#Story: Mei's Marriage

[itspneu]

i feel some people see the comedy tag and see kinosaki being a crossdresser and think they're related and maybe this is what drives them away from the manga, when in actuality kino being a guy mostly is not played for laughs, when they're revealing to another character for the first time yeah it is and its funny (it works bc they really dont see it coming but theyre not offensive about it anyways, its just genuine surprise) but overall him being a guy walking around looking like a woman is not treated as a joke at all really. i've seen my fair share of comedies with a crossdresser character, honestly i see where these people are coming from, the ones i've seen the crossdressing is supposed to be the joke and maybe its bc im trans but they're just not funny at all imo, but i wish the people would stick around to see thats not the case at all with marriagetoxin i'd even say it subverts yet another troupe which is a common thing in the manga already

[adelidae]

if (gestures vaguely at ot2) wasn't the case i could see rai mei & hikari in a lavender marriage situation but i don't really see them as a romantic ship

[selfloverrrrrr]

Bloody Bond

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, vampire Gojo, prince Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

I was a girl from a farmer's family. I was their only girl. I had many friends in the village. I love to read books. Our family was poor. My father was working so hard for money. We needed it after all. One thing I always hated about my family.

And The thing I never liked about my family is they always try to convince me to marry. But I don't want to! I'm just 20 years old. I don't need to marry someone right now! I ignored them whenever they tried to talk about convincing me for marriage.

Me and my friends were in a field. Talking with each other. Suddenly Shoko my friend pulled the rubber band from my hair and untied my hair then started running. "Hey Shoko... stop!!" I screamed with a laugh. "Catch me!" She said. We both started running.

Shoko didn't notice that Mei Mei was in front of her. "Nevermind I got her" Mei Mei said grabbing the rubber band from Shoko's hand. "You always help her" Shoko sighed. We both laughed. I was tying my hair back when we heard a loud noise from beside us.

We looked in the direction. There was a bush. "What was that sound?" Mei Mei asked. "I don't know either" Shoko replied. "Let's see what it was" I said. We all went towards there. Then we slowly went behind the bush. Nothing was there.

"what was it?" I said. "We're thinking the same thing!" Shoko said. "Wait...is that blood?" I asked. I saw red liquid on the ground. "Shit...it is blood!" Mei Mei said. Suddenly we felt as if something ran at an inhuman speed behind us.

We all gasped and turned around. Nothing was there. It was almost 5pm. "What is this happening?" Shoko said. "I don't know either" I replied. "Y/n?... where's your rubber band?" Mei Mei asked. I realised my hair wasn't tied. "Shoko did you do that?" I asked.

"no... I promise...I didn't do that" Shoko replied. "Hey ... let's go home before it gets dark.... something creepy is happening" I said. "Yes I know... it's getting dark too!"Shoko replied. We all were scared. So we all went to our home.

We all went back to our home. At night me and my mother were having dinner. My father came in and said that a farmer of our village is dead. "What! How?" I asked. "Nobody knows...we just know that he was murdered" my father replied. "Oh and he's body was found behind some bushes of the field" he said.

My eyes widened. Didn't we see blood there today. I got scared. What was it? I didn't tell them anything... but I knew whatever it was...that ain't any human. But what is it? The question kept in my mind.

After the dinner I went to my room and locked the door. I was still thinking about those things. What the hell was that? People were saying that the farmer is killed by a monster. Was it really a monster? Cause I also felt something there. I sighed. 'let's forget about it for now and read the book I was reading ' I thought.

I went to my desk and sat there on the chair. There was a window in front of the desk. So the window was right in front of me. I kept it open for some wind. I opened the book and started reading from where I stopped last night. Time passed... I was still reading the book.

"y/n..." I heard as if someone whispered my name from in front of me. I immediately looked up. No one was there. But I heard that clearly! I started looking outside from the window. "I want you... don't say no" I heard a whisper in my ear. As if someone was standing just behind me and whispered in my ear.

