#002. / killer au

[kiemiu]

──── STURNIOLO ROMANCE TROPE DUMP PT. 1 ˎˊ˗

synopsis this is honestly just a few cute romance ideas that i've thought of and would love to see implemented into some sturniolo fics :> these are completely free for taking just provide credit if you happen to get inspired! <3

001. 7 days | pathetic!chris sturniolo x brat!reader | the pursuit trope |

all chris wants is 7 days to prove to you that he can be the man for you. and if that means spending all the money on his card or embarrassing himself in the process, he'll gladly do whatever it takes to get you to fall in love with him.

002. unfortunate events | matt sturniolo x reader | soulmate trope |

you and matt can't seem to stay away from each other. always bumping into each other in the most unfortunate ways. accidentally spilling coffee on you before a job interview, him nearly running over you on one of your morning jogs, getting trapped in an elevator together, crashing into each other while riding bikes,, you think this is all just unlucky coincidences but what if he's actually seeking you out with the worst approach?

003. he's all that | outcast!chris sturniolo x popular!reader | makeover magic trope |

your biggest challenge yet relied in the form of chris sturniolo. obnoxious, loud, and a bit gross, he was everything you found icky about boys despite dating the biggest asshole on campus. with prom only being a few weeks away, will you be able to transform him into everyone's dream guy while simultaneously falling in love, or will you fail?

004. kiss me already! | student council!matt sturniolo x cheerleader!reader | grump x sunshine trope |

you, the pretty, popular, cheerleader suddenly interested in him—the nerdy, uptight, student council president? matt doesn't understand your sudden obsession with him, and frankly isn't very fond of it. yet, his constant disdain for you doesn't stop you from asking him out on dates and flirting with him, will his insecurities stop him from pursuing you, or will he finally fall into your charms?

005. love letter | jock!chris sturniolo x nerd!reader | secret admirer trope |

chris has a hard time expressing his feelings verbally, so he resorts to writing poetry. the depth of his work only increasing when he finds a muse. you're quiet, shy, always having your nose in a book, and completely in tune to your own world. nothing like him, yet he wants you so badly. afraid of his friends making fun of him, he decides to keep his poetry a secret, and his identity hidden from the heartfelt letters he leaves in your locker.

006. glass onion | matt sturniolo x reader | forced proximity trope |

the two of you, complete strangers to each other, decide to bind together after a series of tragic murders occur at the fancy resort you're both staying at. the killer is still at large, and could possibly be the man you're partnering up with...

007. secret potion | gryffindor!chris sturniolo x hufflepuff!reader | hogwarts au |

on the cusp of losing the girl he's hopelessly in love with, chris creates a love potion to lure you back into his arms.

008. somebody else | townie!matt x rich!reader | forbidden love trope |

his parents hate yours, and your parents hate his. growing up with a high profile lifestyle and always being in the public eye for one thing or the other, your parents had laid out very strict ground rules for you to follow. the main one being stay away from the sturniolo's. but you were never one to follow rules.

009. p power | playboy!chris sturniolo x playgirl!reader | enemies to lovers + fake dating trope |

chris has to convince his parents he's officially settled down to avoid being forced into a marriage with a woman he doesn't want. to keep playing the field and get his parents off of his case, he decides to make up a fake girlfriend. and who better to use as a scapegoat than one of his old hookups?

010. mine all mine | nerd!matt sturniolo x nerd!reader | friends to lovers trope |

it's obvious to anyone with two eyes that you and matt have feelings for each other, you're both just too shy to take it a step further. with the help from his friends, will he finally confess his feelings to you before it's too late, or will another guy swoop in and take you?

[enhasparadise]

STREET KILLER. ˒˒ ﹙ sunghoon! ﹚

╰┈⪼ no noise could be heard through the streets of the city, nothing seemed to happen and yet it struck at any time and any day. breaking the secrets of the inhabitants while leaving proof of his passage since the victim's secret was written on the wall of his property. the street killer became the nickname we gave him. and although you paid no attention to this kind of thing since, despite everything you could hear about him, it had never interested you. but the evening when your father's store ended up being the victim of a robbery by this so-called street killer, you had no other choice but to pay attention and want to find the person responsible for this noise. something you didn't imagine was that, when you ended up finding a store that was the victim of this so-called crime, the police took you for their accomplice.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ rebel!sunghoon x shop owner!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 enhypen others members, mention of chaeryeong and ryujin from itzy, taehyun and heuning Kai from txt. (probably more to be added..)

genre﹙💬﹚⸝⸝⸝ serie, criminal/gang au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst.

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ harsh talking, mention of violence, abuse, death, smut (this serie have sexual content), crime.

taglist ‎⸝⸝⸝ comment to be added to the taglist !!

rain’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ i wanna scream so bad because the banner looks so good im so proud of myself, anyways, i hope that you would love this story as much as i would love to write it, hoping that you would be interested in writing, and that you would spend a good time reading !

all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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MASTERLIST.

001. home sweet home.

002. sound like betrayal.

003. title to be found.

004. title to be found.

MORE TO COME !!

[whenthestarsthrewdowntheirspears]

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₊˚⊹☆ 001: UHC killer au.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ COMING SOON ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

₊˚⊹☆ 002 Trapped

SERIES

₊˚⊹☆ 001 DROWNING. SIREN AU

James is a vengeful siren, Regulus loves to drown

₊˚⊹☆ 002 GENDERBENT HOGWARTS AU

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Going on a Trip

Summary: Set in a Modern AU. Ever since that pregnancy test came back positive, Astrid's been a little overprotective.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Rating: General

Dead Dove: No

Words: 1 002

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: So fun fact: in Dutch/Flemish we have the saying "zoals een kip zonder kop!" Which basically means doing something without thinking and often in a nonsensical way.

Posting something a little lighter after the Dead Dove fic I just posted. 😇

I got the inspiration for this fic because I went to a zoo last Monday and there are always without fail families with very small children (literally ages 0 to 10, I saw two mothers with literal 1 to 3 month olds in slings) or a pregnant partner. And since I was taking requests for this Pregcup series, I had to write it, of course.

Also wondering just how many people are going to click on this fic thinking it's a Pregstrid fic despite the tags and the series I'm putting this in.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“And you’re sure you have everything you need?”

“Yep, 100%!”

“But you’re sure? You got a bottle of water? Bottle of coke to keep your sugar levels up? Made your sandwiches?”

“Well, no, you made them because you’re scared I’ll go hungry for an hour. But anyway, yes and yes and you stuffed my bag full with literally every sugary thing we have in the house. If our doctor knew, she would get a heart attack.”

“You got your pain killers for your leg? Your migraine meds? Are you sure we shouldn’t take an extra bottle of-”

“Astrid, please!”

Hiccup grabs her hands and puts a stop to her pacing. They’re in the kitchen and she’s holding onto the strap of his shoulder bag, running around with it like a headless chicken. They’re leaving for a trip today, a trip to the zoo because living amongst dragons doesn’t mean they don’t still appreciate or are even fascinated by the other countless of creatures they share their amazing planet with. The entire group is going, the dragons get a day off for once.

Much to Toothless’ dismay.

He would much rather come along, but zoos are going through the trouble of keeping dragons out. So if they were to bring one in, they wouldn’t exactly be welcome.

“We made a list yesterday, we got everything ready before bed and you woke up extra early to make sure I wouldn’t be going hungry today. We’re ready to leave,” he assures her and Astrid relieves herself with a sigh. Because he’s right, they’re ready.

She looks down at their joined hands and smiles, his thumbs stroking the back of her fingers. This is before her gaze falls further down and finds the reason why she’s so concerned. Her husband is about five months pregnant.

They knew from the start that they wanted to have kids and after some time spend talking about it in which they both agreed Hiccup would carry their first, they went ahead and found success rather quickly. But ever since that pregnancy test came back positive, she’s been a little bit overprotective. And Hiccup thought it was annoying at first, he has already spend his entire childhood with an overprotective father. But in his fifth month, he both understands it and even appreciates it.

Because while his morning sickness was at its worst, she, Toothless and Sharpshot made sure he didn’t need to leave the bed for anything other than to go to the bathroom. She muttered sweet nothings in his ear when his moodswings appeared. There is this one commercial about these doggy treats that are meant to be good for their dental hygiene and every single time he watches it, he cries without fail. Something about them having good dental hygiene just gets to him. This coming from a dragon and cat person.

The other side of this is that Snotlout is no longer allowed to eat at their place, Hiccup can no longer stand his eating habits. Then there were his cravings, which she gets up for in the middle of the night just to take care of. Astrid has been so understanding and supportive, he figured that the least he could do was return the favor.

“You’re right,” Astrid admits. “We’re ready.”

And if it turns out the five sandwiches she made for him aren’t enough, they can always buy an extra snack at the zoo.

-XOXOX-

They took a bus there and now they’re taking that same bus home. It’s from a private company with comfortable cushions, air conditioning and a bathroom. But that first one is the most important to Hiccup in particular, who sits next to Astrid and is just knocked out cold after the tiring day they’ve had. His seat leans back just enough for him without bothering Heather, who sits behind them along with her brother and reads a book.

As he sleeps, Astrid looks through the many pictures on her phone. Between her device and those of all her friends, they probably have hundreds of pictures. Of animals and monuments, some as a joke, of them as a group, split up in duos, selfies… or in her case; her pregnant partner.

Him looking at animals, reading a plaque, watching a family with small children, resting on a bench, taking a picture of something or someone else, in the souvenirship, she even has one of him eating. This man could do nothing without giving her some reason to take out her phone’s camera. Astrid is certain he has a picture of her taking one of him.

Because he’s tall and skinny, his bump isn’t all that big yet, which is a slight disappointment that Astrid will not share. Although it is probably better for his back, which already suffers from being a lower leg amputee. At the same time, he started showing a little earlier than normal, which she thought was a blessing. She loves his belly and she loves seeing it in pictures. He’s growing their first child!

Glancing at it now, she can’t help but smile and places a hand on it, her thumb stroking through the t-shirt he wears. He did end up eating all five of those sandwiches.

All of them are sunburned. Because while Astrid was so worried about Hiccup going hungry, she completely forgot about the dangers of the sun. They all did. From the corner of her eyes, she spots Ruffnut’s fight not to scratch the itchy redness of her skin, Snotlout looks as bright red as a tomato and the shape of Dagur’s sunglasses have been burned right into his face. Both of the redheads in their group are more sunburned than then rest.

When they finally get home in another hour or two, she is going to lotion hers up from head to toe. And they will probably both enjoy it.

But for the time being, Astrid puts on her music and closes her eyes, her hand still on her husband’s belly.

[smallchaoscryptid]

hello! I hope you’re doing well! I’m here to gush a bit about how hyped up your TMA/QSMP au has got me. I’m losing my mind in the best way possible, especially about Jaiden’s alignment with the End- I feel like her story especially was so so clever. do you have any other headcanons you’d like to share, or character alignments? I totally get if not (for the sake of not spoiling future fics) but I just wanted to let you know your fics are 10/10 and I’m full of thoughts about them

(So, I'm finally at my keyboard and can type this all out.)

