or roll over, his body disobeyed.

Knock knock knoc-

“Urghf” Percy managed slurring at the door, muffled by his octonauts comforter.

The door swung open with a bang, revealing a beaming Jason Grace.

“Goooood morning bro! How’d you sleep, man”? He asked, strolling in and ruffling Percy’s raven black hair.

Percy let out an indignant “murmph” in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and glared down at him.

“You told me you’d start trying to get out of bed in the mornings, and there has been zero improvement”.

“Get off my case. You’re not my mom” Percy said pushing the blankets off of himself and sitting up.

Jason scowled, then smirked.

“Nice shorts” he nodded towards his torso.

“Hey, man, I don’t care what you think. Spongebob is a classic” Percy said, though he felt his face get rather warm.

“Whatever. Anyway, we’re all having breakfast together by the water. Chiron said it was okay”.

“Everyone”? Percy asked.

Jason shrugged. “Yeah, you, me, Leo, Nico, Piper, Annabeth”-

“Nope. Not happening” Percy grumbled, shuffling towards his closet stiffly.

Jason sighed, and Percy didn’t have to see his face to know he was obviously already pissed with Percy.

Though it had been… Percy glanced at the clock.

Only three minutes since Jason had came to wake him up. This was probably almost a record.

“Look, Percy, I know it’s awkward with Annabeth, but if you don’t come, she’s going to blame herself and think you’re like… ghosting her, man. And that’s not cool”.

Percy turned to face Jason to give him a falsely sweet smile.

“Oh gee, thanks, Jason! What great insight, I totally didn’t think of that at all. You’ve made me change my mind! Of course I’ll come, and it’ll all be fine and dandy” he said sarcastically, batting his eyelashes just to piss him off more.

Jason scruched his nose and narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything.

There was an awkward silence as Percy searched through his drawers to pull out his camp half blood shirt and a pair of blue ripped jeans.

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I just don’t think I can do it”, Percy said turning to face Jason.

Maybe if he played up a kicked puppy act Jason would let him go.

Jason laughed. A good, long, hard laugh.

“Oh, I see! You thought I was giving you an option. That’s funny. You’re coming to breakfast, Jackson. Get dressed, and if you’re not ready in ten minutes I will barge in here and pull you by the ear even if you’re naked”.

“Gay” Percy mumbled.

“What was that”? Jason asked, turning back to look at him as he opened the door to leave.

“Nothin, just said okay”.

“Hm” Jason replied mutely as he shut the door.

Well great.

Truth was, it wasn’t completely Annabeth. Percy had been… confused.

Confused as in… questioning? Curious? He didn’t know how to explain it.

Like when you’re a kid and you first learn about a cool unknown kind of animal, like a sugar glider or something.

You kinda start thinking about it a lot, and getting curious about it.

Except Percy’s sugar glider wasn’t sugar gliders.

Percy’s sugar glider was Nico di Angelo.

Nico and him had gotten closer ever since Nico had came out and even closer yet after Annabeth and him had broken up.

He kind of thought of Nico as a sympathetic friend, because obviously Nico didn’t really give a shit, he just felt bad that Percy was lonely.

But Percy gave a shit.

He did, honest to the gods. And he never ever thought he’d say that.

That he cared about the weird emo kid with trust issues.

But he did.

Nico was his sugar glider. He couldn’t help but care.

@cordyline-uki if u still wanted to read, this is the first chapter but just so yk it’s fanfiction of a fandom ur not in lol

[jiecomic]

Chapter 8- Perfect

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After Jie told Monkey King about her deal with Iron Fan he took her to some room, which she never saw before.

For Jie this place was nothing different than a garbage. She understood that her master had been definitively too lazy to clean this mess, but for a demoness who is really used to tidy places and has a sensitive smell, that place was a real nightmare.

' The faster I find something the better'

So she started digging in.

" How about this?" Asked Monkey King showing her some mirror with the yin-yang symbol on the other side

" It's a demon revealing mirror, how do you think will she take it when I show it to her?" Jie answered picking something into her hand "Oh! That looks cool!" She said showing her master the golden spear

" Good, but not as powerful as your blade- how about the mystical vase?"

