#Moonlit Butterfly AU

[starlightshadowsworld]

Moonlit Butterfly

Oh you just know Fukuzawa lost his shit when he found out Fukuchi trained Atsushi.

That he's the reason Atsushi as a child was sent to the Great War.

The fact Atsushi is so fucking terrified of Fukuchi as well, that combined with what Mori did to Yosano.

... Yeah Fukuzawa is gonna go on a war path.

[chrollogy]

A LOVER’S UNWRITTEN SCRIPT

— kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

syn: A-list actor, Kuroo Tetsurou—your ex lover—is still shamelessly in love with you. It doesn’t help how the intimate scenes you film together feels like a trip down to memory lane where you held each other’s hearts in the past. Despite Kuroo’s best efforts to keep the bubbling feelings at bay, he shamelessly bares the truth that lay inside his heart during a private rehearsal with you—in hopes to rekindle the once passionate relationship you two shared.

18+ MDNI; actor au, ex-lover!kuroo, implied breakup, mutual pining, exes to lovers, light angst, fluff, kuroo is horrendously down bad for reader (pathetically, even), explicit smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, temptress, my love), not beta read.

word count: 4.8k

notes: weeeee just a lil gift for my dear friend @avatarofstars whom i promised to write a kuroo oneshot for hehe !! enjoy :> divider: cafekitsune.

mimi approved: “he [kuroo] folded like a wet napkin.”

The air was thick, and suffocating, as if it had its large hands wrapped around your neck, blunt fingertips digging into your flushed skin as each second passed, each thundering heartbeat that knocked against your chest. Caged in between familiar arms atop the soft mattress, your gaze was met with bare skin—a beautifully sun kissed chest—peeking beneath an ivory evening shirt with a few buttons sinfully undone.

Kuroo.

An icy shiver kissed along the length of his spine as your digit sensually traced the dips of his collarbones, and down, down, down to the valley of his chest until it's halted by a fastened button. Breath hitching at the eye contact, his hooded gaze clouded with nothing but pure carnal desire, pools of endless hazel reeling you into wicked temptation as his stare lingered on your own a little too long for your liking.

And as Kuroo slowly inched in, your heart skipped a beat or two, the musky scent of his cologne driving all five of your senses up the wall, his evening shirt bunched beneath your very palm.

Fluttering your eyes shut, the mattress shifted beneath the weight of his palms as the tip of his nose found your own, lightly rubbing it against each other—teasing the intimacy of your faces. God, what a tease.

Mere centimetres apart from your lips, the tension in the air steadily climbed to its peak as Kuroo’s hot breath interlaced with your own, locked in an endless dance before being whisked away as he seals your lips together in a passionate kiss.

Familiar. It was all too familiar—the movement of his lips, the heavy breath that planted butterfly kisses all over your face, the miniature sounds that slipped past his mouth, the plushness of it.

Vivid memories burned into your eyelids at the familiarity of the kiss, recounting the bittersweet past that you once shared with the ravenette—the sweet exchanges, the ‘i love you’s’, the countless nights spent tangled in each other’s bodies under the moonlit skies.

A low groan stirred from Kuroo’s chest as he eagerly pressed his face further, the back of your head flushed against the ivory pillow beneath as the soft smacks of your lips together filled the thick atmosphere of the room. It made him dizzy, his body eager for more, more, more as the cloud he rode ascended higher.

Before Kuroo could brazenly slip his hot tongue past your lips to take it up a notch, the director’s sharp voice sliced through the sultry atmosphere, bitterly reeling him back to reality—as if his whole body had been drenched in icy waters,

“Cut!”

It felt like your bodies were mere magnets attracted to one another because it took all of Kuroo’s sanity to hesitantly pull away from you—from your lips—giving ample distance between both your bodies, a daring contrast to a few seconds ago. Lips parted, and chest heaving to satiate his lungs with much needed oxygen, Kuroo took the time to ground himself; to remind himself that, in fact, this was all just an act. Nothing was real.

A breeze of coolness engulfed your skin at the lack of your co-star’s body warmth, a tinge of loneliness rooting itself as you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Reality slowly settled in your skin, slowly becoming aware of the amount of crew, and equipment around—harsh lights flooded from the side, the view of the boom mic hovering above the bed, the camera that captured each scene.

Kuroo couldn’t hear a damn thing the director was saying over the harsh pounding of his heart, mind plagued with endless thoughts of you—it was always you. No one else.

Sure, this was all for the upcoming movie the both of you starred in but he couldn’t erase the fact that everything felt so normal, like it was meant to be. It pained his yearning heart that outside these calculated scenes, you were cold, and distant, carefully treading around him as if you were surrounded by a field of landmines—one wrong move, and everything burns to ashes.

At the end of the day, Kuroo couldn’t blame you, he was the one who initiated the break up in the first place. Five years ago, you were both aspiring actors under the same agency, auditioning for supporting roles left, and right to get your respective names out in the film industry—to get noticed by your unique talents. Somewhere down the line, Kuroo prioritised his career, leaving you to man the boat in the staggering relationship until one day, he finally saw fit to break it off.

A long time has passed since then, now, the two of you were illustrious actors that became household names through sheer talent, starring in countless award winning films. You, and Kuroo only saw each other through prestigious award shows, and buzzing premiere nights but nothing more than a few distant glances here, and there. And it was certainly both your first time to land a romantic leading role together.

The first time Kuroo properly saw you again was during table work for script analysis. Bare faced, clad in the simplest clothes, and a navy blue hat over your head—it had his heart shamelessly hammering away despite the awkward greeting you both exchanged. Safe to say, the ravenette had his hazel gaze locked on you the entire time, stuttering over his words the entire time while a deep crimson blush stained his sun kissed cheeks.

You were different—attractively different. The way you carried yourself in absolute confidence had him weak in the knees. It felt like he was young, and crushing all over again. A feeling Kuroo swore he’d never get tired of as long as it was for you.

Back in his trailer, the raven-haired male unceremoniously plopped himself atop the black leather couch, the fabric groaning beneath his weight. Resting an arm over his closed eyes, he let out a sigh into the empty trailer, silence engulfing his whole body.

It had been a long day of filming for 16 hours, albeit, only the second day, Kuroo still hasn’t gotten used to spending full days with you, he only had his personal trailer to collect his thoughts, and calm himself down from the raging feelings that bubbled in his chest. It was embarrassing, really, a grown man acting like a lovesick, hormonal teenager around his ex-lover.

He felt guilty on his end—you’ve been nothing but completely professional as any actor should be. You voiced your thoughts with the director during particularly challenging scenes, even going out of your way to discuss, and rehearse some lines with Kuroo before the initial shooting had started. Meanwhile on his end, he gawked at you like some starstruck fan, blindly agreeing to whatever you suggested, if it meant getting closer to you.

Funny thing was that Kuroo was forced to work twice as hard to ignore the blossoming feeling deep within the pit of his stomach; the feel of your clothed body beneath his palms, your plush lips, your gaze that never failed to make his breath hitch, it all drove him absolutely insane. 

Removing the arm over his eyes, Kuroo’s phone loudly buzzed from the vanity table, the noise hastily reeling him back to reality. He let out a short sigh before standing up to check the device, legs heavy with exhaustion in each step. The device lit up in his hand, displaying a text message from you; that’s right, you’d asked for Kuroo’s number during the script analysis—he never really deleted yours but it was no use anyway, you had a new one.

‘Hey, Kuroo. Sorry for the late notice! I was just wondering if you wanted to briefly rehearse a few lines with me tonight before filming the scenes tomorrow?’

One thing he couldn’t get used to was you calling him by his surname—it was always Tetsurou or Tetsu from you. God, how he missed the way it rolled off your tongue like honey, saccharine, and smooth. Now, Kuroo just sounded so. . empty, and cold.

Nonetheless, he shook off the uncomfortable feeling rooted deep within his chest, rolling his broad shoulder’s back, muscles moving beneath his ivory evening shirt—it was a habit Kuroo had picked up whenever he felt slightly off.

He swiftly typed back a response, ‘Don’t worry, I don’t mind it at all! I’ll meet you in an hour?’

Seemed casual enough. 

A second later, you replied, ‘Cool :) Meet at my suite in an hour.’ Kuroo’s heart pounded at the thought of spending the late hours of the night in your hotel suite. Sure, he had previously rehearsed lines with you but that was in one of the rooms in your talent agency which felt like he was on the clock. Practising scenes with you in your hotel suite however, it was a completely different story—it felt more intimate.

Given the far distance of shooting location, the production had booked separate suites for you, and Kuroo under the same hotel. It had its pros, and cons—pro: being able to see you first thing in the morning whenever you both headed to the shoot in the mornings; con: even with a wall between your suites, just thinking about how close you were drove Kuroo a little crazy.

Given the ample time to wash up, and prepare for the night ahead, Kuroo stood before the ivory double doors to your suite, script in one hand while the other lightly knocked. After a heartbeat, padded footsteps from the other side hastily made its way towards the doors, faint sounds of the lock becoming undone. A door swung open, revealing you in your relaxed late night attire,

“Come in. Thanks again for coming.”

It was exactly the same view that Kuroo had in his suite—boasting a vast, modern space for its esteemed guest, the suite exuded utmost sophistication, and luxury with its grandeur floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the bustling city beneath. Not trusting his voice, and giving you a nod, Kuroo stiffly headed for the champagne couch beneath the gleaming chandeliers.

You weren’t going to lie, seeing Kuroo standing before your door was something you kind of missed, the way his build almost completely obscured the view of the carpeted hallway outside—it wasn’t a foreign sight at all. You had to mentally slap your face for ogling the man, even for a brief second. 

Though, no one could really blame you with the way Kuroo’s casual attire hugged his physique; clad in a white printed tee that you knew very well, paired with comfy, jet black sweats. The shirt he wore was his favourite, even back then, though, the only difference was that his torso filled it out much, much better now—the slight bulge of his muscled chest that left little to one’s imagination, and the sinful stretch of the ivory fabric circling his beefy biceps.

Oh, god.

Mentally cursing yourself, you followed suit after locking the doors behind, opting to sit on the champagne couch parallel to where Kuroo sat—his back was straight, and away from the backrest, sitting slightly on the edge of the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. Did you want anything? Hm, the complimentary dom pérignon is still unopened in the wine fridge. .”

Kuroo shook his head, “I’m fine.”

Mixing alcohol into this rehearsal sounded like a nightmare considering how much of a blabbermouth he became once liquid courage stained his bloodstream.

Nodding at his contentment, both of you spent the first few minutes sharing a few notes about the script from the table read, exchanging thoughts and ideas to grasp a deeper understanding of the scene at hand.

You had to physically refrain yourself from smiling at the way Kuroo stumbled over his words from time to time, his hands animatedly moving with each sentence that slipped past his lips. He was always so confident around everyone else but when it came to you, his mind just blanked. After all these years, he was still the same old Kuroo that you loved, and knew.

Something deep in your chest bubbled.

After a while, you were both on your feet, acting out the scene in the expansive living room which involved a bit of a heated argument back, and forth between the female lead, and the male lead.

Kuroo’s tall figure loomed over your own, pools of hazel staring down at you, full of hurt, and confusion, chest heaving from all the emotions that surged through every fibre of his body, “Do you—do you not love me anymore? To even throw baseless accusations at me while my heart yearns for you day, and night is unfair. If you don’t feel the same way for me anymore, tell me, my love,” Two steps closer, trembling hands coming up to cup your jaw, while his solemn gaze locked on to yours.

“Just. . just say the word, and I’ll let you be. Even if this is the very thing that breaks my beating heart.”

Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you inhaled a sharp breath, returning Kuroo’s solemn gaze, your hand sliding up to rest atop one of his own, “No—god, never. I love you so much it hurts. I love you with all my heart, and soul. . ‘M sorry I said stupid things. I just—”

“Shh, it’s okay, my love.” He whispers into the air, barely audible. Kuroo leans his forehead against yours, staying still for a brief moment, before pulling away, eyes shifting down to your lips—the next part had a passionate kissing scene between your character, and Kuroo’s character.

He waited for your approval with a bated breath, and with a slight dip of your chin, Kuroo didn’t hesitate to dive into your lips, letting out a content sigh as he sealed the distance.

The kiss was slow, and deep—it felt real, almost like it came from the depths of his heart. He took his time with your lips, moving ever so slowly to savour the saccharine taste, and angling his head to gain better access. The two of you stood there, in the middle of the spacious living room, lips locked in a sensual kiss, neither one dared to pull away as if waiting to hear the director’s voice say ‘Cut!’ to end the scene.

It never came.

And Kuroo gripped your face a little tighter, pressing himself further into you, savouring the plush of your lips before abruptly pulling away. You shamelessly chased his lips for more, looking up at your ex lover through hooded eyes. Something in the atmosphere shifted—maybe it was the way Kuroo looked down at you, his pink lips parted, and chest heaving or maybe it was the way his kiss felt too real. It was different from the kisses he gave in front of the camera.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint it but Kuroo’s kiss weighed with history behind it.

“I love you. God, I still do. So fucking much.” Kuroo breathed out, voice shaky. He couldn’t hear his own words properly over the hammering of his heart. Fuck, he felt his head spinning. 

That wasn’t in the script. Was he improvising?

You froze beneath Kuroo’s searing touch upon hearing the sudden confession, meeting his solemn hazel eyes. If he was being honest, he didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to just let you know what lay inside his heart, all Kuroo knew was he was still shamelessly in love with you—none could change that fact.

“Kuroo . . ?” A deep crease between your brows formed as you furrowed them, trying to find an answer beyond pools of amber. He gave a mournful smile, “I’m sorry, I was such an idiot back then. I-I know it’s stupid to ask you to come back to me but . . you’re the only one I truly want.”

The man before you sheepishly looked down at his feet as you stared at him in disbelief, like you’ve seen some kind of ghost. Your head spun—it was too much to process, you didn’t know whether to be happy because you felt the same way or angry since Kuroo had the audacity to confess that easily after leaving you in the air for so long.

Fuck it.

At your deafening silence, the hands that cupped your face loosened, Kuroo’s body slowly reeling back but before he could put ample distance between, you grabbed him by the collar of his ivory shirt, and eagerly sealed your lips together, earning a surprised gasp from the taller male.

Melting into each other’s hold, Kuroo cut the sweet kiss short, opting to pepper hot, open mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, nose grazing against your sensitive skin to breathe in your intoxicating scent,

“Mhm—! Tetsu. .”

The sudden use of his nickname earned a sharp bite at the junction of your neck, pulling out a dulcet moan from you. Kuroo’s head spun at your dizzying sounds—god, he missed the way his name effortlessly rolled off your sinful tongue. The slumbering beast between his legs stirred as you continued to call out his name into the air like a prayer.

It wasn’t long before the two of you stumbled onto the soft bed while locked in a messy, passionate kiss, trails of discarded articles of clothing along the wooden floors of the suite, just like a pair of lovers who had been long deprived of each other’s blazing touch—it awakened yours, and Kuroo’s dormant, yearning hearts, and nothing was bound to stop it now.

It had been far too long silently orbiting around one another like two celestial bodies intertwined in an endless dance, gravity never straying you both too far from each other but also neither bringing you closer. Tonight, however, it seemed like the universe had granted you, and Kuroo a potent gravitational force—two celestial beings bound for a planetary collision.

It was scandalous—something keen-eyed tabloids would go crazy over—all teeth, and tongue paired with a series of whispered names into the night air. Professionalism was long thrown out the window.

Oh, you could already imagine the amount of bizarre headlines with your names plastered all over the media if one were to see a glimpse behind the doors of your hotel suite.

Just like the scene shot earlier today, Kuroo caged your naked body with his arms, every dip, and curve of his muscles contoured beneath warm hues of the lights above. He slowly kissed his way down the valley of your breasts—teasingly poking his sinful tongue to lap in between them—down to your stomach until reaching the very place where you needed him the most.

