#I haven’t even finished the first clue au

[tylerwantstoart-ish]

I’ve been thinking 🤔

There are periods of time where I get obsessed with Clue (the movie), and periods where I get obsessed with thsc. Periods for other things as well. Sometimes they mix together and I get this

I’m putting some of my favorite characters into clue, for no particular reason. And Dave ended up as Yvette (sorry Dave) there are more, but some of them I’m not all that proud of so I’ll just wait until I am I guess

This is yvette, btw, the little French lady from Clue

Wait why does it cut off

Never mind

My hands are shaking so bad and I cant tell if it’s from not eating yet or because I’m posting about Dave as Yvette and that’s kinda uh. Weird, ngl. Sorry bromies

JUST HIT TGE BUTTON

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄

summary: coming home after a stressful week, you're practically dead on your feet and ready to fall asleep then and there. luckily, your boyfriend's got you covered.

pairing: tattoo artist! scara x gn! reader

a/n: fluff/slice of life; betcha didn't see this one coming, contrary to popular belief this au is still alive; at the request of many, here is more soft modern au scara (not proofread bc it's almost 3 am and we don't question that)

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With heavy feet you dragged yourself up the stairs to your apartment, hand coming up to cover a yawn every other step. Your week had been a stressful one, leaving you with little time for chores, hobbies or seeing your boyfriend, and you were just about ready to fall into bed immediately.

When you cracked open the door, the first thing you noticed was the light coming from the living room and kitchen. Did you leave them on this morning? Crap, that wouldn’t help your electricity bills.

But then you also heard shuffling and the clatter of plates and cutlery, which caught your attention. Not expecting an intruder to make themselves at home in your kitchen, you calmly kicked off your shoes, expecting to be met with the sight of an unmistakable bob cut and familiar silver piercings working away on your countertop. From under the neckline of his black shirt you could make out the top of the tattoo decorating his nape.

The hands currently plating what appeared to be your dinner -one of your favourites, you noted- twitched momentarily when you launched a sneak attack, wrapping your arms around Scara’s waist from behind. His surprise was gone just as quickly though, and from where your head rested against his back, you could feel him huff just as well as you could hear him.

”It would suit you right if I dropped your plate, you know,” Scara scolded you, though his bark lacked any and every spark of bite. Peeking around him to check if his hands were empty, you took the opportunity to plant a lingering kiss on the nape of his neck, feeling his skin go hot under lips immediately.

“Sorry, but I’m tired and I haven’t seen my lovely boyfriend allllll week, I couldn’t help myself,” you mumbled into his tattoo, not quite ready to part with him yet. “I missed you.”

“…I missed you, too, idiot,” your boyfriend sighed, pronouncing the nickname the same way someone else might call you ‘darling’. “C’mon, if you let go of me for a minute, you can change clothes and sit on the couch sooner, alright?”

That was how you knew Scara was aware of how beat you were. Eating on the couch was reserved for special occasions only, but it always put you in a better mood immediately. There was only one problem.

“Listen, Scara, I haven’t been able to do much cleaning this week. The state of my couch—“

“-has already been taken care of.” The way he finished your sentence was all the clues you needed to know he was rolling his eyes at you. “If you’d stop imitating a thistle you’d also know that.”

Detaching yourself from him, you took in your living room for the first time since coming home and almost didn’t recognise it from when you left it this morning. While your offences throughout the week hadn’t been major in and of themselves, over the course of a week, all the items you had discarded on the nearest surface while rushing through had piled up.

Now, however, you couldn’t have guessed you ever left it in that state, all your belongings back where they were usually to be found. Setting the plates down on the cleared coffee table, Scara picked something up from the couch and threw it at you before you could even reel in your mind long enough to thank him. Somehow you actually managed to catch the dark blue hoodie with frantic hands.

“I’m taking some of my others back, but you can keep that one for now. God forbid you wear your own shit for once.” Knowing him well enough, it was no secret to you that he actually loved giving you his clothes, the glint of bashful pride in his eyes betraying him every time. Plopping down on the couch, he turned to look back at you, hands making shooing motions towards your bedroom. “Go wash up and change before the food gets cold.”

However brash Scara’s words may sound to others, your heart fluttered all the way up to the smile that tugged at your lips. Clutching the fabric to your chest, you rushed to the bathroom to speed through your routine and change into comfy pants. As soon as you poked your head through the neckline of his hoodie, a familiar scent enveloped you and for the first time in what felt like forever, you found yourself calming down for good.

When you returned to the living room, you found that Scara had already flipped through the streaming service to the show you watched together but hadn’t managed to catch up on.

Handing you your dinner, you ate in comfortable silence, save for one or the other sarcastic comment Scara had to offer.

With your plates empty and back on the table, it didn’t take you long to crawl over to your boyfriend, cuddling up to where he occupied the corner of the couch. Only minimal complaints later were you resting with your head against his chest, legs tangled together over the length of the couch. The hand that wasn’t holding you close by the waist was instead running up and down your spine in soothing motions and it had you yawning into his neck more than once, eyes fluttering shut against your will.

“If you’re tired just go to sleep,” Scara mumbled into the crown of your head, shifting slightly so you could rest against him more snugly. “You worked hard this week, don’t force yourself.”

“But I wanna spend more time with you,” you drowsily answered into the material of his hoodie. 

“Hah, you really are an idiot,” he sighed once more, but not even your half-asleep self could miss the thumb gently stroking over your cheek. “I’m off work tomorrow, so dream about what you wanna do. Now go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I love you,” came your hushed reply as you held onto him tighter.

You didn’t feel the kiss placed carefully against the top of your head or hear the whisper filled with affection, but they must have followed you into your dreams, for they were sweeter than any.

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[drowninginships]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

First of all, thank you soooo much to @monbons and @valeffelees for tagging me, I nearly had a whole breakdown over how nice this fandom is and how good it feels to be included in something like this. Yall are the sweetest, thank you <3 1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Uhhhh, yall name your WIPs beforehand? I currently have two documents titled "nose ring simon" and "wing fic" and I typically title it just before I post it.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” I think you'll find this is a pretty easy formula for most, if not all, of my fics. Simon + Piercing + Baz Horny. Alternatively, Simon + Wings = Baz Horny. Sensing a theme?

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Explicit tags, for sure. It'd be pretty funny to tag the wingfic as monsterfucking, so I'll probably do that, but otherwise, nothing crazy going on here. Just boys very much in love.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? "wing fic" often affectionately gets called "how the fuck do wings work" or "goddamn motherfucking physics"

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next? Definitely the piercing one. The wing fic isn't cohesive or coherent at this time, and it's more of a collection of scenes rather than a whole fic, anyway. I'm having a lot of fun writing the piercing one!!!

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) Please see answer #1. It's truly mind boggling to know that some of yall are out here naming WIPs.

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

Of course it's gold. Everything about Simon is gold. His mind, his body, his soul. The color of his skin and his hair when the sun shines through it from behind. The small loop now adorning his nostril.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. For wing fic, I was trying to figure out a way to make an au scene where everyone has wings, and I could do a little, like, wing caretaking session? But I couldn't find a solid enough reason for everyone to have wings, and also I realized I just didn't care enough about that scene to pursue it further.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? I find this question particularly difficult. I don't know that there are any stories I want to tell, right now. Usually when I want to write something, I schedule it in and I do it. Right now, there's nothing on the back-burner.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Only the 2! I'm not usually one to work on multiples at a time.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? Re: "goddamn motherfucking physics," I've never been super into fantasy or a fandom that particularly liked wings, so I genuinely have no clue how these things work. I took on this project as a gift for @valeffelees after he lamented the lack of wing fics for him to devour, and while I'm not an expert, I'm certainly trying my best. But like, the anatomy??? of a wing???

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. Again, thank you both so much for tagging me. You're exactly who I would have tagged here, so instead of tagging you both again, I'll tag @thewholelemon even though I know you've already filled this out <3 Also, I'll tag @chaoticgaywitch @iamamythologicalcreature @youarenevertooold @beastmonstertitan and @brilla-brilla-estrellita because you all played our stupid little poetry game and brought me a lot of joy!

[domini-porter]

It's very hard not to ask twelve questions, but I'll restrain myself...

CMYK: What inspired you to write the fic this way? (You can take this to mean the ending, the character dynamics, whatever)

Diaphananthe hedoniana: What do you like best about this fic?

Hi hello thank youuuuu!

As for CMYK, that started as most things do (for me, at least) with a single image, which was Jane seeing Page 67 and having a super-awkward reflexive reaction in front of Maura, which I thought was both funny and mean, but if anyone needs someone to be mean back, it’s our Jane.

More broadly, the setting and plot emerged from that one image—that it would be some murdered artist (which makes Jane uncomfortable and defensive to begin with), who worked in erotic art (double discomfort/defensiveness, also I’m a fan of both high camp and highbrow erotic art, so, write what you know)(I painted a full-length Tom of Finland beefcake on a door in my apartment. one of the main ones). Also it let me bring in Constance, a classic example of a character that started out okay, got questionable, and then disappeared, with massive emotional consequences that were never addressed.

So. That’s the how! I’m adjacent to the art world (not in a Constance Isles way) and it’s such a wild assortment of people, so it was really entertaining for me, personally (I strongly believe you should entertain yourself first). The rest—plot, etc—evolved sort of organically, like it almost always does. Which brings me to the end, which people have been mixed on, for the most part.

The ambiguous/bummer/more realistic ending is sort of because I hadn’t actually determined the sequence of events for the murder, or exactly how all the players were involved (it’s a very high-wire sort of writing process, particularly when I haven’t written ahead before posting a chapter). And at first I worried what I ended up going with would feel like a cop-out, or cheap storytelling, or ruining the whole thing—which are ways people have described it—but I realized that either of the possible Shiny Bow endings I’d been tossing around felt even cheaper, like, I’d just done 80k words in a very grounded, consequence-rich universe, and the natural conclusion is that (LIGHT SPOILER) you don’t always get what you want just because you’re right. To have them march in and smugly call out the Big Bad would have been the cop-out, for me (so to speak).