First, the stuff that doesn't contain spoilers. All my fics for statements 001 to 005 are written along with one or two oddballs for after that. I also have ideas for a few more than that. I am posting them out of order to try and give the TMA vibes of the statements not being listened to in order by the reader that they were recorded. (I don't know if I'll be able to keep it up forever, but I want to try to keep them out of order.)

There isn't exactly an overarching plot to the series as of right now and I don't know if there ever will be (Other than Cellbit becoming more entangled with The Eye). I also don't have a fic that is going to be the final fic of the series. It might be a series that I just randomly write for and then one day stop. (I am also open to ideas from people about characters and entity interactions that they would want to see but no promises that I'd write anything.)

Whenever I want to post a new one, I ask my brother to give me a number and then I post that fic. It's also something I just randomly when I want to write but don't want to work on my like bigger fics (The Android AU, The Ghost Rom-Com, or The Hunger Games Inspired AU).

(Spoilers lie under the read more.)

Headcanons/Fun Facts:

Any statement Cellbit makes while Roier is around never goes correctly, he always misses some part of it. (Like how in Statement 002- Itsy Bitsy Spider Cellbit doesn't say "End Statement.")

Cellbit is aligned with The Eye, but he is not the archivist because I can't see him having a more structured job like being the archivist would kind of entail.

The only reason Roier wasn't killed with his friends is the fact that he hasn't killed any of the spiders and because of that The Web grew fond of him and gives him gifts.

Jaiden's thing with The End was just kind of me being like what is the worst entity that Jaiden could come in contact with, and I was looking over the entities and saw that The End can affect dreams and I just got the idea of the bird bones. (After her visit with Cellbit to make her statement, the dreams disappear.)

Jaiden's bird bones are actually from Phil's crows because the crows are more like ghosts than living animals.

The thing that replaced Juanaflippa actually doesn't plan to hurt Charlie, she just wants his love.

Character + Entity Alignments

So Cellbit is obviously aligned with The Eye but in the past, he also had a run in with The Hunt (Which is where like his serial killer past ties in. I have plans to write a fic about that but I'm not entirely sure how or when.)

Roier has his whole thing with The Web but after Cellbit starts his investigation Roier gets contact with some of the others. (It's because of his proximity to Cellbit.)

Wilbur is tied to The Buried. He gets trapped in a train (Think Limbo but without him being replaced by Ghostbur.) but after he gets out he makes a statement with Cellbit and then gets trapped in the train again.

Philza and Missa are both aligned with The End and to each other.

Felps gets taken by The Burried and is like literally buried in a cementary and Cellbit has to find him but since I'm not confident in how Felps talks and like how he acts I don't know if or when I'll write that fic.

[katyspersonal]

You expected an ask about Gehrman... but it was me, an ask about Maria, 002!

Not everyday I get to talk about her in length, yeah x)

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

I really like her, she is the kind of strong female characters that I appreciate; who can and will kick the ass of the scariest motherfucker in the setting (or at least try to) and shows stoicism and is so strong and noble, but have not lost touch with their gentle, emotional, compassionate and vulnerable side. I dislike the idea that strong = suppressing and weeding out the more tender side of herself.

These are LAYERS of the character, some even contradictory at the first glance. She can't be described with one sentence unless you make that sentence really darn long and fractured, because if you focus on one side of her you'll miss another that is just as crucial. She also rejected the cursed, questionable blood antics of her ancestry and turned onto being more regular hunter of Gehrman's type... and then rejected that too, seeing what she's became, and discarded her weapon! She strikes me as a person that really doesn't want to fight and kill deep down, but whose morals are just too strong to NOT stand up and fight for humanity; that was her initial intention, and that's what so hurtful about her fate.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Adeline or Rom - they both happen to be her 'type' of a woman, and ironically both tragically yeet into the next plane because they consider that sweet Insight better than whatever worth they have as humans ;-; I just imagine dynamic being a bit similar, only Rom is kind of bad with subordination and doesn't see Maria as someone 'above' (in status or self-esteem vice); meanwhile, Adeline has more shared interests with Maria and in the contrast of Rom being too deep in her thoughts would be more attentive (like bringing her tea, helping her to carry things despite Maria not needing any help, all that).

Brador - somewhere on the outskirts because it seems like they only have true chance in the Nightmare, but they're their worst selves in there (Maria is back to being a hunter, for one)... so yeah, it is either be bi do crimes together, OR better reserved for an AU!

Gehrman - I don't know about this one because even though within my interpretations they're basically Valtr x Yamamura but straight, this ship is just really hard to communicate because people will assume too many things about the characters. With everything I know, the Doll's appear means either that 1) Gehrman knew Maria better than anyone else in the whole setting, including the side of her that no one else saw or 2) Gehrman didn't understand her at all but is aware he might have RUINED her innocent side by training her to be ruthless killer too much. I lean towards 2 more, so it is a one-sided "ship", but 1 is basically a goldmine of emotions and ideas and I support that too!

Ludwig - they're both noble, knightly warriors with good intentions and eager to fight for humanity that did lead to their downfall in the end... Ludwig, however, falls for the same issue as Adeline and Rom; he is just too attached to something otherworldly to find a deep connection with a fellow human being, unless they worship the same god I guess? And that's Laurence -_- And the two don't even have a chance to find connection within Nightmare, because Ludwig is quite further from humanity there than Maria, Brador or Adeline!

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

hhhh Again, all of the above could qualify for this one too! But to not self-repeat, I'd say Crow of Cainhurst and Maria! Not to say I can't see the potential of a ship between them, but I am personally way more enthusiastic about them being basically like siblings since childhood! Just, being rather close, even though they'd have banters often and Maria would have to pull his hair for being a lil' dickhead to their more easily-scared and sensitive friends! Crow always been a little shit xD I think he also was very jealous and pouted for weeks after Maria left Cainhurst.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I believe that Maria [REDACTED] herself rather than was killed by Simon or something, but regardless, what we know before that was that she abandoned the hunt (discarded her weapon) upon guilt and regrets from participating in Fishing Hamlet's massacre, and resigned to being a caretaker for the patients. So, for that reason I feel like identifying her character with being super mean murderous super dangerous killing machine that likes blood and shredding and stabbing and killing and blood and killing and murdering and....... you get the point. I feel like it is tone-deaf to connect her character to THE thing she renounced in her character arc and that she regrets becoming. Acknowledging she is very strong and dangerous warrior =/= identifying her character as just that.

I try to shrug it off though because again, that character arc happened behind the scenes, and what we MEET in the game is a snapshot of Maria at her prime as a hunter. Not only most fans do not loredig far and interact on more casual level, but also duckling effect can be quite strong. Like, who will win: the arguably coolest battle in the whole game or a description of a weapon many players can't even get because of the stupid Shark Giants? You see what I mean!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish we got to see something of her in Cainhurst, like portrait, or finding an item that belonged to her... Something to help to resolve the timeline confusions of how long ago she left, what was her drip before Knights, just... just one little bit. But we won't get shit because that's infamous nebulous storytelling of FromSoft for ya. x)

my OTP:

I don't think I physically can choose between Mariadeline and Gehrmaria, I am skipping the move, sorry hsdfhds

my cross over ship:

I do not have a ship, but back when I discussed crossover between FMA (03 version) and BB, she did kick Tucker's ass, hope this helps

a headcanon fact:

I do not quite see Maria and Doll as separate characters! Maybe after you release soul of Maria from Hell, Doll has a chance to develop and regain her humanity, but my default status for the two is 'when one of them is asleep - another is awake, and vice-versa'. Both of them are basically effected version of the same person with missing memories except for very selective thing (with Doll it is to care about people, with Maria it is to no longer let the hunters torment the corpse of a dead sea mom). Both things that were Maria's strongest emotional anchors before death. But yeah, I think they do share the soul.

[wickedandtrue]

“I was never able to soothe him for long. Not as I wanted to. The Dragon made it impossible for me to be with my beautiful moon forever.” 

[empiresled-a]

                        TAG DUMP.      candice lerae   —   #cupcakelerae  ,  part one !

[flyingstripes]

Sam could argue against the obvious lie she tells him, but the wasted time wouldn't be worth it. So he focuses on the truths instead.

A single nod is as much agreement as they'll need.

With a firm hand, he takes the girl's wrist to guide her arm around him. The way she's reacting to the pain, he can't imagine she'll have a lot of mobility. The only thing that keeps him from lifting her is his decidedly unfortunate respect for autonomy.

His own voice hushed, Sam murmurs, "If you need me to pick you up, tap twice."

Then they start moving. As far as direction goes, Sam focuses on moving forward and turns only when the girl tells him to.

Off in the distance, the sound of moving armour rings out. It's rhythmic like the steady pulse of footsteps at first... and then it's faster, suddenly, and Sam can only think that it's the sound of a predator that's found its prey.

The scream that follows only moments later is enough proof of that. Fuck.

this is not  kate's  first  trial  and  it  certainly  will  not  be  her  last.  sometimes,  she  escapes  them  without  a  single  scratch  —  other  times  (  most  of  the  time  ),  she  is  not  so  lucky.  the  hook  that  had  been  through  her  shoulder,  the  gash  down  her  side  :  these  are  all  familiar  things  to  her  by  now.  they  shouldn't  be.  it  shouldn't  be  this  way  for  any  of  them.

this  other  survivor  saving  her  ...  she  doesn't  know  him.  a  new  one,  then.  someone  new  to  the  fog,  fresh  into  the  pits  of  hell.  even  as  kate  bleeds  onto  the  ground,  vision  black  around  the  edges,  even  as  he  bandages  her  up  with  a  trained  hand,  she  feels  sorry  for  him.  another  one,  snatched  up  from  their  lives  to  play  these  twisted  games.

when  his  hand  turns  her  face,  kate  knows  he's  trying  to  assess  her,  trying  to  assess  the  situation.  blue  eyes  open  and  even  though  he  is  blurry  and  out  of  focus,  she  nods.  small  and  almost  imperceptible,  but  it's  there  nonetheless.  an  answer  to  the  unspoken  questions.  she  has  been  here  long  enough  to  know  the  things  he  must  be  wondering  :  what's  next?

“  i'm  okay.  ”      the  words  are  whispered,  faint  and  barely  audible, yet still admittedly a risk.    “  but  ...  we  have  to  move.  it's  not  safe.  ”      dawdling  for  too  long  isn't  wise,  and  she  is  not  going  to  get  the  newcomer  caught  just  because  of  her  ;  therefore,  even  despite  the  injuries,  kate  attempts  to  stand.  it's  easier  said  than  done,  hence  why  her  hand  flies  to  her  mouth  to  stifle  a  pained  gasp,  but  she  manages  regardless.