“Just like I remembered—beautiful as ever.” Kuroo breathed out, in awe of your raw beauty laid out in front of him to absolutely devour, hazel eyes filled with genuine admiration. His breath fanned over your hot sex, pulling your thighs apart to reveal your glistening cunt.

He didn’t hesitate to dive in, groaning into your soft skin as his tongue eagerly explored your sensitive core. With his eyes closed, forehead creased in absolute concentration, and fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, Kuroo pressed his face further, relishing the familiar flavour that graced his taste buds—you. Your hands were quick to fly down to his unruly raven strands, tugging at it as he lapped your insides like there was no tomorrow.

Whimpers of his name lingered on the damp air, going straight to his cock that hardened with each moan of his name.

Sinful, lewd sounds of Kuroo’s tongue against your velvety walls, mixed with your moans reverberated throughout the expansive suite. He pulled a long, airy whimper from your lips as he nudged the tip of his nose against your sensitive clit, sucking profusely on your sopping cunt.

God, he felt right at home.

The feeling Kuroo had been chasing for the past five years finally came to him on a silver platter, and he wasn’t about to let it go again.

A bubbling feeling in the depths of your core slowly made itself known, rapidly rising up, up, up near the surface where it was bound to release but before that could happen, you mustered all your strength amidst the lustful daze to form a coherent sentence,

“T-Tetsu—wait! Mhm! Hold on. .” You audibly gasped, prying him away from your sensitive cunt. A smack of Kuroo’s lips lingered in the air as he pulled away, hooded gaze staring up at you with concern laced in his eyes, “Something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He panted, hot breath ghosting over the apex of your legs; you watched as his eyes frantically scanned your face, looking for any signs of discomfort.

Shaking your head, Kuroo softly melted onto the ivory sheets below with ease, waiting for you to voice your thoughts; keen hazel eyes watched as you bit your bottom lip, a tinge of hesitancy clouding your blissful expression, “I want to cum around you.”

There was a heartbeat, a brief moment as your words registered in Kuroo’s head—his lips, glistening with your essence, slowly parted, the crimson blush across his cheeks deepening as he fully grasped your sentence. Millions of emotions surged through every fibre of his being, ranging from A to Z. He deemed himself the luckiest man alive, just the thought of feeling your hot, velvety walls around his cock made his head spin with lust.

”You little temptress.” He breathlessly chuckled, it was anything but innocent.

Kuroo eagerly situated himself to your left, propping his body sideways to face you. As if communicating through telepathy, you mirrored his action, bare back flush against his naked chest—it was second nature at this point, having done this countless times in the past; safe to say it was yours, and Kuroo’s favourite position.

Hooking your left hand under your thigh, you propped it up onto the air, a dainty moan escaping your swollen lips as Kuroo teasingly brushed the tip of his hard cock. It made you a little nervous with the knowledge of how thick he was—sure, you’ve taken him inside you before but five years was a long time ago. As if he could sense your nerves, Kuroo placed a trail of chaste kisses from your neck down to your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

With a bated breath, he slowly inched in bit by bit, earning a series of colourful profanities slipping past your lips. God, Kuroo was fucking thick. “Mhm . . Y-you feel so good.” He whined, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as he bottomed out, relishing in the way your eager walls sucked him in without an ounce of hesitancy, almost like they were welcoming him back.

Both of you stayed still for a moment, sounds of heavy breathing filling the warm air of the night, basking in the rawness of each other’s body, the intimacy of the whole thing—the way Kuroo felt inside you, and the way you felt around him. “I missed you so much, Tetsu . .” That was the last coherent sentence you confessed before he slowly drew his hips back until the head remained, and sensually thrusting back in.

Kuroo wanted to take his time, giving you deep, slow thrusts to feel every inch of him, and fuck, you absolutely did. The way the head of his cock kissed your sweet, sweet spot had your eyes rolling back, and hand gripping on the ivory sheets below; it didn’t help how Kuroo directly moaned into your ear, hearing every incoherent mumble that slipped past his lips.

His fingers dug into the plush of your hips, angling his own to gain better access. Soft, lewd squelches of your bodies meeting filled your ears as Kuroo’s pace picked up a bit, the bubbling feeling once again resurfacing as each hammering heartbeat pounded on your chest.

Fuck, it’s been so, so long since you’ve had him—the way your body reacted under his touch were enough proof of how deprived you were of this man.

Tears pooled around your eyes at the depth of his sheathed cock, hitting places inside you that you’ve never discovered. A series of dulcet moans rumbled from your chest, and onto the high ceiling above, forehead pressed against the soft mattress beneath as pleasure engulfed your whole body. Tired, burning muscles on your left thigh was nothing compared to the ecstasy that gnawed at every fibre of your being.

But before you could reach the peak, Kuroo slowed down, earning a loud whine from you. Looking over your shoulder, you met his lustful gaze, lashes, and eyes glazed from tears of bliss, 

“W-wha—Why’d you stop, Tetsu . . ?” “I’m sorry but I really want to see you, my love.”

Next thing you knew, Kuroo had flipped your bodies—he remained on the bed while you straddled him, legs on either side of his waist. Impatience brewing in your chest, you wordlessly grabbed his hefty cock, and slipped it inside, earning a unison of deep moans from both of you.

An icy shudder licked up Kuroo’s spine as your nails scraped his bare chest. “Tetsu.” You whined, slowly moving your hips up, and down, up, and down. Raven strands stuck to his sweaty forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his flushed skin; he stared up at your fucked out expression, biting on his bottom lip at the sight before him; oh, how he missed this view.

It didn’t take long for you to become a whimpering mess as Kuroo thrusted upwards, meeting your hips as you came down. This earned a loud moan of his name, curling over your own body, and planting your forehead flush against his sweaty chest. 

He let out a humourless chuckle, “Tired, baby?”

Before you could muster a response, Kuroo shifted beneath your limp body, hands coming up to rest on your hips, and planting the soles of his feet firmly on the mattress before mercilessly pistoning his hips into yours.

You eyes swiftly opened at the intense pleasure that ate away at your body—fuck, you didn’t even know they were closed—moaning loudly against Kuroo’s skin like there was no tomorrow. The room was filled with the heavy scent of sex, sounds of shameless skin slapping echoing throughout the walls of your suite; if one were to walk along the hallway, they’d know exactly what was happening beyond the ivory doors.

Unable to move your hips due to Kuroo’s deathly grip, you lay limp on top of his naked body, taking all of him, and the relentless pounding, your bare figure jerking with every sinful thrust. Looking up at him with teary eyes, you rested a trembling hand on his cheek, basking in his handsome beauty—his face concentrated in pure bliss.

“A-ah—! Tetsu. . ‘M coming!”

All it took for Kuroo to cum with you was your blissful expression, and the broken whine of his name. Sheathing his hard cock deep inside your cunt until his hips were flush against yours, he let out a shameless moan of your name, head pressing into the pillows beneath as icy shivers ran up his spine. Your body stiffened with pleasure, clenching around Kuroo’s cock as you reached your orgasm; a small whine left your lips at the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white. 

You lay limp atop his body, sweaty, muscles burning with exhaustion, and blissfully on cloud nine. Staying still for a brief moment, heavy breaths filled the air as the situation settled onto your bones. With your eyes still locked on Kuroo, your thumb gently caressed his cheek, earning his hazel gaze in return.

“I thought you were improvising earlier.” You let out a tired laugh, trying to lighten the mood now that lust was slowly wearing off your mind.

He looked down at you for a brief second before fixing his gaze onto the ceiling above, a solemn smile gracing his lips, “I meant every word I said back there, you know? I . . I still do love you. Like I mentioned earlier, it's stupid but I want to at least try again. I’d be more than a fool to let you go.”

Kuroo looked down at you once again as you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his chin—something he had grown fond of—gaze melting as you met his eyes once again; he gave you a smile, one that reached his eyes.

“I’d be the more stupid one if I refused. I missed you a lot, Tetsu.”

The next morning, the shoot started off without a hitch. Surprisingly—as observed by the crew—there wasn’t a sense of awkwardness between you, and Kuroo in comparison to the first two days of filming where many had noticed that you, and your co-star didn’t have much chemistry off-camera to begin with.

No one dared to point it out but many have noticed the lingering touches here, and there, the prolonged eye contact, and the stolen glances. One member of the crew even swore to have seen you sneak over to Kuroo’s personal trailer at the end of the shoot with a lovesick smile written all over your face.

Safe to say that these subtle actions carried onto premiere night, and press tours for the film which may or may not have had eagle-eyed fans, and tabloids speculating about a budding relationship between you, and Kuroo, especially when asked during promotional interviews.

Though, you’d both usually just laugh it off with a shrug. It was best to keep it personal—like an unwritten script.

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

May 31st

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1. A) Hi I'm looking for fics where Wei Wuxian actually gets angry after lan Wangji r-words (rapes) him.

B) ITMF fics where wwx and lz fight over their kid(s) and wwx is trying to stop lz from taking the kid(s) away @thehappyyellow (In the future please use the full word or 'non-con' for clarity and for possible phrase filtering ~Mod L)

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2. So I saw a reel on insta the other day where someone was like: bloodbenders on a battlefield, controlling corpses. And my thoughts immediately went to an untamed/avatar the last airbender fusion? Firebending wen, energy bending removing "golden core equivalents", water bender &/or energy bender wwx, nonbender jyl...jin= n water tribe, Jiang south. Nie=earthbenders, lan=airbenders. Idk. Lost avatar. Hunting spirits to bond with to get more bending/be more powerful. Big wars in both, lots options

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi (T, 181k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, Avatar fusion, action/adventure, families of choice, light angst, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, pining)

Brightly Burning by Netrixie (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, No Yin Iron, Touch-Starved, Tiny Angst, Slow Burn, Pre-Relationship, LXC is a good big bro, Element control, [PODFIC] Brightly Burning by Netrixie by kealdrakemna)

Heart of the River by meyari (T, 23k, XuanLi, JYL/MM/WQ, WangXian, ChengQing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, No Yīn Iron (The Untamed TV), fire manipulation, Water Manipulation, Drowning, War, major character death (no one we care about), most people live / some people die, BAMF JYL)

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3. Hi! For itmf I am looking for fics where WWX and LWJ are together (or confess, or kiss, or something romantic happens), then they split up for a long time, and then get back together. Preferably canon era (not modern). I would love to read about their time apart as well as their reunion, if any fics like this can be found! Thanks, everyone! xoxo

there's no promised goodbye here by Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, WWX & WN, JC & WWX, WWX/OCs, Modern, Post-Break Up, Roommates, Domestic Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Clothes, Drinking, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Ensemble Cast,bUnreliable Narrator,bCW IN BEGINNING NOTES)

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4. Do you know any daemon au where the daemon isn't tied to the golden core? (because losing his GC is already a lot so losing also his daemon would be a real torture for both JC and WWX)

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5. Do you know any fics where we have both wangxian and Mingjue/Xichen? Not in a modern au but in the canon or in a canon divergeance/time-travel/etc

A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, time travel, not jiang friendly)

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, cloud recesses, NHS & LWJ friendship, developing relationship, LWJ pov, minor injuries, autistic LWJ, implied/referenced child abuse, aka YZY warning, genius WWX, light angst, hurt/comfort, WWX protection squad)

No Paths Are Bound by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, LQR is a good uncle, and also a good man, shufu saves the world, Background Relationships, Introspection, Happy Ending, title shamelessly stolen from tian guan ci fu, mild warning for implied nc re: madam lan)

Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, MM/WQ, NMJ/LXC, NHS/JC, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives AU, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker NHS, Fix-It)

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6. Hello! Could you lovely folks recommend me fics where Lan Wangji just about launches himself at Wei Wuxian at the Banquet after WWX drinks the cup Jin Zixun tried to force Lan Wangji to drink? Please? @kaitou-cure-prism12

My request was about the horny not about LWJ being worried or terrified.

Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear (T, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, First Kiss, horny LWJ agenda, LXC is suffering in LQR's name, [PODFIC] Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear) If 6 wanted Lan Wangji launching himself at Wei Wuxian because he thinks it's hot that he drank the wine (rather than out of fear or concern), then Give Me One Good Honest Kiss

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7. hey admins! itmf more fics like 'transcend' by covalentbonds where people react to wwx og body or just his beauty in general. extra bonus where lwj gets jealous. thank you <3

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8. Hi!! I am in the mood for a fic where Wei Wuxian dies but he hangs around as a ghost or raised corpse. I would love it if he is still a very active/central character to the fic (just, ya know, dead). Thank you!

asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining, for 20+ years as per the course with lwj)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits)

Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm (T, 50k, NHS & WWX, LWJ & NHS, WangXian, Humor, Friendship, Love, Mystery, Canon Divergence, Smart NHS, WWX doesn't stay dead, LWJ gets a new friend, Happy Ending, Fix-It, To be clear the WangXian is mostly background, This fic is about friendship)

🧡 Vow by draechaeli (E, 216k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BeliefGod!WWX, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, minor male lactation, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con because JGS, Mentions Canon Typical Incest, Canon Typical Violence)

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, Family bonding, Fluff, Angst, Parental WWX, BAMF WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Ghost sex)

Ghost of Mine by SasukiMimochi (E, 139k, WIP, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Temporary Character Death, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Alternate Canon) This one Will make you cry and it’s mainly in WWX’s pov. (It’s also got Amazing art)

🔒 The Time Traveler's Soul by mondengel (Not Rated, 2k, WangXian, Time Travel, 🔒[PODFIC] The Time Traveler's Soul by flamingwell) WWX does die and come back as a ghost in this, but he comes back pre-canon because of time travel. Hopefully this still fits what OP is asking for!

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9. Hii. So basically right now I'm looking for some fics that can basically be anything but it's has to have a scene or scenes of the Jiang sibs being jealous. Whether they are jealous of Wei Ying with the Lans or him with the Wens. I just want them to have a scene or scene with them going "he's supposed to be here not there" etc. @thatperson0-0

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

The Price of a Golden Core by AshayaTReldai (M, 9k, WangXian, Angst, Tension, Aggression, JC pays the price for his choices, demanding letters, JC is a Brat, Supportive Lan Brothers, WWX deserves the best, Life Debt, Sad Ending Sad Ending for JC)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

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10. Hello hi? I want to know if there’s a fanfic where the juniors get to meet with past family (like sizhui to meet head disciple Wei wuxian, or Jin Rulan to meet his young parents) and such ? Or even just all of them meeting the past in general, anything associated with the idea

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JZX & JL, LSZ & LJY, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Probably gonna definitely be some, Angst, But also, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) Has the Junior Quartet finding themselves in the past & meeting various characters

River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, LJY having the time of his life, Voyeurism) CRSA-era WWX & LWJ end up in the future & interact with the Juniors while there

A Room Full of Dead People by BurningBlueDiamond (T, 10k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, but not really, Canon Divergence, Conference in Qinghe but canonically they stay in Gusu, strangely fluffy, POV Outsider)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

Time Travel, Obviously by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, Time Travel, Crack) feature the Junior Quartet time traveling.

The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 26k, wangxian, Time Travel, Parenthood, Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Happy ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

How to get anxiety from time trave and not mess up (by fall out boy) by SerlinaBlack (T, 5k WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Fluff, Family Fluff, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX, WWX in WWX's Body, Slightly, Canon JC, he isn't there much, like two lines mentioned at tops, but JC fans might jot like it) feature Lan Sizhui and sibs meeting past Lan Wangji and others.