Once I decided how it would all shake out, it was super-important to work with the tone, and the placement of narrative clues, so that it didn’t come out of nowhere, but did happen unexpectedly for the characters and the reader. Because it do be like that sometimes. And I get why people find it unsatisfying or disappointing, and honestly, I kinda hope they do. Because it is unsatisfying, and it is disappointing, but it’s not unearned. (I still obsess over those comments, tho, don’t worry)

I dunno if this is what you meant at all. I hope it is! A few other bits of minutiae, just in case: I hadn’t done any big writing (of anything) for years and years prior to CMYK, and a lot of what I’d done before was some flavor of AU, so the contemporary setting felt novel to me, just like the post-apocalypse or the Gilded Age. I started from Jane’s perspective because it was more easily accessible after such a long disconnect from the material (whole other topic), and stayed with it instead of alternating both as a way to not have to get inside Maura’s head, and to set myself a challenge to write from a single perspective, which is way less convenient than just following other characters for a while. Constance Isles is possibly my favorite minor character (sorry Giovanni), mostly because of her potential, and because of Jacqueline Bisset (watch La Cérémonie as soon as you possibly can). I started a sequel and then I got stuck on it (turns out I’m not nearly as interested in biotech as I am the art world); I will force myself to finish it someday, this I pledge to you all.

As for Diaphananthe hedoniana: the thing I personally like best, that is truly just for me, is the writing, as unhelpful as that sounds. I really set out to do elevated crack (psychoactive sex pollen) as sincerely and with as much craft as possible; it was mostly meant as an exercise in literary smut (not erotica. smut.) but the longer I sat with it the more uncomfortable I got with the basic concept, and since I’d once again tried to ground the fantastical in reality, my trusty ol’ ethical buzzkill started going on and on about trauma and consent. And since I’d gone into it attempting to personal best my prose, I had to keep doing that even though it took a hard turn.

All this is to say: I’m pretty proud of it, just from a craft standpoint; I really leaned into my tendency toward lyrical maximalism, which I usually don’t let myself do. I’m also p proud of the dialogue, particularly the scene with both Angela and Frankie; not just the way it hits the ear or the family dynamics, but the pacing of the scenes, especially being able to write (a tiny bit of) slapstick, which is both hard and exhilarating, particularly in a story as emotionally extreme as that one.

And I did PB my prose, I think. Def PB’d the smut, which I’m also not unhappy about. 

Thank you again for enquiring! And, even more, for kicking off this round of Everybody Loves Us Tonite, one of my favorite parts of this hell site; I'm so proud of this tiny little fandom and all of its flame-carriers <3

[selsieeeo]

Give Me back my Son

Based/Inspired off of @llondonfog potion!au because I wail on the inside every time I think about it 🥲 I also can’t think of a good title rn. It’s 11pm rn I can’t think and wrote this quick out to get it out of my head. Probably some grammar mistakes

Lilia watched from the stands as Vargas introduced the start of the tournament that Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy held each year, switching the stadium from school to school each year. He would have watched with anticipation this year as Sebek was in the tournament this year but he couldn’t bring the heart to be excited at all.

Not without his son Silver…

No less than three months ago, everything was fine. He was happy, his son was doing well. Sebek still argued with Silver. Malleus talked to the Ramshackle Perfect about Gargoyles. It was all perfect and he was happy. Then his son disappeared.

It was the evening, he had been in the lounge, patiently waiting for his son to come back. He had assumed Silver must have fallen asleep again. No worries there, Silver usually managed to wake up and come back before it struck midnight.

It was past 11pm now. Silver wasn’t back. Strange. Lilia frowns and goes to search for his son.

He searches all over the places where Silver would most likely be at. He found nothing. It was as if Silver disappeared without a trace…

Lilia felt his stomach drop. How could Silver have just disappeared just like that? He alerts Malleus and Sebek about Silver’s disappearance and they assist Lilia in trying to find Silver.

It’s nearly 1am now. They still haven’t found a trace of Silver at all.

“Lilia…it isn’t like Silver to just disappear.” Malleus says. “He could have been…”

“Kidnapped?” Lilia finishes miserably. Malleus nods. Lilia didn’t want to believe it, but he knew it was the only possible option left. Who dares try to steal the former general’s precious son from him?

A week had passed by, news of Silver’s disappearance had spread like wildfire. Crowley had given Lilia, Malleus and Sebek permission to leave school grounds to search for Silver.

After going through the magic mirror they agreed to go to the Shaftlands first to search for Silver. They had searched for quite some time. Then Lilia managed to secure a clue. Fragments of an old kingdom were found in the north of the Shaftlands. They headed to the north.

Lilia had seen a brown haired human confronting them as the human asked what they’re purpose was so far in the north. Lilia took note of the insignia. The same insignia of the kingdom Lilia helped destroy…

Malleus had explained to the human that they were simply trying to find someone. A person named Silver. Something inside Lilia suddenly snapped. This guard…he remembered taking him down but not killing him before he found…Silver…

The brown haired guard was the one to take Silver.

Lilia remembered suddenly shouting at the guard in rage. Demanding him to give him his son back. He would have gone even farther to killing the guard if it weren’t for Malleus telling him to calm down as they needed the information. The sly guard had slipped away during the commotion.

Eventually, Queen Maleficia ordered Lilia to go back to Night Raven College as this kidnapping had happened close to her grandson. Though upset, he complied and returned to the college. He did know the queen did have a soft spot for his son and took a guess that perhaps she would help in one way or another to find his missing son.

Two months had passed since Silver’s disappearance. It was as if it disappeared from thin air without a trace.

Now here they were again. At the tournament. Lilia sat besides Malleus who placed his hand on his caretaker. “We will find him.” Malleus says to Lilia.

The tournament begins. The representatives for Royal Sword Academy come out. One of them made Lilia’s heart drop in an instant.

A 17 year old boy comes out of the tent fitted in Royal Sword’s uniform as if he always belonged there. He had silver hair tied up in a low ponytail and auroral eyes.

It was as if the world decided to drop his son back to the world.

His son…Silver…

Lilia wanted to get up and just fly over to Silver but his bats did it before him. They suddenly flew over to the RSA’s representatives, many of them shrieking and taking cover. He heard them muttering about this being a sabotage. He doesn’t care, all he sees is his son. His son with his bats who are happy to see him again.

It takes all of Malleus’s strength to hold Lilia back from jumping over the railing to join his bats. Malleus told Lilia that they can wait once intermission arrives upon them to see Silver. Lilia nods absentmindedly. All he can think about is that his son was back. His most precious son. The one thing that lights up his world. He hears about Sebek confronting Silver and that Silver didn’t seem to remember Sebek at all.

Lilia frowns at that.

What did they do to you, Silver? He wonders.

Intermission arrives and Lilia immediately leaves the stands to find his son. What a coincidence for him to run into him soon after.

“Ah, you must be the student that owns the bats.” Silver says. “I just want to help return them to you.”

Lilia smiles warmly. How thoughtful of his son!

“What is your name?” Silver asks.

“Lilia. Lilia Vanrouge.” Lilia replies. From what he can tell, Silver seems to have his memories wiped clean. Who would do this to him?

“It’s nice to meet you Vanrouge-San.” Silver says as he gives back the bats.

“Please call me Lilia, no need for honorifics.” Lilia says as he pats one of his bats on their head. The bats were sad that they had to leave Silver. He understood their feelings.

“Silver. There you are.” Lilia’s blood freezes. He knows that voice…

Silver turns around and greets a certain brown haired guard. “Ah hello Andrei.”

Him.

Andrei looks at Lilia. “Who is he?” He asks Silver.

“Ah that’s Vanrouge-I mean Lilia. I met him when returning his bats to him.”

“I see…” Andrei’s eyes lingered on Lilia as he placed his hand on Silver’s shoulder.

“Uh-Andrei is my guardian, ever since my parents died.” Silver explained trying to ease up the sudden awkward silence.

“Guardian…? I See.” Lilia says, trying not to sound angry. How dare Andrei. How dare he take his son and claim him as his guardian. He did this. The vampire fae restrained himself from attacking the guard and kept his cool. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Andrei” he says.

Andrei looks at him stiffly. “Pleasure is all mine. Come Silver, you must have your daily tea now.”

Tea, huh. Lilia could see the grimace coming from Silver but he nods and bides goodbye to the old fae.

Lilia stands there utterly shocked and angry. He’s angry at Andrei for taking his son away. He’s shocked that his amnesiac son now attends RSA.

But that doesn’t matter right now. No matter what, he’s fueled with a new mission. He’s going to get his son back no matter the cost. Getting his memories back? Not a problem. All it costs is Andrei's blood…

[shmokeymoe]

I feel insane that I haven’t gotten to share more for my au cause I am insane about it cause I’d rather make the comics or fics first before anything but I’ve been so busy with school work I don’t have much time to draw I don’t even have time to finish the comic FOR the Au on how Casey and Raph met 😭

Yall have no clue how much I think about it and honestly I would love to talk about it but I feel like I’d spoil it and when I do make the art it wouldn’t be as cool WAUGH idk weeeh

[speedytherandom]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @satans-poptarts

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 24

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 41,008

3. what fandoms do you write for? Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, and The Trials of Apollo-- mostly. I have also written singular fanfics for a couple of other unrelated fandoms.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Keeping Up A Shrine (Sadie Kane character study, basically)

Just Some Saturday in September (Valgrace domestic fluff)

A Harry Potter fic I’d rather just forget about.