[seobstarr]

On The Court!

paring: volleyball player!theo x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, humor, university au, enemies to lover, fluff,

sypnosis: Being apart of the journalism club you have to take pictures and interview various teams for the schools news article. Usually your friends were the ones who did the talking while you took the pictures silently in the back. But when a certain volleyball captain decides to not only spike a killer ball right into your forehead but also smash your self bought camera in the process you have no other choice but to either chew him out or bang his head with the valleyball twice as hard mid concussion; you chose the latter. This results in not only you being the newest manager for the volleyball team and Theo becoming a ‘part-timer’ on the journalism team but also a sudden rivalry between you and the blonde headed captain.

featuring: p1harmony, hyunsuk (cix), yunjin (le serrafim) beomgyu (txt) and mentions and appearances of other idols!

warning: lots of swearing, kys/kms jokes, furry talk, my bad humor & memes🫡 !!lowercase intended!!

status: slow updates!!

started: 12-29-22

playlist: on the court!

taglist(open!): send an ask or message to be added !!

notes: first ever smau + first ever time posting like forreal, kinda nervous lol. This idea came to me after i watched that one saessak harmony episode where they played volleyball and did the race and stuff! i hope you like this smau (if this flops i’ll kay eem ess) i don’t have a taglist yet but i’ll probs add one soon

chapters!—

FBI watchlist victims || bitchless & afraid || lewers of main characters

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001: big toe

—bonus!: i’m in ur walls

002: Oh! 😃 (smau+written)

003: i’m going to commit kay eem ess

004: benched

005: REVOKED + L + RATIO (smau + written)

006: I naur something you don’t🤭

007: Alpha tendencies

008: All my homies hate keeho

009: You wanna be on top

010: is it worse than ligma😔⁉️

011: tickle his feet. (smau + written)

—bonus!: dinky ass head of yours

012: omg theo stawwwpp

013: Let’s go par-tayyy😍😍

014: dw ab it🤨

015: WOAH.

016: Uhm anyway…

017: YEWWW🫵

018: Little miss dookie

019: freak y/n

020: why nobody gaf

021: Micheal Cera

022: Shota‼️…OUI?

-bonus!: alpha sigma skibidi

tba…

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[chosonore]

cynosure

cynosure [noun. one that serves to direct or guide; a center of attraction or attention]

pairing: sukuna/f!reader

summary: in which sukuna re-discovers being human one aspect at a time, through many lifetimes, at the price of losing you over and over.

wordcount: 8.7k

content/warnings: reincarnation au, slow burn but also not really because there's only hints of romance? language, it's not canon at all, just pretend sukuna was never sealed away, lowercase is intended

a/n: this is more self-indulgent tbh sukuna is probably uncharacteristically soft? sometimes i'm reminded of the fact that he used to be human and while we don't exactly know how he became a curse just yet, i kinda felt sad about it lol i'm too sympathetic with everything, it's gonna kill me one day fhuierhfa a lot of these moments are based on my own experiences, where i had to remind myself that even the small things in life are really good and important, especially during the pandemic. that being said, i hope you enjoy and stay safe everyone :) (and please don’t judge me too hard on this lol i haven’t written in like what. six years?)

001.

“oh,” you stared at the tall, pink-haired man in front of you. “i didn’t think anyone would be here around this time…” he stared back at you, not replying nor making any move to scoot over so that you could sit on your bench. it was only then that you noticed the black markings framing his face and adorning his wrists. you were a little dumbfounded - your mother had always said that you had a poor survival instinct. though you supposed that his pink hair eased your nerves a little; surely someone with pink hair couldn’t be as evil. but you couldn’t recall ever seeing someone like this around the proximity of your village. maybe he was a vagrant. 

“i don’t mean to be rude but… that’s my bench and i would appreciate if you could maybe… scooch over?” you asked gingerly, not wanting to upset the stranger. you approached him slowly, grasping your basket tightly. if he got a little rowdy, maybe you could just wack him with the basket, right? although it probably won’t hurt but it surely would stun him long enough for you to run.

“i don’t see why i should move just because it’s your bench,” the stranger answered gruffly, crossing his arms. were you naive or just stupid? “do you not know who you’re talking to, woman?” 

you cocked your head to the side, not sure what he meant. maybe he was one of those famous poets or musicians that your parents liked to talk about. you weren’t entirely sure. even though he sounded annoyed, the look in his eyes didn’t quite match the hostility - he looked rather bored, unamused even, but not hostile. maybe you could humour him a little. “am- am i supposed to know you? i’ve never been outside of the village so i don’t know much. only what the merchants tell me. i apologize if i’ve offended you,” you explained hastily, then pointing at your basket. “i just came here to enjoy the sunrise. um, today is my birthday, so i treated myself to some dessert!”

“if- if you scooch over a litte, i could share some with you…” you tried to bargain with him. now you were truly starting to sound desperate but this was your favourite spot and it was the first time in a while that you had a free day to relax. out of all days, just why did he have to be here now? you’d be damned if you let your day get ruined by this unfriendly stranger. 

“are you trying to bribe me?” the stranger narrowed his eyes at you and you thought this was it. he was going to kill you and bury your body in the forest and your parents would come look for you, only to find your empty basket and then start a huge search party to find you and- the pink haired man moved to the side, refusing to look you in the eyes. “sit.”

you let out a squeak in glee, quickly taking a seat beside him. he watched in silence as you unwrap your desserts, glancing at the objects in question. even though you’d offered to share with him, he didn’t actually expect you to give him some of your food. sukuna was surprised when you handed him a… round squishy thing? 

“what is that? how is that going to satiate me?” he asked, almost offended, which made you giggle. you didn’t reply, instead thrusting the mochi towards him until he begrudgingly took it, closely inspecting it in suspicion. 

“that’s a daifuku mochi. it’s made out of rice flour and filled with red bean paste. but come to think of it… do you even like sweets? i’m sorry if you don’t particularly enjoy it,” you explained and grabbed one as well. you were about to bite into your mochi when you saw the stranger opening his mouth, ready to devour the entire mochi in one go. in horror, you quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him, only to have him suddenly pin you down and tower over you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you hastily said, now suddenly aware of the dark, threatening aura that he was emitting. maybe he was a killer after all. “i just didn’t want you to eat it in one go! they’re kind of difficult to eat in one go… plus you’re supposed to savour and enjoy it, take your time eating it!” 

sukuna stared at the girl in disbelief, you’d grabbed him out of nowhere just to stop him from eating too fast? not only were you not aware of who he was, you apparently did not know how to be cautious around strangers. it irked him that you were acting like he was a harmless human being. so much so that he briefly contemplated killing you. “who are you to tell me how to eat?” he growled at you, not softening his grip. he saw the panic and fear in your eyes but for some reason, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it, it didn’t fill him with joy as it usually did.

“i’m just telling you how we usually eat mochi!” you harrumphed, now annoyed that he was acting like you just committed murder. “you didn’t know what these were, so i was just trying to explain! food is supposed to be enjoyed, not ravished all at once. you have to appreciate your food because there might be days where you won’t have any. and besides, enjoying and properly tasting your meal is the least you can do to show gratitude to the person who cooked it for you.” sukuna let up and sat back on his previous spot, seemingly accepting your answer. you sat up, adjusting your yukata and pouted at him. what a rude stranger! you at least expected an apology from him but seeing that he was already taking a bite from his mochi, you guessed you should just let it go. it wasn’t worth getting angry over anyways, not on this day.

“why are you looking at me like that, little girl?” sukuna questioned, taking another bite from his mochi. he did actually enjoy it and it took every bone in his body not to hastily eat more and to savour it like you’d told him to. maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, it made him think about his meals a little more. not eating for the sake of eating, but for enjoyment, he mused. sort of like living for enjoyment, not for the sake of living. 

“you never told me your name,” the girl replied innocently. sukuna sighed. so you really weren’t aware of who he was. “my name is y/n! now it’s only fair if you tell me, especially because i shared my food with you. please?”

before sukuna could reply, he sensed someone quickly approaching. they were hiding somewhere in the forest; it likely was a jujutsu sorcerer, trying to exorcise him. he could deal with them later, but not here, not with you around. the girl looked at him in disappointment when he abruptly stood up, turning towards the forest behind them. unfortunately, he had the inkling that you wouldn’t let it go until he answered: “my name is sukuna, king of curses.” your eyes widened in recognition but you didn’t immediately react or scramble away from him, most likely frozen in fear. 

“now go. someone is coming and you do not want to be in the crossfire.”

002.

as a seamstress, you’ve encountered all kinds of customers. ranging from rude and bratty to eternally grateful, you’ve seen it all. your supervisor had always told you to remain calm and polite, to just adhere to their wishes to not cause any ruckus. after all, people of status often assumed that they were untouchable and could treat others poorly. it wasn’t worth the hassle to start a fight with them, you could lose your job after all. there was moments you’d have to stand up for yourself but this wasn’t it. fortunately, your employer paid you well, enough for you to provide for your family. the customers were high-profile after all.

you looked at the clock on the wall, your next customer was supposed to come soon. it was a nobleman that apparently travelled here from far away, having heard that the store offered beautiful, one of a kind fabrics. you just hope that he wasn’t rude and that you could leave in time. you’d been working overtime for weeks now, taking every appointment and customer that you could get. your mother’s birthday was approaching and you’d been saving up to buy some of the soft and silky fabrics to sew her a new yukata. your mother had always sacrificed her own comfort to buy the best items she could afford for your siblings and you and now that you were older, you could finally treat her to something nice as well. your employer was even willing to give you a small discount and you gratefully took up on her offer.

the chime of the doorbell made you look up, the good feeling in your stomach slowly fading when you saw who entered. you were familiar with the customer after all; he was well known in the area, being a rather volatile and sometimes scary aristocrat who had the reputation to be particularly difficult and having outrageous demands. you hastily stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of your clothing and walking over to greet him. you bowed politely, taking the outerwear that he took off and placing it on a nearby armchair. “sir, i’ll bring you a few samples shortly. do you have any colour or pattern preferences?” you asked him, placing a pot of tea and a cup on the small side table for him to enjoy. you made note of his wishes and disappeared in the storage room to pick up the samples. the customer had made himself at home, eyeing you scrutinizingly. he made you queasy, looking so incredibly unfriendly and you could tell that you were not going home early tonight.

you showed each of the fabrics to him, explaining what materials they were made of and what occasions they were good for but with each explanation, he just looks more and more uninterested. not to mention the snarky remarks he made, seemingly not happy of the choices you presented him. you were running out of options and you didn’t know what else to do to please him when suddenly you heard someone enter the shop. both the customer and you looked over confused - you weren’t expecting any more customers today, it was already late after all. a tall, pink-haired man entered the shop, scowling at your customer. you jumped slightly; he looked scary and you were terrified, not sure what to do in this situation. not only were the black markings on his face and body terrifying, there was also a threatening aura surrounding him, dark and slowly spreading out, all your instincts were screaming at you to run. should you politely ask him to leave? he looked like he wouldn’t take it too well. before you could ask him whether he was looking for something, the stranger spoke up: “you know who i am, leave.”

your eyes widened, slowly inching back towards the back of the store. you were not aware of who this man was but by the looks of your pale-faced customer, he surely did. “this is outrageous!” he exclaimed indignantly, jumping out of his seat. “you can’t just burst in here and demand that i leave! i have an appointment! are you aware of how long the waiting list is? this is the finest shop in the entire prefecture and i would rather die than to give up my spot for a scoundrel like you.” the stranger raised his eyebrows at the shorter man, clicking his tongue in annoyance. you slowly reached out to grab your pair of scissors. they probably weren’t of much use but it made you feel more safe, knowing you could at least somehow defend yourself.