I immediately looked back. No one was there. My heart beat started running fast. Now I am scared...who was it? I clearly heard someone's voice. I was almost crying. I quickly closed the window and went to bed. 'god please save me please!' I said.... then I fell asleep.

Next morning... everything was going normal... But we friends didn't go to the field today... cause who will go after hearing those things yesterday... Every day we friends went somewhere and talk with each other. We were at Shoko's house and when it was almost everything we came back to our home.

After reaching home I saw my parents talking. "Hey... I'm back" I said. "Come here I have a great news!" My mother said. "What I asked sitting next to her. "You know... someone send us a marriage proposal for you... and do you know who is it??? It's our king Gojo Satoru!" She said with a smile.

"what?" I asked with shock. "Yes it's true....he came here today...but you weren't at home" she replied. Our king Gojo Satoru Gave marriage proposal to me?! Why would he want to marry a normal girl especially he doesn't even know me... strange! But I brush off that thought.

"I don't care if it's the king or someone else... you know I don't wanna get married right now" I told them. They gave me a glare. "Look y/n... don't be like a fool...he said he'll help us with money and you'll leave a luxury life too...he said he wants the marriage next week... and you'll marry him, that's it!" She said.

"what do you mean next week?! I don't even know him!" I protested. "Y/n... I said you WILL marry him or else it's gonna be so bad!" She said and both my parents left the room. Why is this happening with me? Why don't they listen to me?! I know they're not gonna listen to me now....so,In one week I'm gonna be married with a complete stranger?!

A week later

The day came. I haven't talked with anyone for days because of the marriage. And the day finally came. I still wasn't happy about the marriage. The marriage was at night time they said it's some kind of rule of the royal family.

They sent me the wedding dress. I just unwrapped it. And oh my God! That dress is something else! I can feel it's so expensive just by seeing it... I wore it. My mother helped me to wear it. "You look pretty... you'll be so happy" she said after she decorated me for the wedding.

It was time for the marriage. They opened the door to the marriage hall. People were clapped. My father took my hand and we started walking towards the priest. I looked up then I saw the prince. Gojo Satoru. This is the first time I saw him.

He looks so handsome as if God himself made him. He looks as if he's the god himself. He was staring at me. I looked away and walked. Then I stand in front of him. He took my hand. He was still staring at me and I was staring at the ground. Because I still wasn't in the support of the marriage.

The priest started doing his job. A few minutes passed away. "Y/n, say you accept him as your husband" the priest said. I looked at the priest then at Gojo.

"Me y/n l/n accept prince Gojo as my husband" I said looking at my hand. "Now prince you should say your line" the priest said. "Me, Prince Gojo Satoru, accept y/n as my wife" Gojo said. "Now you two may kiss" the priest said.

Gojo leaned over me and pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. I didn't kiss him back. He realised I didn't kiss him back when he pulled away he smirked at me. I looked away. All people started clapping and giving us congratulations.

The day passed. The next morning came. I woke up from my sleep. Last night Gojo said he won't be at home because he has some royal work to do. That's why he wasn't there. The castle was so gorgeous... I got fresh and took a bath. Then did my breakfast the maids gave.

I was walking in the hallway. A maid was walking with me. "Woww! Is that the castle's garden?" I asked pointing to the garden through the window. "Yes,my lady" she replied. "I loved it... I love roses" I said.

"you like roses?" A voice asked behind us. We turned around and saw it was Gojo. He walked towards me and took my hand to kiss the back of my hand. He was about to kiss when I snatched away my hand. "Uh... yeah... I loved the garden" I replied looking at the garden.

Gojo didn't say anything and smirked. "Why don't you go visit it... Yuta? Go show her the garden" Gojo said to his assistant Yuta. "Yes,my lord.... come with me, my lady " Yuta said. Then I went to the garden. Gojo watched me with a smirk on his face.

Two or three days passed. But at night Gojo didn't come for some important work. But every morning there would be a huge Rose bouquet. Of course, he knew I love roses. Those made me happy. But after one day in the morning, I woke up.