The Unfortunate Issue With Having Cooler, Older, and Hotter Siblings (Owl House-- Amity thinks Luz likes one of the twin)

The Flour Fiasco (Ruegard fluff fic)

5. do you respond to comments? Almost always!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Bone by Bone (PJO, everybody dies) because that’s just straight up the angstiest fic I’ve ever written in general.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Honestly? I have no idea. Most of my fics have relatively happy endings. I’m gonna say... Lasting Moment (Pipabeth, alternate universe) because it’s the one that is the most happy at the end compared to the beginning.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet and I’m really happy about that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I haven’t yet but idk, maybe someday when I feel more confident with my abilities.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t write crossovers. I don’t have any good reason, I simply haven’t.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not but if I’m ever bored enough and have the inspiration I could translate perhaps a drabble or two into German or Portuguese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. Like, I started one with my friend but it is not finished. Lemme just say, very difficult to co-write fanfic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Based on ones I’ve written I’d say Pipabeth as I enjoy writing them but honestly? Despite writing a majority ship-based stories and really enjoying them, I’m not a huge shipper in general. I’m rather neutral on ships for the most part.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have no published WIPs, mostly because I need to have the fic at least 75% of the way done to even consider publishing it, but I’ve had stuff in my drafts forever. I’ve got the one where the PJO kids are doing Spamalot, the Piper Friendship Fic, the Valgrace College AU, the one where Piper is just jealous of Percy, the Fierrochase beach fic. And more. So, so many more, so if you’re interested...

16. What are your writing strengths?

No clue. Does being really happy with most first drafts count?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Commitment. I usually have larger ideas than I know how to portray and I tend to rush the ideas that I have which is why most of my fics are pretty short.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

With the languages I speak I haven't done this in a fic yet, but if the opportunity ever arose I’d be very excited. Plus, I have done lines of dialogue in Portuguese for an original short story (unpublished).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh. Ew. Harry Potter :( It doesn’t exist anymore nor do I know what it was about but I can guarantee you it was the first.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m not really sure. I don’t really remember how much I like things I’ve written. I’m just gonna suggest some I really like and haven’t mentioned instead of one favorite: Wedding Dances (Sadie/Lacy future fic), Red Means Power (Heathers fanfic), and The Worst Possible Time And Place (Rachabeth as superheroes).

I’m not sure who writes fic that hasn’t been tagged already. If you do... this is fun!

[cq-studios]

I’d love to hear your thoughts on Ephemer!

First Impression

Honestly, I’m not too sure. I think I was pretty indifferent to him at first, mostly because I hadn’t actually played the game/experienced the cutscenes. I watched Tennelle and Whitney’s recap of it so I was just hearing about what he did, not necessarily about him.

But I guess since he kept ditching people (Player, Skuld, Player again, but this time in Wreck it Ralph), I figured he was kind of a flake. I found that amusing more than anything tho.

Current Impression

He.

I’m a massive fan of all the NULs, but Ephemer is in the top spot very often (and Skuld is normally right there with him but she’s not who we’re talking about right now). I probably should have more to say but like I dunno

Favourite Moment

Ooh this one is tough.

I’m tempted to say when he comforts Skuld about, you know, how the is literally ending by saying “It’s not over til it’s over”, because it is simultaneously the most human and unhelpful thing to say, and it makes me laugh every time.

But there’s also the scene where he first meets Player, which I also think is fun.

Idea for a Story

I’ve had a little AU idea for awhile where, after Union X, Ephemer figures out that he’s never gonna see his friends again and uses the Unchained State to switch worldlines to one where the glitches hadn’t started yet.

He’d have memory loss with a subconscious feeling that something isn’t right, a la Sleeping Realm Theory. So like, he starts noticing that details of past events are different than what everyone else remembers, he’s much clingier than usual and doesn’t seem to know why, or he sees Player and breaks down out of a guilt he can’t remember ever having.

Skuld notices something is off pretty quickly, and Ephemer feels the same. So they, with the help of Brain (who they also roped into this), try to work out what’s going on. Eventually they’d figure it out, and Ephemer would go back to his original worldline.

I’m not entirely sure what would push him to go back. Maybe reading his Book of Prophecies and learning that Brain wouldn’t have a world to appear in if he didn’t. Or learning that he can move on (about Scala and his kids and stuff), once again with the help of the BoP. Or maybe the glitches start again, and the world ends again, and he realizes that there’s nothing he can do to change what he went through. He just has to accept it. Or you know, some combination of those.

I started writing this a bit ago but haven’t gotten very far. Don’t know if I’ll ever finish it but I’m still working on it on and off.

Unpopular Opinion

Uhh, I’m not entirely sure to be honest…

Like I don’t think I have one??? But I’m also not even quite sure what would be considered a popular opinion about him???

Favourite Relationship

Him and Skuld.

I love their friendship. I love that Kingdom Hearts lets a guy and a girl just be friends, and close one’s at that.

I feel like they have a very teasing friendship (definitely a believer of the prank wars dynamic for them), but like, if push comes to shove, they will stick together through the actual end of the world. I find so much comfort in that, even if in the end they get separated.

Favourite Headcannon

Dude’s a massive conspiracy theorist, and I like that for him. Especially because he ends up in a position of power and, due to the all but normal circumstances, I’m sure that suddenly the conspiracies that he would’ve believed were about him and his friends.

I live for this concept but have no clue how to apply it in a practical way.

[faerii-shin]

"Concealed Destiny" Part 2/2

Shinsuke Kita x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2

summary : “My life is nothing without you in it. If you were not here, I wouldn’t have a purpose.”

warnings : none

genre : Royalty AU, sfw ( fluff & soft )

word count: 666 words 3,674 characters

a/n : Sorry for being away with not a single notice! Here's a mini storyline before I post Part 3 of my Oikawa series. Tysm & Enjoy 🤍

meanings: p/n - prefecture ( place ) name | Hyōgo - where Inarizaki High is from

Due to the pull she turned to face him, but ended up tripping on the fallen rain.  However, that stormy night Y/N got lucky because she was caught right on time.  Without even giving him her name or even anything at all, she quickly handed him his cloak and ran inside, dripping wet.  time skip  Though the encounter was sudden, both of them couldn’t stop thinking about each other. His stares and how it triggers a certain memory. Her voice and the way it echoes through his mind.  A prince and a peasant — surprisingly, they have one thing in common.  They thought loving was scary. The fear of letting your heart go like that. Never truly knowing if it would be shattered to pieces or become louder than it already is.  To them, it just feels like you’re running in slow motion. Continuously wandering in the middle of a really bad dream.  They were of different areas in social economics. It was a concealed destiny that they met, Kita thought to himself. You have everything, all the luxuries. All the most magnificent women were presented to you, yet it never felt enough.  People just plan your future out how they want it. "Prince Shinsuke! Sire! The girl you will be taking to the annual Masquerade Ball is here for the first meeting. She’s better than the others, I promise. Please hurry downstairs to the main hall." His Assistant called.  He sighed as he reluctantly did his best to look presentable in order for their guest to not get the wrong idea. Fixing his layered attire, he went to the main hall. "Hi." He said waving. He knew it was her. It had to be her. "Prince Shinsuke, Good Morning." Y/N replied, bowing without breaking formalities. A single mistake facing a member of the royal family would be crucial and fatal. "Please, no need for formalities." Although he was used to this, she just felt special to him. "Oh my sincerest apologies…Alright, if you say so. Pardon my manners, I haven’t even introduced myself. Y/N L/N of the P/N Prefecture." "Well I assume, you’d know me by now and introductions wouldn’t be necessary." He replied. "Sorry to interrupt, but here’s your schedule for today." His Assistant said while opening a file on the device she was holding. "Attire Fitting in 2 hours, Ballroom Assessing right after that and" There it goes; the list continued to lengths as to what seemed like forever.  time skip "Finished. That’s all. Any questions, concerns, clarifications or maybe moving of dates or time?" She asked. "No, none at all to be said." They told the assistant in unison. She nodded her head, bidding them farewell. This initially meant that they were free for the rest of the time before Attire Fitting. Kita was very relieved that he was right all along. He felt like he could get along well and become good friends with the young lady.  "Time flies very fast, huh?" He mumbled under his breath. "It really does, actually. The world keeps spinning with us upon it and we never notice." She said with a light chuckle, knowing that he wouldn’t expect her to hear it.  With her words, he got an idea. "Y/N, let’s go somewhere. Come on!"  He told her all of a sudden. "Wait, where exactly?" She questioned him, but it was too late. She was already following him, running to a place she didn’t know about. They both had lies that were hidden, lies that were said. Being no compasses, no time. Were there clues they didn’t see? The moment they reached the place, her eyes lit up. The pale blue sky reflected in her vision. He saw her expression, for once in his life somebody made him happy.  He brought her where his eyes could take them. A single sentence, a single idea — made him bring Y/N here. Go, where no one else is. If you do seek freedom, run from it all.

The End. Thanks for choosing to read this!

[sheepisreading]

Books I finished in June 2023

I’ve been reading a lot of non-fiction lately!

Why Fish Don’t Exist, Lulu Miller, 2020

Okay! I went into this one blind, and had no clue it was kind of a biography. It also has autobiographical elements. It’s about a taxonomist (study of the order of species in the natural world), his life and how he kept on going. It’s about hope, finding truth and the will to live even while seeing the world from an absurdist point of view. It is a journey and fucking amazing. I don’t even really know how to describe it without spoiling too much. It rules, really. The author became obsessed with this scientist and tried to understand him, his vision and motivation while putting it into perspective with her own experiences and way of experiencing life in general. It mentions absurdism a lot, and yeah, hope in the absurd! I can only recommend it! It’s really magical.

The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus, 1942

Uuuuh. This is a book (or an essay) about the absurd, encompassing religion and suicide but also living knowing that nothing has any meaning. It’s quite obtuse, but I thought I would still give it a try since I’ve been curious about it for a while. I’m not sure I got too much out of it but it does raise interesting points about absurd living, how suicide doesn’t actually make sense as the ending point of the absurd viewpoint (contrary to what you may believe, seeing as if nothing matters, why be a part of it?). 

Fantômette au Carnaval, Georges Chaulet, 1963

This is a book series I used to read and collect as a kid. I still occasionally buy some I haven’t read yet when I see them at flea markets! And yeah, I saw this one at a nearby flea market for 50 cents and immediately bought it and read it in the next hour. I don’t know, obviously it’s a book series for kids but it’s a good book series for kids! The series is about a twelve year old girl who has a secret identity and fights criminals as a vigilante at night. It was reading these that I learned a bunch of things about history and the world. I also just read on the internet that Fantômette the first female superhero in french litterature was, which is cool af. Yeah, I enjoyed this cool lil nostalgia trip!