Jie looked at him and then at the vase.

" I've got a feeling like it's better to keep it" she stated and then something caught her attention " What is that?" She muttered to herself looking at the dark scroll

Before she realised Monkey King took the scroll and throw it somewhere far away.

" That's nothing" he explained with bright smile on his face and continued searching as if nothing happened, Jie did the same

" Would be easier if most of the heaven artefacts weren't taken away from me" Wukong pondered

" I think you already have enough of them" Jie remarked while checking some rusty swords

" Tell me something about your weapon!"

" About the mirror blade?" Jie stopped everything to look at him " Now?"

" Why not?- I'm curious cause it's the first time I heard it's name"

" Alright... Well the mirror blade was actually my first booty of my first fight with a strong demon- who was the Fox Demon King. I didn't want it but the second it was in my reach... I heard it calling for me, as if I was the one it was searching for... and I guess I was. When I lost it it was my first defeat from a long time... at that time I lost everything- my tittle, my allies, my freedom, half of my powers, my weapon and..." she stopped for a while feeling the painful memory in her mind, she hold tighter to the jade necklace" The mirror blade is the only thing that I can get back"

For a moment it was silent, Jie didn't expect herself to open up that much... she didn't like it. Every time she did that she felt as if she was crossing the line that she had drawn herself. Her master on the other hand seemed not to notice this line. For Jie that was something new and it was making her feel anxious.

" I remembered about something!" Monkey King shouted " Wait here"

She looked confused at her master who was trying to climb on the big stock of garbage, throwing many things in the process. When he was at the top, the stock started shaking which made Jie feel unsafe, but Wukong for sure knows what he is doing... right?

" Aha!" He shouted pointing something to the sky

Crack

Suddenly the stock started collapsing.

Everything: rusty swords, spears some scrolls and even more strange things started to fall on the place when Jie was standing, all she could do was trying to dodge them and she did it very well. When everything seemed to already fall she looked at her master (who got out of the ruins) and as she started heading towards him she felt something hitting her on the head.

" OUCH! Crumbs..." she muttered before collapsing on the ground

MK felt that something was wrong, first Pigsy was kind, he even get along with Tang! Sandy is also acting a little bit off and Mei... let's not talk about this. Even Monkey King acts strange... well there was only one more person to check!

MK was too far from her house so he looked around and started yelling:

" MS JIEEEEE!"

He was repeating himself for a long time till he noticed something, the energy ball that Jie uses!

Not knowing what to do MK had tried to touch it but just before that the energy ball exploded into the cloud of smoke, from which a pair of fox ears could be seen.

" Crumbs, my head..." Jie muttered to herself while brushing the back of her head " Uhm... Monkey Boy?"

Jie looked confused at MK who was looking at her from behind of some metal box with suspicious eyes.

" Say something what Jie would say!" He screamed waving his arm at her

" huh?"

Jie decided to stay calm.

" You think I have no other things to do?! What do you want, play with me in hide and seek?!"

Alright she was annoyed.

" Get off my tail!" She hissed ready to disappear but suddenly felt something squeezing her waist

" That's really you!" MK whimpered into her hanfu " Thanks noodles it's you!"

Before Jie was able to say anything she started to turn to dust in the places when MK touched her, with made the boy freak out.

" GAH! JIE YOU ARE A GHOST!" He screamed in terror

" NO- I'm not you monkey brain!" Jie scolded him by pitching his cheek " I'm just a spirit projection!"

" I'm ssowwwy" MK murmured to her 'but isn't that what the ghosts are?'

Jie let go of his face and started looking around.

" So... Where are we?" She asked flicking her fox ear

" That's right! Something is wrong with all my friends! They are acting just... too perfect?"

'That's bad?'

"Wait a minute" Jie stated with a serious look as she started sneezing the air

Her face turned to be so disturbing as if she just eaten the worst meal in her life. Her nose started to flinch as she covered it.

" Did you use your golden vision?"

"Oh!"

"..."

" What do you mean 'oh!'" She continued pitching his cheeks " You forgot again didn't you?!"

She let him go when his cheeks started to turn slightly red and swollen.