“oh? you would rather die? i’m sure that can be arranged,” the stranger threatened and it was with horror that you watched his fingernails, sharp and pointy, grow in size. he wasn’t human, you’d just encountered a monster. he would kill you and it wouldn’t take him much effort to do so, you were sure he could just stab you with those fingernails. your customer squeaked and left the store in panic, slamming the door in the process, while you quickly hid behind the counter. you hoped he would leave you alone, you didn’t want to get involved. this wasn’t your problem, you were innocent and it was an unfortunate coincidence for you to be here. 

“stop hiding,” the stranger commanded, slowly approaching the counter. you peeked from below the counter, holding your breath. what else could he possibly want from you? demons surely didn’t need money. oh god, was he going to kidnap you?

he swiftly rounded the corner and knelt down to take a closer look at you - you couldn’t react fast enough, he’d already grabbed your chin and made you look at him, turning your head from side to side as he examined you. his fingernails were slightly digging into your skin, making your face scrunch up in discomfort. “so it is you,” he exclaimed in a low voice, then abruptly standing back up. you were confused - what did he mean by that? at least he didn’t kill you, at least not yet. but what else could he possibly want from you? “i need a new kimono. that scumbag just left anyways, make one for me instead.”

a kimono? a simple kimono? you couldn’t believe what you just heard. this demon just came in here, threw a fit but all he wanted was a simple kimono? you couldn’t help but scoff at the situation though it probably was difficult to enter a store without people fleeing or refusing to serve him. while he did look human, the markings on his face made it difficult not to feel threatened. but why did he know you? you had never seen this man in your life before. not in passing, not on drawings, nowhere. no matter how hard you wracked your brain, you just couldn’t recall. “d- do you have any- any colour preference?” you questioned him, watching how he took a seat and grabbed himself the cup of tea. 

“white,” he answered curtly, taking a sip from the tea. “i’ll leave everything else up to you.”

you felt uncomfortable but there was nothing else you could do than follow his orders. you grabbed a few plain white fabric samples and slowly inched over to him, holding them out with your trembling hands. “what?” he deadpanned. you huffed in frustration. 

“sir, you should… you should choose the fabric. it’s your kimono after all, you might not like the feeling of the fabric or it might not be a good fit for your everyday life,” you explained.

“i don’t care, just choose whatever. i’m above the comfort you stupid mortals choose.”

“that’s stupid,” the words left your mouth quicker than you could stop yourself and you slapped your hands over your mouth. the stranger looked at you as equally shocked. “i mean- i mean there’s nothing wrong with indulging in comfortable clothes!” you explained quickly, pressing the samples into his hands. “see you wouldn’t like scratchy clothes, right? or fabric that quickly makes you sweat or feel too warm! i always talk to my customers about what kinds of fabrics they would prefer… i believe life is too short to wear ill-fitting clothes or ones that don’t feel comfortable! good clothing should make you feel like… like a warm hug.”

the stranger didn’t look like he understood what you meant, making you scoff again. some people really didn’t care about what they wore and how they looked like and it just bothered you. good quality fabrics and well tailored clothing could make you feel confident and safe, even in the worst situations. how could you possibly relax if your clothing was maybe scratchy or ill-fitting? “i’ll prove it to you!” you exclaimed and left the room to gather your supplies, then coming back to instruct him where and how to stand so you could take his measurements. now that he was towering over you, you were suddenly very aware of how tall and broad he was. you felt like a dwarf next to him. up close, you noticed more details about him. he was attractive, you couldn’t deny that - the long wispy eyelashes, the watchful ruby eyes and his soft-looking pink hair. if he picked up on your staring, he didn’t comment on it.

once you were done taking notes and choosing fabrics, you gave him a slip of paper, noting down time and date for him to come back to pick the kimono up. “as for payment-” you started but the stranger dropped a huge bag of coins on the counter. you gasped, pushing the bag back into his arms. “sir, that’s too much! i’ll calculate the exact price for you but-” 

“take it,” he insisted and pushed it back towards you. “i have enough. you need the money right? see it as a generous tip.” your face flushed, you didn’t even know what to say and instead only profusely thanked him. it was so much money, the tip was enough to cover your family’s expenses for a year.

when sukuna picked up his kimono weeks later, he still didn’t understand what a hassle you made about the choice of fabrics and why you were so diligent in taking the measurements. he was fine with everything as long as he had something to wear in the first place. he didn’t care, he wasn’t a measly human that whined about the mildest inconvenience. in the private of his abode, he tried the kimono on, abruptly halting his movements as soon as the fabric touched his skin. so the girl was right, the fabric did feel incredibly good on his skin. it was very smooth and silky, a little cool on his skin. very lightweight but not flimsy. the kimono wasn’t too short and fit his tall statue well, you really did a good job he supposed. he glanced at himself in the mirror. it did look good on him, even the matching colours and patterns were chosen well. you really were a good seamstress, no wonder everyone was flocking to the store.

now that sukuna wore the kimono, he suddenly didn’t want to take it off. it was comfortable and soft, reminding him of you.

003.

your favourite spot was one below a tree, on top of a hill where you could see everything. the small city below, the horizon, the stars in the sky. you often came here when you felt like your life came crashing down your shoulders. it didn’t feel like your own anymore, not with your future already laid out for you without you being able to control it. complaining had always felt redundant and ungrateful to you - you had everything you needed, a loving family, food on the table and your family was wealthy enough to not have to worry about money. but in return, they expected everything from you, their eldest daughter. sometimes, the pressure was too much for you but they expected you to do as they say. everything was well until they announced that you were to get married and they’d found a suitor for you. you couldn’t even protest, the decision had already been made behind your back and you couldn’t refuse. you sniffled quietly, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. you didn’t know this man; he might be a complete asshole and not treat you well at all.

the wind was biting at your skin, cold and unrelenting, and yet you felt safe here, away from all your worries. the starry sky made you feel like your worries were miniscule, reminding you that there was so much more out there for you to discover. you’d always liked the sight of stars, they always made you happy. on lucky days, you’d even get to see a few shooting stars. you’d close your eyes and clasp your hands, hopeful that whatever wish you made would come true. the crunch of leaves and twigs made you look up in alarm, scared that your parents had found out you left the estate and now found your secret hiding spot. you couldn’t quite make out the figure in the darkness, only being able to tell that a tall person was approaching you.

you were wary, inching towards the tree behind you to hide but froze when a voice rang out: “i know you’re there. i was looking for you all over the city, little one.” a man clad in a kimono was coming closer, stopping right in front of you and looking at you in disdain. your eyes lit up as you recognized him; you’d met sukuna a couple of times in the city before, mostly when you went to pick up some books to read. he’d been there one time when you were choosing your books and scoffed at your choice. you’d ask him about it, wondering why he thought that your choice was a bad one. he went on and on about how historically inaccurate the book was and that the information about curses was wrong and how an author like that should be ashamed to even publish it. you appreciated the dialogue, you liked having someone to discuss with you. your parents didn’t like that you read fantasy books and books that talked about supernatural events and beings, dubbing them as nonsense and that you should focus on your studies instead.

after your third meeting, sukuna had finally opened up and told you his name. your meetings became more frequent then but you’d never met anywhere other than the bookstore. you were surprised that he even found you here; you decided not to question him though, sukuna always seemed to know where you were, always sensing where you were headed. truthfully, you looked forward to spending time with him. he was attentive and always listened to you, barely ever talking. oddly enough, it made you feel like finally, someone was paying attention to your thoughts and needs. lately, a heavy feeling in your chest was always accompanying you when you met up with him. it was a dull ache, some kind of yearning that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. it didn’t help that you felt like you’d met him before, but you really couldn’t recall where you had met him before. “what are you doing here?” you questioned him, scooting to the side to offer him some space on the picnic blanket.

unceremoniously, he sat down and glanced over to you. he didn’t reply, simply shrugging. “why didn’t you bring a coat?” you asked another question instead, frowning at his choice of clothing. aside from his kimono, he wasn’t wearing anything else. “you’ll catch a cold!” you scolded him, swatting his arm before tugging on his sleeve and signalling him to move closer to you so you could wrap the blanket around his shoulders. you struggled a little to reach him, almost stumbling - sukuna’s arm immediately shot out to hold you so you wouldn’t fall. your cheeks flushed red and you were thankful that it was dark. you cleared your throat and sat back down, snuggling into the blanket and his side. 

“by the way, i read that book you disliked the other day,” you told him, rambling about the contents of the book and what you thought of it, all while sukuna simply listened to you. he only spoke up when he challenged your way of thinking or to agree, otherwise staying silent and just watching you.

suddenly you grasped his hand in excitement, pointing at the sky. “oh, oh! look!!” sukuna’s gaze followed the direction you pointed to, spotting some shooting stars flitting across the sky. “you have to wish for something!” you squeezed his hand and nudged him, then squeezing your eyes shut to prepare yourself to wish. 

“what would i even wish for?” sukuna frowned and pinched your cheek. “what do you wish for?”

“you’re not supposed to share wishes! if you do, they won’t come true,” you argued back and stuck your tongue out at him. sometimes, he really was too skeptical, never indulging in harmless fun. it might be childish to believe in these things but sometimes that little spark of hope was all you need to wait for better things. you sighed when the shooting stars disappeared and let go of his hand, screaming internally. did you really grab his hand like that? you sure hoped you didn’t unsettle him. 

“i don’t think i told you, but my parents have found a suitor for me,” you confided in him quietly, staring at the grass near your feet. “i’m supposed to marry him next year but… i don’t want to, i don’t know this person and i just want to live my life with no one controlling it.”

“i see. there’s still time to get to know him, isn’t there?” you knew sukuna was trying to console you but it wasn’t exactly working. your words frustrated you a little; subconsciously, you’d hoped that he shared the same opinion and maybe, just maybe, help you do something reckless. 

“i don’t want to get to know him,” you huffed and crossed your arms (sukuna thought you looked like a petulant child). “i… i already like someone.”

“you do?” sukuna looked at you surprised and that was the first time that he’d shown any other emotion than indifference. you nodded shyly, hoping that maybe he’d get the hint. you weren’t confident just yet to confess to him but maybe he’d get it from your description alone? 

“i recently met him and i really like that he makes me feel like, you know, important and always pays attention to me. he doesn’t talk a lot but i think that that’s okay, we still have a silent mutual understanding, i guess. and i also think he looks really handsome! although i-”

sukuna had enough of your rambling, he felt annoyed that you were telling him about your stupid crush. whatever boy you had a crush on, they would never amount to the likes of him. why would you look at someone else when he was right there? right here, with you. sukuna reached over and grabbed your cheeks to make you look at him before pressing his lips on yours. you froze for a short moment before returning the kiss, holding onto his kimono when he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. why would you pay attention to someone else when he could be with you? for the first time in his existence as a curse, he briefly felt human again. maybe shooting stars were the key to wishes coming true after all; in this moment he wouldn’t mind being human again, being alone with her with only the stars as your witnesses.

