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crappymixtape · 8 months

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because of you • part two

PART I • PART III • PART VI • PART V • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.3k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T T W O 🎶 theatre, etta marcus

❝ IS IT EASIER WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO START AGAIN? WHEN YOU DON’T WANNA MAKE AMENDS? ❞

‘Stealing a Winnebago’ had been easier than you’d assumed, but the getaway execution went exactly like you thought it would. Absolute disorganized chaos and the way Steve peeled out of the trailer park dumped you into Robin’s lap for the first mile. Made you even more skeptical of whatever half-assed plan these people had frankensteined together and now? You found yourself browsing the clothing section of The War Zone.

What in the hell were they thinking coming here anyway? From Eddie’s retelling of what happened under Lover’s Lake it sounded like not one of them knew anything about hand-to-hand combat, let alone guns. Couldn’t even land a punch, but thought they could handle this? Walls of rifles on display, rounders full of bulletproof gear and cases upon cases of bullets and god, you wanted to leave.

“Hey,” Nancy’s voice pulled your attention away from the tactical vests you were staring at, her eyes wide and earnest as she looked over at you. “If I go over to the counter, you gonna be okay?”

“Oh, totally,” you lied. “Yeah, was gonna go look over here anyway,” and you thumbed over your shoulder at more vests.

“Okay, good.”

She gave you a small Nancy-Wheeler-smile and left you there alone in a sea of camouflage. In the middle of a store you’d never have set foot in before all this and making you second guess yourself. Second guess what was seemingly more and more a stupid decision to go along with all of this and you huffed a sigh in frustration.

“Should’ve stayed in the trailer,” you grumbled under your breath, fighting the urge to just walk out, but apparently you weren’t the only one wandering around all the puke green clothing.

“Huh, didn’t know you had good ideas.”

The sound of Steve’s voice made your hands ball into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms.

“Do you ever have anything nice to say?” you sneered and he had the audacity to be so causal. Didn’t even look up from the tactical vests he was flipping through and tossed one into his cart.

“Not to you I don’t.”

Anger rose in your chest like a pot boiling over, so hot it made your cheeks burn as you glowered over at him.

“What’s your problem?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep,” and still he didn’t look at you. Picked a bomber jacket off the rack and piled it on top of his vest and it was the last straw.

Stalking over to his side of the rounder you got right up in his face, dug a finger into his chest and said, “Liar.”

His eyes flickered at your accusation, sardonic smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at you and warned, “Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.” And he leaned into your finger. Waited for you to fold. Tsked at your attitude and the sound of it triggered a memory so strong you felt like you’d been sucker punched.

Your second ever interaction with Steve Harrington happened the week before summer break.

You heard it while you were walking back to school from grabbing lunch at the diner. A high, sharp whistle followed by car horn and then—

“Owwww, damn baby!”

And you recognized the voice right away.

Tommy Hagan. Leaning out the passenger window of Steve’s BMW. Wolf-whistling at you and being a dick and you tried to ignore them, but then they were pulling up next to you and slowing way down.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Tommy purred at your back, your mouth twisting into a scowl at the sound of Eddie’s nickname on his tongue. “You need a rid–” he started to ask, but his question cut short when you turned around.

Mouth dropped open in shock for a split second as he realized who you were, Tommy quickly recovered and started to laugh. That obnoxious, hyena-like laugh that made you want to punch him and he smiled and whistled again.

“Shit, Stevie! Who knew the freak had an ass on her!”

“You kiss Carol with that mouth, Tommy?” you shot back, Steve stifling a snicker from the driver’s seat.

“Bet you could do for a kiss, baby,” Tommy tsked, pouted his lips at you and grinned, “Always so damn sour.”

“Yeah? Wanna find out why?” you threatened and it made Tommy grin even wider. Shark-like. Predatory.

“Park it, Stevie,” Tommy didn’t bother looking at his friend, eyes locked on you as he opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car while it was still moving. Walked right up and crowded over you, eyes narrowing as he leaned in, “And what if I do?”

Your stomach lurched, heart leaping into your throat as you stood your ground. You didn’t think he’d take the bait, but you also didn’t shy away. God, you wished Eddie was there. Tilting your chin up in defiance you glared him down.

“Tommy, c’mon man. Just leave it,” you heard Steve’s voice from over Tommy’s shoulder, tinged at the edges with desperation as he ran up on the two of you, but Tommy couldn’t have cared less.

“Well? What’re you gonna do about it, toots?” Tommy pushed again, toes of his shoes knocking against yours as he stepped even closer, towering over you and it hit you like a ton of bricks how in over your head you were.

“Tommy, just leave–”

“I didn’t ask you, Harrington!” Tommy snapped and you took the opportunity.

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt in your hands, you yanked Tommy down into you and drove your knee into his crotch as hard as you could.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” he choked out, folded in half and hands covering his junk as he dry heaved and you took a big step back.

“Coward,” you turned and hurled the word at Steve and watched it land heavy as his face shifted. Brows pinching together and mouth dropped open, but nothing came out as he struggled to say those two little words. I’m sorry. To tell you he wasn’t like his friend, but his silence betrayed him.

“You bitch,” Tommy grunted at you as he tried to straighten up, one hand still over his crotch.

“Don’t move! I’ll–I’ll get you expelled!” you threatened and it made him laugh. A mean, mirthless thing.

“No fuckin’ way. My mom’s on the school board, who’s gonna take your side?”

And you looked back at Steve for a split second, silently asking him to step in and do something, but he stood frozen in place. Still unable to go against his ‘best friend’ and what little belief you had left in him was shattered.

You were done with Steve Harrington.

Shaking your head, you fought back the tears burning at the corners of your eyes and ran up the path to the cafeteria doors. Disappeared behind them with a loud, metallic slam! and left Steve alone to drown in the deafening silence.

Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.

It was like no time had passed, like you were still there in that parking lot with Tommy towering over you and tsking at you just like Steve was doing now, but this time you didn't run away.

“Don’t call me that!” you shoved at his chest and he stumbled back a step.

“Don’t call me a liar!”

“All you do is lie, Harrington! Your entire life was built on lies,” you could see his pulse fluttering against his neck. Watched his jaw tick as he clenched down on the words he wanted so badly to throw at you, but you didn’t give him a chance. “Why are you even here? You don’t give a shit about Eddie. You don’t give a shit about anyone, you’re–”

“Enough!” you flinched as his shout drew the attention of a couple older guys looking at the hunting gear. “You don’t know anything about me, okay? Not a god damn thing,” and the second part was quieter, but they way he held your gaze after punctuated it heavy.

He turned away from you, hastily pushing his cart back toward the cashier counter and walked out the double doors, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word.

“Hey, I’m not done!” you shouted after him across the parking lot. Sharp and biting and it made him spin back around, arms flung out at his sides in exasperation.

“Oh, yeah? Fine. What else you got?”

“Well, for one, I’m not going to sit here while you lord around like King Steve. This isn’t high school. No one here gives a shit about any of that.”

He squeezed his eyes shut at his old nickname. Sucked in a breath and let it out slow to try and steady himself.

“I’m not like that anymore.”

“Seriously? Do you hear yourself? You’ve been a dick to me since I set foot in Max’s trailer! And honestly? I’m not surprised! You think I don’t remember all the shit you put me through, put us through in school?” you shot back and he opened his eyes to glare over at you.

“Like I said, Princess–”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“–you don’t have any idea what this is. What we’re up against. None. You’re in over your head.”

“Okay? And what, I’m supposed to sit here on my hands and say, ‘It’s fine! Steve Harrington and all his little friends will fix this’?? You’re out of your mind!”

“And you think you can?” he shot back and your heart rate thrummed heavy in your ears.

“You know, Eddie says he trusts you now, but hell if I will. No fucking way,” and as you turned and cut past him back to the Winnebago he had to jog to keep up.

“Hey! Eddie almost killed me! With a fucking beer bottle!”

You huffed a laugh and kept walking, shaking your head at the accusation and incredulous at the lengths he was going to prove his point.

“Why should I believe you?” you called over your shoulder, “You’re probably just gunning for a headline: Steve Harrington, Hero of Hawkins!”

“Headline?? I–are you kidding me? You think I’d do all this for a headline??”

And finally you stopped at the bottom step of the Winnebago and Steve seized his chance.

“You really think I’m that superficial?” he shot at your back, but you didn’t turn around. Didn’t even acknowledge him and he spent what little patience he had left. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

But you were already gone. Frozen in place with the world growing dark. Tree line ahead of you blurring. Unfocused and liquid like water and the ground swam under you as a voice echoed in your mind.

I see you.

The sound of Steve still talking behind you turned to fuzz, crackled like radio static and faded away into ear-splitting silence. Deafening and swallowing you whole and then you felt it. The ground falling out from underneath you and you were drowning in the dark and the voice that echoed in your mind pulled you even deeper.

Resisting will only make it worse.

❝ AND I NEVER HAD A TASTE FOR LIARS OR THE UNIQUELY UNINSPIRED ‘CAUSE I DON’T NEED TO BE DESIRED ❞

Steve glared daggers at your back. Anger hot and fuming and fueled by the fact that you had the nerve to ignore him and god, he wanted to prove you wrong.

“Are you trying to piss me off? Cos its work–” but the words died in his throat as he came around to face you. “Oh. Oh, shit,” with a quick glance over your shoulder he saw everyone else finally coming out of the store and he didn’t wait to call for help.

“Munson!! Eddie!” Steve yelled over your shoulder at your best friend before grabbing your shoulders in his hands and squeezed at them. Leaned down to try and meet your unfocused, far away gaze and when none of it worked he felt his chest grow tight.

Not again.

“Hey, hey! Look at me!" panic clawed its way up his throat as he shook your shoulders, "Stay with me! Munson–hurry up!”