MK finally used his golden sight to see everything around him only to see...

" There is nothing here" he said turning his eyes back to normal "Nothing of this is real... just like the time when you used illusion on me!"

" That's right, when I started to smell the air I didn't smell anything from this environment 'only your smell', thanks to the illusion you can fool the eyes but not the rest of you senses... that's what master is trying to teach you right?"

" He said something about trusting my instincts... wait! If it's illusion then how am I going to break free?!" He started to panic again

" Firstly calm down" Jie navigated him " You know when the illusion stops being illusion?"

" When I do some magic stuff to make it disappear?"

" No. When you realise that all you see is fake"

" Okay..." MK calmed down a little " What should I do next?"

" It's easy. You just need to-

PUFF

The image of Jie disappeared.

" Jie?"

"JIE?!"

"WHAT SHOULD I DO?!"

Jie started to slowly receive her vision, though everything was still blurry to her. She felt something wet on her cheek and a warm breath.

" Gou..." she murmured trying to see her pet more clearly

After a while she came back to her senses but was still to weak to get up, she looked up into the light with was blinding her, until some shadow covered it.

" Good morning!" Monkey looked at her from above with a smirk on his face

'I want to punch him for some reason'

" I fainted didn't I?" She muttered trying to stand, Wukong reached a hand to her and helped her stand

" Yeah, I thought you died" he answered casually

She just give him a furrowed look as the answer.

" You found something?" She asked him still feeling a little dizzy

" Huh?"

" When you run on this stock, you said you found something"

" Ah, right!"

Monkey King had dived in the garbage to then come back with a ceramic jar.

" What is inside?" Jie asked ready for some big reveal

" That's..." Monkey King had slowly opened the jar " THE BEST COOKIES I HAVE EVER EATEN IN CENTURIES!" He shouted while showing Jie the snack, which then ended in Wukong's mouth

Jie glared with unbelief at her master who was eating all happy and carefree.

" I wonder what Monkey Boy jumped in again..." she whispered to herself

" Hm?"

" While I was unconscious the kid called me out, so my spiritual form had transported to him, looks like someone trapped him in illusion or something"

" Wait, you can become a ghost?"

" ... No- it's a- you know what, never mind" she sighed " I'm just surprised because normally I could smell the scent from the real environment, but then I couldn't as if he was..."

" trapped" Monkey King stated with a serious tone, which attracted Jie's attention "I once saw something like that, it's called the calabash. It's an old, powerful artefact with can trap anyone who-

" WAIT!" Jie interrupted him " Did you say that it's OLD and POWERFUL?"

" Yeah, pretty much" spoke Wukong while leaning for more cookies " Would you like one?"

But when he offered her the cookie all that was left was just a pink dust.

Bark!

... aaaand Gou

"..."

" I won't share with you"

Jie had teleported to MK as soon as she could, when she finally found the house she bumped into the building to see MK standing before a pair of demons. What mattered to her was that MK was now out of calabash.

" Ah! Ms. Jie!" MK waved to her

" ha ha... seem like we have more audience..."

" Let's introduce ourselves again..."

The two twins demons smirked to each other.

" We are your worst nightmare Jin..." Started the orange demon

" And Yin..." Added the blue one

" THE GOLDEN SILVER- WOAH!- HEY!"

The brothers yelled as Jie pushed them away and walked between them.

" HEY AT LEAST LET AS FINISH!" Jin screamed at her, but Jie didn't seem to care at all

In fact Jie only cared about the calabash... or rather it's pieces...

" Look like it can't be undone, huh?" Suddenly some dark aura started to cover her, but no one noticed since the twins were too busy with MK.

When MK was ready to fight them Jin and Yin seemed not to be so confident anymore so they used some smoke bombs to create the occasion to escape.

Unlucky for them...

When the smoke had cleaned MK could still see them- standing in the same place but being carried by their collars by no one other than Jie.

Only now everyone felt the dark atmosphere in the room, yeah... Jie was not happy...

" Monkey Boy... go back to your friends" Jie stated "I'll take care of these two" she added with her red eyes burning with anger

"O- okay so... THANK YOU BYEE!" MK ran away as fast as possible feeling as if something was about to chase him

Meanwhile the brothers... were scared to death.