004.

gradually you were really starting to dislike your night shifts. usually, you’d ask to cover them because it was quiet, there were no nosy customers and the only people that ever came in so late were sleep deprived students that pulled all nighters to write papers or study. well it used to be that way until a group of, presumably, freshmen started coming more and more frequently - they wouldn’t have been so annoying if it wasn’t for them talking and laughing obnoxiously loud. they would stay until late in the night and kept ordering drinks. the audacity to have oddly specific orders, to watch you like a hawk while you were preparing their drinks, it made your blood boil. to top it all off, one of the guys kept flirting with you, even when you’d already made it obvious that you were not interested at all. no matter how uninterested and abrasive you acted, the guy would not leave you alone and his friends would try to act as wingmen. clueless and horrible wingmen.

you were glad that you were never alone during your night shifts, depending on the weekday you’d work in a team of two or threes. whenever they could, they’d cover for you and you were thankful but also felt bad, which usually resulted in you taking over anyways. you placed the basket on the counter, grabbing a towel to dry the cups you’d just washed. the chime of the doorbell made you look up, your heartbeat speeding up at the sight of sukuna coming in. like the group of freshmen, sukuna had recently started to visit the café more and more. he usually only came late at night and he probably was your favourite regular. scratch that, he was your favourite, no one was as calm as him and he never caused trouble. yeah, maybe those night shifts weren’t all that bad, you thought to yourself. you looked forward to him visiting every time you had a night shift.

“hi sukuna,” you greeted him softly and gave him a smile, placing the cup on a shelf. “the usual?” he took a seat near the bar, placing his wallet on the counter and taking off his coat. sukuna was peculiar, not particularly in a bad way. you always thought that he was a little mysterious. he always wore the same kimono - who wears kimonos everyday in this day and age anyways - the same white kimono but maybe he just owned mulitple of them. you could never tell what he was thinking and he had never shown any emotions other than brief moments of bliss when he was having his usual order. his order had always and would probably always be a simple black coffee and some daifuku mochi. it was a weird combo, you mused, but somehow fit him. it was a sharp contrast, just like his tattoos and the soft pink hair. you finished up the order, pushing the cup of coffee and the plated mochi towards him - you’d sneaked another one in just for him, knowing how much he seemed to like them. sukuna looked up at you, ready to protest but you just brushed it off, telling him that it was okay.

out of the corner of your eye you saw your not so secret admirer approaching with an empty cup and you instantly knew you were bound to be annoyed again. you sighed, returning to the cash register to take his order. “so, when am i finally going to get to take you out?” the guy asked, leaning on the counter to get closer to you. you gritted your teeth, ignoring his question and instead took the empty cup, placing it in the kitchen sink behind you. 

“oh come on, don’t ignore me, baby,” he whined, not letting up until you answered. you were annoyed, so so annoyed. your co-workers were currently organizing the inventory so you were all by yourself - usually that would be fine but you’d had enough. this week has already been awful and you just wanted to be left alone. you glanced around, spotting sukuna on the side. suddenly a lightbulb went on in your head and you faced your admirer confidently. 

“i’m sorry but please stop flirting with me and trying to ask me out,” you started and pointed to sukuna who was innocently taking a bite from his mochi. “i already have a boyfriend and i don’t think he appreciates you cornering me like this. you being this persistent is really annoying, girls don’t like that.”

upon hearing his name, sukuna looked up and as if on cue, he glared at your admirer. “yeah, i suggest you fuck off. get a hint, you creep, she’s mine,” he snarled, making a move towards the other guy who was already scrambling to get away and profusely apologizing. mine, mine, mine. his words kept repeating in your head, your heart squeezing painfully. was he interested in you? would he ever come to see you more than just a barista? you sighed in both relief and affliction, trudging over to sukuna. 

“i’m sorry i dragged you into this,” you apologized embarrassed, shoulders drooping and you stared at the floor just so he wouldn’t see your reddened cheeks. “he’s been pestering me so much and i kind of thought that that was the only way to get him to back off.”

“i don’t mind,” sukuna replied curtly, resuming his seat. he didn’t say anything else and you slightly panicked, you wanted to keep talking to him, stay in his company for a little longer. 

“ah uhm sukuna, i want to thank you! if… if you don’t mind, i would like to treat you to another drink?” you suggested, your face now beet red. this was the most straightforward you had ever been with a guy, usually too shy to make a move. in distance you could hear the chime of the doorbell and the doors slamming, indicating that the group had left. you were alone. sukuna didn’t reply at first and you were sure you’d fucked up and got ready to backtrack and laugh it off when he nodded. 

“go ahead, little one,” he nodded towards the counter. “you choose the drink.”

you didn’t know why sukuna kept calling you little one but for some reason, you didn’t mind. it did however make your heart ache in what you could only describe as melancholy. you weren’t sure why. while you started brewing some green tea for the two of you, the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. the pitter patter of raindrops against the glass front was the only sound audible in the entire café. sukuna hadn’t uttered another word, not even making a sound of acknowledgement when you handed him the cup of tea and sat next to him. 

“you didn’t bring an umbrella,” you noted, looking out of the window. it was raining heavily, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. “i guess you’ll have to stay here for a little longer, otherwise you’ll get sick. i hope you aren’t sick of me though.”

sukuna took a sip of his tea. “i don’t mind your company,” he replied, looking at you. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you sincerely hoped he wasn’t joking. hearing that gave you a little hope. 

“i like moments like this,” you confessed to him, clutching the warm cup with your sweater paws. “having a warm cup of tea and watching the rain from the comfort of your home. or in this case, a café. the sound of rain is really calming, isn’t it? makes you forget about all your worries for a while, it’s just you and your cup of tea.”

again, sukuna didn’t reply for a while. you thought you’d bored him to death with your monologue until he spoke up: “i don’t see how it’s any different from having a cup at any time of the day.” your cup was placed back on the counter. you frowned, not sure how to explain it to him. in moments like these, sukuna seemed to be something of an old being that has seen everything, feelings now dull and locked away. 

“well, see it like this. making yourself a cup of tea or coffee everyday is a normal thing to do, right? it happens almost automatically because it’s just part of your daily routine, you like how it tastes, it makes you feel more awake or helps you sleep. but… but you never really take your time to enjoy it, right?”

sukuna was contemplating, you almost giggled at the little frown on his face. but you were glad that he was willing to listen to you and discuss it with you, instead of dismissing the topic entirely. “but what does that have to do with rain?” he finally asked. 

you pointed outside. “you wouldn’t really go out in this weather, right? not if you have any emergencies or urgent matters to attend to. and same goes for everyone else; it kind of… kind of forces you to stay inside, to fully enjoy your warm beverage. the sound of rain is pretty calming, it’s some kind of whitenoise that might block out intrusive thoughts, at least it does that for me. so it’s only you, the sound of rain and your cup of tea. for a few minutes, you can just relax and have a moment for yourself.”

sukuna still didn’t quite understand how humans worked. it’s been hundreds of years since he’s ceased to be human, he’s forgotten what is what like being human. what human emotions entailed. but he agreed, it has been a while since he’s felt at ease and peaceful even. it was a moment of bliss, a moment that caused a flare-up of old, buried feelings inside of him.

004.1

you still hadn’t mustered up the courage to actually ask sukuna out after you dragged him into that fake dating-situation. he did still come late at night, being the most loyal customer of the café at this point. it was almost… almost as if he’d seeked out your company. though he did tell you that he didn’t mind your company; your ego deflated a little. sukuna still wore his kimono but paired it with a thick winter coat - it was winter after all and the weather had been very extreme. the ground was covered in inches of snow and you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. sukuna insisted on walking you home when your shift ended. you weren’t sure why because he’d never offered to do so before. you were thankful though since it was still snowing and the streets were completely empty; even though the snow looked beautiful, it was still a little eerie to walk home in this weather. especially since a lot of busses weren’t running anymore due blocked roads.

“sukuna, aren’t you cold?” you asked as you switched off the lights and fumbled with your keys. finally finding the right one, you closed up, shoving the keys back in your back and fishing out your gloves. “you don’t even wear gloves!” you gasped when you saw his bare hands, handing him one of yours. sukuna looked at you as if you were crazy.

he wasn’t cold but he couldn’t tell you that, couldn’t let you know that he was a curse. but handing him one of you gloves? you were too nice, always thinking of others first and never being selfish. sighing, he put on the glove that was uncomfortably small but he’d endure it for your sake.

“it’s been a while since we’ve had this much snow,” you mused and took a few steps around, giggling at the sound of crunching snow beneath your feet. sukuna simply followed you, looking comical with the bright yellow and tiny glove on his hand. you smiled at him, admiring how etheral he looked underneath the streetlights with the snowflakes flurrying around him and some getting stuck in his hair. your heart suddenly ached, a far away memory emerging. it was blurry and unclear, a cold night similar as this underneath the stars and a face staring at you. you couldn’t tell who it was nor were you sure whether it was just a case of déjà vu.

“you know, this kind of calls for a snowball fight,” you grinned at sukuna mischievously and grabbed some snow, beginning to form it into a ball. he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking at you defiantly. 

“i’m not going to indulge in childish business like th-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence as you hurled the snowball at him and giggled like a maniac as it hit his shoulder. you quickly hid behind a bush as you quickly tried to form another, enjoying the dumbfounded look on sukuna’s face. clearly, he didn’t expect you to follow through with your plan and was caught by surprise. “oh you’re on,” he growled after a moment and grabbed himself some snow as well. you quickly threw another snowball at him, this time only being able to hit his leg. eyes widening at the sight of sukuna raising his arm to throw his snowball at you, you let out a squeak and dove behind a tree - the snowball still hit you square on your back, making you yelp at the cold feeling.

for minutes you could only hear the crunches of snow, loud laughter and snowballs hitting objects. you sat on a bench, exhausted from running and ducking away and your belly was starting to hurt from all the laughter. sukuna caught up to you, juggling a snowball in his hands. “you gonna give up?” he asked, a smirk gracing his lips. clearly he was winning, being able to aim a lot better than you. you missed him most of the time but had fun regardless. 

“never!” you replied, holding out your arms to defend yourself from the incoming snowball. it never came and instead sukuna was inching closer with an evil look in his eyes. oh no. what was he up to? you yelped when you realized that he was aiming for your neck, jumping up to get away from him. sukuna was quick to react and grabbed your arm, pulling you back into his chest and holding you close, smushing the snow against your neck. “ew sukuna, stop!” you laughed and squirmed in his arms until he threw the snowball away, rubbing your back gently. 

“that was really cold, you know,” you pouted, burying your face in his chest. 

he wrapped his arms around you, sighing quietly. “i know, i know, sorry.”

you swore that you felt his lips on the crown of your head.

005.

you were, undoubtedly, lost. your phone was about to die and you were stranded in the middle of the city, not sure where to go. to be fair, it was very, very easy to get lost here and it was your first time visiting. your grandparents lived here and while you’ve visited before, you couldn’t quite remember anything anymore. you were a child back then. and the city had drastically changed too, making it difficult for you to navigate yourself around. though your poor sense of direction was probably at fault as well. you sighed, trying to call your grandparents again. no one was picking up. you turned your phone off to save some of the battery, maybe you could call them later.

luckily, you’d brought your cameras so you could at least keep yourself busy until someone freed you from this misery. you walked towards the nearby shrine; there didn’t seem to be any people here, it was very quiet aside from the sound of cicadas. you took a few photos before continuing your journey, soon finding yourself standing on top of the hill. the view from here was breathtaking, even more so because the sun was starting to set, painting the sky in a beautiful yellow and orange hue. you fumbled with your camera again, trying to take a photo when someone suddenly moved into your shot. you paused and looked at the person in front of you who was staring at you as well. considering they were wearing a kimono, you assumed that they must work here. did you make a mistake? maybe you weren’t supposed to take photos and this person came to tell you off.