Your eyes were glazed over, tears gathering at the corners as your whole body started to tremble. Breathing stuttered and caught in your throat. Lips parted and trying to pull air in, but it wasn’t enough and Steve felt his hand twitch. Wanted to press it to your cheek to try and ground you, reach you and bring you back, but then Eddie was finally at your side and shoving Steve out of the way.

“Sweetheart! Can you hear me? Shit, shit, shit. What happened?? Honey? Look at me!” Eddie cradled your face in his hands. Did what Steve couldn’t. Voice ratcheted up, his usual low timbre a high pitched thing driven by fear and hearing it doused any remaining anger that had settled into Steve’s chest and replaced it with something else.

With helplessness. Regret. Remorse.

With the slow realization that everything he’d just said to you wasn’t worth it. Remembered how Nancy had yelled at him, just like you, outside of the gym. You’re bullshit! And his throat squeezed with guilt for messing it all up again because he was bullshit. He was a liar and you were right. Had he learned nothing?

He looked at you, your face contorted with fear, and he felt something new flicker within him. A feeling blooming at the pit of his stomach. One he was so certain couldn’t possibly exist when it came to you, but as he stood there watching Eddie try to shake you back from the dark he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Steve, help me!” tears cut down Eddie’s cheeks as he called to him and pulled him hurtling back to Earth. Desperate. Pleading. Begging him to do something and it shook Steve back into action.

Heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursed through Steve's body and fought off the fear that had threatened to trap him in choke hold.

“Max, gimme your Walkman!” he shouted over your shoulder.

The rest of the group had started running back to the Winnebago as soon as they’d heard yelling and when Steve asked for the cassette player, Max knew time was running out.

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath and broke into a sprint, scrambling to untangle the headphones from around her neck as she hurried to get to you. “Here! It’s still Kate Bush, is that–”

“Doesn’t matter–Munson get these on, hurry!” Steve, snatched the Walkman from Max and crammed it into Eddie’s outstretched hands.

“Please, please, please,” fell from Eddie’s lips, desperate, praying that this would work as he fitted the headphones on and pressed them against your ears, “Please.”

Blinking heavy, you strained your eyes against the black. Against the suffocating dark you suddenly found yourself in. The stand of vivid, green ash trees lining the parking lot replaced by gnarled branches, dark and leafless. Bright yellow buttercups snuffed out by thick, wet vines that snaked their way across the ground under your feet.

You weren’t in the parking lot of the War Zone anymore, not really, and as you breathed in the sickly, ashen air your heart stopped in your chest.

The Upside Down.

“Eddie? Eddie!” you shouted into the dark, red lightening cracking the sky in two, and when no one answered you knew you were utterly alone.

Panic gripped you like a vice as you thought of Chrissy. Of Fred and Patrick and dread filled your stomach. Utter hopelessness and grief and when you whipped around to run you felt something tangle around your leg. Wrapping up, up, up and pulling you down, down, down.

You braced for it, ready to break your fall with your hands, but you never hit and instead found yourself lifting into the air. Unhinged laughter filling your ears as more vines snaked around your arms and legs and you swore you were going to be sick.

It was

Him.

“Why isn’t it working?? God dammit, work!” Eddie was yelling at the Walkman, his composure unravelling as Chrissy’s last moments flooded his mind. “Is she gonna die? She can’t die!” he pleaded and his voice cracked, a sob caught in his throat, “Please don’t let her die!”

“Hey hey, hey! Get a hold of yourself. That’s not gonna happen, okay? It’s gonna work,” Steve gripped Eddie’s shoulders, looked him in the eye and tried to reassure him, but when he glanced over at you he knew he couldn’t make that promise. “Please work,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Where are you going? You can’t leave. Not yet.

Vecna’s voice was everywhere. Flooding every part of you and you feared you would never feel joy again. Would never escape this. Would be stuck here forever screaming into the void, hanging on Vecna’s every whim.

I would like very much to show you where I’m going. Please, take a seat.

And the vines yanked you down, squeezed tight around your wrists and legs and held you fast against the ground, rocks digging painfully into your back.

“Please, let me go!” you pleaded into the dark. “Please, I–” but your mouth went dry as a shadowy figure appeared through the ash. Coming closer and closer in the dark with each heavy step and when it finally stopped, feet at your head, your blood ran cold.

Wet, sinewy skin. Muscles exposed and stretched taut. Eyes that pierced your mind and knew every single one your thoughts. Knew all the dark things spiraling there and made them worse. Clawed at you with spindly, protruding hands and long, dagger-like claws and suffocated you with the smell of something rotten.

Of decay.

Of death.

Reaching a hand down, Vecna held it over your face, inches away from touching you as you struggled against your restraints, but they constricted tighter with your every move.

“Please,” you were crying openly now, tears cutting paths through the ash that had settled on your cheeks, but he ignored you.

I want you to tell your friends, I want you to tell them everything you see. Everything I show you.

“No, please!”

Tell them!

“No, I can’t–”

Tell them everything!

And then your head felt like was being cleaved in two. White hot light fracturing the black sky into thick shards and your screams were the only thing you could hear as Vecna pried open your mind and poured into you his vision for the future...

Hawkins in ruin.

Four gashes in the earth. Cavernous. Hot and angry and full of fire.

Your family. Lying scattered across your lawn. Motionless and still and limbs bent wrong.

Tell them!

Your friends hanging in the air just like Chrissy, Fred, Patrick.

Eyes empty, slack-jawed and lifeless, bones snapped like twigs.

Tell them!

Eddie and Robin and Nancy and Steve and–

“NO!” you screamed, the sound pulled painfully from your lungs as you felt your legs give way and collapsed into yourself.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa–”

Steve scrambled to grab hold of your shoulder and barely caught you before your bare knees hit the pavement.

You heard birds chirping. Sunlight filtering through the backs of your eyelids as you kept them squeezed shut, but the air was clean. Smelled fresh and as you slowly opened your eyes you realized you weren’t choking on ash anymore.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve was still holding onto you, your hands pressed into his thighs as you braced yourself, the feeling of nausea overwhelming.

“I saw him,” you whispered, only Steve could hear you and you started to cry.

“Him?” Steve asked unnecessarily, glancing up at Eddie. Hoping, no praying, if he asked maybe you’d give a different answer. One that wouldn’t involve death and the end of the world and everything hinging on this stupid fucking plan, but he knew.

Everyone knew.

Eyes glued on their feet. Arms folded over their chests and uneasy with the weight that had settled over the group.

“Vecna.”

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART TWO OF A – POSSIBLY – FIVE PART SERIES, PART FOUR AND FIVE TO COME SOON ]

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locke-writing · 10 months

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Alright, I've had enough.

If you guys are going to write dialogue involving Toby Rogers/rewrite in any way, I suggest going for a more complex representation of Tourette's Syndrome than just stuttering and twitching. It would give him more dimension as a human being in your stories.

Tourette's is a fluid kind of syndrome. The symptoms, tics, and severity can drastically change over time. Tics can be acquired and/or dropped over the span of months, and can worsen with stress. Tic attacks are also a thing that exists.

Some symptoms that you could depict:

Repeated and uncontrollable facial expressions. This could lead to him smiling, frowning, grimacing, etc. in inappropriate situations. It's rough.

Jerking of head or limbs (not twitching, full-on jerking.)

Compulsion to touch specific textures repeatedly

Throat clearing as a tic

Whistling as a tic

Tongue clicking

A tic could also be an animal sound like a hyena laugh or a bird call. Try to stay away from barking as a tic. My personal opinion, he lives in the woods and hears birds pretty much all day. Some of the sounds have stuck.

Compulsion to repeat phrases and words (echolalia.) This includes vulgar words and phrases, but doesn't always have to be. These can often inject themselves into the previous sentence; it can be both pretty annoying and sometimes funny, if the person with Tourette's humors about it.

If it's bad, a tic could be an action of self-harm, like slapping, pinching, or hitting an area of the body.

(This can also happen when someone cannot self-regulate intense emotions, which is something Toby tends to... not do.)

With Tourette's, one can develop OCD-like habits and often pairs with ADHD, anxiety and/or depression.

The acknowledgement of premonitory sensations could also help write Toby with a bit more depth. He has some warning before a tic hits; do with that as you will.

Suppressing tics is also a thing, and can lead to a tic attack later in the day if it gets bad. Tics can lead to muscle-cramping, joint pain, accidental self-harm, and pain in the face, eyes, and throat if the tics are worse in that area.

D-d-don't w-rite T-Toby like a b-blushing s-schoolgirl.

Something more vulgar could be like,

I have had-popop!-had lifelong, unmanaged genital herpes... uh, wait, no, Tourette's Syndrome. My bad. *laughs* Damn, that one was pretty bad.

Or the word could be completely irrelevant to what he's trying to convey, which could get frustrating with his short temper,

Hey, do you got a lemonhead? Sorry, I meant a l- lemonhead. No, fuck. Wait. I need a... a lemon-a lighter! Fucking hell, just give me a lighter, please.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #tobias erin rogers #creepypasta ticci toby #writeblr #character design #writing community #writers of tumblr #creative writing

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myuntoldstory · 4 months

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i'll marry you after this

Written for @jilymicrofics Mystery Microfic May Event. Everyone's guessed me right!

A special thanks to @eastwindmlk for the wonderful banner as well.

Prompt 9: Whisper

“I’ll f-fucking marry y-you after this,” James breathes. “You’ve already proposed to me,” she jokes, voice low and devoid of humour. It takes all her effort not to let her focus slip. “N-no, fuck,” he grits his teeth. “I m-mean marry you after t-this. I don’t want to wait. W-we can v-very well die soon and I d-don’t want to d-die without b-becoming your h-husband.”

During a mission, Lily and James find themselves in a noise-activated trap. With James injured and time running out as the Death Eaters close in on them, Lily has to work fast to save her fiancé and get out.

read on ao3 or under the cut

warnings: blood, pain, mild violence, references to dying

“James!”