Song of Joy and Regrets by HelloKitten (Not Rated, 134k, wangxian, hualian, WIP, TGCF, Angst, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, characters watching their series, Time Travel Fix-it)

Spring Again by Saori (M, 646k, JL & LJY & LSZ, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Canon Era, Time Travel, Canon-Typical Violence, CQL Canon Complaint, Spoilers, Platonic Relationships, Friendship, Action/Adventure, Violence, Investigations, Mystery, Punishment, Angst, War, Canonical Character Death, Slow Build, Burial Mounds, Sunshot Campaign, Implied/Referenced Torture, Politics)

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11. Hi!! is there any modern au fics where wwx gets a boyfriend or a hickey or something and LWJ gets jealous @yesibest

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12. itmf wangxian pride and prejudice au??

only the deepest love by occultings (microcomets) (T, 40k, WangXian, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Canon Divergence, Jane Austen Fusion, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Epistolary, (briefly), Everyone Lives, Podfic Available)

Half Agony, Half Hope by queenklu (T, 105k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, Jane Austen Fusion, persuasion au, Pining, Broken Engagement, Secrets, Espionage, Child Injury, Terrible Parents (YZY & JFM), Past Child Neglect)

Clans and Cultivation by ChalionKat (G, 86k, WangXian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, SL/XXC, WIP, Regency AU, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Yes we did just rewrite P&P with Untamed characters, although the plot diverges more later, spelling mistakes are deliberate because Austen)

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13. for the next itmf, im craving some really good worldbuilding, im obsessed when the little details of everyday life are explored, be it on cultivation (when they aknowledge that wwx created a wholenew school of cultivation when he started gui dao), architecture, cuisine, clothing, etc.

it can even be a whole new au, that is not in the canon setting but has at least some supernatural going on, and follows book canon and characterization.

🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 179k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 174k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad WWX, dad LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations, Horror, Canon Temporary Character Death, Cultivation Sect Politics)

🔒 he’s worth it, for every bead in his hair by overgrownruins (E, 74k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, minor NMJ/WWX, MBJ/SQH, A Companion to Wolves AU, Minor Character Death, Animal Death, Wolves, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Outdoor Sex, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical SexismNordic Setting, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Minor Breeding Kink, you know how it is with wangxian)

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU) sweet chaos has lots of references to culture and daily life

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, wangxian, canon divergence, necromancy, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, Fix-it of sorts, yilingwei sect au) and Grave dirt for Wei Wuxian creating a sect based on demonic cultivation.

transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending) an incredible and underrated modern with magic (but not cultivation)

As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (T, 8k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Tea, Finding out preferences, Yes LWJ likes his WWX but what else does he like?, Childhood Memories, Yunmeng trio feels, child rearing, This is very indulgent tho like all I want is for LWJ to be pampered, Post-Canon, Very Very Light Angst, Fluff)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) has a lot of worldbuilding. At one point author comes up with a mph for sword flight and how it compares to other types of travel, and wwx gui dao is a key point

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14. Itmf a ff similar to concord by deastar with wwx slowly getting depressed after marrying to the Lan clan, the more gut wrenching the better, thanks 💕

a light hidden and singing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 48k, wangxian, arranged marriage, pining, getting together, slow burn, misunderstandings, miscommunication, blood & injury, happy ending, smut)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, wangxian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC, Mojo’s Post) 14 is nearly identical to request 14 on the May 26th ITMF. These are the ones I suggested for that post: a light hidden and singing and Mourning Robes but maybe today's poster is looking for more in the same vein?

Betrothed by Dixielis (E, 10k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Hybrids, Fox WWX, Dragon LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Miscommunication, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy)

To Bring You Back Within My Reach by ablaiseofglory (M, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, No dubious consent, Adopted Children, Kid Fic, A/B/O Dynamics, omega wwx, Alpha LWJ, Misunderstandings) I think it's abandoned but it's one of my favourite wips.

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15. Hello! ITMF favorite canon-era (not modern) Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen fics? Or, WangXian fics where the Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen feature prominently? Thank you!!

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16. In the mood for: Wei Wuxian living his best life as Lan Wangji’s trophy husband being spoiled every single day

Thank you in advance I really appreciate all the suggestions you usually deliver everyone 😘 @kanrax-blog

🔒 The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, First Time, LWJ's Horny Grip, LWJ does not know what hit him, and yet somehow he still realizes it before WWX, canon wangxian dynamics, college AU, LWJ starts off annoyed at WWX, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)

🔒To Make Him a Perfect Bride by Hinu (E, 139k, WangXian, Modern AU, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Feminization, Crossdressing, Marriage Proposal, Romantic Comedy, Meet the Family, Homophobia, Cultural Differences, Discrimination, Wealth kink, Potentially Unhealthy Beauty Standards, Rich LWJ, Power Bottom WWX, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Plot With Porn, Mild Kink, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Coming Out, Implied Canon-Typical Child Abuse, Phone Sex in Public, Sexual Harassment, competent wwx, Financial Domination, Sexual Roleplay, Light BDSM, WWX's dog phobia, Submissive LWJ, Blood, Smoking, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, WWX's dissociative panic attacks in later chapters, Gay LWJ, Protective LWJ, Weddings, Wedding Planning, Secret Relationship, Genderqueer WWX, BAMF NHS, Gay WWX, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, fem! WWX is A-Jingyi's and A-Yuan's sexual awakening, Office Sex, Airplane Sex, Happy Ending, Class Differences, Crazy Rich Asians Fusion) So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)

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17. For the next itmf, does anyone have any good WWX harem or happy poly fics? Like the Jades Lotus where WWX was with both jades and they were all happy and sweet? Please and ty!!

With This Shadowed Blade by Anonymous (M, 134k, WWX/LXC/LWJ/NMJ/NHS, WIP, WWX has a romantic harem, WWX Gets a Hug, Slow Burn, Dragon LWJ, Dragon WWX , WWX is a magical dragon, Polyamory, Angst with a Happy Ending, WWX is Loved, Bad Parent YZY, Creature Inheritance, Creature Fic, Dragel Dynamics, Dragel fic, WWX Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Child Abuse) might like, it’s WWX with LWJ/LXC/NMJ/NHS and has some good fluffy moments but is a little angsty too and is not very jiang friendly but has lots of worldbuilding and everyone’s a dragon

We can fix that by Spindoctor (E, 73k, WWX/LWJ/NMJ, WIP, Threesome - M/M/M, NMJ Lives, Arranged Marriage, Oral Sex,bAnal Sex,bCock Warming, Caretaking, Light BDSM, Thigh jobs, Everyone Loves WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Frottage, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Canon-Typical Violence, Starvation recovery, PTSD, PTSD RECOVERY, Suicidal Ideation, Scars, Discussion of Surgery, mild body horror, discussion of starvation, body talk, Nightmares, screaming ghosts, WWX's canonical cnc kink, cnc fantasies, Light Bondage, tender fucking, instead of talking about feelings, Slow Burn, JYL Lives, BAMF JYL, Erectile Dysfunction, Weight Gain,bChapter Specific Tags in Beginning Notes) NMJ/LWJ/WWX, a lot of fluff and healing. Might have a conflict in the future but it's ongoing and currently there's not any mention of future conflict I can remember

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[meatballwan]

(My ratiorine fairy au art, but censored aventurine booty)

Ratio: Moonlit fairy. What are you doing in the forbidden woods?

Aventurine: I'm lost. Can you show me the way out?

Possible ideas: faerie court, purple emperor fairy dr. ratio (the purple emperor is such a pretty butterfly), dark elf dr. ratio?, last of his kind aventurine

(also, why are there so many dr. ratio x aventurine tags? which one should i use??)

[rubylarkspur22]

AU Master List

Since I expanded beyond KNY, I have decided to add on to make my page easier to navigate!

Demon Slayer/KNY

Sunlit Blossoms/🌸: My Swap AU where Nezuko and Tanjirou are swapped. Nezuko trains under Rengoku. Currently my longest running story!

Scattered Embers and Broken Hearts/🔥: Age/Fate Swap AU where Rengoku and Mitsuri are the main characters. Featuring an entirely different roster of Hashira, switching age, fate, or both with their canon counterpart.

Burning Ribbons/🎀: Shabana-Kamado Swap AU, featuring a Demon Slayer Ume, and the continuing parallels between these groups of siblings!(Plus some background WLW moms in the form of Kotoha and Shizu)

Sunflowers and Thundering Fireworks/💕: Ship Swap AU, where Kanao is the main character, Aoi is feral, and Nezuko has a body count. Among other such crazy turns of ships.

Moon Princess, Chosen Sunlight/🌙: Version 1 of the Kamado-Tsugikuni Swap AU. Nezuko(AKA Tsukihime) is Upper Moon One, and Tanjirou is the original Sun Breather. Featuring shenanigans galore, including Yoriichi stunning the Demon Slayer Corps with his pure skill. Michikatsu just wants to not have triple the eyes.

Ashen Moonlight, Sun Goddess/🌙: Version 2 of the Kamado-Tsugikuni Swap AU, with Nezuko as the first Sun Breather and Tanjirou(AKA Haikou) as Upper Moon One. Yoriichi continues to be supernatural by conquering the sun on day 1, as well as being the twin with the Ghost Aunt. Michikatsu is tired and desperately craves an uninterrupted nap.

Mirrored Sunset/🔄: Full Reverse AU. Demons are Slayers, Slayers are demons, Michikatsu is an overworked and underpaid immortal dad, and I've made the women as demons kinda terrifying in the power they wield.

Moonlit Butterfly/🦋: Kochou-Kamado Swap, where Kanae is trying to turn Shinobu back into a human. Nezuko is in desperate need of therapy, Tanjirou's trying his best from beyond the grave, and Kokushibo and Muzan are in for hell when Nezuko gets her hands on them.

Miyuri Koarashi/❄️: My KNY OC, the Snow Hashira. Mostly focusing on her canon AU story, but I may dabble in mixing it with my other AUs.

Legend of Spyro

Head Canons/✨: Ideas and theories pulled from both my head and outside sources(mostly the Pullen interview)

OC Stuff/🩵🧡: Stories(both "canon" and AU) about my two OCs for the trilogy, of are Spyro and Cynder's respective mothers. Canon AU has some angst, all versions heavily feature head canons that are from either my own mind, the fandom, or an interview with Jared Pullen on unused concepts for the games.

Swap AU/💜🖤: An AU in which the wrong egg went down the Silver River, but the Ancestors intervene in a desperate bid to try and stop Malefor for good. Spyro is raised as the child and heir of Malefor, and Cynder is raised peacefully in the Swamp. And the Guardians have some questions.

Human AU: AU I made while trying to practice dragon anatomy, where the characters are humans. May feature changes from canon, but mostly canon compliant.

Original Stories/💝

My original stories. They take place in the same universe, but different areas.

Refuge in Fire: A half-mermaid princess (Leilani)falls in love with a half-dragon(Thaleia), and faces the challenges that come with both her love and the new life that comes with it. Luckily, there's still plenty of support for both of them.

The Lunar Queen: The story of the Fae Queen Asteria, and the challenges she faces as Queen. Luckily, she’s not alone.

I tagged all the AUs in the tags. Feel free to explore them and send me asks about them!

[isaut]

𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝑰𝑰 —kazuha x reader. follow up to this. part of of 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. (a southern au)

with a hot dog balanced in his hand, kazuha scrolls through his phone until he finds the facetime app. he lifts his head to check the time on the dimly lit oven clock, noticing that it wasn’t too late. 10:30 wasn’t that late in the evening.

so he hits the call button, takes a bite of his hot dog, uses his tongue to swipe up some condiments that landed on his lip. the party is still raging- alan jackson can be heard reverberating through the walls form the speaker outside.

you answer on the second ring, so you must not be too mad at him. kazuha smiles, and with his voice twanged from exposure to his friends and beer, gives you a drawled: "hello, gorgeous."

you're in bed, he can recognize the headboard and the pimple patches on your face.

"what do you want?" you huff.

"just wanted to talk to you," kazuha says, "i realized somethin.'"

"what, that you're in love with someone else?"

"no, no, no, that i'm in love with you. listen- listen- i've been unable to stop thinkin' about you. listen to this." he swipes off of facetime, and your video floats to the top right of his phone screen. he pulls up his notes app, and opens what he was looking for. "ember in the ash, can a spark rise, rekindle warmth? i miss you so much."

you roll your eyes. "forget it, kazuha."

"no! no! i have more. moonlit memory, aching hand seeks where yours touched then. i'll love you better."

you swallow the butterflies that are trying to creep from your stomach to your heart to your brain. "kazuha, you're drunk."

"i'm not drunk! i've just been. i've been missing you. this party doesn't feel right without you here."

"what're you doin?" comes a voice from the sliding door.

kazuha takes another bite of his hot dog. mustard and ketchup get onto his lip. his eyes are wide, as he meets beidou's.

"'m on the phone."

"you better not be pissin' off that person."

kazuha takes an exaggerated glance at the phone screen before back to beidou. "but i love 'em."

"call me in the morning if you still feel like this, douchebag," you say, hanging up the call.

kazuha grins at beidou. "did you hear that? they called me a douchebag. must means they still love me."

"yeah, yeah. sure. c'mon, yer friend just got here and i want him to do a keg stand."

"i'll be right there," kazuha says, taking another bite of his hot dog. he takes a screenshot of the last haiku in his notes, and fires it off to you in a text.

from: kazuha (10:43)

ILL LOVE U RIGHT THIS TOME

[stayandot8]

Chapter Three- Part One: Heaven's Grief

series summary: this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good 😏.

inspo: the song by Fall Out Boy.

Genre: i'm not really sure tbh

Relationship type: ???

Important Contents: bar setting, so mentions of alcohol, chris is a lowkey-highkey dick, swearing as usual

a/n: Sorry this took so long, my loves. If you read, thank you. I hope this was worth the reallyfuckinglong wait.

WC: 10.1k

Last part l Next part I masterlist

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If I was being honest, I didn’t sleep at all that night. I tried, I really did. But it was all I could do to not think about everything that had just happened. It was on constant replay in my mind, reliving those lips on mine, the way he held me against him, it was all so much to take in. From being at odds with each other to this, it was so new. Something I never thought to explore and yet, here I was, hours away from doing just that. I thought of my list of concerns about what this would mean not just for us, but for everyone around us. What would the rest of the boys think? If we kept it quiet, would they even notice? Would Minho? Would he care? 

You know he would. It was an obvious answer. And if we decided to move forward, he should be told. Together, though. We should tell him together. 

I spent the rest of the moonlit night writing down any concerns or questions that came to mind and when the sun started rising, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I picked out the cutest jeans I had along with a black top that may have helped my boobs pop just a little. I smiled to myself and I slipped on my Vans and grabbed my bag to leave. 

The drive downtown to Felix’s bakery was longer than it would have been if I hadn’t missed so many turns. There was too much running through my brain to truly focus on where I was going. I was lucky I didn’t cause an accident. But when I finally parked, I couldn’t help my eye roll as my mouth involuntarily turned upwards. 

“Have you been here all night?” My voice groggy but light, giving away my butterflies at seeing Chris sitting at one of the outdoor tables. He snapped his head up at the sound and grinned as he stood up to greet me.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep.” He walked up just close enough to encourage any touch I may initiate, waiting for my go-ahead. I bumped his shoulder lightly.

“Me neither, actually.” I lead the way around the few people out on the streets to the front door of the cafe. Chris rushed from behind to open the door, stepping to the side to place his hand on the small of my back as I walked by. I did my best to pretend not to feel the icy cold when he dropped it. The bell ringing as the door closed caused a flour-covered Felix to rush out from his back room in his pink apron to greet the new customers. 

“Hi! Welcome to- Oh, it's just you guys.” His face dropped to a new neutral expression he saved just for friends, then shifted into one of confusion. “Wait, why-”

“Felix, honey, can we talk in the back for a second?” I waved Chris to sit at the usual table I occupied and shoved Felix to the back before he could object. 

“You know I get suspicious when you call me that. It makes me nervous.” Felix grabbed a towel from his work station and started wiping his hands as he turned to look me up and down. “Why are both of you here? Together? What’s going on?” The look he was sporting was way too serious for this early in the morning. 

“Felix, there’s something I need to tell you.” His face didn’t change, waiting expectantly. “And I’m only telling you this because you know how to keep a secret and this is remaining a secret for now. Okay?” He nodded. “Me and Chris are here to talk about the possibility of a relationship between us.” I waited for the realization to hit him, for some kind of inkling that he heard me. But those big doe eyes just stared at me, still waiting for something so I continued. “This literally just happened last night so we haven’t told anyone at the restaurant yet. You’re the first one.”  