“i’m sorry!” you said quickly, quickly shoving your camera in your bag. “am i allowed to take photos here?” 

the stranger frowned at you, clearing his voice before replying: “how am i supposed to know? i don’t work here.” 

you groaned, rubbing your face in embarrassment. of course you’d say something wrong, you always did. and now you probably annoyed him too - he looked really annoyed. but since he wasn’t working here and there was no one else around, you guessed you could take photos after all. there was no one to tell you off anyways. however, the stranger was still standing there, looking at you in what seemed like interest. you felt awkward just continuing your endeavors without acknowledging him, so you asked: “do you live here? i’m just visiting, so i’m not very familiar with the city.”

“you could say that,” the stranger simply replied. when he didn’t say anything else, you decided that it probably was okay if you just continued taking photos without acknowledging him. though it did make you queasy, knowing that he was just watching you. didn’t he have anything else to do? a few minutes passed. he sighed and walked over, pointing at your camera. “what are you doing?” you were surprised at how straightforward he was, not expecting to engage in a conversation with you. maybe people in this city were just extra talkative and you’d have to get used to it. your grandparents never told you about this though. 

“ah i’m visiting my grandparents here and i thought i’d document my stay here. so i can look at these photos whenever i want and just have the memories on photo,” you explained and rummaged in your bag to show him the polaroids you took earlier. “i particularly like polaroids because you can’t edit or change them… whatever moment you capture, it’s true to what you saw. there’s no need to make photos beautiful when they hold a special place in your heart and are tied to a specific memory.”

the stranger nodded, pointing to your polaroid camera. “and you take them with this device?” his choice of words startled you a little, he didn’t seem to be familiar with this type of camera which you found odd. everyone knew what these were nowadays, almost everyone owned them. but you didn’t want to judge him or make him feel stupid though, patiently explaining to him how the cameras worked and where he could purchase them. he seemed to be really interested, closely inspecting the camera, turning it around and fumbling with the buttons. only after you finished rambling, you realize how much time had passed - it was almost dark now and your grandparents were probably worried sick. your phone was turned off the entire time and you forgot to call them. 

“excuse me, i really need to call my grandparents!” you looked at him apologetically, leaving him with your photos and camera. normally, you would be very wary; normally, you wouldn’t even show anyone your photos, rather keeping them to yourself because they were your precious memories. but something about him resonated with you, he seemed familiar and yet he didn’t.

you found a spot a few meters away from him calling your grandparents and profusely apologizing to them for not calling sooner. you promised them to wait at a popular and well known spot nearby so they could come to pick you up since it was already getting late, then hung up. to your relief, the stranger was still standing there, watching you intently. “thank you,” you smiled as he handed you your belongings. “my grandparents are picking me up soon, thank you for keeping me company. won’t you be going home soon?” 

suddenly his face expression turned rather… sad? somewhat melancholic and you feared you’d said something wrong until he shook his head. “i have to go somewhere later. let me walk you for a bit, it is dark after all.” you looked at him a little dumbfounded, not expecting him to suggest something like that.

“oh you don’t have to! i’ll totally be fine, i-” “i want to. let’s go,” he interrupted you, already beginning to move. you hastily followed him, clutching your bag in your hands. the entire walk was rather silent, none of you saying a word. it wasn’t a tense and uncomfortable silence though - you very much enjoyed his presence. it made you feel safe too, even though you’d told him earlier that you didn’t mind walking by yourself, it was comforting to know that he was by your side. you were in an unfamiliar city after all. hell you even got lost, so who were you kidding. you wondered who the stranger was, what his story was, what his personality was like. this was a one time meeting though, so you didn’t really have any hope of meeting him again. that was very unlikely.

“okay this is the spot. my grandparents are going to pick me up here, so it’s okay if you go,” you pointed at a café and gave him a reassuring smile. he didn’t look impressed. “o-oh wait, i need to thank you somehow.” you held a finger up to signal him to wait for a bit and fished out a polaroid you’d taken earlier. it was a simple shot, only the temple, bits of the trees and the sunset in the background. but you thought it was appropriate, the two of you had shared this moment after all. 

“here, this is for you. it’s not a lot but i guess… it’s a really nice photo and maybe the start of your collection, if you decide to get a polaroid camera?” he took the photo from you, inspecting it before nodding and thanking you. he looked like he was about to say something else but was interrupted by some bright car lights and the sound of honks.

“ah, i have to go! it was nice meeting you,” you bid farewell to him and waved, running towards the car. sukuna watched your figure retreat, arms dropping to his sides.

006.

it was so cold, so incredibly cold. you really hated disliked these long winters, the sky was constantly dull and grey, the days were short and you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. it made you feel sluggish and unmotivated, you were just hoping that spring was coming earlier this year. you yearned for sunshine and warmth, to be able to go outside without freezing and just spend more time outside. regardless, you held onto your daily walks because they gave you some peace of mind in your hectic life. you were approaching the last year of your studies and the amount of exams, assignments and your looming thesis were just suffocating you. but soon, soon you were done and could finally take a breather, until then, the only moments of relaxation you’d have were your walks.

despite the cold, there were a lot of people near the park; children who were engaging in snowball fights, elderly who were walking their dogs and some joggers too. your eyes were wandering around, watching all the busy people around. too absorbed in your task, you didn’t notice the man in front of you until you bumped into him. you quickly removed your earbuds and apologized to him, about to continue walking when he suddenly grabbed your arm, holding you back. you were confused, did you maybe accidently hurt him when you bumped into him? you looked him up and down to make sure that he was okay; there really wasn’t anything wrong. he let go of your arm. “is something wrong?” you asked concerned and turned to him. 

“y/n?” 

you froze at the mention of your name. how did he know you?

“who are you? i’ve never met you before.”

in all your past lifetimes, you’d taught him how to be human again, how there was value and joy in even the littlest of things. with each iteration of your existence, sukuna thinks that he’s learned to love you more than the last. when he sees how at ease you are spending time with him, a curse that is feared by everyone, he contemplates confessing to you. but something holds him back, it’s the fear; the fear that you won’t return his feelings. he’s seen you be with someone else, see you fall in love countless of times. he yearns for it to be him, hoping that you do choose him, love him. for thousands of years, he’s spent his time finding you - your reincarnations don’t recognize him and it pains him to get to know you anew each time but nothing pains him as much as his existence. he wants to hold you, be yours, grow old with you.

for the first time in thousands of years, sukuna wishes to be human again.

ps.: i am so sorry if i hurt your heart there omg

[deniedheiress]

.

[ugh-tsumu]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS PLAY THE MAFIA GAME (FILO!AU)

In which I was able to invite a couple of the Haikyuu characters to play the iconic group game - The Mafia Game

Participants:

FROM MOB KARASUNO

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Sugawara Kōshi

Sawamura Daichi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yū

FROM MOB NEKOMA

Kuroo Tetsurō

Kozume Kenma

Lev Haiba

FROM MOB SEIJOH

Oikawa Tōru

Iwaizumi Hajime

FROM MOB FUKURODANI

Bokuto Kōtaro

FROM MOB SHIRATORIZAWA

Tendou Satori

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Shirabu Kenjirō

Goshiki Tsutomu

A SPECIAL GUEST FROM HYŌGO TURF

Miya Atsumu

Details of the game under the cut.

Parts:

001 - 002 - 003 - 004 - 005 - 006 - 007 - 008 - 009 - 010 - 011 - 012 -013 - 014 - 015 - 016 - 017 - 018

Taglist (Available). @kotarousbabyowl @kirakirasaku @ntimacy @insomnicryptid @strawberry-milk-supremacy

A/N. THIS IS JUST A SEGWAY! I wanted to transfer all my smaus from my previous account to this account so I'm uploading them here. If you wish to read the parts in advance, you can search 'mafia game' in my previous blog.

Tagging @insomnicryptid because i remember Lance getting invested with this, he actually deduced two of the three killers! 🥺

[hellreads]

navigation for all the recs I received, let’s all indulge in these stories!

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OT7/MULTI

[ #102 ] ⇢ With Us Trilogy by monodreamin [ lovers/poly!au ]

[ #100 ] ⇢ Thou Shall Not Steal by xherxx [ ot7 | spy/mafia!au ]

[ #095 ] ⇢ Pink Lemonade by himbojk [ ksj+jjk | milf/trophy wife!au ]

[ #094 ] ⇢ Nefarious by smileysuh [ kth+jjk | yandere!au ]

[ #093 ] ⇢ Destructive Interference by vyduan [ ksj + kth | i2l/f2l/e2l!au ]

[ #089 ] ⇢ Lillies of the Valley by girlmeetsliv3 [ ot7 | a/b/o/yandere!au ]

[ #083 ] ⇢ Never Ever After by peachpersona [ ao3 | ot7 | fairytale/yandere!au]

[ #079 ] ⇢ Something Like Love by koobear [ kth x jjk + knj x pjm | a/b/o!au ]

[ #078 + #099 ] ⇢ Poison Apple by jooniyah [ myg + kth | moneylender/yandere!au ] 🍒

[ #074 ] ⇢ I Love You Too by smileyoongle [ kth + jjk | lovers!au ] 🍒

[ #073 ] ⇢ Winter Court Series by koyamuses [ kth + jjk | royalty/faerie!au ]

[ #069 ] ⇢ Numinous by jooniescupcakes + ddaenqu [ ot7 | yandere!au ]

[ #067 ] ⇢ Tuqburni by solastia [ myg + pjm | poly!au ]

[ #066 ] ⇢ Versigny’s Vampire AU’s [ multiple members | vampire!au ]

[ #060 ] ⇢ Red Mistletoe by yoonia [ rapline | lovers!au ]

[ #052 ] ⇢ Break The Ice by minflix [ pjm + jjk | hockey!au ]

[ #043 ] ⇢ Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun Collaboration [ ot7 | halloween/horror!au ] ● ⇢ Demon Ritual Series by sopewriters [ ot7 | demon!au ]

[ #042 ] ⇢ The Service Series by jimlingss [ ot7 | love service!au ] ● ⇢ Tape I: Sunset Masquerade by jincherie [ jhs | superhero/superpower!au ] ● ⇢ Tape II: Dusk Rendezvous by jincherie [ pjm + kth | superhero/superpower!au ] ● ⇢ Tape III: Starlight Tryst (I) by jincherie [ ksj + jjk | superhero/superpower!au ] ● ⇢ Tape III: Starlight Tryst (II) by jincherie [ rapline | superhero/superpower!au ]

[ #041 ] ⇢ Crazy Rich Asians by hobiwonder [ ksj + pjm +myg +jhs | rich kids!au ]

[ #040 ] ⇢ The Hills by minflix [ myg + jhs | ski-trip!au ] 🍒 ● ⇢ Three's a Crowd by minnpd [ jhs + knj | cuckolding!au ] 🍒

[ #040 + #052 ] ⇢ Euphoria by 94hixtape [ pjm + jjk | college!au ]

[ #038 ] ⇢ Our Birthday Girl by joonie-beanie [ knj + kth | poly!au ]

[ #038 + #042 ] ⇢ Baby, Baby by hobiwonder [ pjm + kth | surrogacy!au ]