A whistle, a gasp. Lily stares at the arrow with wide eyes. The head is embedded into the stone where she used to stand. She moves, foot slipping across the small puddle of blood. A loud thump echoes in the room as she falls. Panels open on the walls. She dodges the arrows flying straight at her. Something clicks as the last arrow whistles past her ear. She looks around the room where she and James have jumped in to escape the Death Eaters.

James.

He’s on the floor, teeth gritted, breathing heavily. He seems to be close to screaming. Lily shakes at the sight of him. Panic bubbles from the bottom of her stomach, and she tamps it down. Carefully, quietly, she crawls towards her fiancé, eyes darting at the walls, terrified of anything that’ll trigger it. But thank god, thank god. She reaches for him, pulls him towards her lap.

Blood. So much of it. So much of his life leaking out of him and onto stone. Her breaths come out in strained bursts. Trembling fingertips reach towards the arrow sticking out of his abdomen. She presses her hand around the wound, a futile effort to keep what’s left of him inside—her mind blanks; the four walls around them close in, trapping her, draining all hope.

“Lily—”

“Shh—shh…” she whispers, pressing crimson fingers against his mouth. “Noise… activates…”

James’ eyes flutter and dart around. “O-okay…”

“D-don’t move—”

“Fuck!”

“Sorry—I’m sorry.” She looks closely at how bad he is, how hard she has to fight the fates this time to keep him alive. She bites back a cry. “Oh my god—no, no, it’s f-fine—you’ll be f-fine.”

“C-comforting after that l-little f-freak out...” He musters a pained smile.

“S-shut up.” That’s him trying, but she can’t smile for him. Not this time. “Shut up. It’s deep and poisoned—Christ, James.” She sniffles, pushing back the tears, the panic. “I-I have a fix, but I have to—I’m sorry—I have to pull it out.”

“... I h-have to be q-quiet?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry—”

“F-fuck it. I-I’m ready.”

“Okay.” She braces herself. It’s like the poison inside him is transferring to her, spreading dread and an unshakeable feeling that they will not survive. Not this time. “Just… deep breath, okay, and keep quiet.”

Lily barely moves, but James hisses. She tenses, but all remains quiet. She pets James’ hair, kisses him. He barely kisses back, lips trembling, all of him shaking—whether from pain or because he’s dying. She doesn’t know—she doesn’t want to. He’ll live. She’ll make sure he fucking does. They’re not dying here. Dying here kills everything they ever fought, sacrificed, and died for, all to keep a man hellbent on destroying everything they loved at bay.

She hears the thundering footsteps of the Death Eaters in the distance. It won’t be long before they find them. If she doesn’t move now, if she keeps hesitating, then they will die here. It won’t matter what she wants. She steels herself, looks down at James, curls her hand into a tight fist and pushes her arm along his lips.

“W-what are you doing?” he murmurs.

“Bite on me.”

“What—”

“Do it, Potter; I’m pulling it out in one go.”

She shoves her arm into his mouth as he protests, at the same time pulling the arrow out in one movement. She grits her teeth, a whimper hissing out as James’ teeth sink past her skin. A quiet, muted grunt escapes him—not loud enough for the trap. They stay still for a few seconds, laboured breaths stuttering out.

Then, she gets to work.

She’s best at non-verbal healing spells, but it takes immense concentration. She stitches the wound, stops the poison from running its course, but she can’t expel it. That’s for the healers at St Mungo’s to deal with. For that to happen, they must get out. Now.

The footsteps thunder closer.

“I’ll f-fucking marry y-you after this,” James breathes.

“You’ve already proposed to me,” she jokes, voice low and devoid of humour. It takes all her effort not to let her focus slip.

“N-no, fuck,” he grits his teeth. “I m-mean marry you after t-this. I don’t want to wait. W-we can v-very well die soon and I d-don’t want to d-die without b-becoming your h-husband.”

“Okay. Marry me.” Tears sting her eyes. “Marry me. Let’s have kids.”

“R-really?”

“You want a son, right?” she grins at him, tears falling down her cheeks. “I’ll give you one.”

“I l-love you so m-much.”

“Don’t,” she grits, not mistaking the tone he let slip. “Don’t you dare.”

James nods, falling silent. They need to escape. She props James against her, looking around. Despite the trap being noise-activated, she can still do magic. An idea occurs to her—risky, but it’s their best chance. And it has to be non-verbal. Doubt makes her pause, but one look at James, and she knows it’s a risk she must take.

Holding him against her, she closes her eyes and concentrates. Two spells—both have to be perfect. She steadies her breath. In a split second, explosions thunder overhead. The panels open, and arrows rain towards its direction. At the same time, she grips James and apparates them out of the trap, leaving a loud crack in its wake.

They land on wet grass—the rendezvous point. Lily on her back, an unconscious James in her arms. There’s noise—horror, joy, alarm, familiar, safe, but it’s all fuzzy. She loses sense of everything. It all converges and crashes on her like a wave, dragging her in the rip, weighing down her lids. Her left arm throbs from James’ bite, pinpoints of pain on her shoulders, extreme heat…

But it’s okay.

They’re now safe with the Order, their friends.

So, she lets darkness overtake her.

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beatrixstonehill2 · 10 months

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Jamie walked outside where her older brother and friends were playing football in the expansive yard, as they often did on weekends, drinking and having a good time, practicing for the amateur league a bunch of towns held every year. One of the men, Casey, threw Jamie the ball. She caught it with a look of surprise, acting like she was going to play, smiling and laughing.

"Hey, why not let Jamie play?" Casey asked Jamie's brother, Vince.

"Jamie, why?" Vince said.

"Wasn't she born a guy. Come on, she can fill in for Andrew."

"What happened to Andrew?" Jamie said.

Vince folded his arms. "Welllll, Andrew was like the best player on our team. He moved to Colorado with his fiance last week."

"Shit that sucks."

"Yeah, you caught that thing really well, and I've seen you play soccer and run track, you're a good athlete."

Jamie blushed. "Oh come on! Liiiike seriously? You guys will destroy me."

"What's the issue, afraid of a few men? Rumor has it you've taken a few men at once before at the frat house."

The other guys all whistled and laughed.

"W-Well maybe I did..... but you guys'll just bully me. Since I'm a girl."

"I mean, sort of a girl," Casey said. "You used to be Vince's little brother."

"I guess......" She rolled her eyes.

Vince looked her up and down. "Well..... the prize next summer is like 10k..... Come on, Jamie, join the team. We have like six months to train you up."

"Hmmmm.... well, OK. What would you guys need me to do? Like I said I don't think I can take a tackle too well......"

"Yeah but couldn't you just start being a guy?" Casey said.

"Like what do you mean?"

"Go off that girly medicine and just take a bunch of testosterone. Wouldn't you just become like any other guy since you have a dick?"

"Yeah, I technically would just detransition and become a man, but that's kind of a big ask..... I like being a girl."

"Awww, come on, Jamie," Vince said. "Why not try it out? It'll be fun seeing you go through male puberty and bulk up like a bull. We'll help train you. I don't think mom or dad will care if you decide to be a man."

"Ummmm, you guys...." Jamie bit her lip. "I really don't know, you really want me to become a boy just to join your amateur football thing?"

"Sure, why not? Oh, one problem....."

"What?"

The men were all shirtless. "Our team is always skins, we paint a stripe over our shoulders. You'll have to go topless...."

"B-But I'm like a FF-Cup....."

Casey shrugged. "Yeah but you're still just a guy, right? Technically? Soooo, just take off your top. Doesn't matter if your daddy bought you a fancy set of implants."

Jamie took off her top and tossed it aside. "OK..... happy? Have fun looking at me 'boy-tits'....."

"Damn, they almost look like the real thing."

"Almost," Vince said. "But you're gonna have to ask dad to get rid of them, they already look kind of stupid on you now, but after you bulk up and detransition?"

"Good point," Jamie said, looking down at her round, fake boobs. "I'd imagine you're going to make sure I get really big and muscular so I can play good, right?"

"Of course, as big as possible in the next six months or so."

"Fuck.... OK. I'll ask daddy if I can get my boobs removed next week or so. Gotta get it done now so I can train, right?"

"Exactly! Good thinking, sis--oh, sorry. Little brother."

Jamie blushed, blocking her soon-to-be-removed breasts with her arms. "I guess you guys should show me the ropes? If you don't mind."

"Sure, oh but one more thing."

"What?"

Vince ran over to their gym bag, rifling through, getting out something. He prepared and cleaned a fresh syringe, running back over to Jamie. "Don't worry, most of us take the stuff just to stay competitive. Here, don't move." He pinched Jamie's hip and injected her with a large dose of T, almost with no warning.

Her tiny cock stirred in her panties. She couldn't believe this was happening so fast. She had been living as a girl for over a decade. Now in the blink of an eye she would be transformed into just another roided up muscular gym dude.... Her beautiful body would be totally transformed into a man's, her implants yanked out, no more big bouncy boobs..... And her tiny, girlish cock would become huge and thick.... She already wondered if she'd start liking fucking girls like all these other guys. No more prissy trans girl getting fucked in the ass. She'd be pounding away on thick college girls like the ones from her sorority. Her cock stiffened, picturing all their juicy breasts and asses, their meaty thighs, pot bellies, pregnant bellies, swollen, wet pussies.... all hers to have her way with. She almost greedily zoned out before Vince patted her shoulder.

"You good, Jamie?"

"Oh, of course! Thank you, Vince. I can't wait to become a guy and play with you all.... let's hope we win!"

#mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #detrans kink

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ateez-ana · 5 months

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ana-lphabet

A: Abs are great and all, but have you tried a nap recently? Amazing for stress relief.