[gretagerwigsmuse]

reading this just made like i can so much more special to me! 🥰💕🤭

The one that might take you to San Diego. To the sunshine and ocean. To new opportunities. To your best friend. - i actually giggled (squealed?) in bed when i read this part? i just love them so much!

The relief that washed over you at the sound of his voice- at his Hey, kid- nearly sent you to the floor. - sigh swoon 🤭 kid 🤭 i just know he was so excited to call her too!

"This feels familiar, doesn't it?" he rasps over the phone. You know he's thinking about the Spring Break you'd went to visit him at UVA. - and now i’m thinking of the spring break au THANKS!!

"Hey, no one's stopping you from joining up. I'll even write you a letter of recommendation." - okay first of all i love this line and their banter and then i love how you framed the dialogue and her practically racing through the terminal! i’m on edge, i’m so excited for them to see each other!

"It's a good thing you told me, I'm not sure if I'd recognize you with that bold fashion statement you're sporting on your face now." - SHE HASNT SEEN THE MUSTACHE YET!?! oh good lord in heaven i would collapse, i’d be on my knees in arrivals

"I don't know about that," you muse, still taking him in because there was a moment there when you weren't sure you'd ever get to see him again. - oh now i’m just too soft for all of this 🥺🤭 i can picture her standing a distance off just looking at him and he’s also looking for her 🤭 and they’re still on the phone!?!! why can’t it be me?

He doesn't say a word as you gently take his face in your hands, tilting his head this way and that, inspecting him for yourself. He just gazes at you, reading every emotion as they run across your face, as you try to hunt for any clues to an answer about what happened that you know you'll never get. - ohmyfuckinggod!?! jesusfuckingchrist!?! she goes right in for THAT!?! they haven’t even hugged yet and she’s Touching Him Like That!?!! oh my god

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You're so-" Ridiculous. Frustrating. Important to me. You don't get to finish your sentence because Bradley is tugging you into his broad chest. - oh my god alexa?! you got a little sob out of me with this! i’m in bed and i had to get up to get a tissue and you know how fussy i am! this is so beautiful, i’m going to think of this part all the time now. and i just know he gives the best hugs - tight, like you said - like he doesn’t want to let go

"I’m all yours, Bradshaw." - 🤭

“well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here”

Bradley and SG please 👉🏼👈🏼 love your work Alexa ☺️☺️

Charlie, you gem! Thank you for always being so lovely and supportive! I hope you enjoy this one! 🥰

There You Are

Summary: It's the first time you're seeing Bradley in over 2 years. A lot of things have changed for you since the night he'd called you before that mission, but if there was one thing you knew you could count on, it was that he'd always be there for you.

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 1.5K

It had been nine days of radio silence.

Nine days since Bradley had called you in the night before he left for whatever classified mission the Navy had ordered him back to Top Gun for.

Nine days of wondering and hoping for the best. Trying to convince yourself that no news was good news.

Nine days of not tasting any of the meals you'd forced down as you waited. Not that you had much of an appetite anyways.

Nine days of tossing and turning in the bed you slept alone in, as you worked on untangling your life from your now ex boyfriend. The two of you agreeing to share the apartment like roommates until you found out about the promotion you were up for.

The one that might take you to San Diego. To the sunshine and ocean. To new opportunities. To your best friend.

You had pretty much dropped everything the moment you saw Bradley's name flash across the screen of your phone. The relief that washed over you at the sound of his voice- at his Hey, kid- nearly sent you to the floor.

While it had been another few days before you were able to get on a plane- he'd told you there were still some debriefs and paperwork that still needed to be done before him and his team could take leave- but you'd started packing your suitcase the moment the call ended.

You were antsy the entire six hour flight from Boston. You'd apologized more than once for nudging your neighbor's arm as you shifted and squirmed in your uncomfortable seat.

Hearing that final ding of the seatbelt off sign was music to your ears.

You'd called him the moment you stepped off the plane and Bradley picked up on the first ring.

"This feels familiar, doesn't it?" he rasps over the phone. You know he's thinking about the Spring Break you'd went to visit him at UVA. He'd picked you up at the airport then, just like he was doing now. "When is it my turn to be picked up at the airport, kid?"

Of course they'd dropped you off at the furthest gate in Terminal 1. You let out a huff and then set about threading your way through the throng of people standing between you and your best friend.

"Please, when's the last time you flew commercial?" you tease. "And it's not all of us can just waltz onto a Naval Base anytime we want."

"Hey, no one's stopping you from joining up. I'll even write you a letter of recommendation."

You weave around a stroller.

"Hmm, pass. But thank you for the generous offer."

And then past a couple holding hands.

He chuckles. "Guess that means I get to keep my title as designated chauffeur, huh?"

"Lucky you," you sing.

If you weren't on a mission, you'd consider stopping at the coffee shop that you're briskly gliding past for a quick cappuccino. But you had other priorities.

"Such a smart ass." You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

You speed up your steps, the glimmer of the exit now in sight. "Why don't you say that to my face, Bradshaw."

"I'm trying to, but you're taking forever," he grouses, famously the more impatient one of the two of you. "I'm to the left of Arrivals gate, by the way."

You smile to yourself. Knowing him, he has probably been there for at least an hour keeping tabs on you with some flight tracker app he'd downloaded on his phone.

"It's a good thing you told me, I'm not sure if I'd recognize you with that bold fashion statement you're sporting on your face now."

Bradley scoffs indignantly. "You haven't even been here thirty minutes and you're already dunking on the 'stache, kid? It looks better in person, give it a chance."

You pull over just to the right of the Terminal exit, tucked next to a potted ficus, taking a moment to scan through the crowd of people waiting for their own travelers. He's not hard for you to find, standing head and shoulders above everyone else in the area.

Whole and healthy and here in front of you.

It's been a little over two years since you've last seen Bradley in person, he'd been stationed in Japan before his return to Top Gun. It was still hard to believe that the lanky boy you'd grown up with had become the well-built man standing across the way from you.

During his time in the Navy, he'd truly come into himself. The easy confidence in his posture was well earned and looked good on him. But you had to stop yourself from laughing and giving yourself away when you see him impatiently tapping his toes. Because no matter how much some things change, there are some things that will always be the same.

"I don't know about that," you muse, still taking him in because there was a moment there when you weren't sure you'd ever get to see him again. "I can see it from here and I'm still on the fence about it."

You see him look around, confused for a moment, head swiveling trying to spot you. You don't keep him waiting long, stepping out from your hiding spot and into view.

You mouth hi and give him a little wave.

"Hey, there you are." There's no missing the wide grin on his face. "You going to stand all the way over there or are you going to come see the mustache up close and personal?"

You laugh and shake your head making your way to him. "I guess I might as well considering I did fly all the way across the country to see it."

"And me, I hope."

"And you," you confirm.

You end the call, tucking your phone into your bag as you close the gap between him and you.

Those whiskey brown eyes are one you've known your whole life. His curls looked like they've seen some sun, as did the rest of him. And the soft smile he had directed at you looked like contentment.

What stops you in your tracks are the fresh cuts that mark his face, new scars to be mixed in with the ones you already knew so well. They're shade of bright pink that's impossible to miss.

"Oh my god, Bradley."

He doesn't say a word as you gently take his face in your hands, tilting his head this way and that, inspecting him for yourself. He just gazes at you, reading every emotion as they run across your face, as you try to hunt for any clues to an answer about what happened that you know you'll never get.

"I'm fine, I promise," he murmurs.

"It doesn't look fine," you press.

He grasps you wrists with his warm hands and coaxes yours down between the two of you.

Too close. Whatever it was was too damn close. The evidence is right there on his neck and behind his ear, and you hate it.

Bradley squeezes your hands reassuringly. "I'll have you know passed the concussion protocol with flying colors." He tries to play it off as a joke, but the dark circles under his eyes and the weariness you see around the corners of his eyes tells a different story.

"Does it still hurt?" you ask, trying not to let your voice wobble.

"Well, I do feel a little better now that you’re here.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You're so-"

Ridiculous. Frustrating. Important to me.

You don't get to finish you sentence because Bradley is tugging you into his broad chest. The arms that wrap around you are fuller now, but his hug is as just a familiar as it's always been.

Yours thread themselves around his waist instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

He holds you close, holds you tight. Bradley's always been the type to really hold on tight because he knows what it's like to have to let things go.

People come and go. There's the sound of departure and arrival announcements on the speakers overhead. Some people are saying their goodbyes, and some- like the two of you- are saying hello.

All of it happens around you and Bradley. As you hold him and he holds you. Both of you all too aware that this moment hadn't been a given.

"Thank you for not standing me up," you whisper, throat thick.

"I wouldn’t dream of it, kid," he says, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, and gives it a little wiggle.

You blow out a breath, not wanting a raincloud of what-ifs to damper your golden afternoon.

"Hi," you say again.

"I'm happy to see you," he replies, earnestly. You just nod your head because the feeling is so, so mutual. "You just gained three hours, you up for a little adventuring?"

"I’m all yours, Bradshaw."

It didn't matter to you what you did for the four days you were in town, just that you got to spend it with him.

"Good." He drapes a heavy arm over shoulder and reaches for your suitcase. "Because I'm pretty sure I owe you a milkshake."

You let him steer you towards the exit, to where you assume the short term parking garage is located, and ask, "Can I drive the Bronco?"

Bradley pauses. "We'll see."

You grin because it's not a no.

The California sun hits you in full force as you step out the automatic doors. You reach up and tug out the sunglasses that had been haphazardly tucked into the pocket of his silly Hawaiian shirt- that you were definitely going to tease him about later- and slip them on your face.

Bradley smiles over at you.

"I think California is going to suit you, kid."

And for the first time, here with him, you think it might too.