[ #035 ] ⇢ Stealing the Bite by wildernessuntothemselves [ kth + jjk | supernatural/love triangle!au ] 🍒

[ #033 ] ⇢ Three Squeezes by nomnomsik [ myg + jhs | poly!au ] 💌

[ #025 ] ⇢ Artificially Inclined by lemonjoonah [ maknaeline | android/assassin!au] 💌 🍒

[ #024 ] ⇢ Hopping Into Love by hobiorbit [ pjm + jjk + jhs | hybrid!au ] 💌

[ #016 ] ⇢ Equilibrium by tayegi [ pjm + jjk | poly/lovers!au ] 🍒

[ #009 ] ⇢ Call Me Mistress by dark-muse-iris [ ot7 | prostitution!au ]

[ #004 ] ⇢ Physcom by teawithkpop [ ot7 | sexworker!au ]  🍒 ● ⇢ Moth to Flame by bang-to-the-tan [ ot7 | vampire!au ] 🍒

KIM NAMJOON

[ #100 ] ⇢ Prohibidio by personasintro [ brother’s best friend!au ]                                      ● ⇢ Hooked by joopiterjoon [ strangers to fwb to?!au ]

[ #070 ] ⇢ Fragmented Glass by mochismilesbrighterthanthesun [ e2l!au ]

[ #048 ] ⇢ Inked by 1997jk [ soulmate!au ]

[ #047 ] ⇢ Thou Shall Not Harm by personawife [ mafia/e2l!au ]

[ #038 ] ⇢ Oh, Baby by joonie-beanie [ mafia!au ] ● ⇢ Daisies and Dinosaurs by dark-muse-iris [ library/single parent!au ]

[ #035 + #067 + #084 ] ⇢ Sandcastles by solastia [ unhealthy open relationship!au ]

[ #029 ] ⇢ Partners by btssmutgalore [ college!au ] 💌

[ #023 ] ⇢ Bloom by hobidreams [ assassin!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #021 ] ⇢ Alias by foreignfingers [ non-idol!au ] 💌 🍒 ● ⇢ Sorry Bae by gukslut [ lovers!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #020 ] ⇢ Love Bytes by stutterfly [ f2l!au ] 💌

[ #011 ] ⇢ Underground King by sugaxjpg [ boxer!au ] 🍒

[ #005 ] ⇢ The Moment Pleasantly Frightful by yoongink [ devil!au ] 🍒

KIM SEOKJIN

[ #084 ] ⇢ Can’t Keep Lying by 1rosex [ lovers!au ]

[ #065 ] ⇢ MOAM Bonus#5: The Request by floralseokjin [ fuckboy!au ]

[ #064 ] ⇢ Cake by yeyeniejjung [ ao3 | cannibal/killer!au ] 🍒

[ #058 ] ⇢ Quietus by kingsuckin [ zombie!au ] ● ⇢ A Painter's Folly by taehauntsme [ dorian gray!au ] ● ⇢ Stay for a While by vanaera [ college!au ] ● ⇢ Edge of Tomorrow by thedefinitionofbts [ sci-fi!au ] ● ⇢ Tenderness by shookykookie [ android/dystopian!au ] ● ⇢ Expensive Gifts by bxebxee [ fake dating!au ] ● ⇢ Restoration by prolixitae [ exes!au ] ● ⇢ Melancholy by kosmosgguks [ premonition!au ] ● ⇢ Seven Tears by minstrophywife [ selkie!au ] ● ⇢ Strawberry Roses by peekaboongi [ cupid!au ] ● ⇢ 4AM Pining by dimplemono [ bakery/co-workers!au ] ● ⇢ Pasta La Vista by honeymoonjin [ food critic/restaurant!au ] ● ⇢ Whipped by syubits [ bakery!au ]

[ #045 ] ⇢ Let Me Be Yours by glassbangtan [ s2l!au ] ● ⇢ Creek Hill Apartments by btssmutgalore [ fuckbuddy!au ] 🍒 ● ⇢ Partition by taeken-my-heart [ exes!au ] 🍒

[ #039 ] ⇢ Currents by yeoldontknow [ arranged marriage!au ] 🍒

[ #037 ] ⇢ 2,561 Days by gossamie [ married/divorce!au ] 🍒

[ #018 + #043 ] ⇢ The Devil Wears Armani by floralseokjin [ devil!au ] 🍒

MIN YOONGI

[ #100 ] ⇢ Third Wheeling by untaemedqueen [ s2l!au ]

[ #086 ] ⇢ Beloved by bang-tan-bitches [ historical/daechwita/yandere!au ] 🍒

[ #062 ] ⇢ Pink Bird Houses by 54daysormore [ single parent/nanny!au ]

[ #061 ] ⇢ A Brief Story in Time by cutaepatootie [ royalty/fantasy!au ]

[ #047 ] ⇢ No Trick, Just Treats by minnpd [ halloween/parents!au ]

[ #042 ] ⇢ What You Did Last Summer by winetae [ trophy wife!au ] 🍒

[ #040 ] ⇢ Please Be Naked by floralseokjin [ rebound!au ] 🍒

[ #037 ] ⇢ Twelve Minutes in Tokyo by gossamie [ lovers!au ]

[ #034 ] ⇢ Suit & Tie by jungshookz [ CEO!au ] 💌 ● ⇢  Baby, You Can Drive My Car by jungshookz [ mechanic!au ] 💌

[ #022 ] ⇢ Penguins, Concussions, and Swear Words by dinoyoongi [ sports!au ] 💌

[ #017 ] ⇢ Punch Drunk by joonbird [ boxer!au ] 💌

[ #013 ] ⇢ The Things I Said When I Loved You by gossamie [ lovers/exes!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #010 ] ⇢ In Pari Delicto by fringesofsanity [ ao3 | first time!au ]

[ #009 ] ⇢ Conveniently by baeseoul [ single dad!au ]

[ #008 ] ⇢ Love Language by gukslut [ lovers!au ]

JUNG HOSEOK

[ #100 ] ⇢ The Serendipity of Things by oh-so-scenarios [ soulmate/mafia/doctor!au ]    ● ⇢ Love Me, Love Me Not by eiichiru [ fuckbuddy!au ]

[ #080 ] ⇢ Arranged by obiwrites [ ao3 | arranged marriage!au ]

[ #079 ] ⇢ Candyman by mintedmango [ ao3 | yandere!au ]

[ #061 ] ⇢ Down the Three Seasons Path by cutaepatootie [ fantasy!au ]

[ #053 ] ⇢ Now or Never by cutaepatootie [ racer!au ] 🍒

[ #043 ] ⇢ Burn in Hell (she said) by floralseokjin [ devil!au ]

[ #036 ] ⇢ Run Little Rabbit Trilogy by readyplayerhobi [ werewolf!au ] ● ⇢ Rewrite the Stars by abunnystale [ ao3 | werewolf!au ]

[ #026 + #046 ] ⇢ Lost and Found by fortunexkookie [ peter pan!au ] 💌 🍒

PARK JIMIN

[ #099 ] ⇢ Gingerbread Hearts by primarybts [ hansel and gretel!au ]

[ #084 ] ⇢ Come Home to Me Darling by roses-ruby [ married/cheating!au ] 🍒

[ #076 ] ⇢ Violent Delights by girlmeetsliv3 [ gang!au ] 🍒

[ #063 ] ⇢ Love at First Touch by bagelwrites [ ao3 | soulmate!au ]

[ #061 ] ⇢ Touched by a Fallen Star by cutaepatootie [ royalty/fantasy!au ]

[ #056 ] ⇢ I Can’t Be More Honest Than This by lollarissa [ ao3 | arranged marriage!au]

[ #052 ] ⇢ Good Boy by btssmutgalore [ sub!au ] ● ⇢  Heartbreak Insurance by jimlingss [ love service!au ] ● ⇢ Shutter & Shiver by pac-mang [ camboy!au ] ● ⇢ Me, You, and This Thing We Have Between Us by boymeetsweevil [ pregnancy!au ] 🍒 ● ⇢ Spice It Up! by aiimaginesbts [ married/sub!au ] ● ⇢ Power Play by dovechim [ pornstar/e2l!au ] 🍒 ● ⇢ Dark Side of the Moon by dovechim [ werewolf!au ]

[ #047 ] ⇢ Faded Love by jamaisjoons [ married!au ]

[ #042 ] ⇢ Tell Me Lies by jimlingss [ soap opera!au ] ● ⇢ A Kiss of Poison by jimlingss [ royalty!au ]

[ #007 ] ⇢ Cygini by bibbykins [ yandere/dancer!au ]

[ #006 ] ⇢ Otherworldly by sinning-on-a-sunday [ coraline!au ] 🍒

[ #002 ] ⇢ Two Worlds by i-see-you-now-you-see-me [ fae!au ]

[ #001 ] ⇢ Neighbors by jkeuphoriadreamland [ neighbors/stalker!au ] 🍒

KIM TAEHYUNG

[ #096 + #097 ] ⇢ Maybe I Do by jiminssthetic [ arranged marriage/ceo!au ]

[ #090 ] ⇢ Cut by deepdarkdelights [ actress/yandere!au ] 

[ #090 + #100 ] ⇢ Manager-nim by na-yiii [ actress/manager/yandere!au ]

[ #085 ] ⇢ Heal Me, Kill Me by baepsaesbae [ vampire!au ]

[ #084 ] ⇢ Cheater by personasintro [ cheating!au ]

[ #069 ] ⇢ Gold by jooniescupcakes [ lovers?au ] 🍒

[ #061 ] ⇢ In Search of the Aurora Borealis by cutaepatootie [ fantasy!au ]

[ #048 ] ⇢ Umbra by kimvvantae [ hybrid/royal/fantasy!au ]

[ #047 ] ⇢ Carnal Cupidity by kittae [ werewolf!au ]

[ #042 ] ⇢ Papillon by readyplayerhobi [ f2l/pregnancy!au]

[ #039 ] ⇢ Lighthouse by lattesalt [ wattpad ]

[ #038 ] ⇢ Pulse by rohobi [ medical!au ]

[ #036 ] ⇢ Ravenous by junqkook [ werewolf!au ]

[ #010 ] ⇢ Reminiscence by fringesofsanity [ ao3 | rendezvous!au ] 🍒

[ #009 ] ⇢ I Can Be Your Addiction by yuudetama [ fwb!au ]                                             ● ⇢ L’Appel Du Vide by infireation [ killer!au ] 🍒

[ #007 ] ⇢ Embroidery by bibbykins [ soft yandere/CEO!au ]

JEON JUNGKOOK

[ #100 ] ⇢ A Little Closer by cutechim [ rival gang!au ]                                                       ● ⇢ The Dark Prince by jkeuphoriadreamland [ royalty/yandere/curse!au ]                       ● ⇢ Private by baepop [ love triangle!au ]

[ #098 ] ⇢ Into The Forest by taehyungssss [ royal/faerie/forbidden love!au ]                     ● ⇢ Your Little Games by thebeebi [ historical!au ]                                                           ● ⇢ Rewind by vanillagguk [ supernatural/reincarnation!au ]

[ #096 ] ⇢ Please Love Me by ahundredtimesover [ arranged marriage/ceo!au ]