B: but I'm basically the Beyoncé of… well, making funny faces during practice

C: Can you see my forhead.... yes atiny i do have one look its rigth here

D : Did someone order extra drama? Because Wooyoung just walked in.

E: Excuse me while I fangirl over Mingi for the hundredth time.

F: Feeling fierce on stage? Absolutely! But off-stage, I'm just a fluffy friend who loves to frolic

G: Gatekeeping is an option when it about hongjoong

H: Hey Mingi, can you help me hide from san? I forgot a move

I: If you see me talking to myself, don't worry, I'm just having a highly productive brainstorming session

J: jumping jack' champion here.... i accidentally ate Mingi's protein bars again.

K: karate move fail during practice. Ended up kicking seonghwa in the shin instead.

L: lullabies with johno he ended up hitting notes so low, they sounded like lonely whales

M: Mommy me?? ok atiny

N: Not sure what's harder: these dance routines or that yeosang remembers Mingi's birthday

O: Obsessed with Ateez? Don't worry, it's not a phase

P: police! San's outfit is so 'polychromatic' it's kind of 'psychedelic'. I think I'm seeing double

Q: QYUUUUU

R: R.I.P hongjoog hair

S: SEXY SEXY YEOSANG ITS SO SEXY

T: Tried to teach Mingi some meditation techniques. He ended up snoring so loud, it sounded like a motorcycle

V: vitamines that i stole from Yeosang's room

W: Wooyoung keeps 'whistling' away my snacks! He's such a little 'whistle-blowing weasel

X: eX man

Y: you know how we know that we know that we need to know

Z: Zoom in zoom in

#ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #ateez 9th member

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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Coco Addiction

Coco: Hey, Arc!

Jaune: Coco?

Coco: I’ve noticed you been getting pretty close to my bunny again; Didn’t I tell you to back off?

Jaune: Can’t you tell, Velvet to leave me alone? You know she’s been hounding after me ever since she found out I was a dragon faunas. I’ve been keeping my distance from her, she’s gotten… Weird.

Coco: Quit playing around, Arc! I’ve got my eyes on you; hands off my bunny, or else!

Jaune: …

Jaune: What’s your game, Coco?

Coco: My game? What are you talking about?

Jaune: This isn’t like you, Coco; The only time you’ve ever hounded a person like this before is when some racist bigot was actually hurting, Velvet. And, since you’re so protective of your, Bun-Bun you watch her like a hawk. So you’ve seen how she’s behaving around me, you know that I have done nothing, but keep her away from me. So, what’s your game, Coco?

Coco: There is no game, I just want you to stay away from her.

Jaune: Ahhh~! You’re not trying to stop, Velvet from getting together with me are you.

Coco: What are you talking about?

Jaune: You’re trying to get my attention, you’re trying to get me to notice you, aren’t you?

Coco: Pff, why would I do that?

Jaune: Because you’re interested in me. Romantically I might say.

Coco: Pff! Why would I be interested in you?

Jaune: Then why aren’t you looking at me?

Coco: I am looking at you.

Jaune: With your face, yes, but not your eyes. I can see you’re eyes through your glasses, Coco.

Coco: Pff! No you can’t!

Jaune: I can see the smug of your eye shadow on your left eye.

Coco: Wait, really?!

As, Coco removed her sunglasses, she pulled out a pocket mirror, and inspected her eye, and she did in fact, have a smug around her left eye.

Coco: Holy shit! How the hell did you even… AHH?!

As, Coco’s attention was drawn away, Jaune pounced. He gently grasped her chin in his hands forcing her to look deep into his eyes. If this was any other person she would have decked him with the force of a train. But, all, Coco could do was freeze up as a deep blush spread across her face.

Jaune: Well, well, well~! If anyone dared to grab you, much less like this you would have crushed them harder than a car compactor. And, yet… You’re blushing. Why is that? Hmm?

Coco: I-I-I… Uhh…?!

Jaune: Such beautiful chocolate eyes… Why do you hide them behind such thick shades?

Coco: B-Bright lights h-h-hurt my eyes!

Jaune: Is it also to hide how adorable you are when you blush?

Coco: The hell did you become so smooth! Where’s the blushing virgin?!

Jaune: First off: I haven’t been a virgin in years.

Coco: You’re not?!

Jaune: Second: I’ve been dealing with all this faunas crap, so I’ve had to… Grow a spine as it were. Show people whose the king. So tell me, why are you doing this? Why are you trying to pick a fight when there is no fight to win. At least with me.

Coco: W-Well… I-I’m not sure… Honest! Just seeing how, Velvet acts around you I’ve been keeping an eye on you. And… I’ve just gotten…intrigued.

Jaune: Hmmm… I’ll buy that. So what shall we do then… No. what will you do?

Coco: I… I don’t know…

Jaune: Hmm… Well, there’s no rush. Take your time, Coco. Just be careful, you may miss your chance.

Jaune gave her a devilish smile as he walked away.

Jaune: Till later then~!

Coco: T-Till later…

As soon as, Jaune left, Coco slide down to the ground with her hand over heart as she fanned herself with her hand. She gave a low whistle as finally managed to collect herself.

Coco: Damn… No wonder he’s got so many girls wrapped around his finger…

Pyrrha: In more than one way at that.

Coco: Ahh! Pyrrha? When did you get here.

Pyrrha: As soon as, Jaune grabbed your chin. So, you interested in becoming a part of the harem?

Coco: …

Coco: If I did… Would I be able to play with you as well as, Jaune?

Pyrrha: Hmmm…

Pyrrha: How roomy is that supply closet over there?

Coco: Roomy enough.

Pyrrha: Okay, let’s go have some fun then, shall we~?

(Click)

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This feels like a logical out come the two may embrace.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #coco adel #jaune x coco #coco x jaune #pyrrha x jaune #jaune x pyrrha #rwby arkos

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didyoutrydynamite · 1 year

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Charlotte and Lucien meet Harriet during them coming to visit their son. Do they find out that she and their son having something going on, or are they clueless about it like most others?

Harriet: Hey, Jaune, what the hell? You didn't show up. You could have at least left a message if you were going to bail.

Jaune: Oh crap! I'm so sorry! I totally got distracted, you see my-

Lucien: Hey there! Sorry if we kept Jaune from you today, we sort of just dropped in.

Charlotte: So very sorry! Jaune, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?

Jaune: *Sweatdrop* Y-Yeah. Mom and Dad, this is Harriet Bree. Harriet, these are my parents Charlotte and Lucien Arc.

Harriet: *Stiffens up and suddenly feels strangely nervous and bashful* H-Hello! W-Welcome to Atlas. T-Thankyou for putting your son in my care. *Slight bow.*

Charlotte: *Tilts her head quizzically* In your care? How so?

Harriet: *Internally screams* (SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!)

Jaune: *Panics* S-She's an Atlesian Specialist! Sometimes they come to Bulwark to help the students train!

Lucien: *Whistles* Atlesian Specialist huh? Those guys are no joke. How old are you?

Harriet: *Blush hard* I-I'm only seven years older than your son!

Charlotte/ Lucien: *Leans back in surprise from the outburst*

Jaune: *Internally dying from embarrassment*

Charlotte: I see... and what were you two meeting up for again?

Jaune: T-Training! She's my personal trainer. We have an arrangement to meet after school on Mondays-

Harriet: -B-But only to train! N-Nothing else! (GODDAMNIT HARRIET YOU'RE A SPEC-OPS SOLDIER. GET A GRIP!)

Lucien: *Lightbulb goes off in his head and suddenly feels ten times more proud of his son.* Whoa.

Charlotte: *Smells blood in the water and gets a predatory glint in her eye like she found delicious prey.* Oh~? Well isn't that courteous? Harriet, would you like to join the three of us for dinner? It's the least we can do in favor of looking out for our son~

Harriet: T-Thankyou, but I think I left the oven on- *Suddenly feels her hand in a vice grip*

Charlotte: *Holding onto Harriet's hand* Please. I insist. Now, what's your opinion on children?

Harriet: *Sweating bullets*

#jaune arc #harriet bree #lucien arc #charlotte arc #energizer

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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1. I'm looking for two fics.

A) The first is a modern AU where LWJ is a doctor who finds WWX in his hospjtal after disappearing after a school fire years ago. He later learns WWX donated many organs to JC after the fire and was dumped by the Jiangs afterwards, which is why LWJ won't let the Lan partner with them.

B) The second is set (I think) after WWX's death, and is about LWJ collecting portraits of him that were done by an artist he met in Yiling before the siege. I think the artist wanted to show who the Yiling Pateiarch really was or something.Thank you as always for all the hard work you and the fic detectives do!