My eyes opened slowly. I looked at the window the sunlight was coming from. But when I turned around I screamed seeing someone sleep beside me. Then I realised it was Gojo. He woke up from my scream.

"what happened?!" He asked. "N-No nothing.... I'm sorry... I didn't realise it's you... You don't come at night, so..." I explained. "Oh... yes, I didn't have much work to do yesterday... that's why I came... but you were sleeping, so I didn't wake you up" Gojo replied.

"it's okay... I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep" I said. "No... it's okay" he replied. I went up from the bed. "My best friend Geto is coming today to visit us" He said. "Ok" I replied and went to take a bath.

Time passed. "Y/n... come here" Gojo called me. I went there. "Meet him... he's my best friend Geto Suguru" Gojo said. I looked at the guy in front of me. Long black hair, sharp eyes, he's such a handsome guy. "Nice to meet you Geto-saan" I greeted him. He took my hand and kissed the back of my hand. "Nice to meet you too, y/n" he said. I blushed at his kiss. That wasn't unnoticed by Gojo whose smile dropped immediately.

Gojo's POV

After greeting me and Suguru went to a private room to talk. "Satoru, you haven't feed on her yet?" Geto asked. "No I haven't" I replied. "But why... she's pure... I can smell it" Geto said. I chuckled. "Yeah I know... don't worry gonna have it soon" I replied. "I have to say... You have control of yourself.... I could never...my fangs were almost coming out!" Geto said. We both laughed.

Y/n's POV

Two days passed. Some days ago The maid told me Gojo said to show me the library because I like books. There were too many books. I went there whenever I felt bored. Today I was in the library. Searching for a new book to read.

There was a side of the library. The maids always told me not to go that side. They said nobody is allowed to go to that side of the library. Today I was alone in the library. Not a single maid was with me. I thought why not go and see what is on that side.

I locked the door of the library and went to that side. I couldn't understand why nobody is allowed there. There's nothing suspicious or anything. It's the same as the rest of the library. But the books on this side were old. I was reading the titles of those books.

Then I found a book named "The History Of The Gojo Clan". Interesting... that surely is an interesting book. I was also interested to know their history. I picked that book and opened it. It was a fancy book.

I turned the page. On the first page the big heading says 'MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES '. Well that's an interesting topic but why is it written in the book of the Gojo clan's history? I started reading the book. The book says...

You have probably heard about the vampires... What if I say they are real... Not only vampires, many more mythological creatures. The Gojo Clan. They are one of the vampire families. But something about the Gojo clan's vampires is special. They can read minds. As you know vampires are immortal. A few years ago a New vampire was born in the Gojo Clan. His name is Gojo Satoru. And he was born as the strongest vampire ever....

I didn't dare to read more. My hands are getting cold, my eyes wide open, heart skipped some beats, blood is getting chill. What in the fucking hell did I just read?! No no no.... fuck! Now I can process everything from that day. That farmer's death, a voice in my room that night... everything makes sense now! I can't let Gojo know that I know it... I've to act normal.

Time passed

Everything goes well. I acted normal. Nothing bad happened. After dinner I went to the bedroom. Now the things I read today were coming to my mind again. I changed myself from the royal gown to in a night dress. It was storming outside tonight. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

I gasped hearing the knocking sound. But nobody comes in this hour. Maybe any maid came to tell me something. I thought. I went to the door and opened it. My eyes slightly widened but then made them normal as I saw who it was. It was Gojo.

"you look shocked seeing me in my own bedroom" he said in a sarcastic tone and went in. "No... it's just...you don't come at night" I said and closed the door. I was scared of him but can't let him know. He was taking off his coat. "Yes... I don't have any work to do... it's not like I don't come to sleep...I just didn't come those nights because I had some royal work... it's done now I'll be free at night" he said with a smile.