[kooktrash]

hi :D ty for doing spooky requests.

can i request something like: witch!reader x jungkook.

reader is very obsesses with jungkook.

but jungkook is s1 else’s boyfriend. and that s1 is s1 reader wouldn’t want to mess with. (you can ignore this btw)

but still reader couldn’t let go of her little crush on jk. (she would if she could). so reader decided to just admire/watching him from afar silently instead.

and everyday reader would sitting on the tallest branch of tree and watching jungkook doing his works silently. example: shirtless!jungkook chopping off woods. 😏 (they’re living in the wood)

you can decide the ending for them.

i hope u have a good day! 🫶

I’m gonna do it as a list cuzzzz why not. also I wasn’t sure which route to take so I just did a little fluff???? it COULDVE been more yandere but listen 😭 it just ended up being fluff

little witch | jeon jungkook drabble

okay but think about small village in the woods au where Jungkook is like the town’s golden child. he’s nice, good looking, helpful… the list literally goes on

it’s no surprise that you fell for him early on, since you were a child. he was just so sweet and his smile was gorgeous and his voice so melodic. everyone had a crush on him but you definitely took it too far. it wasn’t your fault that he was so unapproachable that you had to admire from afar.

sure, he was always nice when he’d see you somewhere in the small farmer’s market filling your woven baskets with goods. he always said hello when the two of you would find yourselves walking in the same direction

he’s only unapproachable because of her. Her who has been Jungkook’s closest friend for a long time, always trailing after him, always latching on his arm. probably the one started the rumors that they would wed.

still, you couldn’t stop your little crush on him. you just had to keep your distance considering she had no problem confronting anybody who got too close to him. like today; you’ve managed to keep good distance from him. you haven’t seen her but maybe that’s bc you’ve been hiding in a tree

your spying tactics have def escalated lately, more bizarre since you’ve been avoiding seeing him in the market. and the look today was amazing. a shirtless Jungkook cutting lumber in what he could call his backyard. in reality it was just a neck in the woods only a few yards away from his cabin and yours too

you had only been watching him for thirty minutes but you swear you’re not a creep. you were doing a little sketch and it just so happened to be about him. you had just finished adding shade to his backside when you heard her voice.

“Jungkookie! Why don’t you take a break? I’ve just picked some fresh strawberries.”

well that just ruined your day. if she catches you up here she’ll just tease you about something and embarras you

crazy enough, this was not the first time you’ve hidden somewhere to watch him. sometimes you’d be around a corner in the market watching him take lumber to some of the elders who couldn’t cut any. sometimes he’d offer bread to a stray child or show them magic tricks like a coin behind the ear

unlike you he was praised for everything he did. you were merely called a witch even tho you didn’t think you were. nobody trusted you or wanted to be around you so you didn’t have friends. the only nice one had been Jungkook

handsome and kind and unavailable jungkook who knocked on your cabin one stormy night much to your dismay. he was drenched in rain clutching something under his wool

“Y/n, sorry to disturb you I know it’s late but I need your help”

you hadn’t even known what to say, he had never come to you door, you had no clue he knew you lived next to him

you didn’t say anything caught completely off guard. even in rain he looked good, still kind and pretty smile. you moved to the side letting him in and suddenly all the hanging herbs and spices in jars seemed ridiculous. the black cat sleeping on a book and the cauldron tucked away in the fireplace seemed bizarre.

he was nervous too mostly bc you were so quiet. “so… i heard you can help with injuries? i accidentally hurt myself earlier and—“ he lifted his shirt, a gash down his torso not deep but long

you bit your lip, well this was an excuse to stare. but still. you had a feeling any second she would barge in here and tell him you’re a freak. you left him for a second going to the kitchen opening up a jar. his nose scrunched at the smell but he tried not to say anything

“w-whats that?” he couldn’t help but ask when you crushed some dried berries and mixed it with what was in the jar. it was a dark green color, “swamp mud, helps with scratches”

“s-swamp mud?” he asked before wincing arrival the first cold touch of the paste. his muscles tensed like the skin around the cut was burning but you told him to leave it on for a few more minutes

he’s always known you. a sweet and shy person who kept to themselves and often times he found himself wanting to greet you. just let you know that you could always talk to him but you never do.

of course she always tries to tell him you’re a witch and a freak but he doesn’t believe it to bad. if she knew he came tonight she’d be missed but it was his decision. he knew if anyone could do something about the gash it was you, a healer

he watched you back away from him, tucking yourself into the window seat as the rain hit the windows harshly. the black cat coming by to curl around his foot while he felt embarrassing bare in front of you. you just seemed so innocent and gentle, he felt bad for the way the town treated you.

“what’s her name?” he asked about the cat. “salem and they go by he”

he smiled a little, the cat goes by he. before he could ask another question you were leaving to the kitchen again. a bucket of water and a rag in your hands as you pulled a stool in front of him

at this proximity he was able to get a good look at you. he hadn’t known minutes passed instead of seconds. he sees you sometimes in the market but you always keep your distance. usually he’s the one who has to stop with a hello and even then you don’t always talk. whenever he’s with her you don’t even look his way but in truth nobody does. why? he’s not sure but every now and then when he catches you in the woods smiling down at a bunny or bird it makes him smile. she always tries to tell him you’re a freak and stalker but he doesn’t believe that.

“does it hurt?” “huh?” “the cut” “oh, uh a little?”

actually not at all but he didn’t think when he responded. “alright, we’ll give it another minute or two.” he nodded wondering why he said it still hurt but he pushed the thought aside. instead he thought about your soft scent of rosemary and elderberry. up close he can tell you’re very pretty. well, he always thought you were pretty but right now it was different. he used to think you were cute with the shy smiles and soft voice but up close he can tell you’re just naturally pretty

she always tell him you’re obsessed with him. that you’re a freak who watches him in the woods. you’re just a loser with no friends. but he never listens, he has seen you in the woods before sketching in some book but he thinks it’s sweet. anytime he’d be cutting lumber and he’d catch you up on some tree branch sketching away he wouldn’t say anything. he didn’t want to scare you away but he always wondered what it is you sketched

after some time you didn’t ask him again if it hurt but if you would have he would’ve lied again. instead you dipped the rag into the warm water and began to wash away the dried paste. he prepared himself for the pain but there was none so instead he watched you

“there.” “what?” “it’s healed.” “oh” why was he disappointed? you left him to go back to the kitchen and as he looked down the gash had turned into scarred tissue but healed. you came back out with a little jar of the paste, “put this on before bed and soon the scar will fade.”

you sent him on his way before he could even say thank you and he was back in the rain with a jar in hand

the next time you saw him it was in the woods again. you were down by the swamp collecting more mud, unaware of Jungkook passing by with her. he stopped the second he found you crouched down on the floor, the end of your dressed costed in dirt and grass. she pulled in his arm, “let’s go to the market for some bread. hurry before y/n sees u—“

“y/n!” he left her there cutting through the meadow to the thicker marsh side. you looked up seeing him there before looking behind him where she stood glaring. immediately you got up turning to leave before she confronted you about Jungkook talking to you

he visibly frowned watching you walk away. “Jungkook just leave the witch alone. she’s a fre—Jungkook!” and he’s running after you calling your name but he couldn’t find you anymore. hw turned to her, “don’t talk about y/n like that anymore. she is sweet and kind”

you stayed in your cabin for a couple days. just enough time for Jungkook and her to stop looking for you. the other day by the swamp he probably told her how you helped him and was ready to chew you out for it. so you avoided them both. you haven’t even gone to watch him cut lumber but it was for the better. your obsession with him would turn into something more and you can’t dream about something you can’t have.

Jungkook knew your shy nature though and even if he didn’t see you out of the cabin in a couple days he had a feeling it had something to do with his friend. you must’ve heard her call you mean names and it scared you of. he didn’t want to scare you off. he wanted the opposite actually. so what did he do? he went out into the meadow where he could pick some herbs out for you. he had a feeling you weren’t into flowers or sweets so maybe he could try and coax you with things he knows you’ll like

so what happened? little jars of spices, rosemary, thyme, lavender, even that healing swamp mud, all packed nicely for you. set in front of your door everyday with the little notes here and there

it was ironic actually. you used to watch and obsess over him and now he’s the one watching and obsessing over you. making sure to be as loud and obvious as possible when he passed by your cabin or in the market he’d follow after you. he’d cut more lumber than necessary as an excuse to drop it off at people’s doorsteps, making sure to knock when he got to yours. the kind little witch who used to obsess over him was now his own growing obsession.

[st6rly]

a guide on how to fall for your enemy.

synopsis: going for the throne, for the pulse that beats under your skin (or in other words, the world of academic rivals) | wc — 2.4k

[ !! ] — masterlist.

characters: ayato x gn!reader

categories: fluff + a bit of angst, modern au, tbh idk what the fuck this format is but imma say it's a one shot atp

warnings: insulting each other (bc banter is fun), my version of ayato/ooc ayato (there's no way someone is that composed all the time even when feeding someone disgusting food so ive taken matters into my own hands)

notes: "you started this thing with me, you’re ending it with me” - my piece for @bluexiao's sweet 'n spice collab with @anantaru. this fic was not the idea i originally had in mind but after letting my brain run on autopilot to write this while being head empty, it turned out to be ok

also just wrote this to spite my original style of writing bc poetic writing hates me right now and it needs to lodge itself in my brain soon before i file a divorce lol.

didn't show up in the tags the first time so we're trying this again | reblogs >>> likes

Maybe thinking twice about having a rivalry with Ayato is something that should be considered more often. Especially when it comes down to academics. 

Teachers love him, and he takes great smug pride in that fact, his ego fed with every bit of small praise. So when one of them hands back his test without a word and you get the comments instead, his curiosity grows. Is it mean of him to say that you were invisible to him and probably would’ve stayed like that if this had never happened? Maybe so. But perhaps it was a fluke. While he didn’t do his best on this test, a 92% is nothing to bat an eye at so he should have nothing to worry about, right?

Wrong. Is he losing his touch with what he considered the perfect method to the top? Your great surge in grades had rumours spiral around the hallway, things like you taking his place as top of the grade, maybe even surpassing him and weaving yourself into the chair of student council president. 