1A)

FOUND! Step by step by apathyinreverie (T, 12k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, modern, not Jiang friendly, not JFM or YZY friendly, guilt, fluff, past angst, flashbacks, protective LWJ, soft WWX, family, friendship, getting together, established relationship, hurt/comfort, organ donation)

1B)

FOUND! In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, wangxian, major character death (WWX), The Power of Yiling Laozu Sexy)

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2. Hi again! I have an ask for the next FicFinder that this falls into. There was this one fic I read maybe back in 2021, where wangxian had had more than just Sizhui as a kid (i think it was two) and their youngest kid got lost and everybody was going crazy searching for him. The kid is eventually found by Wen Ning, thinking he was about to find wwx, because the kid was whistling like he’d seen wwx do and after all is said and done, the kid had to promise not to do it again. I think in this fic wwx was referred to as “mama” and it could possibly be an abo verse? I’m unsure as it has been a while, but if anyone can find anything, I’m super grateful! Thanks in advance 😁💜

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3. Hello! I don't remember much of the fic, but I recall there was a specific part of madam Yu getting whipped by zidian. And this was a time travel fic; lan zhan went back to the past a bit before wei ying arrived at gusu lan. Last I remember reading this fic was in 2021, and thank you so much for your help! :) @suriaster

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4. hello! I read a fic a while ago and want to reread it but I can't find it 😭 it was a modern au where lwj knew wwx in high school (they weren't friends though) then wwx went missing and like 3 years post high school they reconnected. lwj is either a librarian or he just really likes books. he goes to visit wwx and ayuan, they're living with the other wens at some farm and granny wen makes them a plate of snacks and lwj ends up staying the night. at some point him and wwx go to a farmers market where the wens sell their crops and lwj and wwx wander around. also, lwj reads like 5 books throughout and the author had linked them in the end notes, that's why I'm trying to find it again sjfbdjf so I can read those books. anyways thank you for your help!! @cryiling

FOUND! Flying in silver moonlight by twigofwillow (G, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Non-Magical, this is set in America, LWJ POV, Mostly Fluff, lil bit of angst just for seasoning, Found Family, Librarian LWJ, farmers market WWX, greenhouse au, [Podfic of] Flying in silver moonlight and in this close hand by exmanhater)

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5. Hi! I hope to find this wx bnha au fic where wwx is an (supposed) quirkless inventor (but actually can manipulate resentmen but choose to hide it) and ceo of his self-made company which provides heroes with cool and innovative equipment with a name like Wi-fi industries or smth and he's also single father with teenager or uni student wei sizhui who works at reception here. basically it starts w twin jades requesting him to improve their weapons, lwj falls head over heels for our genius boi who is not at all opposed to his advances, and they also uncover jgs's plot taking over all sects w helps of jgy and xy (who also manipulates resentment) while being shamelessly in love w eo. I definitely remember that the name of this fic goes like "free wi-fi for heroes" but I couldn't find it anywhere :( I would greatly appreciate if u can find this fic

FOUND? Free Wifi for Heroes by JJSparrow (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pro Heroes, Switching, Engineer!WWX, Hero!LWJ, CEO!WWX,Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Inventor!WWX, Top! LWJ, Top! WWX, Bottom! LWJ, Bottom! WWX, Explicit Sexual Content, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, First Kiss, First Time)

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6. Hi! I am looking for a smut fic I read a while back. In it, post-canon, married wangxian are on a nighthunt and wwx gets turned into a tentacle monster from the waist down. He can’t move around on land and is stuck in a particular pool until it wears off, so he and lwj have some fun and act out a couple of roleplay scenarios. Thank you for the work that you do!

FOUND! slip'n'slime by la_dissonance (E, 7k, wangxian, post-canon, PWP, tentacles, slime, kink exploration, roleplay, bottom LWJ, light bondage, established relationship)

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7. hi! I’m trying to find this one wangxian fic where Lan Zhan stumbles across his mother’s family. Wangxian is sort of the background here, with Lan Zhan and his relationship with his long-lost relatives being the focus. His mother’s family are all tailors/clothesmakers. There was a scene early on where Lan Zhan has to tell his grandparents what happened to their daughter and it broke my heart so good, I just HAVE to reread it. If you could help me, I’d very much appreciate it!! @knightcorvidae

NOT FOUND! Gentian Seeds by yuyu_finale (T, 9k, WangXian, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, at first, Post-Canon, later on, Mentioned Madam Lán, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, but literally, some elements of character study, Soft WangXian)

FOUND! The Same Cloth by x_los (T, 8k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Case Fic, Aftermath of a Case, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Family Secrets, Clothing Porn, Worldbuilding, Government, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Married Life, Character Study, Post-Canon)

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8. Hello! I read this fic around Feb - March 2022.. so it should be written around that time or earlier. I think it was a PWP fic.. Wei Ying points out to Lan Zhan that they're breaking a lot of rules but Lan Zhan doesn't care and they actually make love against the wall of discipline / wall of rules to show "to hell with those rules" hehehe. hope you're able to find it. thank you!

FOUND! Just the Scent of You by Alliandra (E, 9k, wangxian, post-canon, PWP, masturbation, bondage, inappropriate use of so many things)

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9. Hello, I need help finding a fic, it was a modern AU where Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are at Chinese school summer camp and they are performing in a talent show? Lan Zhan played the guqin and then he met with Wei Ying backstage who was going to do a fashion show in a dress and Lan Zhan had a reaction ykwim. I think the author was diaspora, please help!

FOUND? 知往鉴今 | through the mirror of days past by dragongirlG (E, 3k, wangxian, modern, cloud recesses study arc, summer camp, USA au, underage masturbation, mentions of racist microaggressions, crossdressing, music, family angst, Chinese diaspora, LWJ pov)

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10. Hello, for the next fic finder, I would like help finding a fic I lost… there isn’t much to say other than Wangxian share a double ended dildo.

FOUND? stars against the setting sun by errant_id (ofmindelans), GhostyFlute (E, 10k, WangXian, War Prize WWX, war prize LWJ, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Fuck Or Die, Bad Guys Made Them Do It, dubcon, Collars, Exhibitionism, Forced Nudity, Humiliation, Dacryphilia, Sex Toys, Tenderness, threats of sexual assault, Rule 63, Female LWJ/Female WWX, Aphrodisiacs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Public Sex, Embedded Images) might be this one, tho it's wlw wangxian

FOUND? a body to hold your heart by bleuett (E, 14k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Light Dom/sub, Dom LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Omega/Omega, Anal Sex, Rimming, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Porn with Feelings, omega wwx, Omega LWJ)

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11. Hello! Can you help me find this fic? I think it was in jin ling pov. He found someone (wwx) in one of the room at lotus pier. He then talk to wwx and start to visit him in secret. One day he found out by jc. Jc became angry and start blaming wwx. Jin ling ask jc to stop (if i remember correctly).

It's a short fic. I don't remember if it was part of drabble or oneshot fic or chaptered fic (if it was, it not more than 3 chapter). Well, that all that i can remember. Thank you

FOUND? ❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut) it sounds very similar but it's a long fic

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12. Does anybody remember that fic where a series of people curse Wei Wuxian but it plays in his and Lan Wangji's favour? Like he's cursed to never marry a woman, but never mind he's got his husband? I remember he got pregnant at one point too.

FOUND! Twitter Threadfic Archive by aubreyli (M, 34k, WangXian, WenZhou, originally posted on twitter) chapter 4 i think

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13. hello! Looking for a modern au Wangxian fic where WWX is in an accident and has to stay with LWJ to recover because he has a broken leg. There is a very awkward bathing scene.

FOUND? Almost Lover by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 37k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst, But with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hospital Scenes, Dubious Medical Science, Friends With Benefits, Traumatic Injury, mention of past WWX/WQ)

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14. Hello! I am looking for a fic where Lan Zhan is new in town, but a known dom in the scene, and gets paired with Wei Ying for a BDSM demonstration. They decide to practice ahead of time, Lan Zhan ties Wei Ying up, Wei Ying says, "so we're fucking after this, right?" and Lan Zhan's like, "no negotiation during a scene"

FOUND? Never Let Me Hit The Ground by phnelt (M, 1k, WangXian, PWP, Rope Bondage, Shibari, Predicament Bondage, Suspension)

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15. Hi. I have been searching everywhere for this one fic. Basically it’s a modern AU where Lan Wangji offers to drive Wei Wuxian to his family’s celebration of an event after no one else is able to give him a ride. I think they previously dated but they broke up. At one point they sleep on a mattress and they end up getting back together in the end. Sorry this isn’t much to go on. @mistress9-saturn

FOUND! The Nines of Winter by ArcadianMaggie (E, 13k, WangXian, Modern AU, Snowed In, Sharing a Bed, Hot Cocoa, Getting Back Together, home for the holidays, Dongzhi, Puppy rescue, Panic Attacks, Fluff and Smut, and family feels, Hand Jobs, Kissing, First Time)

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16. Hi! There is a fic where LZ takes the sword meant for WY at the battlefield instead of jiang yanli. Lz almost dies and lxc finds him like that. He thinks wy killed him and banishes him from near his brother. LXC keeps LWJ alive through a soul bond(?) between brothers and take him to qinghe to recovery instead of cloud recesses with nie mingjue. Lwj stays there in a coma for like 13 years. LXC asks the lans to keep the matter of LWJ being alive hidden from wwx. Lxc hates wwx.

Before losing conciousness lwj asks lxc to pardon wwx. Lxc asks his sect to not kill wwx.

In the meantime WY thinks he gravely injured lz and goes to cloud recesses to seek punishment, there he hears that LZ is dead from LQR and lan elders. WY screams gutwrenchingly and by thing LQR realises that WY actually loved LZ. But he cannot tell anything to wy because lxc forbade him.

I think wwx receives the 33 lashes? but I'm not sure. He stays at cloud recesses and WY's psyche gets worse and worse through the years.

LWJ wakes after 13 years

After 13 nhs asks wy to come to qinghe and sends him a map to the place. Nhs doesn't tell wy lwj is alive.

Wwx at this point reallt believes that lwj is dead.

At unclean realm wy finds lwj w lxc and thinks he is a hallucination and breaks down. His mental state is so fucking sad it takes him a long while to accept lwj is real. Lwj is also mad at lxc because he has asked lxc to make sure wwx is okay yet wwx mental state is in shambles because lxc hid lwj being alive from wwx.

FOUND! If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

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17. Hello Mods and Tumblr in general, I've come here to say I've done it again... I've lost the name of the fic I wanted to re read. All that I can remember is a chapter where Lan Zhan and Wei Ying spar heavily against each other and that Wei Ying got to take advanced talisman classes in fic. Please Help.

FOUND! 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 528k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

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18. Hello! I want to find a fic which had post canon (?)wangxian at a family banquet. It was all about them being happily married. The specific scene I remember is that at the banquet, Wei Wuxian knew that lwj liked a specific kind of shrimp, and peeled a lot for him and nudged it his way. Then he looked up and saw everyone was blushing over the romance and lwj looking smug. I hope someone remembers which fic this is. Thank you so much!