I smiled back. My hand was slightly shaking. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it! Or else he'll know. I keep telling myself. He looked at me and slightly tilted his head. "Don't think about what?" He asked. My eyes widened. "W-what?" I said. "Don't think about what?" He asked seriously.

Fuck I forgot that he can read my mind that I'm telling myself not to think. He started walking towards me. I walked backwards. My back touched the table. He was standing in front of me. He tilted my chin up to look at him. "Don't think about what, y/n?" He repeated. I just stared at him. Then he smirked. Chill run through my spine.

"so you know, huh?" He asked with a smirk. My breath almost stopped. Fuck! It wasn't supposed to be like this! I thought. "Yeah...but it is like this" he whispered. Tears forming in my eyes. "P-Please.... please" the only thing that came out of my mouth.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and picked me up with one hand. Then took me towards the bed. "Please what, darling?" He asked. He laid me on my back and now he was on top of me. "I don't wanna.... I don't wanna die... please" I replied. Now the tears started falling from my eyes.

His face was too close to mine. He took my hand. Kissed the palm of my hand. Then licked the pulse. "Didn't you snatch away your hand from me when I was about to kiss your hand.... But give your hand to Suguru...let him kiss your hand?" He said with a smirk.

"I didn't on purpose... P-Please" I sobbed. "You know I can read mind right?... What were you thinking? He's handsome? You loved his eyes?" He asked. I couldn't reply I just sobbed. "But I read your mind on our wedding night too... when you first saw me" he said with a smirk.

"but that doesn't change the fact that you acted like a brat with me but gave attention to my best friend" he said. He brought his face to my neck and inhaled. "Now tell me what I should do?" He said. I couldn't reply. He laughed and looked at me.

His fangs slowly came out. Fear grabbed me. I started crying again. "Please.. P-Please please" I sobbingly begged. He licked my neck and his fangs rubbed against my skin. That gave me chills. "Where's your bratty attitude now, huh?" He asked.

"please... I won't do it again please... I'm sorry" I said. "So you're saying you'll behave?... let's see " he said. Then he grabbed the top of my night dress and tore it in one snatch. I screamed and tried to cover myself under him. "Now you just said you will behave!" He said and pinned me to the bed.

He pressed his lips on mine. Forcing his tongue inside my mouth. Kissing me roughly. I pushed his chest with full of my force. But he didn't even move an inch. Of course vampires are strong. And I read in that journal that he's the strongest vampire. He pulled away. I was taking a deep breath.

He kissed on my chest. "You're so gorgeous" he said and took a nipple in his mouth. Sucking on it harshly. I moaned loudly. He pressed his body down to mine. His dick was pressed against my thigh. I could feel it was fucking hard.

He pulled away from my breast. "Mmhh... you're driving me crazy" he said rubbing his crotch on my thigh. "Ughh...god I can't.... I can't anymore!" He said then stopped rubbing his crotch. He sat up and took off his clothes.

He positioned himself. "P-Please don't" I said. He rubbed the tip on my clit. "Shhhh" He said with a smirk and slammed his length inside me. I screamed. He let out a groan. "F-fuck... you feel like heaven!" He moaned.

He started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. "You don't know...you don't know how much I wanted this....fuckkkk....it feels so good" he moaned loudly. His thrust became harder and harder. "That day .... you were with your friends....in the field.... I was...fuckkk.... I was there feeding on someone and I saw you.... You're the first girl I have ever seen this gorgeous..... I promised myself to marry you.....and yes... I was the one who came to your house that night when you were reading some books" he said between moans.

"can Suguru make you feel like this?... Can he?... You were being a bad wife that day, y/n" he said. He kissed my neck. "Do you know how hard it is for a vampire not to feed on a virgin" he said between breaths. He thrust more roughly. "It's hurting.... I-It's hurting too much " I sobbed.

The thing I thought came out true. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. "I want blood....let me feed on you" he said.... before I could respond he pulled out his frangs and dug them on my neck. I screamed in the pain. But he was being gentle while feeding on me. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.