Jie let them sit on their own before her freely, but they didn't dare to move even a finger.

" So... you are the ones who caught the apprentice of my master, huh?" She asked calmly

" W-well we... we just-

" IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

" THAT'S THE WORST THING YOU COULD COME UP WITH!"

" AND WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY?!"

"Be quiet"

The moment Jie spoke both of them calmed down. While Jie sighed loudly.

" For once I wanted to do something in the fair way... Crumbs..." she muttered to herself

" You two, are you related to huli jings?"

At this moment brothers looked at her with their eyes wide open, Jin then pointed to his brother in the direction of the fox tale behind Jie.

" Y- you are the Huli Jing! Same as mother!" Yin almost shouted

" You know for what you did I should already drag your souls into the underworld, right?" Jie's glare became more sharp

The twins started to shake in fear and hug themselves.

"... But I guess this auntie can make one exception!" She said with a completely different mood!

Before the air around Jie was cold and heavy, but it turned to be, warm and sparking!

The twins looked at her with tears flowing from their eyes.

" THANKS AUNTIE!" They we're about to hug her when Jie had stopped them with her hands

" one more moment..." the red light had slowly came back in her eyes, her warm smile turned into mischievous smirk" You need to do something for me first..."

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{Finnick Odair x Reader} To Survive The Ocean, First You Must Swim- CHAPTER TWO

After losing her sister to the games and her father to the ocean, her best friend (and supposed love of her life) Emery saves her. Now, as they go into the hunger games together, she is determined to do whatever it takes to save him. But when her mentor ends up being a man she has learnt to hate, she can't help but be frustrated, especially when she realises how little she really hates him, and how much she actually needs him.

chapter one | chapter three | all chapters

WARNINGS: MINOR CHARACTER DEATH | MENTIONS OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING | MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE | DEPRESSION | RUDE LANGUAGE | HEAVY THEMES

It takes about two seconds after I step foot on the train for Finnick to get on my nerves.

“Hello Sweetheart, pretty dress.” He says while eyeing me up and down, no doubt wearing the same face he uses to charm his customers. I never understood why he seemed so content on going back to the Capital every other month. Was he a whore? Or just a slut? Did he sleep with his admirers for fun? Or for money? Considering how much wealth he has just by winning the games, it's most likely the former. One could argue he may do it to distract from all the lives he took in the games. I wonder if my sister won, would she have done the same? No. I don’t think so.

I muster up as much hatred in my stare as I possibly can before turning away from him to examine the train. From what I know my district is one of the wealthier districts, but this train was still nicer than anywhere I’ve ever been. My stomach churns as I realise this was most likely the very same train that took my sister to her death. I try not to think about it too much.

Hadley Deadwood, victor of the 61st hunger games, and my mentor, lays on the couch with one hand over her eyes and the other hand holding onto a glass containing a brown substance. Undoubtedly alcoholic. It wasn’t uncommon for victor's to drink after they win, the worst drinker is from district twelve. His name is Haymitch, I think. I don’t blame them though, having to fight to the death and then send off children to live through exactly what they did - if they live - it's not exactly a fun way to spend your life. I swallow; if Emery wins, would the same happen to him? I could never imagine him turning to liquor to face his problems, but what other choice would he have? 

Looking at Hadley, I realize that there is no way she will be able to mentor me, she can’t even stay sober for more than ten minutes. Mags, a much older victor, probably would have been better for me, but currently she is in hospital due to a stroke. Oh well, my goal is for Emery to win, not me. And as annoying as I find Finnick I must admit he will definitely help him. Sona leads me to my eccentrically lavish room, apparently I’m free to do what I want until supper in the next hour. I lay on top of my bed sheets, gold and blue and as soft as the clouds. I close my eyes, and realise for the first time in my life, the air isn’t tainted with the smell of fish and sea salt. It’s unsettling, I don’t like it. But I am only given a few moments of thought before I hear a knock on my door. 

Emery enters. He does nothing but stare at me and vice versa. His overgrown dark hair falls over his face, his stylists will probably cut it later. I move my attention away from his face and into his eyes. I feel myself getting lost in their green. Reality only regains my attention when I hear his voice speak my name.