[ #095 ] ⇢ Young Alpha by aroseforyoongi [ werewolf/f2l/supernatural/soulmates!au ]       ● ⇢ Holidating by yeojaa [ i2l!au ]

[ #092 ] ⇢ Jackrabbit by jamaisjoons [ university/hybrid!au ]

[ #091 ] ⇢ Driving Me Wild by joonkookiemonster [ demon/roommates!au ]

[ #088 + #092 ] The Weeb Jungkook Collection by jinharem [ college/weeb!au] 🍒

[ #087 ] ⇢ Netflix and Chill by 1kook

[ #084 ] ⇢ Insecurity by jiminelli [ lovers!au ]

[ #082 ] ⇢ Aurora by mintseesaw [ historical/secret affair!au ] 🍒

[ #077 ] ⇢ Rattled by gukslut [ single parent/e2l/f2l!au ]

[ #075 ] ⇢ Silver Blades by jooniyah [ royalty/yandere!au ]

[ #072 ] ⇢ The Alpha’s Purity by suqakoo [ hybrid/e2l!au ]

[ #071 ] ⇢ Prince of Nothing by girlmeetsliv3 [ royalty!au ] 🍒

[ #065 ] ⇢ Down a Peg by btsracket [ pegging!au ]

[ #061 ] ⇢ The Blue Princess and Her Red Rose by cutaepatootie [ royalty/fantasy!au ]

[ #057 ] ⇢ Oh There’s A Name for Boys Like You by lollarissa [ ao3 | TATBILB!au ]

[ #055 ] ⇢ I Can’t Go Back to Where I Used to Be by lollarissa [ ao3 | royalty!au ]

[ #054 ] ⇢ Wanted by jincherie [ soulmate/space/alien!au ]

[ #051 ] ⇢ Distractions by 1kook [ gamer!au ] ● ⇢ Late Fee by 1kook [ f2l!au ]

[ #050 ] ⇢ Bubbles and Cuddles by strawbxxymilk [ lovers!au ] ● ⇢ Blue Raspberry by strawbxxymilk [ college!au ]

[ #047 ] ⇢ Keeping A Secret by kpopfanfictrash [ new relationship!au ] ● ⇢ Dotti by jungcock [ office!au ]

[ #044 ] ⇢ Hunter by avveh [ ao3 | assassin!au ] ● ⇢ Perverted Bunny Mask by btsinned [ assassin/killer!au ]

[ #043 ] ⇢ Howlin' For You by fortunexkookie [ werewolf!au ] ● ⇢ Nochu Unsolved by minflix [ cryptid hunting!au ] ● ⇢ Stuffed Pumpkin by floralseokjin [ halloween!au ] ● ⇢ Vampires Suck by sopewriters [ vampire/werewolf!au ] ● ⇢ Rigor Mortis by readyplayerhobi [ police/zombie!au ] 🍒

[ #040 ] ⇢ Lust and Errors by imaginesthisbts [ step-siblings/fuckbuddy!au ] 🍒

[ #038 ] ⇢ Escape by jjkfire [ company rivals!au ] ● ⇢ Sweet Saccharine by jjkfire [ sugar daddy!au ] ● ⇢ Drug Wars by plumblackjeon [ mafia!au ]

[ #038 + #049 ] ⇢ I Won't Stop You by imsarabum [ vampire!au ]

[ #037 ] ⇢ Like Stars in A Constellation by taegills [ reverse meeting!au ] ● ⇢ Before I Forget You by gossamie [ lovers!au ]

[ #036 ] ⇢ Tooth and Claw by johobi [ werewolf!au ]

[ #032 ] ⇢ Microwave Misadventures by bymoonchild [ college/roommates/e2l!au ] 💌 ● ⇢ Sugarplum Elegy by bymoonchild [ college/fwb/singer/i2l!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #031 ] ⇢ Baby, My Baby by pjmims [ parents!au ] 💌

[ #029 ] ⇢ New Rules by tayegi [ college/fratboy!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #028 ] ⇢ Content by pinecovewoods [ ao3 | roommates/youtuber!au ] 💌 ● ⇢ The School Dance by pinecovewoods [ ao3 | high-school!au ] 💌

[ #027 ] ⇢ Since Day One by gukgalore [ f2l!au ] 💌 ● ⇢ Switch Lanes by gukgalore 💌 🍒

[ #026 ] ⇢ Falling Skies by fortunexkookie [ e2f2l!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #026 + #046 ] ⇢ The Turing Test by fortunexkookie [ android!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #016 ] ⇢ Tinder 2.0 by tayegi ● ⇢ Mamihlapinatapai by tayegi

[ #014 ] ⇢ Tell Me No Lies by jeongi [ CEO/robbers!au ] 💌

[ #012 + #019 ] ⇢ Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan [ college/coffee shop!au ] 💌 🍒

[ #009 ] ⇢ Blue Orchids by inktae [ hanahaki!au ] ● ⇢ I Hate You, I Love You by jungblue [ bff!au ] ● ⇢ Gravity Check by gimmesumsuga [ instructor!au ] ● ⇢ Vaunt by yminie [ frat!au ] ● ⇢ Instant Gratification by dovechim [ fuckboy!au ] ● ⇢ Baby Boy by craft-rose

[ #003 + #030 ] ⇢ Animal by cutaepatootie [ boxer!au ] 🍒

[poisonwhiskey-archive]

A serial killer au plotted with @waywardfeathered

“Hmm-hmm my girl... Hmhm... bend... Oooh... killing machine. Hmmm everything. Hm... body control ... Everything.... Love her... Need her... Seed her. Yeeeeah she turns me on... Hold tight. I'm a highway star”

He hummed along to the song playing on the radio, occasionally the odd lyric or two escaping. He took a step back, taking in his masterpiece in it’s entirety.  

Oh, it was beautiful. (If he said so himself). 

Now he wasn’t an artist, not even in the loosest of terms, but Dean beamed with pride with what he created. He danced around the room as he added little touches here and there, spinning on his toes, pivoting on his heels. Bobbing his head to the beat of the drums. It was a good time, except...

Except for his screaming. 

“No, no, no”, Dean chided with a lilt in his tone. He grabbed his gun from the bedside table, waving it around casually as he chatted away, as if it wasn’t a loaded, deadly weapon. How annoying, that the guy’s screams could be heard through the duct-tape. Like the constant buzzing of a fly around Dean’s head. “The metal-head scream doesn’t come until later. And besides, it’s more of a ‘yyeeeaaaaahh!’ than ‘aaaahhhhh!’”.

Dean sighed, an insulting smile of pity crossed his face as he crouched in front of the captive. Bound and gagged, and discarded in the corner. “I don’t know why you’re screaming and crying so damn much. It wasn’t like you really loved her. If you did, you wouldn’t have cheated on her with your secretary. I mean... Really? Talk about unoriginal. Although, I can’t really blame you. Hot blond? Forbidden office romance? Hard to resist, buddy, trust me, heh, I get it...”

Just then, the guitar riff kicked in, and Dean spun away from his victim. In favour of briefly playing the air-guitar, using his gun as the neck of the imaginary instrument. “Hmm... What do you think? As pretty as the day you married her, right?”

Dean chuckled as his words made the guy sob even louder. His wife was knelt on the centre of the bed, her head bowed and hands together as if she was praying. Her designer white dress stained a deep red. She wasn’t there by choice, no, she was definitely dead. Ropes stretched across the room, rigged up to keep her lifeless body upright. But the best part, oh, Dean’s pièce de résistance, was her wings. 

The skin on her back was cut in half vertically, and pulled apart to either side by hooks. The flaps of skin held perpetually outwards as two magnificent wings. A little ragged and uneven, it was hard to get a clean cut with all her squirming. But with the ambient room lighting shining behind her, she looked the very picture of divine. 

[slaheir]

Verse && Mains drop below

VERSES STUFF 

I’m gonna do a heccin update one of these days prolly next week when I find another theme for hisui <3 but in the meantime here’s a breakdown. 

Mainverse - canon divergent , follows an au where nothing bad ever happened MirSan fam are living happily together , training together , gonna live to old age and gonna make a whole slayers village and clan. Long live the taijiya xD this is the one I write in most frequently.

Yashahime: CANON - as close to canon events as I can write. At the moment I don’t like the direction the show’s taking with the slayers atm so we’ll see if this sticks around. 

Yashahime: CANON DIVERGENT 001 - hisui runs off with the girls on adventures and they get into trouble together. that’s it. he goes without kohaku’s consent soooo... yeah :’v feels 

Yashahime: CANON DIVERGENT 002 - hisui’s village was attacked by an unknown enemy of demons and his uncle supposedly perished in the fire. with no idea about where his parents are at, the events of the past and more he’s gone to bring his uncle’s killer to justice. spoiler alert via el , kohaku’s still alive and searching for hisui and the girls. 

Yashahime: CANON DIVERGENT 003 - hisui runs off with kirara to go be his best demon slayer self. he comes back five years later an extraordinary demon slayer and someone his village can look up to. 

Yashahime: CANON DIVERGENT 004 - after his father’s passing , hisui runs away and travels trying to find himself. it’s vaguely based on the lion king, one of my favorite movies and broadway musicals. mushin looks after him and helps him connect with the past and part of himself he lost, to return to the village and face down his father’s killer. 

Back to the future! Yashahime: CANON DIVERGENT 005 - a verse in which the group time travels trying to fix the past in order to save the future. 

Yashahime: CANON DIVERGENT 006 - an alternative choice where hisui chose to follow in his father’s footsteps instead of his mothers becoming a monk instead of a slayer.

Modern AU - a young up and coming sports star , hisui is a junior student in high school training to become an olympic athlete like his mother. he’s quite popular at school but keeps to himself in his private life. 

Royal AU - pending info, still working this out but he’s either going to be a prince or knight.

Yakuza AU - Hisui is a young man that just transferred to a school as a senior. He’s enrolled in witness protection because of an incident a few years ago and lives with Wu Wei Mushin , a retired detective and volunteer at a community center. he was also good friend of hisui’s parents that were murdered. 

Kougahime AU -  a plotted verse in which hisui is the son of miroku and kagome and has an older brother, nobu. 

 MAINS

smol disclaimer: I do roleplay with multiples of the same muse. of course like anyone else I have my favorites and those near and dear to my heart that I’ve written with before but please don’t let that stop you from messaging me or plotting with me. mirsan is forever my parents xD I love them but I’m open to plotting and writing in other verses and in other ships too. 

** if you’d like to be on this list let me know !!! I’m tired so I may have missed some people initially gomen ><

Miroku

@amethyst-noroi​  @yamisedai​

Sango

@slayerled​  @dokusedai​

Kohaku

@puppet-slayer​

Kin’u & Gyokuto

@slayetwins​

Inuyasha

@kizusedai​  @inusedai​  @redratrobed​

Sesshomaru

@daikusedai​ @tcnseigad​ @etyrnities

Setsuna

@senpujin​

Moroha

@crimsonacrosstime​

Kagome

@archeracrosstime​ @kyudome​ 

Kouga

@arashisedai​

Rin

@withagentleheart​

Towa 

@azureacrosstime​

Shippou

@kitsxnebi​

Hibana

@namaamochi​

Nobutoshi

@seiinaru

Ichika

@yashakami

Ahmya

@sasayakcu Usagi

@chxmpionofjustice