"your blood tastes so good...oh, fainted already?" He said with a chuckle. "Darling, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you... I love you... why would I give you a marriage proposal, If I had to kill you" he whispered and kissed the forehead of my unconscious body.

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[the-cosmic-teapot]

To Be Loved By Nanami Kento

Nanami x reader

WC: 10,705

TW: Slight age gap (4 years), Canon-compliant, fluff, angst, canon-typical gore, big emotions, Nanami is such a gentleman, drinking, reader gets very drunk (Shoko), kinda steamy but no smut, marriage, family, Not a happy ending (ANGST!!!)

*Not proofread (my husband said his word limit is 5,000)

Summary: The story of how you and Nanami fall in love.

A/N: Hi pals, it's been a minute (like a couple months, oops)! This has been in the works for the majority of that time, but I couldn't bring myself to finish it until now. Let me know if you all like the longer fics or if I should break them up into parts instead. Also, I am looking for more proofreaders, if you are interested message me. As always, feedback is welcome!

P.S- The reader has a cursed technique that is using electrical energy and the gloves are what is used to conduct the energy. 

~Cosmic

June 2012

High school graduates are left with difficult decisions to make upon the end of their education. Differing from a typical student, graduating from Jujutsu High in Tokyo meant alternate career options; choosing to become a sorcerer, or leaving the world of Jujutsu for a mundane job. As you pack up your home of the past three years, you ponder this quandary as boxes of memories are put away one by one. On one hand, you were trained alongside some of the best sorcerers in generations, and, if we’re being honest, you’re one of them. Now on the other lives a normal life, and a normal job. One where you don’t face nearly as high a mortality rate. You could find love, have a normal family, and you could live in ignorance of your fellow sorcerers’ sacrifices.

Moving out of the dorms at Jujutsu High was bittersweet, you have a lot of memories with your friends, and even a sparse few with Gojo– as annoying as he can be. You found a nice apartment right outside of the business district in Tokyo and you were even up to get promoted to a grade one sorcerer. Things are looking up for you and your new independent life. 

Before you were able to fully get the rank of grade one sorcerer you needed to do a few missions with current grade one sorcerers, which is now what you were being sent to do.  Usually, you worked with Mei Mei because your personalities meshed well, unlike your fighting styles, but this time was different. Before you stood a tall, well-built man with blonde hair in a suit. The tan suit was a bit plain, but his bright blue button-down and patterned tie really stands out. Ijichi explained what grade-one curse this man and you needed to eradicate in an abandoned nursing home in Osaka. The man, Nanami, is to pick you up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight as opposed to driving through the night to get there. 

As you packed a small bag with a few necessities– the return flight was the following afternoon– you wondered why it took so long to meet Nanami. By the end of your second year, you had met most all of the grade one sorcerers from one gathering or another, but not Nanami. You had a few options now, you could look him up on social media or ask Gojo about the very muscular man. You decided on the former because Gojo would endlessly tease you for asking, plus you could stalk him online from the comfort of your bed. From your extensive research, you learned that there was not a trace of Nanami online other than a post from Gojo a year ago that tagged a deactivated account. Now you either have to ask Gojo or the even more embarrassing option of trying to make small talk with Nanami tomorrow. You were at a loss, was teasing from Gojo worth learning more about the undeniably attractive man? Nanami seems the type to not talk much, so small talk may not even tell you more about him. 

Your phone dings as the latest episode of a trashy show’s credits roll. You didn’t have the number saved, but you could quickly tell it was Nanami because of the overly formal language and punctuation of the message. He asked about where he should pick you up and if you wanted him to grab coffee before getting you. As you respond you also internally scream as this man keeps getting more attractive and you’ve met him once. Is it weird to be this attracted to a man you’ve just met? You suppose it doesn’t matter much, it was just a superficial attraction at best now. 