“Why did you… why did you volunteer Yin?” Yin… a nickname given to me by his mother, who once remarked that Emery and I were “as close as yin and yang!”. 

“You know why,” I pause for a moment before continuing, “You wouldn’t survive a day in those games without me. You’re too good for it.”

“You shouldn’t have volunteered.”

“Well I did, I volunteered to save your life. So make sure I didn’t do it in vain.”

I know that's not fair to him, to tell him that if he were to die I would have died for nothing, but it’s true. And in any case, I need him to do the best he can to survive, I need him to learn to kill.

For the next few moments Emery and I say little words. For the first time in my five years of knowing Em, I feel a sense of animosity between us, almost as if he were mad at me for trying to save his life. He leaves and I get changed, choosing to wear a simple yellow sundress. I decide to head to supper a few minutes late, not wanting to leave my room. When I do I then have to face the reality of my situation. I have to face the woman that took my sister, the man that lived instead of her, the drunk whom my life depends on, and the boy whose life depends on me.

When I finally find myself seated at the table, I look around for Hadley. She’s nowhere to be seen.

“Hadley’s taking a nap.” Sona says, sensing the reason for my wandering gaze. 

“Of course she is, how am I ever supposed to survive if my mentor can’t even stay conscious half the time?” I mumble quietly under my breath, not quiet enough apparently, because Finnick quickly replies to me.

“I have offered to mentor you instead.”

Huh?  

I wonder why he would do that, it makes no sense. All it does is give him double the work, and what benefit is there to helping me?

“Oh… thank you.” Is all I can think to say in reply.

“No problem, Sweetheart.” He winks at me and gives that Capital winning grin. I hear Sona sigh next to me but all it does is give me the ick. He’s not helping me just to sleep with me, is he? Even for him that seems a bit low. I push the thought away, deciding that if he does try anything I’ll simply kick him where the sun don’t shine. The Capital has rules against hurting other tributes, but they don’t say anything about mentors.

“Don’t call her that, she’s not your sweetheart.” Emery says with a surprisingly firm tone in his voice.

“Ah I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Finnick replies, but the smile on his face says otherwise. “I’m guessing she’s your… girlfriend?”

Emery blushes a bit, before looking back down at the table, his meek demeanor quickly returning. “No, she’s just my friend.”

“Well how lovely is that? I can already see it now! You two holding hands and making friendship bracelets in the arena.” He laughs.

“Enough of that! What can we do to stay alive?” I finally interject. 

“Pulverise your enemies with the magic of friendship.”

I groan and as he brings a glass up to his lips I knock it out of his hands, it shatters on the floor. “That is swarovski!” Sona finally speaks up. We all ignore her.

“Fine, Darling, you really want to know how to survive in the arena? Never trust your friends.”

I can’t reply, because I know what Finnick is saying is true. Instead, we collectively eat in silence. On my plate is a sort of meat stew with broccoli and a side of mashed potatoes. Emery has shoveled a far bigger serving than I have, and although I know it’s due to his past lack of nutrients, I decide it's good to do the same. You never know how much food you’ll get when you enter the arena. One year the arena was completely ice, and no food was available. But chances are the game makers wouldn’t make that mistake again, it was completely anticlimactic apart from the boy that thought it would be a fun idea to eat people. He was quickly killed by an avalanche.

“It’s called Lamb, good right?” Finnick chuckles seeing my face as I stuff myself. I have to admit, the food does taste good, it’s nice to eat something other than fish for a change. I get a second helping, and I want to get a third, but I decide it’s probably not the best idea to vomit onto my plate. I wonder if Finnick would stop flirting with me if I aim for his white shirt instead? Probably, but I would probably also lose my only competent mentor, so I decide to put down my fork. Sona tells us we are expected to arrive at the Capital at nine am tomorrow. Most tributes will arrive sometime in the afternoon, district twelve being last. From what I’ve heard it can be up to a twenty four hour trip from twelve to the Capital. We, on the other hand, are substantially closer. Though I can’t tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

After supper I choose to take a shower, and when I get out I see the light outside my windows getting dimmer. Again, I choose to stay in my room, I don’t even want to see Emery at this moment. But alas, I hear a knock on my door. “Just a minute, Em!” I say as I take off my towel and quickly throw on the first set of pajamas I find. 