With a thin-lipped smile, he makes his way over to you, giving his congrats with a pat on the back that seems firmer than necessary. If anything, he could look past all of this since truth be told, it is becoming a distraction. But the mirth in your eyes and the smug, yet tense, grin on your face tells him this is no mistake, this is a proclamation of war against him. 

His papers are perfectly crafted with the utmost professionalism but still holding onto that scholar charm. Projects are well thought out and thoroughly researched and yet you still seem to gain an upper hand with your “finished-one-sitting-the-night-before” papers and projects that the teachers love. Ayato will read every fine detail, eyes glued to each word as he tries to find your secret. 

“Sleep deprivation and constant loads of caffeine can seem to bring out the best parts of a human sometimes.” you state with a smirk. 

From there it should be known that things increased. Students, and even a few teachers, began to catch on to the situation through harsh glares in the hallway or across the class and the smug glances when test scores or big projects are handed back. Ayaka and Thoma can only sigh as he groans to them about how you’ve become insufferable to work with, even if you aren’t actually working together. Not yet at least. 

The teachers who haven’t got a single clue what’s going on between the two of you are curious at what sparked the heavy rise of grades. Even in the subjects you and Ayato aren’t the best at, you’ve still somehow managed to raise your average by a noticeable amount. Perhaps Ayato has them to thank for the turn of events, but at the moment it sure didn’t feel like it.

Already most of the school year gone and a rivalry like this lasting for almost that same amount of time, it’s not wonder you both were buzzing your seats at the notice of another big project, the last one you’d be doing for this class in the year. While you both scowl at the idea of having to work in pairs for this, those deep set lines become even more imprinted onto both your faces when you find out you’re working together as assigned partners. Ayaka only sighs at her brother’s apparent woes, sternly telling him how this is his chance to apologise for starting this whole mess in the first place. 

It’s amazing how you two both manage to somehow stay angry when typing in each other’s phone numbers, not trusting the other with their phone. 

“If you think I’m going to let you personally type your phone number into my device, you’d be widely mistaken and I think the caffeine is starting to screw with your brain,” he says, voice level and cold. 

“Likewise. But you don’t need to tell me your number. For a guy who considers himself so smart, you really didn’t think to check the grade group chat first did you?” you scoff, “It would not only save us both some time, but also my eyes from that thing you call a face.” 

Yet you manage to set up a meeting place and time through gritted teeth, each of you storming away as composed as possible, not daring to look back in case you were to lock eyes. 

Silence is all that can be heard at first, with the faint ticking of the library clock filling the space. Ayato buries himself in the textbook, quickly picking out the details needed for the topic at hand and swiftly writing them down. For what felt like the longest while, neither of you said a word; too busy trying to avoid the other and get the project done. He groans quietly, stretching out his back and sighing as the joints pop. Sparing a glance towards your direction, he takes into account the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration and how you bite at your lower lip. Maybe it’s his brain running on overdrive after looking at the same couple of chapters for the past hours or maybe it’s just him finally noticing things he’d never taken the time to before. He shakes his head, throwing himself back into the deep end of things and letting himself be drowned by text and small graphs, thoughts to be left for another time. 

Earning a grade that would make the teachers either cry in pride or in fear, Ayato finds himself back to square one when it comes to his emotionally inept self. Although he himself thought he buried these ideas and theories deep enough to where they wouldn’t resurface, Ayato finds himself smiling sincerely more often towards your direction. 

Well, as sincerely as he can be when still bitter about you being just below his title as top student. 

The way the malice that his lingering glance holds when you walk by fizzles out when your back is faced towards him doesn’t go unnoticed by the two closest to him, teasing remarks thrown his way when confronted and he can only sigh in return. Distance is what he needs. A change of pace instead of constantly searching for your eyes and grin in the class when results are handed back. Yet in doing so, he couldn’t help but feel a tug that made him want to look back again just this once; not because of grades or anything school related, but to just see you. 

The changes, while subtle to the outside, are noticeable to you. Insults grow to be more sly and on the flirtatious side with the coming weeks though still ecliting the same reaction from you. The lines between whether the heat you feel on the back of your neck is from anger or being flustered by his cheesy lines. Yet he’s been drifting; as if this were all just some elaborate scheme of his to prove himself worthy of whatever it is that he wants. With a faint bruise on your forehead following the effects of slamming your head against a wall repeatedly, you ready yourself to face him. In the most appropriate way possible, of course. 

“Kamisato.” at the sound of his name, Ayato raises an eyebrow at your sudden appearance. 

“(L/n).” walking up to stand in front of him, you stare for a second or two, making him sweat internally at your gaze. Ayato gives a shocked yelp as you pull him up by the ear, dragging him away to a more private place. 

“So, mind explaining to me what that was all about or are we just goin-” gripping his collar and pulling him closer, you stare into his eyes with such determination that he can’t help but melt slightly. 

“I wanted to do this rationally but when it comes to us, nothing is ever done with a clear conscience in mind.” you said.

“What-”

“Do you truly hate me?” He blinks at that comment. 

Does he hate you? He definitely felt some sort of bitterness to you at first; the way you smugly spoke about your latest grade and how you held yourself infuriated him but hate? Surely not. If anything, admiration was greatly masked behind all that saltiness he carried with him at the fact that you were able to seem so carefree and rise the ranks of the grade ladder without so much thought. Maybe it was borderline, and did overlap, into envy at some point but even then, going as far as to wish ill-will on you was something he wasn’t inclined to do. You brought out a side of him he never knew he had until this whole competition started and he could never specifically hate you for it. 

Perhaps all that time spent reflecting did do good for him, it made him understand what he was actually feeling and why he acted so irrationally. Perhaps that is why the answer came so naturally.

“Yes. I do hate you.” A flare of understanding and anger lit your eyes as you released him from your grip, head slightly downcast. 

“As I thought,” you sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. Bidding him a farewell and a sorry, you turn to leave before he lightly takes hold of your wrist. 

“Please, let me finish.” 

“What else is there to say? I got the answer I was looking for.” you look towards him, Ayato’s pleading eyes meeting your gaze as you reluctantly nod.

“I hate you, (L/n). In fact, you could say I practically despise you.” He holds your wrist a little tighter, feeling you start to pull away. “But not because of some fighting over grades and the constant banter. I hate you because of the way you make me feel. I-” He drops his arm, letting go of you. The words die out on his tongue, not making a peep as he opens his mouth to try and continue. Running a hand through his hair, Ayato’s face twists into one of frustration. 

“Fuck I can’t do this.” he sighs out, “Who was I kidding.” 

It’s only awkward silence from there as you both stand aimlessly in the small area you had found. Ayato can’t help but groan at his own misery, the sound catching your ears which makes your jaw tense up further and fist curl. What could he possibly be whining about? He said all that there needed to be said about what was going on between the two of you; it was just some sort of silly entertainment to him. 

Taking in his stance, you rub the area between your eyes, not knowing why you even care so much about this. It was bound to happen eventually anyways, drifting apart to figure out new things, so even if you knew it was coming, why did it hurt so much?

“I've had enough of this.” you mutter. You close the distance between the two of you by marching up to face him, glaring with a sharp stare and pinning him against the wall.

“Now listen here, sweetheart,” you grit out, tone dripping with honeyed sarcasm, “You’ve got guts, I’ll tell you that. Starting this whole thing with me all because of a test score. But truth be told, the banter, the teasing, it was starting to grow on me. But for the past weeks, I’ve been dealing with your avoidance and I don’t think you understand how much it actually hurts. My fault for thinking we were actually becoming friends I guess!” You jab a finger against his chest. “You started this whole thing with me, Kamisato. You’ve had your fun stringing me along with your teases. So now, you better end it with me while you can still look me in the eyes.”

One fracture led to another, a crack in the dam he had built so carefully over the past weeks to keep the barrage of feelings at bay. Yet of course it all had to spill over now, 

“Me? Hurting you?” Ayato retorts, his composure finally crumbling, “This is why I can’t be friends with you! You’re so oblivious to advances that my heart couldn’t take it anymore!” 

“So you avoided me instead of confronting me?” 

“What else could I have done? Confessed and spilled my heart out to you while we were still at each other’s throats?” he grunted, “Oh what a wonderful idea that is.” 

“And you say you’re intelligent.” you muttered, “I gave up on caring about our dispute over school work a while back. I went along with your moves because I thought that maybe, we’d get over it and actually do something. I thought you would’ve noticed when I dropped from my position.” You lean in closer to him, tugging him to you by his mangled necktie. 

“Ayato. You started this whole predicament. Now get us out of it.” Your breath fanned across his nose and before he knew it, he was caught up in it. 

Hesitant and longing would be the best way to describe the way his lips crashed onto yours. Your shirt all balled up in the grip of his hands as his chest buzzed and cheeks burned at the feeling, yet none of it registered as Ayato felt like the butterflies in his stomach would fly him away. The way your hand laced itself in his hair and the one on his waist had him sinking further into the sensation before you both broke apart. 

Pants escaped both of your lips as you gathered your senses back. A dazed expression was soon shook from your face as you tried to smooth out your shirt and collar as best you can though Ayato just rested his head on your shoulder, stopping you from fixing it any further. 

“We’ll have to talk about this more later, Kamisato,” you whisper, “Classes are about to begin soon and-” A gentle press of lips against your cheek halted your words as a sheepish and guilty smile crossed Ayato’s face. 

“We can afford to miss one class,” he says, “Besides, we’re star students, aren’t we?” 

The look on your faces says it all as you shake your head with a sigh. 

“Fine, fine. Though one thing before we go,” He raises his head off your shoulder and leans in closer to your ear. “Call me Ayato now, would you? You did say you wanted to be closer, didn’t you?” He traces a finger along your back. “So here’s your chance, sweetheart.”

[kookieswan]

Red Light - Call Out My Name

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, Angsty tbh, some fluff.

Warnings: Delving into the mind of a nightmare, talk of killing and gore. Reminder that this story isn’t all roses and rainbows. Hoseok is morally gray. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Wanting to finish off your meeting with Hoseok on a good note, you’re not ready for the turn it takes.