The following morning you wake up and get ready as usual, skincare, a little makeup, and finally getting dressed. You grab the overnight bag and your backpack for the trip there and head down to the lobby to wait for Nanami. After doing one final look over to make sure you weren't forgetting anything you finally leave and lock up your apartment. When you get to the lobby Nanami is already there holding his phone, probably about to call you.  

“Ah, good. You’re punctual, do you have all of your equipment ready to go?” You give a quick nod knowing you placed your sleek black gloves in the front pouch of your backpack. “Good, let’s go then,” Nanami said. He was in another suit, not a hair out of place. Without another word, he took the overnight bag and began to walk out to his car. 

He placed your stuff in the trunk of the modern black car and got the passenger side door for you. God, he truly is a gentleman. The interior of his car is clean and smells like a new car scent. You noticed a pastry on the middle console and two coffees in the cup holder after getting comfy for the quick trip to the airport. 

“I got you a strawberry Danish, as well as the coffee, I hope you like it,” Nanami says as he buckles in and starts the car. He adjusts his glasses, and checks before backing out of the 20-minute parking spot. 

“Actually, I’m allergic to strawberries… but thank you for the coffee and thinking of me!” You said with an awkward, tight-lipped smile, feeling bad that he wasted his money on you. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Nanami spoke. “I’ll keep that in mind next time” You give him a small ‘hump’ as acknowledgement. 

The drive to the airport is quick, the bright lights of Tokyo pass by in a blur together in a rainbow of color. You wonder what this mission will entail, this was a grade-one curse, so Nanami could handle this alone if needed; theoretically, you should be able to do the same. Being this close to Nanami was strange, it felt almost intimate in the dark morning. You could smell the cologne he was wearing and the heat coming off of his body. He smelled amazing, woody and smokey, with notes of whisky. 

Soon enough you notice Nanami pulling into a parking garage and getting a ticket and finding a parking space. Getting out you go to grab your overnight bag but Nanami already has it in hand with his.

“I can get my bag if you want.” You said quickly. “You really don’t need to.” You say to the back of the tall man as he walks away. 

“It’s fine, it’s not heavy.” He said plainly, walking towards the walkway to the check-in desks. His steps are quick and driven by efficiency. You could tell he will be much more professional than Mei Mei, and way harder to get a read on. 

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As the plane lands you listen to the flight attendant about the typical unloading procedures, you worry about the mission and whether you will make a fool out of yourself in front of a grade-one sorcerer, especially one as attractive as Nanami. You remember this feeling when working with Mei Mei for the first time too. After you get your backpack from the floor you reach into the overhead compartment for your other bag but Nanami already has it in hand. 

“I told you I’ve got your bag, '' Nanami says, bending down to get his bag on the floor. You shivered at the thought of him being so close to you. 

“Okay, if you really don’t mind,” you say blushing slightly, moving to get off of the plane trailing after Nanami. 

When you leave the airport the sun is shining and there is a small breeze. It ruffles Nanami’s hair making him look even more divine than he already does. He hails a cab to go to the hotel so you can check in and go over what intel you have on the cursed spirit. The cab ride was uneventful at best, but your anxiety was through the roof. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and the sweat covering your palms. 

You zone out sitting on one of the chairs with your and Nanami’s things while he checks into your rooms. Suddenly, he appears in front of you with a disgruntled look across his sharp, perfect features. He explains that the hotel screwed up and only has one room (and one bed) available at the moment, he runs a hand through his pristine hair and sighs.

“We can look for other hotels in the area if you are uncomfortable sharing a room, or I can sleep on the couch,” Nanami says in his usual tone. “The woman at the desk said that the former may be unlikely because there are a few conventions in town.” He runs a hand through his hair again, staring down at you through his glasses. 

“I don’t mind staying here, but I can take the couch.” You say it is not fair that he has already done so much for you. “I can sleep almost anywhere.” You say, which was a little lie, but it’s one night. Plus, you are considerably smaller than Nanami, he towers over you and he is broader than you because of the bulk of his muscles. 