“And?” He wiped his hands further on his apron before grabbing some oven mitts and walking over to the industrial oven to take out his breakfast loaves. That confused me more. 

“Honestly I was expecting a bigger reaction from you. Why aren’t you more shocked?” I stuck out a hand to rest on the counter while placing the other on my hip while I waited for him to turn his attention back to me. 

“You think you're the only one in that situation that came to me with their feelings? I’ve been waiting for weeks for one of you to break, Jesus.” He tossed his mitts to the side, the heat from the loaf pans radiating into the air. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the oven, making him look cuter than normal and making me forget my own confusion. I shook my head to return to the present. 

“You mean to tell me that he’s been coming in here too? To talk about me?” My heart fluttered at the idea of that beautiful man in this place talking about me. Maybe the heat of the oven was getting to me too. I felt it on my own cheeks now. 

“Oh please. Here, take these.” He handed me two plates with fresh banana bread slices. “And go get to talking so you can stop talking to me about it. Go. Go!” He shooed me out of the back room, grabbing those mitts to swat me with if necessary. I scurried away, plates in hand to sit at my usual table, a new guest sitting in front of me. 

That damned morning sun cast a soft orange glow across the room, bathing Chris in almost an angelic halo. His shining eyes were even more so when they saw me coming his way. I had never had anyone look at me quite like that before, like I carried all of his happiness within me. My swallow was thick. I had to look away for a moment so I wouldn’t go blind. I placed one plate in front of him and sat across the table. 

“Fresh bread from the master himself. Don’t try to pay for it though, he’ll yell at you until you leave.” Chris chuckled, nodding as he broke off a piece and dropped it into his mouth. His eyes went wide. 

“Holy fuck, that’s good.” I nodded slowly. 

“That’s why we sell his stuff. He’s the best baker in town. What he should do is hire more help around here. It’s just him.” I broke off a piece of my own slice and let the heavenly warmth lure me into heaven for a momentum savoring the taste. I sighed before opening my eyes to see Chris watching me eat. “What?” 

“Nothing.” He said to his piece, trying to hide his grin. He took another piece off. “Alright. Go ahead and take out that list that I know you have and we can go through it together.” I slowly shook my head but retrieved my list anyways. 

“You wait until you need something and one of my lists saves you. See who’s complaining then.” I unfolded the paper, scanning it over once more. I tried not to let the tremor in my hands show too much. “Well, first thing’s first: the boys. Obviously, we have to tell Minho because, let’s face it, he’ll find out eventually. And I think it’ll be better if it comes from us. You know how he can get.” Chris nodded as he chewed. 

“I agree we should tell him, but not until we know for sure.”

“I can agree to that.” I mentally checked it off. “What about the others? Do we need to tell them?” He watched his plate, carefully thinking. 

“Unless they guess, I’m not telling them. You know they’ll just taunt us the whole time.” 

“That’s true. I can see Han now.” And I could. See how he would yell at the top of his lungs something super embarrassing while the dining room was full of guests. Or Hyunjin making kissing noises in my ear while I was cleaning something. “Yeah, let’s wait on that one. Unless it comes up, let’s not tell them directly.” Chris nodded again and watched me take another bite. “If you don’t stop staring at me, I’ll think I have something on my face.”

“You don’t, I promise. I would tell you.” I raised my eyebrow at him and quickly wiped my mouth with a napkin.while eyeing him with narrowed eyes. 

“Moving on.” I said while waiting for his laughter to subside. “First date. I’m telling you this now so that you can decide if you want to back out.” I connected my fingers as I counted off my expectations. “You’re picking me up. You’re paying for the first one, but I believe in equality. You get one, I’ll get the next and so on. If you’re paying, you’re picking the place. If I’m paying, I’m picking. Unless there’s somewhere we really want to try or something we want to do, sound good?”

“My mother raised me as such, so yes. Sounds good.” You could’ve knocked me over with a breath when he smiled. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to care for it. 

“Okay, great.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “Next.” I looked down at my list, my eyes going straight to the bottom. I remembered debating whether to bring it up at all, deciding it was vital. “About that thing I caught you doing.” He smiled dropped immediately and his eyes shuttered from that open invitation to closed tight. He quickly looked around to scope out the surroundings while he waited. “You can’t be doing that.”

“I haven’t been. Living with Minho has stopped that from being an option. You saw to that.” 

“I know. But I just wanted to make sure because I can’t be with someone like that. I can’t be scared of what you’re doing when you’re not with me. I don’t want to find you dead somewhere and not know why or how or who to go after. But if you say you’re done, then I believe you. I won’t question it further.” It was his turn to avoid my eyes, his now empty plate the point of focus. I leaned down to try and catch his eye. “One day, I’d like to hear that story.”

“And one day, I might tell you.” It would be a matter of trust and time, then. He would open up eventually, I just had to be patient. And I would be. For now. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket at the same time Chris’s did on the table. 

“Text from Minho.” Chris said.

“‘Meeting in 15. Be there or miss the fun.’ What in the fuck?” Felix emerged from the back room once more, sporting the same confused look I was sure both Chris and I were. 

“Any idea what this is about?” He called in his deep voice.

“Not sure.” I called back as we each grabbed our things.”But if it includes you, it ought to be good.” Felix posted the sign on his door saying he was temporarily closed and locked the door behind us. 

*

The restaurant had a peaceful quality to it when it was fully closed like this. Before the hustle of people came in to disrupt it, the quiet of what I knew could be a symphony of chaos was gratifying. The silent buzzing of the ice machine and humming of the upper vent was as quiet as it could get. Sometimes when a shift was particularly busy, I would simply sit in the silence after I was done with the closing paperwork. I cherished it when I could. It was a rare calm. 

The sun waxing into it’s position higher in the sky, I was surprised more of our staff wasn’t late. Well, not really. Han, Felix, Chris, and I walked into the room to see Changbin and Minho talking quietly into their phones. Seungmin was resting his head on his arms, eyes closed with soft snores emitting from him. Hyunjin and Jeongin were the only ones missing. 

The younger burst through the door with three minutes to spare, his face flushed and his hair disheveled. Changbin hung up whatever conversation he was having to tease him. He never missed a chance to do so. 

“Didn’t even have time to brush your hair?” He whisper-shouted. He ruffled the younger boy's hair even more, earning a groan from Jeongin. “Innie, you know better than this. I raised you better.” Jeongin squirmed out from under him. 

“I know, I know.” He tried desperately running his fingers through his hair to repair whatever damage had been done. 

“Geez, Innie. Didn’t I tell you to always bring a brush with you everywhere?” Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere with a brush in hand and was holding it out to him. Jeongin took it and hurriedly ran it through his locks. All of my boys in casual clothes was a sight to behold, usually at least one of them was in work attire. But they were each dressed like they normally would be, in some variation of denim, slacks, sweaters, tanks, and tshirts. It felt like a family meeting of sorts. 

“Someone wake up Seungmin before I do.” Minho strolled back to the group, his hands now in his pockets. I searched for any sign of what this meeting could be about, but his face gave nothing away. All I could gather was that he wasn’t angry, which was always good. As Hyunjin roused Seungmin awake, we all gathered around Minho like ducklings, each taking seats around him. Chris grabbed a seat next to me, brushing our knees together as we sat. I snuck him a glance before we all turned to him. Once Minho was sure he had all of our attention, he began again. “I just got off the phone with my father, who has just told me that we have had a record-breaking year sales-wise and he would like to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few years. So, he has bought us a very nice, very fancy, four-day beach vacation, starting today.” Whoops and yells of joy rang through the empty room, bouncing off the walls and echoing around us. Some of the boys were hugging each other, others were clapping each other on the back, it was a nice ruckus to see. All I could do was smile while I looked back to Minho, who couldn’t hide his own pride in his team.

I knew his father wouldn’t have come to this conclusion on his own. Minho didn’t like to express it outwardly, but this was as much his family as his actual one. Sometimes, I thought even more so. He cared about each of us like we were his own. He fought for us when it was needed and had our backs when it wasn’t. He trusted us and encouraged the best from us without even knowing it. This was as much his gift to us as his father’s. 

Minho called for quiet. “I haven’t even told you the best part.” That pride I had seen had been replaced with something else, something more sinister. “You all have an hour to pack and be back here or you’re getting left behind. Go!” The scrambling to leave was pure chaos, everyone trying to get out the doors at the same time. I stayed put as everyone left, waiting for the rush to calm until there was only myself and Minho left. He was sitting quietly, now letting his softness out since everyone was gone. I stood to follow the rest to leave but something stopped me from opening the door. I turned back to Minho. 

“How much convincing did it take?” He didn’t look away from his phone, but his smile remained. 

“More than it should have, but they’ve earned it. They work hard so it’s about time.” He finally realized I wasn’t moving. “You better go start packing, I know how long you can take.”

“You wouldn’t leave me behind.” It was meant to be serious, but came out more breathy and high-pitched than I meant. He glanced at me from beneath his brows, like he certainly would. I tilted my head with a smirk. He relented with a breathy laugh and returned to his phone, bringing his finger to his lips and waved me off. 

*

Exactly fifty-eight minutes later, all nine of us were standing around the parking lot, baggage scattered around the gravel. Debating who would travel with whom for the two hour car ride, the discussion was going a whole lot of nowhere. Han was whining that he didn’t want to ride with Changbin, who was cackling and dragging him off towards his vehicle with frightening strength. Felix, being the softy he was, bounced towards the two with his freshly-dyed hair fluffing out in the wind and volunteered to ride with them. Han pursed his lips and crossed his arms and eventually followed Felix into the awaiting car. Minho was leaning against his own, waiting for everyone else to figure out where they were riding while checking his watch every so often. Hyunjin was sitting in the passenger seat while Seungmin was climbing into the back before Minho could protest. Jeongin was the last one to decide, standing between all of the vehicles, his head bouncing from one to the next before deciding Minho’s car was the safest. 

“You guys take all the time you need, I’m driving myself in case you lot annoy me to the point where I want to come home.” I strolled over to Minho, who sent me the address with a wink. I typed it into my maps and opened my car door to slide inside, my tshirt and jean shorts catching the eye of someone who scanned me up and down as he oh so casually made his way over to my car, eyes going left and right to see if anyone would find him and call him out.

Chris flung his bag in my backseat and slid into my passenger side seat before anyone could notice, quickly picking up his phone to give the appearance that he’d been there the whole time. He flipped his hat backwards to heighten the effect.

“Oh would you look at that?” He said nonchalantly, face still buried in his phone. “I seem to have found myself in your car. Oh well. Guess I’m riding with you.” A slow smirk grew on those plush lips as he continued to scroll, a matching one on mine as I took up the wheel. Car after car rolled out of the parking lot as we followed them out onto the interstate. A comfortable silence fell over us as he took over my speakers, filling it with his own music taste. I hadn’t been able to get the thought of his music setup out of my head since we helped him unpack at Minho’s, how complex the setup had seemed. It looked as if he had been gathering equipment for a while, gaining enough knowledge to know what was the best quality. 

“Trade one secret talent for another?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He looked at me like I had suggested we crash the car. Then slowly, he shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. 

“Fine, but you’re going first.”

“Alright, but the only rule is you can’t look at me or else I’ll lose my nerve.” I let my nervous laughter escape me. I glanced over just in time to see his nod of agreement, his eyes sparkling in interest. “Give me your phone.” He dropped it in my outstretched hand and I pulled up the music app, going straight for my favorite show tune of the moment. The beginning piano keys paired with the familiar percussions of What Baking Can Do from the musical Waitress soundtrack boomed through the speakers. I settled into the familiar headspace I had when I sang, letting the music come through me and pretended I was alone so the threat of nerves wouldn’t threaten my voice. It rarely worked but it was worth a shot. Chris just stared at his hands, unmoving as the tune progressed. It was like he could focus on nothing else while it played, his other senses shutting down as he put all his effort into listening. He listened with his whole body it seemed, every part of him still.

When the song ended, I could only watch the street in front of me, my heartbeat a drum in my chest. It was a thick silence. A small voice that was not mine broke it. 

“Am I allowed to look at you now?” I snickered.

“Yes but I make no promises that I’ll be able to do the same.” I hit the steering wheel for emphasis. 

“You can really sing.” It was one of those voices he had where you could hear the smile even without looking at him. The flush of blood to my face was immediate.

“Your turn. Lay it on me.” Taken aback at my sudden turn on him, his open grin shifted to one that didn’t reach all the way across his lips. He nodded and returned to his phone, his thumb scrolling through whatever he was doing until a repeating piano key rang through. 

“Same rule applies to you. Don’t you dare look at me.” He said, holding up a finger in warning. 

“Okay.” The upturned corners of my mouth slowly started to sink as a lilting voice hit my ears. It sounded vaguely familiar, that voice. The lyrics were so sad, playing into the notes of the piano so fluidly. How could I forget? The day you lied to me. The lyrics hit me like water splashed on my face. The overwhelming sadness in what was being laid out in front of me was like a weight settling into my chest and I suddenly understood some of the pain he had been carrying around was all he had to hold onto and this was his way of letting it go, letting it free. His voice was ethereal, his high notes forcing every emotion to the surface. 

As the end of the piano faded out, I was speechless. It was as though Chris had told me more than just one secret just now, more than just a passion project he was working on. It felt like a peak into his soul, what drove him and why. It was up to me to decipher just how exactly it affected me but the pieces of the puzzle were there. He would hand them to me, one by one. Eventually. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t have any words.”

“That bad, huh?” He gave me a sheepish smile. I shook my head so quickly my ponytail whacked my neck multiple times.

“No Chris, not at all. It was like…” I tried to put the emotions into words, finding it harder when he was waiting. “It felt like you. I feel like I just got a peek into your mind for the first time. Have you ever shown that to anyone?” He shook his head, keeping his eyes down. 

“You’re the first.”

“Oh wow.” I sat fully back in my seat, trying to get oxygen back to my lungs, my brain so I could form coherent thoughts again. “Thank you. For that.”

“Thanks for wanting to hear it.” More silence as the road passed under us.

“Have you ever been to the beach?” He put his phone in his lap and adjusted himself so he was staring out the window without straining himself. He sighed. 

“I grew up near one actually. My mom would take me and my sisters all the time. I would go with friends when I was young.” I couldn’t quite see his face as he spoke, but the shift in his tone was enough for me to guess what kind of memories it brought up. “I would love coming home with sand in my shoes. The post-beach shower when you’ve been in the sun all day? There’s really nothing like it. Putting on a fresh pair of comfortable clothes too, my mom cooking dinner and my sisters watching TV…” He trailed off, leaving me lost in his memories too. I could see it, him in his cutoff t shirt watching his family be themselves. It was a nice picture. “I miss them. A lot.”

It was the first time he had mentioned his family in the present. Every other time had been in the past, recalling a memory or dream of some kind. He inhaled sharply. 

“Is there a way you could visit? I’m sure they’d love to see you.” It took everything in me to keep my eyes on the road, my hand itching to grab his in comfort. He turned away from the passing scenery to angle his body towards me. 

“I don’t know where they went. They’re off, safe somewhere I hope. I’ve thought about reaching out but everytime I pull up a message box, I lose my nerve and close it again. Over and over, again and again. Year after year.” My arm moved of its own accord as I felt it grab his fingers and lock them. He moved his opposite hand over mine and encased it between his. 

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” I gave him my best comforting smile. His eyes were beginning to sparkle, the kind of glint when you’re tearing up.

“I want to be ready. I want to tell you everything.” 

“But you’re not. And it’s okay. We’ll get there, don’t worry. There’s no rush.” I squeezed his hand. He squeezed right back. 

“Thank you.” He brought my hand to his lips and held it there for a few seconds. I couldn’t help the flush this time either. I felt the reaction to let go shoot down my arm but he was having none of it as he held tighter.  

“We should probably discuss what we’re going to do about this weekend. If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, they’re going to get suspicious.” I nudged his knee with my knuckle, earning a laugh. 