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19. hi! looking for a specific xuexiao fic where xiao xingchen knows who xue yang is and the reveal happens when he says his real name midway through sex. lines i half remember include something about xue yang being immediately himself, and "well shit, daozhang" which took me tf out. i can't find it anymore and i'm going insane

FOUND? For Sore Eyes by jeejaschocolate (E, 30k, XueXiao, Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Canon Disabled Character, Insane Characters, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon Backstory, Lies, Hair Washing, Hair Braiding, Bathing/Washing, Kissing, Body Worship, Affection, Anal Sex, Difficult Romance, Porn with Feelings, Misunderstandings, Mentions of erotica, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anal Fingering, Switching, Emotional Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Ass Play, Love Confessions) It Is part of a series and in the last chapter there Is the scene in which he calls out Xue Yang name

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20. I'm trying to re-find a time travel fic where WWX falls from the cliff and lands in modern times where he's taken to a hospital and they think he was a victim of golden core theft. He asks the Lan doctor if she knows Lan Zhan, and she's like, the immortal leader of our sect? @marbleglove

FOUND! Confusion by Vrishchika (Not Rated, 4k, WangXian, Time Travel, Tumblr Prompt)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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pinkhairandpokemon · 5 months

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[Attached: An audio recording. It starts off with static again, but instead of fading out after a while like the others, it remains overlayed over the muffled voices you can pick up. You think you can hear Blake, and a few other unfamiliar ones, but it’s hard to tell…

Blake(?): “F-ck! Th— —ing is t— go-d-mn str—-!”

???: “W- jus- h—e to wea—n it l-ttle b- —ttle! D-n’t g—e up!”

???: “Pyrr-us! Us- Coll-s-on C—rse!”

Blake(?): “K-ppa! Sn-p- Sh—!”

There’s the sound of… either glass or rock shattering, you aren’t able to tell. But soon after, the audio goes to complete static again. Before finally, it clears…

Blake: “…Lord N?”

N: “Yes, Blake?”

From the sounds of their voices, they sound a bit out of breath, like they’d been walking for a long time.

Blake: “I… uh- uh…”

N: “Are you alright? I know it’s a lot of stairs, we can stop and take a breath if you-”

Blake: “It- it isn’t the st-stairs.”

N: “Oh. Then what’s wrong?”

Blake: “I-I don’t… I…”

Blake’s voice wavers, as if they’re about to cry. You hear N take a few steps down the set of stairs towards them, tone laced with worry.

N: “Woah, hey, what is it now?”

Blake: “I-I don’t… I don’t wanna do this, I-”

N: “…Blake?”

Blake: “N-No matter how many times I try to wrap my head around it, how many times I try to listen to your reasoning, it- I can’t- I can’t- I still don’t want to tear people and Pokémon away from each other, it’s not- it’s not-”

N: “Wha-? Blake, come on, we already talked about this…”

Blake: “I-I know we did! But- I j-just…”

Blake: “It’s- it’s not just my brain overthinking or worrying pointlessly over everything again. I know what that feels like. It’s like… it’s not my brain telling me it this time, it’s my heart. No matter what way I-I try to spin it, I can never convince my heart that it’s right…”

N: “…”

Blake: “…N, we can’t go through with this. We just can’t. I don’t know any alternative way to stop Pokémon from suffering, but- but this isn’t it. It can’t be. I can’t imagine separating someone like Cole from their Pokémon… I can’t imagine being separated from Axew.”

You can hear Blake reach out to grab the king’s hand.

Blake: “S-so please… let’s put an end to this. B-Before it gets any worse. It’s- it’s not too late to find a different solution!”

Blake: “Please…”

There’s a long, long beat of silence. If it hadn’t been for the wind whistling through whatever place they are in this audio, you would’ve thought the recording had stopped.

Then, you hear N yank his hand away.

Blake: “L-Lord N…?”

N: “Blake…”

N: “As… unfortunate it is to hear all of that, I… understand. And I won’t try to change the way that you feel.”

N: “But you need to understand that this is my destiny. When I was younger, I never knew why I was gifted with the ability to understand the hearts of Pokémon, and not anyone else. But then Ghetsis showed me what humans do to them, and I finally understood.”

Blake: “I know, but…”

N: “If I don’t use my abilities to save the Pokémon of this world, then what? What else would I be good for?”

N: “This is what my heart is telling me. It’s what it’s been telling me four years now. That my destiny, my purpose, is to help create that ideal world that Pokémon deserve. Not to stand by and just let their suffering continue!”

Blake: “But is this really the way to do that? I’m not saying you have to give up on helping Pokémon, I’m just asking you to reconsider-”

N: “It isn’t your job to ask anything of me!”

Another heavy silence falls.

Blake: “…”

N: “I…”

N: “I’m… I’m sorry. But my mind has already long been made up.”

N: “If you’re really not willing to follow through, then by all means, stay behind. But I have the power to fix the world right in my hand- I’m not about to waste it.”

Without another word, N turns and you hear his footsteps disappear up the stairs. Blake sucks in a deep breath, trying to force down their panic, before dashing after him.

Blake: “Lord N! Wait-!”

The audio fades back to static, then ends.]

———

(( OOC: not-choppy transcript of the beginning part; kinda contains spoilers???

Blake(?): “Fuck! This thing is too goddamn strong!”

???: “We just have to weaken it little by little! Don’t give up!”

???: “Pyrrhus! Use Collision Course!”

Blake(?): “Kappa! Snipe Shot!” ))

#pb takeover #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokemon #pokemon oc #pokemon rp #trainer blake

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 1 year

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Reincarnation au: a-z fun facts

A - Ao Lie is Mei's peepaw and legal guardian

B - Bi Wukong

C - Casanova is a nickname Macaque gave Ma even though it's totally in an ironic sense

D - DBK is also called the Purple Ox

E - Erlang Shen shows up (a few times)

F - Five arcs are planned

G - Muzha hits someone with guitar

H - Huntsman whistles a creepy version of Spin Spider Spin

I - "In deeds and in words" is the current name of the story

J - Ji-Ji is what I call Jiutian Xuannü cause it's a lot shorter

K - The Skeleton Key is used again

L - Macaque is lactose intolerant

M - Mo can talk

N - Nezha probably shows up less then his brother Muzha

O - Demon Olympics special

P - PIF is known as the best thief in all of China

Q - Qi is Wukong's last name now, Qi Wukong and Qi Xiaotian.

R - Rumble, Savage and Macaque see each other as brothers because they see it as being triplets

S - Shadowpeach (eventually)

T - Tang is polyglot

U - U all should know there is some retconning

V - (uh freebie) Sandy, DBK, and Ruyi used to all be very close, they are brothers who grew a part

W - Wukong and Bai He have dyslexia

X - (Another Freebie) Red Son and Macaque go by Red/Hong Hai'er and Mac until they learn their past selves names

Y - Yigong city is the name of the demon city Wukong has to protect

Z - (Last Freebie) Wukong gets a sword :3 as he doesn't want to use the staff because he thinks it rightfully belongs to MK

#reincarnation au #2nd chances au #au fun facts #lots of wukong #sorry #wukong has the bi + sword energy

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shiningwonderland · 9 months

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Camus (All Star)

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

Love End — Absolute Zero Emotion

Camus-senpai sings under the dazzling lights.

He’s beautiful....

His figure charms the audience, from the way his hair flutters down to the tip of his outstretched hands.

And his voice immediately captivated the audience.

His delivery was unlike anything he had ever sung before.

I noticed it instantly.

He was just as elegant and full of passion as ever.

But at the same time, he sounded very tender.

He who rarely displayed his emotions was now making no effort to hide his affection.

It conveyed “I love you” better than any words could ever. It was a solemn song, graceful, yet somewhat melancholy, like itself was a prayer.

I fell in love listening to him.

I become lost in the sight of him, in his singing, unable to think of anything else.

Senpai finished singing as I watched him on stage, caught up in the heat of the moment.

Thunderous applause and cheers swept throughout the venue.

Suddenly, a warm breeze blew from somewhere, and I looked up.

Haruka: Ah…

The formerly overcast sky began to clear up—

Cecil: The curse… has broken.

A voice caught my attention and I turned my head. Cecil-san had been standing there for some time.

Cecil: Amazing... I never thought Camus could sing a song like this.

Haruka: Cecil-san…

Cecil: Haruka. I have always known that your music could produce miracles.

Cecil: But if one does not love music, love you, and sing with utmost sincerity, no miracle will occur. Really… that man …

Cecil-san rubbed at his eyes and looked at me again with a smile.

Cecil: Congratulations, Haruka. I wish you all the best.

Haruka: T...Thank you.

The sky continued to clear.

Cecil-san helped me to my feet and gave me a light push.

At once, I began to move as though ice had thawed.

I made my way to the exit amidst the continuous applause.

The festival was still underway.

I, however, wanted to see Senpai again as soon as possible.

I had just reached the venue's exit against a backdrop of cheers when I heard the president's booming voice from the stage behind me.

Saotome: Resultsss are innnn!!

I turned to look back.

I saw the president raising the microphone high in the air and striking a pose.

Saotome: The Shining Song Festival's prestigious Grand Prize goes toooooooooo…

Saotome: Mr. Camus!!

The president turned toward the wings of the stage and held out his hands.

And yet… Camus-senpai didn't walk out.

Huh…?

Haruka: Senpai…?

Saotome: Oh my, oh my, looks like I got the timing wrong here. ….Now, Mr. Camus. Come on!!

The president held out his hands one more time.

But Senpai still didn’t appear.

At no point did he end up coming out.

Saotome: Hmm? Mr. Camus!?

I wonder what happened.

At no point did he end up coming out.

Haruka: Senpai…

Camus: Did you call for me?

I was startled by the sudden voice coming from behind me, and when I turned to look, I found Camus-senpai standing there, the man who was still meant to be on the stage right now.