“We can talk about sleeping arrangements when we get settled tonight.” He says after a moment of silence. Nanami walks away back to the desk and finishes checking in.

He comes back with two keys in hand and moves to get your bags. You look up at him and take the cards so he has his hands free for the bags. The walk to the room was silent, as was moving around to get settled into the nice room. There is a sort of living room then a small hallway with the bathroom on one side and a closet on the other and finally, the bedroom section was at the back. The bed is massive, most likely a king, and there is a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the foot of the bed. You stand at the window taking in the view of the city and ponder how this mission will go. Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves you move back to the living room area with Nanami sitting on a comically small couch. 

“So, the nursing home isn’t far from here, we can walk there,” Nanami said, looking at the packet with all of the information gathered for this mission. He moved over and motioned for you to join him on the couch. As you sit next to him you realize how small the couch really is, it’s more of an oversized armchair. “The curse shouldn’t take too long to exercise, but there are bound to be more, lower grade curses.” He adjusts his glasses and hands the packet to you as he moves to get up. 

You look over the packet and see that the building has been abandoned for a few years after the owners were convicted of selling deceased residents organs without the families’ knowledge or approval. The building has recently been the site of the disappearance of teens, which has made more teens want to break in and do whatever teens do when they break into buildings. The local police have put locks on the doors and tape up to discourage more teens from entering, but this did little to dissuade them. This is why Nanami and you were called here, the 10 missing teens were concerning and the confirmed presence of a curse made this case a top priority for the higher-ups in Jujutsu society. 

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Nanami lowered the veil over the condemned building and you slipped your gloves on, as you both took in the large structure. It was at least three stories high and there was mention of a basement for laundry from the packet. The smell of mold and mildew hit you in the face as soon as Nanami opened the door. There was graffiti all over the place and vines and weeds sprouting up from the cracked concrete and broken windows.

You mention splitting up to make the search go quicker, Nanami told you to focus on looking for the missing kids while he looks for the grade one curse. Of course, this is not how the mission goes, you run into a horde of grade three and lower curses in the basement hallway. As you fight them off you begin to hear the sobs of a few girls. You make your way to a locked door where you very clearly hear crying, knocking on it, and saying you were here to help. When the door opens about five girls no older than fifteen are trembling and latching on to you for dear life. 

You introduce yourself to them and tell them that your partner and you will try your best to get them out safely. They all mention seeing some of the others they were with being dragged away but not killed in front of them. You shoot a text to Nanami about the girls you found and begin to lead the shaking, but not crying, girls out of the basement and to the outside of the building. Nanami joins you a few minutes after getting the girls out and mentions how you did well. 

Going back into the buildings after talking to the girls a bit more to gather more information about the groups they came from. After another hour of searching you find the bodies of three of the boys, all drained of blood leaned up against a wall on the ground floor. It was shocking to see that a curse did not mutilate the young boys. You move on to the next floor where you run into Nanami and he mentions finding two boys on the verge of death that he brought outside and tended to their wounds. 

Wandering around a bit more you finally come across the grade one curse, its cursed energy was intense. The spirit looks like its melting bodies together, one pile of flesh with multiple eyes and appendages. The largest of their eyes is brown and vertical in the center of the mass and quickly takes notice of Nanami and you and begins to attack, flailing arms and legs towards you and Nanami. You were first to strike the curse with a zap of your cursed technique directly to the center eye. Nanami, quick to follow, slashed a few limbs off with his blunt sword. Flowing through the motions of a fight, zaps, a few punches, and maybe a kick to the curse was the easy part. The more difficult part was knowing if you were doing enough to impress Nanami or at least not look like a complete idiot in front of him. With a final right hook into the curse imbued with your technique, the curse jolted back and collapsed into a disintegrating heap on the dirty floor. 

“Good, you did well,” Nanami says calmly while swiftly dispelling the blood from his blade in a singular smooth motion.