“I say as long as we can keep our interactions friendly, there shouldn’t be a problem. But that does push our date back until we get back, which is an awfully long time to wait.” I pursed my lips, thinking. 

“Hmm. Yes, indeed it is.”

“Unless I’m allowed to find a quiet moment on this trip to officially ask you to be mine…” A shiver ran down my spine. This man wants me to be his. A cautious grin spread on both of our faces. If I was able to look into his eyes, really look into them, I would’ve been able to see the sincerity in which he meant those words. He would make me his whether he had a moment or not.. 

“If you can find the perfect moment, I’ll say yes. But it has to be perfect. Okay?” I heard a hushed ‘yes whisper-shouted in victory and beamed.

*

Hours and pointless, laughter-filled conversations later, we each received the group text from Minho stating the conditions of our arrival. We each would receive our own key, which we would return upon departure. Failure to do so would result in a fee and a ‘serious talking to’ from Changbin. Respecting the property was a must, including but not limited to excessive partying, broken items, or damage to the pool and/or hot tub. Failure to comply would result in a fee and a ‘bitching out’ from Minho. 

“Looks like we’re definitely reaching beach city.” I said. After hours of passing nothing but trees and winding roads, we finally came upon a small town with pastels and different hues of beige lumps for houses, all ranging from single shacks to sand castles in their own right. They all were characterized with their own charms, a garden of rose bushes in front of one, surfboards leaning against most of them. 

“Do you surf?” I asked while I had the thought. 

“I used to. I haven’t in years though. I was never good at it.”

“Of course you do.” I said under my breath, the hint of yearning in his voice not lost on me. He seemed good at everything he did, never forthright with his skill though. It had this subtle power of making you want to root for him, no matter what the condition.

The houses were lined along the gravel road on each side, the ocean not too far off. Within walking distance if anyone desired to do so, but far enough that they would be safe from the high tide. Flashes of lime green and yellow houses caught my eye as I drove down the long street, myself and Chris each looking at our respective sides. I recognized Minho's and Changbin’s cars in the distance in front of us, leading the way. Palm trees scattered along each way only added to the cheerful demeanor of the town and with the sun shining so brightly high in the blue, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day for such an occasion. 

“I never asked you. Have you ever been to the beach?” He asked while still watching each house pass by.

“Only a few times. I promised myself I would live in a beach house when I was a kid.”

“Ha! I said the same thing.” He squeaked out another laugh. The familiar cars in front of us turned and disappeared behind a cove of trees lining a paved driveway, even more winding and eventually coming up to a gate where the other two cars were parked in front of and the rest of the gang were standing and stretching around them. Minho was punching some numbers into a keypad on a metal pole in front of the elaborate gated way, gold rods interconnecting to keep out strangers. The gate stood before a circular driveway that stood before a tall, three-story house with white railing alongside the middle floor. There was a built-in section off to the side, open for the elements to be enjoyed. The stairs leading up to the front door were painted white, narrowing the closer to the house you got. The black shutters on the windows complimented the gray paint on the house nicely, making for a classic look without taking away from the nature surrounding it. The black metal fence peeked out from the back, hiding what could only be a backyard big enough for the impending shenanigans to come. The house loomed before us, a haven from the outside world and far enough away from everything else that everyone could go as nuts as they wanted to. 

Minho coughed very loudly to chase the clammor away and regain the attention as the gates swung inside for us to enter. The chatter died down as we all turned to Minho for further instructions. 

“I’m handing out the keys before we get in because once we’re in there, I don’t want to see any of you until dinner. This house is big enough that I should be able to get my wish.” Minho went around to each of us, staring directly into each person’s eyes as he handed them out. “Any damage done to this place will result in the repairs coming out of your own pockets. If it doesn’t need repairing, I don’t want to hear about it. Now be gone.” Most of the boys ran up the twenty or so steps to the front door in a race to claim the best bedroom. Some of them went through the opening in the gate to see what awaited us in the backyard. I just watched them all run around like teenagers, the yelling and shouts of excitement coming from inside and outside. 

When all that remained was myself and Minho, we each grabbed our own luggage from our respective cars and dragged it up the stairs. 

“What’re the dinner plans?” He smirked at me.

“I’m planning on holding a tournament and the loser has to go grocery shopping for us all.” I nodded, amusement taking over my features. As we entered the main floor, my jaw dropped. 

The opening room was enormous. Open floor plan with a kitchen in the back corner, a door to the open attachment I noticed earlier had an outdoor eating area and a grill that I’m sure would be occupied come dinner time. An island sat in the middle, marble countertops lining the walls with the dark wooden cabinets above. The fridge was a double-doored mountain that was tucked into its place in the wall, just jutting out enough for us to access it. If I turned my head further right, I could see the huge indoor dining table, enough to seat ten and making it a perfect fit for all of us. The windows on the walls shone on the worn tabletop, showing the years of wear and tear and proving the space was lived in. The chairs were perfectly in place, showing the others hadn’t messed with it yet.

Turning my head to my left to the open lounging area was when my already opened mouth fell all the way down. The soft light green walls wrote the perfect invitation to cool off in the area, the dark wood framed couches and white cushions adding to the air of comfort. The plus white rug was centered in the middle of the room, outlined by the matching smaller couch and end tables in each corner. Everything was facing the huge television mounted on the wall with every gaming system on trend since the early 1990s sitting beneath it on the low table, waiting to be used. A karaoke machine was amongst them, and I knew who would be the first to pick up the mic. 

The pool table was occupied by Chris and Changbin, already setting up the balls for a game for who got the bigger room downstairs. The other ruckus was coming from either set of stairs, shouting and expletives coming from just about everywhere. I followed the string of waterscapes downstairs rather than the shell drawings leading upwards. The walk down was short without my suitcase behind me, unknowingly leaving it behind me as I lowered down to the scene in front of me. 

It was a huge basement game room, complete with, what I was told, two bedrooms  and a full bathroom. Each room had a trundle bed, sleeping options available for two in the room if needed. The walls were in the same shade of green the living room was, the dark black rattan couches tucked away into a small corner. No one seemed to be paying much attention to who was coming down though, too busy playing the old Pac-man game and Street Fighter stations in the corner or the basketball set-up close by. Hyunjin was cheering Jeongin on at Pac-man and Minho had taken over Street Fighter, quiet compared to Hyunjin’s loud cheering. Han was shooting baskets to his heart’s content as I walked over to him to inform him of my discovery. His eyes shot open and his brows upwards. 

“Where is it?!” He shouted, bolting up the stairs now towards the karaoke machine. “How did I miss it?!”

I chuckled, watching his little legs run as fast as they could before the music playing at full volume masked Hyunjin’s cheers, even when he was a foot away from my ears.  I looked back over to Innie, who was completely consumed by his game, his tongue poking out between his teeth. His concentration was admirable sometimes. I glanced around the room, taking in the rest of the room and all it had to offer before going back upstairs to the music and Han’s very loud voice.

The sunlight was peeking in through the sliding doors, left open just a crack as more voices were coming in. I followed them out to see Felix and Seungmin in a small hot tub, big enough for a few people. The thought struck me that if all of us were to attempt to get in, it would definitely be a tight squeeze. Some people might even have to sit on the edges. 

“How are you guys not boiling up in the heat?” I asked, my brows raised. 

“The heat takes a minute. Now it’s just lukewarm water with jets.” Seungmin replied, eyes never opening with his head resting on the side, facing the burning sun. Felix was across from him in a similar position.

“Okay, well, don’t forget sunscreen or you’ll roast like a chicken.” I poked back through the way I came out, Felix’s ‘thank you, MOM!’ making me shake my head and smile. 

Back inside, Chris and Changin had paused their game to watch Han’s performance, intermittently laughing when he did something funny. Which was always. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’s eyes disappearing while he watched Han sing. He looked relaxed for the first time since he started with us. His hat was still backwards, probably so that he could see to shoot the cue balls straight but now, it was for watching Han do anything and everything to keep them looking at him. I stood and watched him for a second, leaning against the sliding doors behind me as Jeongin appeared from downstairs. 

“I heard singing and I came up.”

“And?” I teased. Jeongin gave me a knowing look and came closer to whisper to me. 

“And Hyunjin kicked me off when I lost.” I nodded.

“You guys have fun with this, I’m going to see where the biggest bedroom is and steal it. Jeongin nodded and I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs where it was quiet.

These stairs were softer, carpeting leading the way from the hardwood floors below. The stairs ended with a long hallway with several doors on each side, each leading to a bedroom with a different color theme. The first door on my left had a bunk bed and bathed in navy blue. Pictures of Sailboats littered the walls and a dark wood dresser stood beside a small closet with a small lamp on top. The room diagonal to that on on my right was cascaded in yellow, with a queen size bed in the middle. No dresser, but a TV on the wall and a closet tucked in the corner. I made a mental note about this room and moved on to the next. A large King sized bed was in the pink-painted room next door, complete with a flowery comforter on the top and pink and white pillows. This room had two dressers and no closet, with a small television propped on top of the closest to the bed. The last room was a light blue just like the first, bunk beds and no TV. I knew that would cause a problem later, which would have some very funny consequences. 

The last few doors were full bathrooms, totaling three. There would be plenty of beds but the bathrooms would have to be shared. Good thing these boys were so used to sharing…

The screen door at the very end of the hall led to the porch outside, where old wooden rocking chairs were placed to look at the ocean and the streets not-that-far off. It was a perfect getaway. Minho’s feather found a great place, although I wasn’t sure it was him who found it after all. Minho had a way of knowing things that he shouldn’t. It was a secret talent of his. The breeze touched my cheek, gently bringing the smell of the water with it. I had to close my eyes and take it all in. Having a moment to myself, I was able to finally go through my thoughts and how I felt about the one person who was on my mind constantly. 

How come he finally snapped? What was it about that moment that compelled him to tell me his true feelings? It wasn’t like he never had the chance before. There had been… moments. But I assured he was just trying to get to know me? Could those have been when he was trying to show me how he felt? There was so much to try and decipher with him. But for now, that could wait until we got back into the city. I took down my hair to let it breathe in the air and took one last look at the scenery before going inside to claim the yellow bedroom for myself. 

It wasn’t until I heard the stomps soften on the carpet while I was unpacking that everyone else had the same thought I had. Different clamors happening in each room, fights over the bunk beds, which drawers they would get, and so on. Jeongin popped his head into my room and looked around, eyes wide. 

“You were smart to get up here first. Although with you being the only girl, I’m sure everyone else would’ve given you your own room anyways.” 

“Who’s fighting out there?” I walked over to the doorway towards the commotion to see Han and Chanbin on the top and bottom bunks of the dark blue room while Hyunjin and Seungmin debated with Felix over who got the top bunk down the hall. Hyunjin had his eyes closed on the bottom, interjecting everytim Seungmin would say something.

“I’ll just cuddle up to Hyunjin then.” Felix’s blue head dove for Hyunjin, who’s eyes flashed open just in time to see him coming and scream. A few kicks of the blanket and grumbles, Felix’s head was attached to Hyunjin’s shoulder and Hyunjin’s face had dropped into a set expression, begrudgingly accepting what was happening. Seungmin had climbed on the top bunk and settled. 

“You guys know there’s beds downstairs, right?” They blinked back at me, bewildered that I dare suggest such a thing. I threw my hands up in defense and backed out slowly to investigate further down the hall. 

Minho had taken over the pink room with the biggest bed, his bag open and spread out to claim his territory and literally growling at anyone who dared come more than two steps into the room. Chris and Changbin were looking at all the occupied rooms and turned to each other. 

“Looks like we’ve got the downstairs all to ourselves.” Changbin clapped him on the shoulder as Chris gave me a knowing look that seemed to say ‘you got a room to yourself?’ I just shrugged and smirked at him. He shot one back, having the same thought.

“If everyone is done fighting over sleeping arrangements that you all know will change over the course of the next few days, meet downstairs!” I shouted and headed down the stairs, closing the door to my room behind me. Some followed, some didn’t. It was a funny picture actually, like a mother duck and her ducklings crossing the road.

We fanned out in the sitting area, waiting for the rest of them to follow and take their own bags to the rooms they had chosen. When everyone had done so and gathered in the sitting area on the middle floor, Minho stood in front of them like he was ready to present something to a room full of business colleagues. 

“We’re having a tournament downstairs for dinner. Loser buys and shops for groceries for the whole weekend and takes one victim with them.” He looked around for any objection, finding none, and went downstairs. 

“Minho, what are we playing?” Han asked, the echoes bouncing off the walls of the stairwell. 

“Basketball.” Minho responded without turning, finding the bottom floor and heading straight for the propped game in the corner. 

“But I’m no good at sports…” Han grumbled. “Why can’t we do the karaoke machine instead?” He finished under his breath. Chris clapped his shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, little buddy. There has to be someone worse than you.” I could only picture the eye Han was giving him. 

“Alright losers. Line up. Any order, I don’t care. Stop pushing him, Changbin.” Hyunjin stepped up first and with all the elegance and grace he had stored in his skinny little body, he sunk it right in. Everyone ooohh’d and ahhh’d appropriately as he walked away with a very cocky smile. I flicked his forehead as he passed me. 

“Stop that.” I joked. “You’ll get a big head.”

“I got it in first try!” He whined, holding his hands to his forehead. “No fair.”

Jeongin went next, missing and looking at Minho nervously. 

“You haven’t lost yet. We still need to see who else misses.” Minho’s words reassured him and he went back in line. Changbin sunk his, as did Chris. Seungmin missed and looked at Jeongin. 

“We can go together, I don’t mind.” Jeongin looked hopeful to have a willing victim.

Minho went next and sunk it in, going back to leaning on the wall to watch everyone. I was next. I blamed my sweaty hands and the multitude of eyes looking at me for how badly I missed at such a close range, and I went to stand with the rest of the losers. Han, to his and everyone else’s surprise, made his shot. He turned, an equally shocked expression on all of our faces, his mixed with delight. His arms flung up in the air and he paraded down the line, collecting high fives from all of us. Felix missed his shot, shrugged, and stood with the rest of us, queuing up to go again. Jeongin fiddled with the ball, looking nervous. Minho watched him. 

“Do I have to cook too?” Minho shook his head. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief and sunk the ball. A huge smile spread across his face as he joined the winners, more high fives going around. Seungmin shot again and missed. He turned back, looking more annoyed than anything. Felix took his turn next and made it. He danced to the other side of winners. I looked at Seungmin. 

“Minnie? Will you come with me when I lose?” He smiled at me and nodded. I stared down the menacing hoop with a net, took another breath, and made the shot. My mouth fell open. “Since you said yes, I’ll say yes too.” I let Seungmin look at the others before volunteering to go with him. He shook me off. 

“No, you stay with the heathens. I’m taking Hyunjin since he wanted to be cocky about it.” All the boys turned to see Hyunjin’s shocked face and bursted out laughing. Seungmin did the smart thing and took off up the stairs before Hyunjin started chasing after him, passing by in a blur of blonde hair. 

“Kim Seungmin, you will pay for this!” 

*

After the two boys left with a laundry list of groceries to get, the others spread back out to explore the house for themselves. I went to the back yard, complete with a small pool and a soccer goal. The trees provided just enough shade to cover the pool from the beating of the sun. A small shed in the back equipped with what I could only assure to be pool floaties and maintenance things. After about three seconds of contemplation, I rushed back to my haven upstairs to put on the only swimsuit I owned. A plain black two-piece with simple straps going over my shoulders was all the appeal I could muster, knowing the boys around me (except one) had seen me in it before. That didn’t help the feeling of slight anxiety as I pulled the bottoms on and grabbed a big tshirt to walk around in and rushed back to the pool, Jeongin and Felix asking where I was going from their spot at the pool table. 