Notes: This takes place directly after ‘Playing with Madness’. I hope this is okay! I realize there’s a lot of sitting and talking, but it’s really the heart of what builds their relationship up! Thank you for all your support as well lovelies, I really appreciate it! ♥️

This is the 8th part of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“Did Yoongi tell you about his plan to break some of the nightmares out?” The Nightmare still looks more than displeased, but sits down in the chair situated in front of the barrier between you. Crossing his arms, you note that his wings seem to relax slowly as he continues to stare at you. The dents in his cell aren’t the only reminder of his anger though.

“Are these really the questions you want to be asking right now? Something tells me you have other things on your mind.” His tone is flat, face void of any emotion as he says it. It surprises you slightly since he’s always teasing to a degree… Williams had clearly caused a rift in that, but that’s one think you keep out of your notes as you scribble some down.

You need the answers as badly as you don’t want to ask, or a else you’ll likely get an obscene amount of shit for not getting them. Sighing quietly, you try your best to give him a sincere smile. You don’t want to waste his time with these dumb questions, no, but….

“Please answer Hoseok, it’ll make both of lives easier if you do.” The Nightmare blinks once, twice, and then huffs a humorless chuckle before leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His wings are completely down, almost drooping, but they twitch every now and then in what must be annoyance.

“… No, I had no clue Yoongi was going to go rouge and massacre a good portion of the guards down here. Am I surprised he did it? Also no, he likes to cause mischief ‘for funsies’.” Funsies…? Honestly, it sounds like Yoongi from what you’ve observed so far. The Nightmare is a perfect combinations of unhinged pleasantries and false reassurance. The answer is good enough, so good you decide to change the subject with a final line of writing since Hoseok still looks grumpy.

“Okay… Changing the topic slightly. How did fighting the Nightmare make you feel, the one that assaulted us?” The man breathes in deeply before tipping himself back, effectively tearing his eyes away from you and looking toward the ceiling for what seems like the first time. You bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for a response, not quite sure of what to make of his soured mood, or even how to approach it.

“Fighting it? Well, that was fun. I haven’t got to test my hand in a while… Gutting it after it touched you like that? Nearly euphoric.” His voice drops down to a near whisper, and it unnerves you as a near snarl follows. Usually when you’re around, his attention is apt, eyes on you, almost warm, but now…

“Were you hurt at all? Physically?” Leaning forward, you try your best to show that you genuinely wish to know. Is it a question that you need to ask? No, but you want to make sure that he’s okay since he’s so bothered. You don’t know much about how nightmares heal physically or about their general endurance, so.

“A few scratches here and there, nothing that didn’t heal quickly, Nightmares don’t need much down time to recuperate. Why, were you worried about me dear Doctor?” Perhaps you’re too readable at this point, but then again, it’s human nature to worry for others. Giving him a small smile, just barely a curve of your lips, you nod.

“Yes, I was worried about you.” Hoseok’s eyes snap forward, wide and unblinking. Tapping your pen against your notes, you shrug your shoulders lightly in response.

“I didn’t see the extent of the damage you took since they swept you away so quickly. I’m glad you’re not terribly injured.” He was gone before you could even ask questions, the guards having wrangled him away like the monster they think he is. With all the blood, it was hard to tell who’s was who’s.

“What about mentally? Do you feel like it has affected you negatively in any way? Lingering worries or thoughts?” Eyes narrowing a bit, you just barely notice the way his jaw clenched, how his nostrils flare at your words. Another blink and it’s gone, controlled by the pretty mask he chooses to wear so often.

“There’s nothing to worry about. There was a problem and I solved it, so I won’t linger on what might have played out differently or my actions, Doctor.” A well thought out answer, calculated as he says it slowly back to you. Still, you can’t help but to let a bit more, wishing for nothing more than a deeper look into this Nightmare’s mind.

“It doesn’t bother you that you killed the Nightmare? From what I could tell, there was quite a bit of carnage left behind.” Based on what you’ve managed to collect through research, violence doesn’t typically negatively affect Nightmares. If anything, it spurs them on even more, makes them mindless and bloodthirsty. Even knowing all that, Hoseok had taken the time to check on you, not a trace of madness left behind.

“What bothered me is that it tried to hurt you, that it put its hands on you. Filthy thing didn’t know it’s place, so I put it there. Is it a pity I had to take out one of my own kind? Perhaps, but it needed to be done. I didn’t see any guards trying to help you.” It’s surprisingly honest, and he doesn’t sound mad even, just level. You didn’t see a single guard either, not a single person to lead you to safety, so his point isn’t null.

“Point taken… I suppose I never did say it, so thank you for escorting me to safety Hoseok. I appreciate it.” It’s the truth, even if you were shocked for a solid few hours after it happened. He fought for you, killed someone for you, and as terrifying as that is… It’s also strangely endearing in a way you know it shouldn’t be.

It remains quiet as you jot down a few more notes, finding it surprisingly easy to leave some of the information out. In your expert opinion (because you can say that now thank you very much) it’s in the Nighmares best interests if you leave out some of the deeper things from the doctors down here.

“May I ask you a question?” Dotting off your last set even, you glance back toward Hoseok with raised brows. Humming a bit, you sit back and recross your legs, gesturing for him to go for it. Why not, you’re already allowing for things to slide you likely shouldn’t.

“It seems to be a trend of yours, so sure.” He cracks a smile at that, one that slowly turns into a grin as he stands from his seat, more of the black markings on his chest peeking out from between the zipper of his suit. The Nightmare steps closer, allowing his shadow to fall over your body.

“Were you scared? Worried that you’d be ripped to shreds?” Playing again, but it can’t hurt to indulge him like this every once in a while. Especially if it’ll get him to keep talking to you without issue.

“Yes… and no. Sure, the Nightmare was likely going to kill me but…” Likely isn’t even the right word. You know for a fact that the Nightmare was looking forward to ripping your throat out. Hoseok leans against the wall, forehead nearly touching as he stares down at you intently.

“But…?” It hangs in the air as you try to formulate what you need to say. It needs to be careful, can’t give away too much. That wouldn’t be a good idea with him.

“You were there, and you promised to keep me safe.” You realize how silly it sounds as soon as it leaves your mouth, but it’s true. The only thing that kept you even remotely calm was the fact that Hoseok was there to deescalate the situation… Even if it was in a way you don’t even remotely agree with.

“And I’ve decided I will continue to keep you safe, Doctor. You need me, and I’ll be there. Just call out my name, these walls are thin enough for me to hear.” Call out…? His voice is deep, bordering on what you must be mistaking for sultry, and it’s enough to make you pause. The thought of calling out to him, for him…

“My, my, you look flustered Doctor. Was it something I said?” Pursing your lips, you remain quiet as you start to wrap up your notes, finalizing everything you’ll be submitting for the rest of the doctor to read though. You’re starting to understand why some of the previous psychologists left… or disappeared. You however, are intrigued.

“How much would you squirm if I told you that you look beautiful today? Red really is your color…” Usually wearing neutral colors, you didn’t quite expect for a pop of color to get such a different reaction. You guessed it might draw some attention, but not positive and not from Hoseok of all people. Gathering your materials hastily, you pointedly don’t look him in the eye as he continues to grin salaciously at you, all pearly teeth as he runs his questionably long tongue over them.

“Okay, that’s all for today Hoseok! I have a meeting in about ten minutes I can’t miss. Thank you for your time, and as always, feel free to ask for me before our next appointment if need be.” He watches you stand and retreat, body nearly flushed to the only thing that separates you. Glancing back one more time before exiting, the last think you see before the door slams shut are his extended wings.

“Until then, dearest Doctor…”

[oh-shtars]

@signed-sapphire

Ooooh Saph! That’s actually an interesting question! ✨✨

So how would RFTS!Starsha deal with the KOW!villains…?

I had to think about this. I guess it depends if the duo are just suddenly plopped into the KOW!universe while still retaining their respective backstories in my AU. Or are we assuming they went through the same thing as KOW!Starsha?

I’m going to be assuming the former, because RFTS!Starsha are who they are now because of their original lore. You know what they say. “Your past experiences shape who you are today.”

It’s kinda difficult to imagine it since the KOW!storyline and RFTS!storyline are sooooo different. I don’t know 🤷 😂

But RFTS!Asha, I believe, would be a lot more slow to taking action since she’s less confident than KOW!Asha. Something’s going to have to happen to reaaaaally push her forward. That’s why I put a deadline in my story (Rosas’ 100th Anniversary). Her greatest trait is her love and empathy for those around her, so it was her driving force to fight through her comfort zone to protect the ones she loves before it’s too late.

But other than that, she will do anything at all costs for her friends, family and kingdom. Like KOW!Asha :D.

So it would probably go down the same way with her.

……..

RFTS!Star on the other hand? Ohohoho- Let me tell you 😂😂. KOW!Magnifico would DESPISE him…

I remember that KOW!Mag loves his spotlight, right? Make himself look grand in front of his people? And you know how when first encountering Aster and Asha, he made the fakest ever sympathetic introduction?

Well RFTS!Star ain’t having none of that. He’s seen Mag’s face and that’s way more than enough proof that he’s a terrible person. That king has got the bad vibes. So he would already be dashing away with RFTS!Asha before KOW!Mag could even finish one complete sentence. And suddenly, Magnifico’s job got a lot harder.

Greetings? No. Fake compliments? Nope. Favours or deals? Not buying it. Just hear him out at least? Nuh-uh. Dramatic Monologue? Pfft- no bye.

(Little Context: RFTS!Mag didn’t bother to hide his dark side from Star. He’s a lot more straight-forward compared to KOW!Mag. He’s less show-y, I think?? RFTS!Mag likes his fun but doesn’t like waiting or dragging it out for too long or make it a show for Rosas. He doesn’t even care about them in the first place. So RFTS!Star doesn’t bother hearing out people who he decides is very bad news.)

And now, poor, poor KOW!Magnifico can’t even do one of the things he loves best with this boy or even approach a kilometre from him or RFTS!Asha.

Even if Star does stay long enough for Mag to speak a word, the Peter Pan side of him shows. Remember how he likes frustrating or annoying people he doesn’t like? Come on, you seriously think I’d make Starboy not even an ounce mischievous??