Rushing to open the door, I am surprised to be greeted by someone far taller than Emery, I look up and see Finnick staring back down at me. Somehow up into this moment I have never realised how tall he is, probably around 195 cm. In all honesty I don’t like it, Emery being barely taller than me makes me feel safer, whereas Finnick staggering over me is just unsettling. Another point to add to the list of things I don’t like about him. I muse to myself. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” He says in his calm, flirtatious, obnoxious, tone of voice. Matched with an equally arrogant smile. He probably heard me call him Em, nonetheless, I am still curious as to why he is standing at my door.

“Why are you here?” His grin grows wider.

“Well good to see you too.” He enters the room as if it were his. “I came to ask you about your strategy for the games, how you present yourself can be the key between winning or starving somewhere in a ditch.” He talks to me as if I’m a little kid that needs calming down, as if he wasn’t only two years older than me. But I should probably trust him, I mean he did win his games seemingly with ease and quite frankly, he’s all I got.

“Winning is not my goal, my goal is surviving long enough until Emery and I are the last ones standing, then I’ll simply kill myself and let him go home.”

And for a split second, though I may have been imagining it, his perfect facade drops. Though his face contorts itself back into that annoyingly calm composure just as quickly.

“Nonetheless, to last that long you still need a good strategy, are you any good with a trident?”

I shake my head, not too long after my dad drowned they moved me from fishing to preparing the fish. At the time I wasn’t sure why, sure I developed a fear of the water but that never stopped them from forcing other children into the harbor. Not that I had any complaints.

I think back to a moment, a week after his death and a week before my role was changed.

There was a storm, so there was no one out fishing. I found myself on the edge of a cliff, it wasn’t high enough to kill me, but the beach and the water were all below me. My mom is a very superstitious person, she believed that the place of your death is the area where your soul will be resting for eternity. And there, right below me, was where my dads soul was resting. And I thought maybe, just maybe, that if I drowned in the same ocean as him, I could be with him again. So before I even realised it I was falling. Falling then crashing then sinking then dying. 

I must have hit my head on a rock at some point, because the next thing I remember was waking up on the coastline. And then I ran, ran to Emery’s house. At first I assumed someone must have pulled me out and onto the shore, but when no one spoke up I figured it must have been some sweetly cruel act of God. Taking away everything I have and then pushing me away when I wanted it back. 

But in any case, no one knew about my failed attempt, so when they changed my role I figured it must have been a coincidence, but after that day, I never swam again.

“No, my job is preparing the fish, but I am good with a knife because of it.” I finally let out after snapping back to reality.

“Good, knives are cheaper and more common. During training I want you to focus on knife combat and especially knife throwing. It's better than trying to learn a whole new skill in just a week and it will allow you to do well in both hand to hand combat and distance fighting.” Finnick says, and for once he actually sounds serious. I simply nod in return.

“Anyways, about your image,” he continues, “Your volunteering to be with Emery has already put you in the spotlight. I suggest you focus on that, but not to the point where they know you plan to kill yourself in the end. People are not going to sponsor a tribute that has no plans on winning. Talk about how lucky you are to be here, and how you can’t wait to go on this adventure with your boyfriend.”

I cringe, lucky to be here? Boyfriend?

“But were not-”

“It doesn’t matter if you two aren’t actually dating. The capital wants someone to root for, and they are suckers for romance. Trust me I know.” As he says that last sentence, I almost hear pain laced in his voice. But brush off that idea quickly, it makes no sense.

“I already had the same talk with Emery, and besides from the whole romance part, just try your best to be likeable. Got it princess?” His sickeningly perfect smile appears again. And again I feel the urge to barf. But some part of me almost feels… flustered? It’s probably just gratitude. And I have to admit I am in fact grateful, as much as I have hated him in the past, I do see that he is doing his best to help me survive. And as Finnick struts out of my room I come to a disturbing revelation. 

Finnick Odair… isn’t actually all that bad.