“There’s a pool outside! Come on!” They glanced at each other and raced to put their suits on as well. I opened the door leading to the back and walked down the matching stairs to the grass waiting for me at the bottom, trekking through it to dip my toe into the water. It was just the perfect balance of cool for anyone wanting to jump in. The breeze wafting, casting a chill on my skin despite the warm summer air. I was just about to walk down the ladder when I heard a screech behind me and feet rushing on the grass. A flash of blue and blonde hair, the two boys grabbed their legs to their chest, and shouted “Cannonball!” 

“Felix!” I shouted, bracing my rms before my face to stop whatever I could. Of course it was useless. My mouth fell open at them both, shock still evident. My tongue poked through my cheek, the smirk growing. “You both are gonna get it now.” I dashed for the shed five feet away and flung open the doors to find that I was right. Deflated floaties littered the floor as well as old crates of… There. I grabbed one and hid it behind my back, moving as slowly as I could nearer to the water without bringing attention to myself. I lowered the water gun to the water to fill it, and aimed at that blue head. I hit him square in the back of his wet head. 

“Ah!” His hand flung to the back of his head, spinning to find where the surprise attack came from. We locked eyes, both of us smiling. 

 The yells echoed throughout the house, causing the rest of the boys to see what all the ruckus was about. Seeing the water fight that started caused a flurry of them running back inside to get their own suits and they emerged, one by one. Changbin asked where I got the water gun and I pointed him in the direction of the house and I took what cover I could behind the childrens playhouse. Teams were selected and lines were drawn. Friend turned on friend. 

It wasn’t pretty. 

*

Hours later, showered and clothed, I had brought the boys to repair their temporarily burned bridges and put on a movie. Felix had started a cuddle-puddle, all the boys had piled on top of themselves and refused to get up, even with the extra seats I brought them. Sometimes it was a nice reminder how close they had become, how much of a family we all had grown to be. Moreso a family than my actual family. And I knew most of them would say the same. 

Chris had found himself on the outskirts of the pile, begrudgingly having Han’s head on his arm and eyes glued to the movie. From my place on the comfy chair, I was able to look at them, really look at all of them. The faces I knew as well as my own, and the one I was getting to know. 

His face was blank when he was concentrating. And when he concentrated a little too hard, his lips would purse ever so slightly. His eyes would twinkle at whatever he was looking at, and I wondered what he looked like when he made music. The song he showed me still rang through my mind, itching to look deeper into the lyrics and the sadness behind them. If I thought harder about them, the sadder they became. It brought the question to the forefront. What happened to you? Who hurt you? The longer I had these thoughts, the more I watched him. He seemed relaxed. No trace of anything dark beneath that dark curly hair. He must have felt my gaze on him, because he turned his head just enough to see me. His face softened, a slight smile gracing his features. I shook my head, knowing that someone would catch us locking eyes. I nudged my head back to the television and followed my own gaze, feeling the sear of his eyes on my cheek as I tried my best not to look back at him. My resistance didn’t last long. When I looked back, his smile had grown wider. 

This boy will be the death of me…

My thoughts were interrupted by the return of Seungmin and Hyunjin, bags in hand. 

“More in the car. If you want anything from them, help us unload.” Heading Hyunjin’s warning, we all picked ourselves up from underneath the blankets and trudged outside, grabbing bags. 

“If I had known I would be doing any kind of manual labor, I would’ve stayed home.” 

“Han, this barely qualifies as manual labor.” Minho was quick to retort. “And we all know you would’ve blown up all of our phones if we left you behind, BEGGING us to stop and pick you up.” 

“‘You guyyyss!! This isn’t fair!’” Changbin pitched his voice up. “‘Come back!’ That’s what you would say and you know it!” Laughter drowned out Han’s whiny protests, insisting he ‘ so does NOT sound like that’ as he followed everyone else up the front stairs. 

*

Dinner was as much chaos as it could’ve been. Changbin got stuck doing dishes, grumbling at the sink. SO much so that he had convinced Chris to help him. I had drifted into the hot tub, letting my back rest on the waterproof cushions lined along the sides. The stars had been particularly bright tonight, and I had found my constellation, even way out here. That little piece of home that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. It was a comfort.

I was brought out of my head with the opening and closing of the sliding door. Felix had come out to join me, back in his suit from before.

“Room for one more?”

“Of course.”

He gently lowered himself across from me, careful not to splash around. When he was settled, he looked down at his hands, pruning from the constant submersion of the day. He seemed quiet. I scanned his face, searching. 

“Felix?” He looked up, the low hum of the jets loud in our ears. He sighed. His voice was low, to keep it away from prying ears.

“I just want you to be careful. I don’t know what I would do if he hurt you. I like him, I really do. But just know that I’ll be watching him.” His words of comfort brought a smile to my face.

“You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, Lixie?” He was serious as he nodded. As lightly as I tried to make it, I felt the gravity of his emotions in his words. I didn’t break his gaze. I nodded, thanking him for his watchful eye. He finally smiled back at me, just in time to be distracted by Minho opening the door and climbing in beside me. 

“Ahhhhhh.” He sighed and settled in, closing his eyes in relaxation. 

“Careful, Minho. The owners will notice if the whole hot tub is missing.” He contorted his face, wordlessly moving his lips. I smacked his arm, making him giggle. 

Hyunjin was peeling Minnie’s arms off of him when they came out. 

“Get off of me, you’re clingier than plastic wrap.”

“Don’t act like you don’t secretly love it.”

“Seungmin, I will stuff your pillow with leaves tonight. Get away from me.”

Hyunjin sat on my other side and filled his pressed hands with water, threatening it in Seungmin’s direction. Minnie held up his arms and sat across from him on the ledge, calves in the water while the rest of his body was out. Chris came out with Han in tow.

“You would tell me if my voice sounded like that, wouldn’t you?” Chris was fighting a smile, nodding his head in doing whatever he could to get him to focus on anything else. Hyunjin pulled Han down beside him, Han hissing at the sudden shock to his system with the hot water. Chris picked a spot beside Felix, sitting on the edge of the tub and quickly eyed me. His eyes stopped for a second too long on my exposed neckline before flickering back up to my face. My arms shot up to cover as much of myself as I thought I could, giving him the most incredulous look I could muster. He had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. 

I picked up my phone from the space behind Minho and sent a text. 

Me: Whatcha lookin at? 

Chris: …busted.

I giggled to myself. My thumbs were hovering over the keyboard when another text appeared. 

Chris: Water’s never been so cruel

I shook my head again. Bringing my eyes back to the group, I couldn’t help finding him looking back at me. I wagged my finger at him, small movements so no one would sense it. He was smiling at me, warmer than the water I was chest-deep in. I’d never seen someone’s eyes shine like that. Especially looking at me. No one had looked at me like that before. 

Changbin had finished the dishes and was now climbing into the center of the tub, splashing everyone and bringing our attention back to the group. We all had a good laugh at his antics and the night passed on with subtle glances and a racing heartbeat.

*

Retiring to my room was met with protests and attempts at convincing me to stay.

“Come on, you’ll miss Jeongin getting his ass whooped at Pac-Man!”

“As much fun as that sounds, Hyunjin, I think this mother needs her beauty rest. Think of it this way: I get sleep and a break from all of you for a few hours, and I don’t have to kill you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

I walked away to a few grumbles, laughing and shaking my head once more. I savored the quiet of the house, the creaking of the stairs as I climbed. I shut my door and changed into my pants and big shirt again, determined to force my heart to slow down before I could fall asleep. All my thoughts were of him, the way he kept glancing my way, how my body would react to him, my pulse quickening. If I had any shot of sleeping tonight, I needed to distract myself properly. I shuffled through the shows on TV, found a classic and let it play. I watched until I couldn’t fight my eyelids anymore. 

I was in and out, the light on the bedside table keeping me out of a deep sleep. I thought I had dreamed of my door opening, but the creaks were too familiar. I fluttered my eyes open to see Chris shutting my door, his back turned to me. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice was heavy with sleep, not coming out in full force.

“Changbin snores like a lawn mower. You can hear throughout the whole floor. I’ll be out of here before everyone else wakes up.” His sheepish smile told me he was going out on a limb, trying his luck upstairs. With me. 

“This doesn’t mean I’m letting you in my bed! Sleep on the floor. There’s more blankets in the closet.” He pouted, glancing from the closet back to me, back to the closet. “Ugh. Fine.” I flung the comforter open, letting him in. “But only because I’m cold.”

He practically danced over towards the bed before snuggling in. I turned my back towards him, not letting him see the grin begging to be let out. 

“Well, if you’re cold, then I should help with that.” He flicked off the light and scooted closer, making the bed dip the closer he got. “You know, because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Oh, you’re such a nice guy, huh? Yeah, okay.” My laughs came out more as scoffs.Then out of nowhere, strong arms, arms I had seen and imagined against my will, snaked around my waist. My back hit his chest as he closed the open space, and his body hit me like a heat wave and lulled me into the best sleep I’d had in years. No energy left to read into what he meant by this action, or any of his actions of the day. None left to think about what this could mean. Just body heat and a comfort I had never known. 

Until I heard through the distance of my subconscious a creak of my bedroom door. I fought the sunlight coming in through the window until I couldn’t and opened my eyes. Chris’s arms were still around me, his faint snores close to my ears. It took a minute for my still-sleeping brain to realize that the door creak I heard hadn’t been in my dream. My neck moved to see Minho, hand still on the doorknob, staring at Chris’s arm.

[echosong-87]

Drew my trollsona with butterfly wings and antennas

Wanna say thanks for asking about my moonlit prince!branch au!!! I still want more fun questions and ideas for it and the plot line!!

And maybe doodle some of your own trollsonas in my style down the line!!!

If that's ok? ÓwÒ

[midnightwriteson]

It's been a while...

It's been a while since I've been on Tumblr, but I wanted an easy platform to update interact with my readers and I'm familiar with Tumblr though it's been a while. Figured I start new. Currently working on stories on AO3, and updating as I go. Planning on putting some previews up here, talk about some new projects I've got going on. I do have some Yuri On Ice Fics that have been on long hiatuses and I do plan on updating them as I go along, but right now my current fandoms are based on Chinese Danmei. I've got three active stories in the MDZS fandom and one in development from the TGCF fandom. Feel free to leave me a comment and share. I enjoy interacting with my readers and I do take constructive criticism. I am not a perfect writer, but I'm doing this for fun and to develop my craft. My current update schedule is Bi-Weekly. I'll be updating again tomorrow (September 15th).

Active Stories (All MDZS/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) Like My Soul is On Fire - Chapter 12 Bless Myself - Chapter 9 Bad Habits - Chapter 2

Side Piece I'm Currently Working On: One Moonlit Night - Chapter 6 (Yuri On Ice - Underwater seafolk AU) Summary can be found on AO3

Future Projects I'm Working On (Preview): - You're Trying to Save Me (MDZS - Sequel to Like My Soul is On Fire) Takes Place in my Universe but after the thirteen year time skip. Not gonna give too many details here to spoil the first part, but some more twists and turns from the main story line and dealing with the repercussions and trauma from the first half - Wake Me Up Inside (TGCF - Modern Day, After Original Timeline) To save Xie Lian, Hua Cheng has made a decision to seal himself away in the Ghost Realm. Within the modern era, where cultivation isn't as popular, a new threat is coming for Xie Lian and the consequences will shape the future of both the Heaven and the Mortal Realm

The Ballad of Butterflies and Blessings/The Dance of Sabers and Arrows. (TGCF - A/B/O AU) Takes place after Hua Cheng returns to Xie Lian at the end of the novel. First part will be Hua Cheng and Xie Lian finally getting together. Second story will be Feng Xin An Mu Qing

If your excited for any of the upcoming stories, please let me know. I can't wait to see what you all think! What projects are you currently reading of mine? Which ones do you want to see next?

[restlessmaknae]

a moon apart [seoho]

What if you have a soulmate, but you can only meet ever so scarcely?

What if you have a soulmate, but he can never be yours?

➳ Characters: Seoho x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: folktale-ish, fantasy, mystery, kingdom au, royalty au, soulmate au, romance, angst

➳ Words: 3.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of imaginary gods and goddesses (let me know if you find more!)

➳ A/N: This is my contribution to the Eternally Yours collab hosted by the lovely @sungbeam​​. You can check out the collab and the participating writers here. Thank you for letting me participate! ❤️

➳ Oneus taglist: @dat-town, @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy​,  @effulgentfireflies​, @anime-lover-2020​

The elderly in your kingdom had a saying: lovers who meet during the full moon are lovers forever - both in this life and in the afterlife. In other words, they are one soul in two different bodies. They are soulmates.

It was an old saying, something that citizens took more or less seriously, but you liked to think it true. Your parents had met during a full moon after all, and they were still as much in love with each other as in the beginning. You kept hoping that one day, you would have a love like theirs: so selfless, uplifting and withstanding all seasons of life.

So far, you had not met the one though. Maybe you had been merely unlucky, maybe the places you frequented weren’t the ones where people found love - or maybe it was rather because you were a princess, and princesses didn’t randomly stumble upon their love in the woods on a moonlit night or by walking in the royal gardens accompanied by the moon high up in the sky. Your parents didn’t want to force you to marry someone you didn’t love, and even though you had suitors, none of them made your heart race.

However, time was pressuring as your parents were getting older, and you had no other siblings who could save you from being the heir to the throne. So every now and then, you and your parents went to the shrine of the Goddess of Earth, also known as Mother Nature, and burnt sacrifices - the first piece of snowflower of the year, the first blossom of the cherry trees, the first potato harvested and such - to ask for guidance, for appreciation by the gods. It was said that those who made good to the Earth were rewarded with prosperity - let it be regarding an actual harvest, a thriving business or love.

Indeed, Mother Nature heard your plea, but you crossed paths with more than one boy afterwards, yet you loved only one.

The one who could not be yours.

Prince Hwanwoong was a delicate, diligent yet sometimes childish prince, someone who could make you laugh with his silly faces and goofy behaviour and make your heart flutter with his thoughtfulness - let it be asking for a cup of chamomile tea for you when you had an upset stomach or helping you lift the hem of your dress when you were stepping into a carriage. He definitely made the days at the palace seem brighter, the atmosphere more cheery, your parents’ worries more subtle. There was only one problem though: that you didn’t love him.

Even though he was a sight to behold, a prince who knew his responsibilities, a future heir who knew his responsibilities and truly, genuinely cared for his people, you didn’t love him like your mother loved your father.

“There is no need to rush, my dear. Maybe one day, you will realise that you have already fallen for him,” your mother put a reassuring hand over your shoulder when you shared your concern with her. In return, you directed a grateful smile at her and turned back to the mirror to have one last glance at your midnight-blue gown for the ball that the Yeo family was holding at their palace. You were invited alongside your parents after you had met the prince through a ball your own family had organised, but you were nervous about today - about the lack of butterflies in your stomach.

This nervousness didn’t leave you for the rest of the night either, and despite prince Hwanwoong appearing to be as kind and gentle as always, your heart was heavy after the ball, thus sleep didn’t come to you easily that night. Nor the night after when you headed back home, and there was already another encounter in talks with the Yeo royal family.

To ease your nerves, you did what you had always done: walking through the royal garden, gazing up at the moon - a plump, round full moon in all its glory - and pacifying your heartbeat through breathing techniques the royal medic suggested. You usually ended your walk in the garden, but that night, you went even further, and only halted when the magnificent, crystal-clear pond came into view. There though, you felt your body shake, and you let yourself cry far from the watching eyes of the servants or your worried parents.

To your surprise though, there was someone who had been watching you, and upon hearing your sobs, he came out from behind a tree, his instinct telling him to console you. However, when you heard branches crunching under his feet, you yelped, confusion overtaking your features as you locked eyes with him.

“It’s okay. You can cry. I won’t tell anyone,” he justified while raising his hands in front of his chest as if he was trying to defend himself. He didn’t look like a servant, he had more delicate clothes for that - a blindingly white, loose shirt that was tightened by the waist with a similarly white belt, soft snow-white cotton pants and ballroom shoes. He was also delicate in his features - smooth pale skin, plump lips, chiselled jawline and warm brown eyes that held a whole university in them. It was as if the moon above reflected in his orbs with all its light and warmth.