Haruka: C-Camus-senpai?!

He quickly put a finger to my lips as I raised my voice.

Camus: Shh… Keep it down. ...Come.

He pulled me by the arm out of the venue before I could even ask him anything.

I walked outside with him leading me by the hand.

In the distance the president could still be heard on stage calling for Senpai.

Haruka: B-But… Senpai, he’s still calling for…

Camus: The result was announced. I hear no complaints. ...Get on.

Senpai whistles, and with a whine, a white horse trots up to him.

Haruka: H-Huh? W-What…

I remained bewildered as he swiftly mounted the horse and reached out his hand to me.

I accepted his hand, and he easily pulled me up on the horse.

Haruka: Senpa…

He sat me down in the same way I had arrived, and silently pulled on the reins. The horse let out a single whinny and in no time at all, we were off.

Haruka: S-Senpai… The song festival and… Are you sure...?

We arrived at a park far from the venue, and he stopped his horse by the lake located in the center of the park.

He dismounted first and then offered his hand to help me down in silence.

Haruka: U-Um…

I stood on the ground, and in front of me, he gave a formal bow.

Camus: I have returned, My precious.

He gently takes my hand and kisses the back of it softly.

Haruka: S-Senpai?!

He kept his head lowered, as if he were addressing a princess. Camus: You have saved both my country and its sovereign. Haruka Nanami-sama, I would like to humbly express my gratitude on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen and the people of Silk Palace.

Camus: You have brought forth miracles with your music, and wicked influences have been banished. So long as you continue to compose, our country will flourish.

Camus: I deeply apologize for my previous insolence. You are the savior of Silk Palace.

He got on his knee and bowed more deeply.

Haruka: Please raise your head. All I did was write a song meant for you…

Camus: I cannot raise my head without your express permission, Haruka-sama.

Camus: Are you… willing to forgive this man?

Haruka: Y-Yes. I forgive you. So please…

Camus: Hmm. That's good to hear.

He straightened himself with a grin on his face.

His modest demeanor disappeared in a flash, revealing his usual self.

Camus: Now, here’s my thanks.

Haruka: O-Okay…

I nodded my head awkwardly, and he smiled again.

Camus: This song was performed bearing the significant responsibility of saving Her Majesty's life. While it is inherently impossible to avoid falling victim to the burden of that duty...

Singing at the song festival I… was enjoying myself.

Haruka: Senpai…

Camus: An impossible story. I swore an oath to live only for Her Majesty's sake, and believed things like personal pleasures did not exist in this world.

I never imagined something could exist in this world that could make my heart sing with such joy.

Haruka. Let me thank you again. You saved me as well.

Haruka: Oh no… I really only wanted you to sing for me…

He looked at me with a smile on his face as I stood there perplexed.

He seemed to have understood everything I had put into the song.

Reality quickly set in as I heard the sound of tree branches swaying in the wind.

Camus-senpai is right in front of me.

He really came back to me.

As soon as my surprise and confusion subsided, I suddenly became very aware that we were alone together and my heart began to race.

I wonder why I couldn't bring myself to look him in the face despite the fact we've been living in the same house for a long time.

Haruka: U-Um…

The things about his homeland, the things that are to come, and then… addressing his feelings. My… feelings.

There were so many things I wanted to confirm when I saw him, so many things I wanted to tell him, but grew so overwhelmed that the words wouldn't come out right.

Haruka: Camus-senpai…

Camus: What is it? Do you prefer for me to behave as I did earlier? Your wish is my command. I will obey whatever you order me to do.

Haruka: N-no. I like you as you are, Camus-senpai. Please keep being you.

Camus: Hmph. You’re too thoughtful. They are both me, I'm no different on the inside.

Haruka: W-Was it a good idea to leave the song festival...?

Camus: We won the contest, it should be fine. There's no need to worry about you not being able to stay with the agency.

Haruka: But… if the president is upset with you…

Camus: ...I couldn't help it. I couldn't stay any longer after I sang. I couldn't wait any more.

Haruka: Well… Why is that?

He averted his gaze, looking a little embarrassed.

Camus: ….. Nothing… Don’t worry about it.

The horse beside us snorted, as if teasing us.

Haruka: That reminds me… Um, where exactly did this horse come from…?

Senpai looked a little amused when I asked him the question.

Camus: He'll be upset hearing you talk like that. You've been living together for months.

Haruka: Uh… What…? For months? Could it be…

Haruka: Is it… Alexander?

Horse: Woof!!

Camus: No barking, Alexander. If you are my dog, then act the part of a perfect horse.

Horse: …Nyeeh

Well, Alexander has magically been transformed into a horse.

The reason why he had snuck out of his day care was to go get Senpai.

Haruka: What a good boy, Alexander.

Horse: Wo-... Nyeeh

Senpai and I shared a laugh.

Camus: By the way, I believe you had something you wanted to say.

Haruka: Yes. Right…

I started to speak, but then stopped myself.

Now that the ice had melted, Senpai had to return back to his country to serve his queen.

I was afraid that if I asked him anything, this wonderful moment would end....

We watched the moonlit lake in silence for a while.

And then....

The following days were pretty hectic.

After Camus-senpai won the Grand Prize, I officially joined the Shining Office as a professional composer, and was faced with a workload and responsibilities far greater than those before my debut.

Camus-senpai returned to the Silk Palace to help the queen in her recovery.

Handling the aftermath of the incident seemed to be taking longer than expected, and there were many days when we could not get in touch with each other again.

But… Camus-senpai said he’d be back in Japan soon.

That was because一

Queen: ...Haruka Nanami. The Muse incarnate, do you hear me?

Haruka: Y-Yes! It’s been a while, Your Highness.

Queen: …I don't see the need for you to use honorifics with me…

Haruka: B-But you’re the queen…

Queen: …Nevermind then. I wanted to talk about this visit to Japan. I have a few questions for you who know the country so well…

一That was because the circumstances in Silk Palace have changed dramatically since then.

I admit that I'm still skeptical over the idea that the song I wrote for the Song Festival broke the curse.

But it was true that the queen was released and that it was accepted by both the people of the Silk Palace and the people of the Agna Palace as it being the power of the goddess of music, the Muse.

Not only was the curse broken by the Muse, but the Queen, who had now recovered from being frozen, was much more powerful than ever before.

There was no longer any need for her to marry Cecil-san and the engagement was broken off with surprisingly little effort.

On top of that, she's been able to leave her palace more frequently as long as she's in good shape, and has plans to make a private visit to Japan in the near future.

Camus-senpai commented how he’s never seen her so happy before.

However, the effects of the song were only temporary...

Several weeks after the song festival, I was summoned to the office by the president.

Haruka: I wonder what this is all about…

Haruka: Excuse me…

In the office stood the president, spectacular as ever, and…

Camus-senpai.

Haruka: Camus-senpai!

Shining: Hahaha! You look surprised! Mr. Camus just returned to Japan a short while ago!

Haruka: Senpai… Um… Welcome back.

Camus: Thank you... This time I'm really “back”.

After looking at me for a moment, he turned to the president again and humbly bowed his head.

Camus: I will continue my report. We have recently learned that the restoration of Her Majesty’s power is merely temporary.

Camus: As such, it is essential to continually solicit the muse's power to protect the country.

Camus: For this reason, I have been assigned a new mission to continue singing in Japan.

Haruka: In Japan… Then…

Shining: Excellent! This must mean YOU have to continue being an idol! Oh I sure do hope so!

Shining: I don't want to lose Mr. Camus and this young lady can only write her best music with YOU.

Haruka: H-He’s right… I’m sorry.

Shining: Then… allow me to recruit you once again. I ask that you continue to sing as an official Shining Agency idol from this point forward.

Shining: And not acting as a secret agent for the queen this time!!

The president winked at us beneath his sunglasses, and both Camus-senpai and I bowed our heads.

After confirming our schedule for resuming activities with the president and thanking him once more, we walked out into the hallway.

Haruka: Camus-senpai… singing in Japan…

Strengthening the queen’s power for the protection of Silk Palace by singing in Japan must be your most important mission yet.

Does that mean… he’ll be moving here permanently…?

I walked alongside him and glanced up at the side of his face.

Camus: ….

Senpai remained silent for a while, but after a short walk, he cleared his throat.

Camus: I’m sure you know that I will be taking a few days off prior to going back to work full-time.

Haruka: I did. And I’m glad to hear it. You need some rest…

Camus: You’re right. Opportunities like this don’t come around often…. Shall we go on a trip? You and me.

He averted his gaze looking a little embarrassed, and of course, he quickly added that it'd be fine if I didn't want to.

Haruka: I’d love to go… together.

He broke out into a smile at my answer.

Several days later, Camus-senpai and I returned to the same inn we had visited for a previous recording assignment with Alexander.

Despite it being the same place, the atmosphere was completely different this time.

Alexander also seemed very happy to be able to spend quality time with his owner.

Alexander: Bark bark bark bark!

Although there are plenty of places to visit outside of the inn, it was nice to be able to relax with just the two of us (and Alexander).

We stayed in a room on the first floor facing the garden, enjoying leisurely time together for the first time in a while, keeping Alexander company.

It was perfect that the inn was pet-friendly, and each of the rooms on the first floor had its own individual open-air hot spring bath.

Camus: You know… it’s very curious.

With his eyes narrowed on Alexander, who was currently playing with a ball, Camus-senpai spoke up.

Haruka: Senpai…?

Camus: I was the one who proposed to Her Majesty that I remain in Japan. I, who has never had a personal opinion on any matter before, except to obey Her Majesty's orders.

Camus: ...I missed singing your songs.

Camus: To think that the first thing I ever wanted for myself would become my new mission is a blessing too good to be true, and it frightens me.

I fixate on his profile.

My heart pounding.

Camus: Haruka. Do you remember the night we first played together?