I’d think their interaction would be something like this scene from “Finding Dory:” But minus Dory’s forgetful innocence and replace it with Star being a mischievous troll while staying out of reach. Magnifico is approaching his last nerve. LMAO-

(RFTS!Star is mute and speaks in sign or stardust, so can we pretend KOW!Mag is fluent in it just for simplicity’s sake?)

…..

KOW!Mag (Trying to hang on to his sanity): “You want to go back home to the sky, don’t you? Whoo, that’s a hard wish, kid. Forget about it at this point. Unless…. Well, there IS one thing I could think of to help you with that…”

RFTS!Star (sarcastically): “You can? Well, why didn’t you just say so before? Actually, why didn’t I think of that??”

(KOW!Mag had been trying to catch him for the past few hours and is trying to not let his eye twitch.)

KOW!Mag: “Hehe yes. You see, if you could just…come a little bit closer… maybe I can see what we can do here-“

RFTS!Star: “Sorry, I thought I saw a butterfly. Aren't they just the cutest little things??”

KOW!Mag: “I-…..JUST.… Sure, I suppose they are. Now young prince, can we-“

RFTS!Star: “Wait, what are we talking about again? I haven’t a clue what just happened and I was barely really listening to your blabbering before all this.”

KOW!Mag: “………Oh that’s alright! We can all be a little scattered at times. Haha. You were just going to come down from there so we could properly talk.”

RFTS!Star (with the biggest sht-eating grin): “Hmm, well I kinda like it up here. Why would I want to come down?”

KOW!Mag:

“SO I CAN FINALLY JUST-💢“

You did a little something on canon!Asha and KOW!Aster. Basically, the story wouldn’t have worked out great. Now if KOW!Aster (or even Asha) were in other AUs, do you think it would’ve been a happily ever after?

And how do you think other Starsha duos would have handled KOW’s villains?

Saph this ask is quite a lot for my brain lmao I honestly can't imagine how they would interact in other AUs as I don't fully know the AUs completely... So sorry, but I don't think I have an answer to this one

However, your last question made me curious, and I wanna hear it from you guys @kstarsarts @gracebethartacc @oh-shtars @wings-of-sapphire how would your Asha and Stars handle the monarchs from my rewrite?

[samsvenn]

🌕 with Laito pls for the Timeloop Au

   To think it’d come to this.

“Dig up the corpse of the triplets’ mother. You’ll find your answers there.” 

You haven’t been counting how many weeks have passed since your arrival. It didn't matter, so why bother? The brothers haven’t raised an eyebrow but you don’t know if they’re playing along to a ploy or if they don’t know what’s going on. 

It’s hard to rely on anyone in this household, even a piece of paper couldn’t hold your burdens. Every time it happened, you’ve died through enough loops to know that you can’t transport items from one loop to another. 

You could only rely on one thing that hasn’t failed you - yet at least: your brain. Though, it seems that it’s been getting more tiring to keep track of things, especially when most of them detail how insignificant your death matters. It all changed in the dark hours of one Wednesday. A strange voice called out to you in a haze of your slumber, uttering an unreasonable and bizarre command that made this loop much more jarring to be in: “Dig up the corpse of the triplets’ mother. You’ll find your answers there.” 

Curiouser and curiouser, this loop is beginning to seem different; but it’s impossible to tell whether that’s a good thing or, worst case scenario, not.

Throughout the days, it was easy to slip by in the eyes of these men. You were more careful in how you went through with your plan as dying prematurely was not one of them. There was a thought that rampaged and shook your head, “If I die now, then is something gonna change in the next loop?” Knowing where the treasure had been kept was no good if you couldn’t reach it in time. 

A shovel, crowbar, and some courage were all that you had equipped - Pessimism hadn’t sunk in, for now.

What was it? The third loop? It was definitely not the first, no. That belonged to Subaru. It was an ordinary day in the manor when one of the cursed three, the teddy-bear weeping one, had invited you to go on a stroll. Not exactly the brightest idea, probably the dimmest in a room full of lightbulbs, but that was your first instance of how these men preyed: unassuming bids, then they go right for the killing blow. Grotesque, but it worked. Though, that was also your first time seeing the headstone of their deceased mother, Cordelia. It took seven loops to learn that piece of information and nine more to learn the complete vague history of what transpired. 

Here you are, finally able to face the woman whom you’ve heard quite a lot about, albeit Ayato’s mouth ran free to tell small tidbits that you’d never be able to guess with your ears closed. The assumption doesn’t scare you. But the physical results of that assumption? No wonder Ayato snapped your neck at the first mention of her - her name is still enough to somewhat strike a deep-rooted nerve within the three. This mystery got sweeter and sweeter with every clue you had to piece and now, you were nearing the end flag. 

“Come on, work faster-” Your grip was loosening with every curse. The night dew felt sticky and the air was suffocating to endure. An unlevel heap of dirt went on to grow with every bit of your inclination to find out what was going on. The shovel’s tip was getting dull. The hard dirt was now replaced with porous gravel. Whoever planned the burial was intent on not letting anything in or out of the grave. That raised more questions but you were racing to finish the one right now that you could answer.

Your back muscles felt like they were on fire but it didn’t compare to Reiji locking you inside of an incinerator. Your palms were surely gonna be calloused after thi- Chink!

The shovel hit something hard. Peering down, you saw it - a wooden coffin covered in what seemed to be… wax? This was no time to think or raise eyebrows about Vampire traditions. After more minutes spent creating a steep slope to descend from, your breath weighed heavy with fatigue. 

All this work, all this sweat, just for one forgotten corpse. 

The hinges were melted to the wood. It was an extreme measure you’d never seen before. Were graverobbers that much of a hassle for Vampires? Because they’re not that good if you could get this far. 

Impatience got the best of you. Taking the cold hooked steel in your rough palms, wrecking away at the wood was the best you could come up with. The oak had begun to chip in chunks rather than in pieces - moisture had been reintroduced into the pitiful coffin.  

There- You saw it. The wood covered most of her face, but you saw charred skin. Just a few bashes and the body was yours t-

“Bitch-chan~ Never thought I’d see you here!”

That sing-song tone never failed to flare electrifying jolts on your nape. 

You crept your neck upwards and there he was in all his monstrosity. “Nfufu~ You do know that startled gaze turns me on, right? Is this an invite, hm?” Even in moments of your deceit, he remains as calm as ever. 

“Ehh… What’s with that dumb look on your face? It’s unattractive to not answer a man’s needs, you know.” His steps hone in on you. “…To think I’d find you here. Are you trying to anger me on purpose? Is that your end goal?”

You don’t answer him, leaving him off to fend for his deluded thoughts. Your focus was on getting the corpse out in one piece and figuring out what the voice meant. 

It didn’t do you any good. In the span of no more than a few seconds, Laito had pinned you to the moist gravel ground, a few meters away from the pit you’ve dug. You knew his hands were bigger than yours, but you didn’t know the fury he hid inside of them. “Ah, you’re still under the impression that I’m merciful.” Laito’s voice had changed. It went down a pitch and right now, there was a different person in front of you, one you hadn’t met before in all of the loops. “I don’t need to waste my energy on you any further. You’ll make a good reminder for the future rotting corpses. At least they’ll provide good company.”

The worst part was that he was making you wait for it to end. Vampiric strength was no joke to mess with. Turning your head to the side was impossible so no matter what, Laito got what he wanted, even in your sacred, dying moments. Was he waiting for you to beg? To stop? He never did in the last loops, so you weren’t going to bother.

Getting words out was tough.“Y-You…” His thumb was pressing down on your larnyx, ensuring your next few words would be as concise as possible. It makes you think of whether he caught a glimpse of her charred body. You’d assume he’d make jokes then kill you right afterward, but this time, it felt off - it felt personal. 

“Oh, so you can speak.” Snark had its way with this man. Every breath you took felt grueling. Your peripheral vision started to darken and the pounding heartbeat of your own was deafening. Fear didn’t show in your eyes anymore. Surprise? Definitely. Astonishment? A runner-up. Disgust? A common string that connected the loops in a perfect knot. 

But fear?

What’s a dead target walking got to fear?

Out of all the bastards in that condemned hell hole, Laito was taking first place in how sickening his smile was. Not an ounce of remorse in those plastic dimples. Getting a closer look at them, in your dying moments because only God knew what you’d have to do to get a chance to be as close as this without the perverse snake asking for something in return, they look more artificial - like he spent time ensuring that his smile lines were always in the perfect depth, but never on how there’s a lack of them.

“Go on, scream, beg for me to stop. Make this night better than it already is.” One last warning - giving you the last chance on a non-negotiable plea, in exchange for your dignity, or something more sinister.

“-No amount of brides pleading for their lives or moon gazing will make you less of a replacement nor change the fact that you are.” It took a lot to even get that sentence out. You took two breaths to celebrate your victory before- Snap!

Laito looks at your lifeless warm corpse, pondering on whether or not to give you up to Kanato or hand you over to Reiji for whatever concoctions he’s gonna mix up for future uses.

While he’s concentrating hard on the quickest way to dispose of your body, it doesn’t come to him that cold sweat formed on his forehead. 

He didn’t want to think of it.

No, he absolutely refused to think of it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

…He never told you about Cordelia.

       So who did?

In the following weeks, Laito was sighted less and distanced himself away from his brothers. The ones who were most affected were Ayato and Kanato. Since they were the only ones who knew what he went through and the levels the scars ran skin-deep, then doesn’t that mean they were the ones who..? 

If only he knew the truth that his brothers didn’t tattle on him in that loop.

A mere seven seconds pass before you wake up in the same old nauseating guest room you’ve grown to somewhat tolerate.

A new loop, a new chance to find an ending to this godforsaken never-ending purgatory.

writer’s notes:

give me an inch and i'll give you a mile officially the first post about the timeloop au! I don’t know if this was too long or not since it was just a post for a prompt which is why in the future, I’ll be shortening it down. I got way too invested and excited for the first post of this Au so hope you all enjoy! <3