Despite being surprised - and a bit frightened a minute ago -, the worry that you saw in his eyes reminded you just what kind of a state you had been in before he had shown up, and felt your lips quiver. Then, you turned your back to him in hopes of suppressing your cry, but to no avail. Your tears just kept flowing like the raindrops racing down the windows on a stormy night, and your whole body was soon shaking with your sobs.

“You may feel like the whole world is on your shoulders now, but the sun will rise, another moon will come up, and it will all pass,” the stranger said in such a soothing voice that it almost felt like a warm hug. Even though he didn’t come up to touch you, you felt surrounded by light and a sense of calm that had never visited you before.

However, after crying as much as you wanted and letting him console you with his words, you were about to turn around to thank him, only to find the serene garden behind you bathing in the moonlight, no one else.

He truly left without a trace.

The next time you met, it was almost in the same setting, but with a few different details. This time, the weather was turning chilly, the leaves were falling elegantly from the weary, arched trees that were almost sighing with relief that they could let go of the added weight. Just like you who kept reminding yourself of the mysterious stranger’s words to keep going, to keep showing up for events and to keep seeing if your heart was ready to accept Hwanwoong’s love.

This time, you weren’t crying, and the stranger was no longer in his white attire. Instead, he was in a dirty grey coat dotted with white patches like little clouds on the night sky, and his smile was gentle, but it faltered a bit when you asked him why he was here.

“I come here sometimes. I like the way the moonlight reflects on the surface of the pond,” he mused out loud as he took a few steps closer to you. Not directly towards you because he halted beside you, but his closer proximity still triggered an erratic heartbeat symphony in you.

“That, I can understand,” you bobbed your head, sharing his sentiment. You felt oddly bashful under his otherwise affectionate glance, so you turned towards the pond instead, watching the small ripples on the surface, the water giving in to the power of the occasional gentle breeze that passed by.

“Is your heart a little less heavy than last time?”

So he remembered. The thought alone was enough to paint your cheeks in the colour of the vivid cherry trees in full bloom, but you tried to keep your voice steady despite his obviously caring question.

“Yes, it is. Thank you for last time.”

“I didn’t do anything special,” he denied, almost coy, and you could see from the corner of your eyes how he shook his head. Usually, you weren’t one who kept pressuring the topic when the other was a bit nervous around you, but you felt the need to let him know just how thankful you were.

“Sometimes just listening to someone is enough. There are so many people who want to tell me what to do, how to feel, whom to love… They aren’t willing to listen to how I truly feel and what I truly want,” you shared with him, your voice more resigned than you had intended.

You were a princess, the sole heir to the royal couple of your kingdom, so you had your fair share of duties and responsibilities. Nevertheless, a lot of times you felt that just because you were young and you were a female, you had no right to feel the way you did. Everyone wanted to tell you how to feel, and everyone acted as if they knew you so well.

“They probably want to reassure themselves that they know you better than you do know yourself. You shouldn’t let them sway you,” he pointed out gently, no room for malice in his voice. He wasn’t even reprimanding you, he was more like consoling you - yet again.

“I’m trying,” you bobbed your head, turning your head to glance at him, only to find him already looking at him. When you caught his eyes, his lips curled into the tiniest of smiles, but there was so much in it - so much empathy, so much understanding and so much hope. You had never paid a lot of attention to people’s microexpressions, but you couldn’t help but notice how relaxed his whole body was from the smooth arch of his eyebrows to the way his jaw was set and his shoulders eased. As if he was perfectly at peace with the world.

You reciprocated his smile, finding it easy to do so despite not knowing each other for long. Crazy how it was only the second time you met!

“What’s your name?” You inquired, hopefully in a friendly manner, but there was a hint of panic going through the boy’s eyes. However, in the next moment, he was back to his relaxed self.

“I’m Seoho,” he answered, and you guessed that he didn’t ask back because he already knew who you were. You also felt as if he knew you already, but this kind of feeling wasn’t unpleasant. Because the way you talked was always comfortable and comforting - like the softness of the freshly washed sheets or the fact that you knew that the sun would rise in the morning.

“Glad to have met you, Seoho. You always seem to know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Likewise,” he smiled back, and then turned back to look at the pond bathing in the full moon’s light.

You kept talking about little nothings and big, heavy topics until the moonlight started fading and you felt sleepish. When you parted that night though, you asked if he would come again, and when he said yes, it was the first time you felt butterflies in your stomach.

You and prince Hwanwoong kept meeting during balls and other royal families’ weddings, and even though he would have never pressured you into anything, you saw the glances his and your parents sent in your way, and you wondered how long they would wait before they would tell you to actually get married - for the sake of the two families, of the two kingdoms. The prince clearly liked you and tried to take care of you - bringing you a bouquet of your favourite flower when he knew that you would be meeting and suggesting places that he knew you would like.

On the other hand, all you could think about was the reflection of the stars in Seoho’s eyes, the light he lit up in your heart and his gentle words that felt like a blanket over your shoulders on a cold night. Talking with him was more than just a conversation; it was a walk down memory lane, it was a way to reflect on all the good and bad and it was like picking little seeds of hope to bury them into the ground, to wait for them to start growing, to start blooming. Being with him brought great pleasure into your days, but fearing what your parents would think of you meeting up with a member of the staff, you tried not to visit the pond too much at nights - when you weren’t busy with other things, that is.

Sometimes Seoho didn’t even come, but you still kept meeting, months and seasons passing by. Yet, once as you were sitting under the half-moon, you wondered where he could be working and what his shifts could look like given that you met each other so infrequently. Prompted by the thought, you visited the main maid’s office to inquire about Seoho. However, much to your bewilderment, she said that there was no one named Seoho working at the palace. You were so perplexed that the next time you met the boy, your first question towards him was why you couldn’t see him so much around, hoping to see if he was trying to come up with excuses or he would tell you why he was truly there.

Seoho was a bit taken aback by your question, and it was the first time you saw him a bit bittersweet. However, he still responded.

“It’s because I’m not here all the time. Just every full moon.”

You could see that he wasn’t lying. Everything in his demeanour told you that he was being honest, but that just broke your heart even more because he appeared so resigned. As if he had already played out this conversation in his head before you had the chance to ask about it.

“Why? How do you even get access to the royal gardens?” You quirked an eyebrow as you laced your arms in front of your chest, suddenly cautious. Who could he be if he wasn’t working here? You would have never dared to question him, but his answer didn’t shine a light on the truth either.

“I don’t need it.”

“Seoho, I don’t understand,” you pressed, shaking your head. While it was true that you had met during a full moon and you thought that if he hadn’t been your soulmate, then no one else could have been your soulmate, but still… Was he just a trick of your imagination? Was he breaking rules to see you?

“I don’t want to break your heart, but I’m afraid I’ll do so if I tell you the truth,” he replied without stepping closer to you even though you itched to reach out to him. Especially now more than ever when it seemed that his whole existence was a big question.

“Are you… a ghost?” You guessed hesitantly, and when he didn’t reply immediately, you reached out to place a hand over his heart to ground yourself, to make you see that he was there, that he was very much alive. That’s when your lips parted though. Even though his skin was warm under your touch, you couldn’t feel the beating of his heart. You pressed more firmly, but still nothing, and the way Seoho looked back at you was enough of an answer in itself. 

How could you have missed it when he had even hugged you before, holding you close to his chest?

“I am not a ghost. I have a human form, but I’m immortal. I’m the God of the Moon.”

You tried to rack your head around the fact that he was someone you read about in books, someone for whom you had burned sacrifices, someone who had been in your kingdom’s anthem, someone who should have been an old man according to the tales.

“I-” You started, too many questions crossing your mind all at once. You started with the most confusing one. “How is that even possible? I thought gods and goddesses don’t visit us in the human realm.”

“They do, humans merely don’t know. I know for a fact that Mother Nature also likes helping out on the fields, but she usually changes her human form. I am, on the other hand, fond of this one,” he explained, boasting an almost cheeky smile as he looked down at himself, but when he caught your eyes, his lips turned into a thin line, his expression hardening. “I usually visit the human realm only during the full moon though. That’s when I have my energy in full, and I visit back here to keep reminding myself why I should continue lighting the way for humans. I like listening to troubled souls’ stories because that way, I know that my efforts are not in vain.”

His words were so like him, but you would have never guessed that he was a god. Now though, it made sense why he was fond of the pond - he had said that it was because he liked the way the moonlight reflected on its surface -, why you couldn’t see him so often - because he only came to visit the human realm every full moon, so every 29 days -, why he spoke so wisely despite his seemingly young age, and why he was so good at comforting you.

“Why did you keep visiting me?” You pondered once you came back to your senses. He said that he kept visiting back to remind himself of his duty, and that he liked listening to troubled souls’ stories. He didn’t mention that he had to revisit one after having met them already.

“Why did you keep coming back to the pond then?” He asked back instead of answering, and you were so on the edge already that you blurted out your answer without thinking ahead.

“Because I wanted to see you, because I’m afraid I might be in love with you.”

Given other circumstances, this might have been a heartfelt confession. However, considering that he had just admitted that he was the god of the Moon, it just made everything even more complicated, even more wrong. He was an immortal, you were a human. He only had this human form ever so scarcely, and he could only visit you during every full moon. Realistically speaking, you could never have a future together, but the way you were still waiting for an answer from him - an indication of some sort - was enough of a proof that despite everything, you still cared if he reciprocated your feelings.

“Well…” Seoho sighed a long, aghast sigh. He averted his eyes for a moment to gaze at the pond under the canvas of the sky and the dirty grey moon, then looked back at you. “I’m afraid of the same.”

Those words were engraved into your heart afterwards; because it was a confession of some sort yet it was a goodbye of some sort as well. Something so sad yet so beautiful, so comforting yet so painful. It was as if those few words were just like the time you shared with him: dreamlike and something that was out of your reach all too soon.

The elderly in your village had a recent saying when it started raining more and more during full moons after seeing Seoho for the last time: that Mother Nature cried for the lovers who couldn’t meet for whatever reason, and this was her way of mourning the missed chances of soulmates meeting.

You, on the other hand, knew that it wasn’t true. It was because though you had a love like your parents’ - so selfless, uplifting and withstanding all seasons of life -, you couldn’t be with your soulmate for he was a god and you were a mortal princess. Your paths should have never crossed in the first place, but maybe full moons weren’t just for eternal love, they were for miracles, too.

However, even though your love couldn’t bloom, you would always cherish the time you spent with Seoho, and whenever you looked up at the sky, it felt like the Moon was watching over you, let it be day or night, and the thought itself made you feel safe.

(Little did you know, it was actually true: Seoho had never stopped watching over you ever since.)

A/N: Oneus has so many moon references in their songs, not to mention the masterpiece the Luna MV is, no wonder I got inspired by their symbolism. *-*

Hope you enjoyed this story of mine (and I hope you don’t hate me too much for the bitter ending)!

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Moonlit Butterfly AU

Aka Bsd's Great War except 11 year old medic Yosano is joined by 10 year old child soldier Atsushi.

Shunzen noticed quickly that neither Atsushi nor Yosano talked about their families. There was no mention of parents or siblings or any kind of familial ties.

It was the opposite to him.

Shunzen was always talking about his family. His parents and his little brother Michizou were his whole world.

He assumed the kiddos didn't have any. And honestly he kinda hoped that they didn't as awful as that sounded.

Because that meant their parents had given them up. That their parents had sold them out to the war effort. Perhaps for a sum of cash like they're children weren't the most precious things in the world.

The world was cruel but wasn't that a step too far?

(Shunzen would learn soon enough that no... No it wasn't. Yosano's parents had willingly handed her to Doctor Mori without a second word.

And the less said about how Atsushi got here the better.)

[stygianlife]

05-11: The Truth Unfound

A/n: Pardon my mistakes, I am not a professional. This is just a self-made AU for one of the O5 Council members, O5-11 or The Liar. A glimpse into his personal life. This tale may not include much of the SCPs and might be improper for some theories about the highly secret group. But overall, it is just a little story. Grab snacks and enjoy.

Themes: Romance, Angst, slight Horror?

Word count: 1,500+

A year ago on this very day, Sam and I had celebrated our love in front of a crowd full of ones who are close to us. We stood on a little stage on the shore and heard the waves of the ocean while promising each other a life devoid of loneliness. As he kissed me, everyone clapped and cheered. Since then, we had loved each other even more.

At this very moment, I was in his arms and blindfolded. I felt him stepping downstairs. There were butterflies in my stomach. Sam had already surprised me with a tour on his personal yacht. He knew I loved the waters, we both did. He stopped and gently placed me on a chair. I waited for instructions. There was a heavy sound of a door shutting close with a number of metallic clicks. I felt Sam’s hands untying the cloth on my eyes.

“Open your eyes,” said Sam. The room we were in looked similar to some sort of lab in a science fiction movie. There was nothing much but futuristic lights illuminating the spherical room. Sam sat across me. The table and our chairs were the only furniture present. Just when I was trying to understand everything around me, the table was suddenly filled with food. I wished I had not blinked. My confusion sealed my lips and I just looked at Sam for some explanations.

Sam said, “Greta, you are the love of my life. I need to share something very important to you today.” He had a serious yet calm voice. “Do not worry, this is just a safe place I needed to open up to you.” He added.

He then looked down and acted a bit nervous. I assured him that I would listen to him before concluding anything.

“Before I explain everything to you, I would like to tell you a story,” he stated. “A young boy once was going back home from his school. He kicks a pebble as he walks. Suddenly he trips and falls and scrapes his knee. When he looks back up the familiar road has changed to an open field. There are beautiful flowers growing and short grass under his shoes. The sky is now a shade of pink and orange. Slightly overwhelmed, he walks slowly towards a flower and smells it. The fragrance makes him feel like home, the home he had never visited. He finds a tall man in a cowboy attire facing him. His hat covers his eyes but there is a smirk on his face. Finding no one else in the vast field, he approaches the man. As the distance between them decreases, the boy notices how absurdly tall the man is. He is now close enough to see the eyes of the man glowing red. As soon as their eyes meet, the boy screams, unable to move and the large monstrous figure reaches an arm out to him. He closes his eyes and falls back on the soft grass. But then he wakes up on a road, still unknown. It is a moonlit night. He sees a small house off the road. Just as he sits up, he hears the sirens of a car. Then he sees the headlights of a police car with the siren blaring. The boy realizes how fast the car was running. He rolled over to his side and off the road. He sat there in hopes of the car returning but it never did. Confused, hungry and terrified, he sat down in the dirt and cried. The boy wished he had not gone to school that day; he missed his mother. He passed out from the exhaustion. The last thing he remembered seeing was a few soldiers and doctors around him.”

Sam paused and silently sliced his steak. I wondered if that food was real, but he chewed on his steak. His eyes were looking into his story. He seemed completely lost.

“So, I assume that boy was you?” I tried to speak to him so that he could be a little more present. But somehow my words never reached him.

“His family had to forget about him and he was kept away at a very protected place. His stay there was imprisonment yet was provided an ordinary lifestyle,” Sam continued speaking. “The ladies in white coats took care of him and men in stylish combat suits brought him the most luxurious foods. He could not ask for a better life. Maybe he did ask for one. That is because most of his life he could not spend in peace in that lovely room he was locked in. His body could not wander but his mind did it anyway. No matter what everyone around him did to keep him in one place, he could not. He travelled against his own will, not only to distant lands but to distinct worlds. He grew unaware of where he might be the next second. There was one, in that facility, who could help the boy. He was secretive, kind and old. The boy was trained by that old man as he knew how to control their minds. The boy slowly learned how to live in one reality for longer and how to let go of it so he could find another. The old man also taught him how to let others inside the realms he was creating unwantedly. Even though it did not help him go back to where he came from, it helped him to remain where he felt comfort. Little did he know that the help was not offered to him but he was the one to be helping. He grew up and learned about how the world is nothing as what others see. No one knew better than him that everything was real and everything was changing. He was a means of transport for the missions conducted in those sites. He never knew when he became a member of the SCP Foundation. He saw monsters, he saw wonders and he saw science which was unimaginable. He wondered if he was one of those terrifying creatures who could alter the reality. Unfortunately, he did not even know what was the reality. He had been in so many of those and even after being real they were considered fake. Soon his time came to sit amongst the people who ran the world. The old man refused to help in one life-threatening situation. The others had shot him dead before running away. He filled the empty seat of the old man and became ‘05-11’. He was one of the thirteen council members. Whenever there was a need he had to create a false realities and was bound to do so for the sake of humanity. The normalcy of the world was in stake if anyone, in that Foundation, messed up. He was one of those who had all the power to change the past, present and future. So, he did it. He created scenarios which others called illusionary. If only they could fathom the truths that he faced to find his feet back on Earthly ground.”