Camus: I didn't know what to do with myself. Back then, I had no idea just how exhausted I was by the many problems I faced.

Camus: I wondered… why that was. I was able to forget everything while I played.

Camus: Thinking back… Maybe I was already in love then.

Haruka: You’re… in love?

Camus: I am. With you.

Haruka: W-What!?

Camus: What kind of response is that… It’s too late for that.

Haruka: Too late…?

Camus: Yes. …I always knew you were a little slow, but I never imagined you'd be this slow.

He sighed.

Camus: Am I really that difficult to understand?

Haruka: This is not your fault. I'm sorry. I was just, uh, taken by surprise…

He let out an awkward laugh.

Camus: Very well. I must confess that I often found myself impatiently hoping that you would have figured it out.

Haruka: A-Ah…

He chuckled and recounted the day Cecil-san, Tsukimiya-sensei and Kurosaki-senpai came over and we all sat down for hot pot together.

Camus: That day...... I remember the unexplainable anger and confusion I felt at the sight of you and Kurosaki being so friendly with each other.

Camus: The time you spilled hot cocoa on yourself, I felt a helpless panic, despite knowing full well that it was just a minor burn.

Camus: I couldn't figure out myself why I was so emotional over someone I thought of as just a roommate.

Letting out a breath, he added that it was around this time that his country’s problems began to grow, and cleared his throat.

Camus: I suppose I lost my composure, both publicly and privately. I was cold to you, too, many times.

Camus: I didn't understand my own feelings, and was unable to put them into words.

Haruka: Senpai…

Camus: Haruka. I have a question. May I assume that the reason you are with me now is because of… that?

Haruka: Because of… that?

Camus: I’m asking if you love me.

Haruka: O-Oh…

He reached out and brushed my hair aside.

His crystal gaze was close.

My heart beat fast, I felt embarrassed...

I nodded my head as if enchanted.

Haruka: I-I do. I… love you.

Haruka: Do… you…?

He grinned at my timid response.

Camus: Isn't that exactly the point of this? Are you suggesting you didn't get the message?

He didn't answer me directly.

Haruka: Senpai, that’s not fair…

Camus: Ha. No idea what you’re talking about.

That smile of his showed he was fully back to his usual self.

He drops the playful smirk and begins to slowly gaze into my eyes.

Camus: Haruka. Never leave me from now on. I cannot bear to live without you any longer.

I knew he'd play dirty.... Ultimately, however, my answer was clear.

Haruka: Of course. I will stay by your side.

He slid the hand brushing my hair down to my cheek and smiled at me.

Camus: …Good girl. Ah, right. I brought you a gift from Silk Palace.

He stood and looked around a bit.

Camus: It can't be opened in the room, so... follow me.

I went outside and stood by the open-air bath as he instructed.

Haruka: You said it can’t be opened in the room…?

He doesn’t appear to be holding anything…

Camus: Behold. The pride of our Silk Palace, the dancing goddess of the skies. A befitting present for you.

He pulled out a small vial from his pocket. The liquid, which appeared to consist of seven colors, smoldered in the glass.

He clutched it in his hand for a moment.

Camus: ...Tantevaci a brora.

The vial then explodes mid-air, flooding the sky with a brilliant light.

Haruka: Woah…

In no time at all… the aurora rose into the sky and spread wide.

A band of seven colored lights shimmered high up, creating a beautiful display in the night sky.

The two of us, and Alexander, remained silent for a while, just gazing at the stunning twinkling aurora.

Beyond the open-air bath's steam, seven lights danced.

A sight so beautiful and mystical it looked like a dream.

Haruka: It’s gorgeous…

I let out a cough, and he smiled at me happily.

Camus: I really wanted you to see it. …Granted, the original aurora in Silk Palace is much bigger and more spectacular than this one.

Camus: I hope to show you the real thing someday. It's not always visible, but it only serves to make it that much more impressive.

Haruka: Yeah… I would love to see it.

I nodded while looking up at the sky.

Beautiful and magnificent bands of light.

Soaring across the sky in their own colors.

Haruka: It shines so brightly… . Kind of… like you.

He furrowed his brows.

Camus: Like me...? Ah yes, I remember when we first became partners, you told me you'd write a song that would make me shine.

Haruka: Y-You’re right. I did say that.

Camus: I thought you were a pretty cheeky rookie back then.

He chuckled to himself and looked up at the sky once more.

Camus: Do you still hold that belief? That you will continue to write music that makes me shine?

Haruka: Of course. And I will stay close for that reason… Will you?

He looks back at me.

As though it were fated from the very beginning, our eyes locked, and a large hand brushed against my cheek.

His fingers were warm. His gaze burned with passion.

How did I ever come to the conclusion this man was like ice?

Camus: That is… a truly unnecessary concern.

And then…

Under the shining aurora, he kissed me.

Camus: Hn… I… won't let go anymore.

Haruka: Please… Definitely...

Time stopped.

Our lips meet, breaths overlap, as if we had never been apart.

With a passionate kiss, like a streak of light flying through the sky, I melted, and felt as though I blended together with him.

Haruka: ….

Camus: ….

Our lips suddenly part, leaving me with lingering regret.

I looked up at him with teary eyes, and he chuckled.

He gracefully puts a fist to his chest.

Camus: Now, listen to me very carefully. I have given myself to my country and master, but this soul will remain yours.

Camus: I will never leave, but if you are uncertain, then instruct me not to go anywhere. I will obey any other order. For you are worth it.

Haruka: ...It would… be enough for me if you didn't go anywhere, if you just stay close to me.

Senpai grinned and graciously bowed his head.

Camus: As you wish, Haruka-sama.

He reached out and softly embraced me.

Camus: Is this close enough for you? If it is not to your liking, please give me a command.

Haruka: No… it’s…. I actually don't mind this, but, ordering you…

Senpai and I are not master and servant, so… I don't want to boss him around, to be superior to him, or anything like that.

I just want to stand beside him as his partner.

He gave another satisfied smile when I explained that to him.

Haruka: Obviously, I am still a novice and have much to learn if I am to continue working with you…

Senpai laughed again as he kept holding me in his arms.

His grin looked a little more mischievous than before.

Camus: In that case, I will stringently teach you a number of things so you can quickly measure up to me.

Haruka: Huh…?

Senpai bends down a bit and his face nears closer.

He brought his hand over to stroke my hair.

Camus: Remember. My body belongs to my country and my master, but my soul belongs to you. Then… What do you say for yourself?

Haruka: I… you know…

Camus: What the matter? You can't answer me? To whom does your soul and this body of yours belong...?

He stared straight at me and my voice didn't carry well.

Haruka: I belong… to you.

Camus: You understood perfectly well.

I nodded with a bright blush on my face, and without warning, he pulled me closer to him using the hand around my waist.

I heard the sound of hot water splashing at our feet.

Haruka: U-Um, won't we get our clothes wet?

Camus: What? It's a hot spring, right? I thought we came here to get wet?

He easily lifted me up in his arms, speaking as if it were a matter of fact.

Haruka: …Oh… huh?

He sat down beside the hot spring with me on his lap.

Haruka: U-Um…

My heart beat loudly, as if amplified by my body turning into one, and was enveloped by the heat.

Something fluttered against my leg, causing me to shift in confusion.

I looked to my side and found Alexander, who had just passed by me, was trotting back to the room.

Haruka: A-Alexander…? Where are you going?

Alexander wags the bushy tail that had just brushed against my leg without looking back and disappears inside of the room.

Camus: Hm. He's being considerate. What a very good dog.

He briefly shook his head as he held me in his arms and turned away from Alexander.

Haruka: Considerate…?

Camus: What are you staring at? Don't look the other way.

His face, and those eyes, were so close to mine that it was hardly possible for me to look away.

He took my hand and silently brought it toward him.

His long pale fingertips toyed with mine.

Drops of water trickled down my skin and the hot water splashed at my feet.

Haruka: Um…

Camus: What is it? Speak quickly if you have something to say. I may not be able to talk to you later.

Haruka: You… still won't say it? That you… like me.

He smiled and chuckled to himself a little.

Camus: …I still haven’t? Hm. Don't worry, you will become very aware of my feelings without the need for me to say them.

He places kisses on each of my fingertips, and one on my wrist, as if counting.

Camus: Now it is your turn to sing for me.

Something touches my leg. It wasn't Alexander.

He slid his fingers down my leg, enjoying the trail the drops of water left behind.

Haruka: …Camus-senpai….

Camus: There's no need to address me with formality. You gave me a name. You haven't forgotten, have you?

Haruka: N-No.

How could I forget?

It was a very precious name, one I gave to a man with eyes like crystal and who was as mighty as a blizzard.

I called out his name with trembling lips.

Haruka: Criszard…

He kisses me before I can finish.

Camus: Hn… Very good… Call me by my name… and I will be me….

Haruka: Hn…Nnn……

Sweetly, passionately, from the top to the bottom, every part of me melts away and goes completely blank.

He released me with a light bite to my lower lip and let out a chuckle.

Camus: Ah, yes. In my country, with the exception of the monarch, the act of naming a person signifies a betrothal.

Haruka: H-huh!?

Camus: Though, of course, it doesn't mean it can't be called off. Now, what was my name.... Could you repeat it for me?

Haruka: I-It’s… Cryszard.

*Haruka*

He smiled with satisfaction and then looked at me seriously.

Camus: My name is Cryszard R. Camus. The R stands for “eternity”. I will serve my master and be together with you as long as I shall live.

Camus: And for as long as you call me by this name, I shall obey you unconditionally. I am not going to debate this.

Camus: Address me by this name when we are alone. But from now on, I do not intend to spare you a moment to breathe….

Haruka: A-Ah… Cris…!

My heart trembled in both suspense and anticipation, and when I closed my eyes, I felt his lips close to my ear.

Camus: I love you.

Thanks for playing!

End

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