I may have misunderstood him when I thought it was a joke. The tears in his eyes made me realize I have never seen him cry in eight years. “Sam, if this is all true, why did you never tell me about this?” I asked him as I felt my heart clenching in my chest.

Sam looked up at me and said, “Greta, I am supposed to keep my identity a secret forever. I never wished to find anything but the very real world everyone lives in. The layers of numerous realities are like a hard cover on me. It aches me every second to keep living in confusion. I do not understand what is true and what is not. I am afraid my dreams might be the reality and the reality might be dreams. I search for the very normalcy that I feed to common humanity. I have failed to find that till date. But I have found love; I found you.”

“I- I cannot understand you. Why?” I could feel the entire room collapsing on me. But Sam stood up and came over to me. He kneeled down and held my hands.

“I know this is very hard for you. You might not understand me, believe me or may even hate me. But I am not one of you people. I wish I could be; I really wish so. Please let me tell you everything before I leave, Greta. The only sight I have adored since that day was yours. The only place I ever felt safe in was in your arms. I will love you forever, no matter how far I am. The Foundation had asked me for another favor and you will not see me once we are back on land,” Sam said all of this so clearly. There was clearly pain in his eyes and I could not ignore the love I could see shimmering in them. Something as such had never crossed my mind. Sam was very professional and private. But how could this be true? Would I lose him forever? I know whatever he says is already decided. The two days I have with him might be the last. I do not want them to end and if they do then this must also be a dream.

“I never wanted to date someone with superpowers and have a sad ending of my love story. Sam, I tell me this is not true. Promise me you will never leave me,” I cried.

Sam brushed off my tears and smiled at me, “Once I am gone, normalcy would not be the only thing I seek through the realms I hold. I will find you and meet you one day. I hope we would be alive that day and you would recognize me.”

I fell into his arms and lost half of my senses. I only said, “I love you.” Sam held me for the last few hours he was there in my life.

[taisho-era-secrets]

**!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!**

2am

Summary: It's a hot summer night with Kyojuro at your side, but something has disturbed your sleep. Something that you intend to fix immediately.

Pairing: Modern day AU Kyojuro Rengoku x AFAB Reader CW: Somnophilia/sleep sex, penetrative sex, light teasing, slightly dominant Kyojuro, rough sex, biting, Kyojuro getting a bit pussy drunk.

2 am…

That’s what time your inner clock was telling you it was. You struggled to get your thoughts together as you stirred. Something had tenderly taken you from your rest.

It was a warm night contrasted with the moonlit glow, even hotter with his strong build up against your back. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist like a child with a beloved stuffed toy. His nose was nuzzled right behind your ear, broad chest and muscles flush against you, and his hair was starting to tangle up on your damp shoulder… but that occupied the least of your attention.

His legs and hips twitched up against you, possessed. His abdomen contracted occasionally. His breath was shaky and did little to help with the temperature as you felt it puff against your shoulder. Kyojuro was sweating more than you, but that didn’t explain the familiar wetness you felt on your lower back. Feeling a small twitch… an excitement coursed through your limbs and butterflies stirred in your center as you started to become more aware of what was going on. His erection was pressed against your valley and was leaking enough to seep through his boxers and onto your tank top, you could practically feel his heat throbbing between your cheeks. Just from feeling him against you like this you felt yourself heat up even more. You ground back against him experimentally, earning a pleased open mouth groan from Kyojuro in return. He swallowed harshly and let out a shaky breath, sending goose bumps across your body as you felt his neck muscles flex against back of your neck. It was strange to experience him like this, so desperate and so unable to control himself.

Poor Kyojuro, you could hear the urgency from him as his unsteady breath tickled your shoulder. Poor Kyojuro, his grip was getting tighter around you, pleading from beyond his unconscious. Poor Kyojuro, it just wasn’t going to be enough for him to find relief no matter how hard he tried on his own in this state. It would be cruel to not help him at this point… and in your drowsy and libidinous mindset you told yourself confidently that Kyojuro would help you if it had been the other way around.

You slowly let go of one of the arms that had a vice grip around you and shimmied your panties down, careful not to move out of his hold too much. You could feel a light breeze come from his rutting that made you aware of your own arousal from witnessing Kyojuro’s unusually disadvantaged state. Clumsily, you reached through your thighs and tugged his underwear down enough to free his burning erection and line it up against your folds. You couldn’t help but trace down his shaft and cup him lightly with your delicate hand. His breath caught in his throat for a moment as you teased his swollen head, rocking yourself back and forth on him. His face moved, lips caressed your shoulder just enough to mimic what could have been a light kiss. As if instinctually knowing that the prize he longed for was finally in reach, Kyojuro’s hips snapped up into you so eagerly that you had to shift your face into the pillow to silence yourself. The feeling of being full like this was addicting- you could never get used to the experience no matter how many times he ravaged you. This time was so different though, so instinctual, so carnal, so unhinged.

Kyojuro’s face shifted, his glistening forehead now rested on your shoulder. You got a brief moment to adjust as you heard Kyojuro let out a pleased growl that left a tremble in your chest and your toes curling in anticipation. The moment didn’t last long, he was soon bucking into you and at this angle he pounded just right into your sweet spot without mercy. His movements were completely chaotic and uncalculated compared to his usual behavior. It was nearly impossible for you to keep your voice down but luckily it was drowned out by his gasps and resonant moans that filled the room- at least his volume remained unchanged even in his sleep. Nectar dripped down the side of your thigh, sloppy and pooling on the sheets between you two. Tears of bliss started to well up in your eyes and your pillow was soaked from you biting it to keep your voice down. It was all too much, being used unconsciously like this was a whole different experience. You could only speculate what he was dreaming about, what situation he was in within his mind. Release was climbing up just from knowing that he was at your mercy and you, too, were at his.

Finally, Kyojuro moved. His hand went lower between thrusts, intending on holding you down to go even deeper but his fingers lined up just right against your clit. You lost all self control in that moment, your right leg jolted forward and your hips reared back into him. So close, that salty pleasure was starting to come to you so fast- lost in the moment you heard him murmur your name so softly, so tenderly. Your heart pounded in your ear drums, fluttering from the way he calls your name. But then, to your disappointment, the bucking started to slow-

“…Y/N!” You were so so close, but then he pulled out of you harshly enough to make you cry out. Just as suddenly, the weight in the mattress shifted and he was over you with his hands caging you in protectively, both of you breathing heavy in exhaustion. You laid on your stomach, feeling his perspiration meet your own on the back of your tank top. “Did I hurt you? Forgive me-”

You swallowed down a disappointed whimper. It took a second to stop shuddering from the sudden emptiness and stolen climax, one firm hand kneaded at your shoulder as you caught your breath while softly shaking your head in response to his concern. You turned your head expecting to be met with his worried look, but his eyes were transfixed and wide, gazing at all of your features. Leaning back on his seat, you watched him chew on his bottom lip as his eyes darted around your limp body splayed before him. His gleaming eyes had gears turning behind them… like a lion with his prey… The hand that once was kneading you lovingly traced down your side, glided over your ass, and finally to your leg sending shivers up your body. He took hold of the hem of your panties that was tangled at your calves, slipping them off slowly as if struggling with the last ounce of self control he had. His panting became even heavier.

“…Knees,” he huffed out, eyes glazed over and before you could question him he nearly shouted, “On your hands and knees now!”

With no hesitation in your movements, you rushed to the demanded stance driven by your eagerness to finish. Past your beating heart and intertwined panting you could make out the sound of him discarding his boxers between your calves. He gripped onto your waist with one hand and used his other to gently tease your clit with his dripping head. You tried to wriggle back onto him, expressing your need through body language, but his grip only tightened punishingly hard in response. There was a different air he gave now, less collected than he usually was during his love making with you.

“I’m sorry,” he trembled out. “I don’t think I can stop myself--” His full length slammed into you abruptly, the force knocking you off your arms and pressing you down into the sheets with your ass in the air as he ground up into your heat. Your cries were all but drowned out by the sound of your skin meeting his. You almost couldn’t breathe from the shear intensity of Kyojuro bottoming out in you in this position. He didn’t start slow either, Kyojuro mercilessly thrusted into you even harder than before and giving you exactly what you craved. You think to yourself that perhaps it was a blessing in disguise for him to have woken up. The way your back was arched enthusiastically against him, you knew your body would make you pay for this tomorrow but that thought was drowned out when Kyojuro started speaking again.

“Your panties… You played a part in all of this, didn’t you?” his voice was so shaky, heavily drunk from your tight squeeze around him. “I’m much too bewitched by your body than I’d like to admit. I can’t help but lose control like this…”

You were losing control as well, but it wasn’t at all unwelcomed. You felt your walls spasm harshly around his cock in response to his voice. He swallowed down a moan in response, “Perfect, just perfect!”

Overcome by the pleasure, you failed to notice your top was starting to slip down your torso from the constant movement, but Kyojuro didn’t. He started to tear the clothing off ruthlessly but just as it started to slip down your arms he twisted them into a knot around your wrist—slamming them down in place. Distraction from your restraints didn’t last long; fiery locks of hair collected in your field of vision and a hot wet, caress from his tongue tasting the back of your neck followed.

“Kyoju-- Ah!”

A sharp sting made you freeze up. Kyojuro had completely surrendered to his desires, clamping down on the back of your neck with his jaws like a feral beast. Vibrations from his low growl had your core leaping from the thrill, you choked out his name. Saliva dripped down your throat- your hands grasping at whatever they could- overwhelming, it was all just so overwhelming. A cold rush came to you as he let go of your waist only to be forgotten instantly by a jolt that shot up your spine as his hand latched itself onto your sex- circling perfectly around your bud desperately, urging on your release- just from experience you knew he was so close to release too.

Blood rushed to your head as your hips started to move on their own volition and soon a wave of absolute ecstasy came over you sending shivers up your body, your mouth hung open in a silent scream, contractions swallowing him up hungrily. Kyojuro buried himself as deep as he could go and harshly rocked up into you, finally releasing his bite to let out a hoarse moan as you felt him overfill you. Completely drained, the high had run through your system and left all of your muscles feeling like jelly. You could barely make out the weight of his forehead resting between your shoulder blades before you started to drift off.

~

The gentle hands rubbing circles on your back brought you back to reality. The sheets clung to your damp body as you slowly flipped yourself over to meet his loving gaze. From one look at his face, you could tell that he was back to normal. Warm eyes and a familiar, carefree smile was before you once again, his affectionate voice welcoming you back by his side.

“Hmm, I’m sure you’re tired now,” he beamed. “I think this one time we can sleep in.”

[winterlinksandotherlinks]

In honour of Valentine's Day, Shadow is clingy and tries to show off his magic to his bf (said bf knows exactly what Shadow is up to, and may or may not be amused)

While I have a lot of LoZ ships that I'm very fond of (RavioLi, MaLink, SidLink, ZeLink [but only in SS!], etc.), Vidow has a special place in my heart (ace rep, anyone?), alongside @hauntinghyrule 's amazing illustrations (which kind'a introduced me to the ship in the first place, but that's probably nothing new)

Regardless, I was (and still am) deep into the Linked Universe AU, so when I wanted to doodle older Vio and Shadow (age 24), it seemed natural to combine the influences — and here we are

Some of the headcanons that developed along the way include:

whenever Shadow uses his own magic (as opposed to that of the Mirror), it looks like a night sky full of stars;

yes, Vio is stunning, but so is Shadow — whereas Vio looks like a moonlit painting, Shadow is a gracefully swirling galaxy (whenever he's not being a menace);

Shadow is an extremely good dancer;

Vio started to learn magic while hanging out with Shadow (aka. pretending to be a good-guy-turned-bad), and became proficient in it, but didn't tell anyone because of the stigma surrounding that branch of magic;

Vio's magic has more of a silvery sheen than Shadow's, like a moonlit night during a full moon;

Vio offered to fuse kinstones with Shadow shortly after they met, and Shadow kept the fused kinstone and turned it into a necklace;

and, the first time Shadow showed off his own magic (rather than that of the Mirror), he created a butterfly with black wings full of starlight and placed it in Vio's hair

I've got parts of a pet-project-fic drifting about in my folders, set in your average Winter Wonderland (TM), and this may or may not end up becoming part of it

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Do You Have A List Of The Hashiras For These AUs?

💕 (Ship Swap AU), 🔥 (Fate Swap AU), 🌸 (Kamado Sibling Swap AU), 🦋 (Kamado-Kocho Swap AU), 🎀 (Kamado-Shabana Swap AU) & 🌙 (Kamado-Tsugikuni Swap AU)?

Yes, though some of them are still getting worked on and are subject to change(namely 🎀 and 🌙). But I'll do my best! I will only be specifying which Hashira actually changed, and mention who all has been kept in their original place.

Sunflowers and Thundering Fireworks/💕

Kanae Kochou, Flower Hashira

The Hashira roster for S&TF is mostly the same, the big differences being that Kanae is alive and Mitsuri and Obanai switched roles. Shinobu is still a Hashira by the main events of the series.

Ruka Rengoku was the Flame Hashira for a brief time, retiring after Kyojurou became a Hashira.

And I'm playing with the idea of Tanjirou and Nezuko becoming Hashira before Infinity Castle. With two Hashira taken out of the lineup(Kyojurou by dying, Tengen by retiring), and there being two tsuguko available to fill the empty seats. Though, this idea isn't guaranteed yet.

Scattered Embers and Broken Hearts/🔥

Tanjirou Kamado, Sun Hashira

Nezuko Kamado, Wind Hashira

Zenitsu Agatsuma, Thunder Hashira

Inosuke Hashibira, Beast Hashira

Kanao Tsuyuri, Flower Hashira

Genya Shinazugawa, Breathless/Demon Hashira

Hinatsuru Uzui, Sound Hashira

Suma Uzui, Music Hashira

Makio Uzui, Firework Hashira

Sabito, Water Hashira

Yuichirou Tokito, Moon Hashira

Sayo, Crystal Hashira

Music and Firework Breathing are both Styles derived from Thunder, and Crystal is derived from Stone.

Aoi was the Insect Hashira before the battle with Douma.

Sunlit Blossoms/🌸

The Hashira roster is the same as canon, Kyojurou just managed to survive Mugen Train. Yay!

Moonlit Butterfly/🦋

Nezuko Kamado, Flower Hashira

Giyuu Tomioka and Sabito, Dual Water Hashira

Yuichirou Tokito, Moon Hashira

Tanjirou was the Sun Hashira before his death at the hands of Kokushibo. Everyone else is in the same spot aside from Shinobu.

Burning Ribbons/🎀

Tsutako Tomioka, Water Hashira

Kanae Kochou, Flower Hashira

Hinatsuru Uzui, Song Hashira

Makio Uzui, Firework Hashira

Suma Uzui, Music Hashira

Sanemi, Gyomei, Muichirou, Obanai, Mitsuri, Kyojurou all remain in the roster.

Moon Princess, Chosen Sunlight/🌙1

Touko Agatsuma, Moon Hashira

Touko takes the spot for Muichirou, everyone else is in their usual spot.

Ashen Moonlight, Sun Goddess/🌙2

I'm still working on this one. We'll see where I go with it!