~~

The walk back to the hotel is significantly less awkward for you mostly because you were actually talking now, and not weird small talk. This was an actual conversation, about what you enjoy, what books you like, and so forth. You had a lot in common with the stoic man, you both enjoyed cooking and reading, much preferred over going out. You were beginning to toe the line between a schoolgirl crush based on superficial attraction into a full-blown crush, born from knowing his brain. There are a few outcomes, all but one of which will fragment your heart into millions of pieces. This is dangerous territory you are beginning to tread. 

Back at the hotel you shower and take time to get the sweat and blood off of you. The hot shower felt like heaven on your sore muscles and the steam began to fog the mirror. You wash your hair with your shampoo and conditioner while you think about the day. The thoughts quickly drift from the nursing home and the teenagers you saved to the dashing man sitting outside. He is hard to not fall for, he’s charming and his looks could rival that of a man sculpted by the gods. In addition to his stunning looks his personality seems to be a perfect fit for your own. The list of Nanami’s attributes just seems to grow with the amount of time you spend with him. 

Meanwhile, the blonde man sitting outside on the couch begins working on the report for the case. He begins recounting the day’s events, typing it all out in the correct format. All of the events from what was known to the final death count of the curse. Once again, Nanami’s life became mundane; getting sent on missions, exercising the cursed spirit, typing up a report, and repeating. When he got off of work he would make dinner, maybe try a new wine, most nights were the same for him. Being sent away from Tokyo was a nice change, but not much of one, now he would just have dinner out. However, now there was someone else with him. Someone who he wants to get to know, someone who he can see as a friend. 

He has thought of dating, but with his re-entrance into the world of Jujutsu that will be difficult. There is no way for him to have a “normal” life when he faces death every day. He cannot put someone he loves in a position to mourn him, he has been down this road before and it hurts. Honestly, part of the reason Nanami left after graduation was because he didn’t want to see more of his colleagues fall; moreover, he did not want to see his juniors fall even more so. Despite this, he found himself back in the world of Jujutsu; sitting here with you in the shower. 

When Nanami was told he would be paired with a semi-grade one sorcerer he thought the person would look more intimidating, not the small, cute form he met the day prior. He was pleasantly surprised this morning when you were right on time when he came to pick you up. In the car, he could smell your hair products– vanilla and jasmine– as well as notice how you anxiously fidget with your hands. You were efficient in the airport, which he admired very much, as opposed to Gojo, who would stroll in an hour before his flight with little care about missing it entirely. 

Nanami finishes the report and he hears you step out of the shower. He stands, stretches, and then heads for his bag to gather his clothes to get ready to shower. As he makes sure he has grabbed all of his necessities– underwear, pants, and a top– his phone dings. Sitting back on the bed with his stuff sitting neatly on the dresser he reads a text from Gojo asking about how you both were getting along. Nanami opted to send a short, nondescript text on how you performed today.  

When you finally leave the warm, steamy bathroom you see Nanami sitting on the bed tapping away at his phone, presumably texting. You move your stuff into your bag as your stomach growls very loudly. In your squatting position, you make eye contact with Nanami who now has his clothing in hand to shower and clean up for dinner. 

“I’m going to excuse myself, I’d suggest looking up where you want to eat,” Nanami says standing to his full height, making you feel smaller as he has to tilt his head further down as he does. 

“Okay, I can do that,” you say, zipping up your bag and grabbing socks and your bag with your wallet and other necessities to go out. 

As Nanami stepped into the still-warm and steamy bathroom he could smell your lotion and perfume. Everything smelled like you, even the other towels that are folded under the sink; it’s a smell that is just as intoxicating as the most expensive bottle of wine he’s sampled. He peeled his blue shirt off his body and began the shower, the hot water and steam fogging up the mirror again. Slipping out of his trousers and underwear he steps into the shower with a sigh. He could smell you even more in the shower, the hot steam lifting the remnants of your hair products to his nose directly. 

Nanami thought about the day and Gojo’s text. As with most things, Gojo most likely had another intention than the one Nanami initially interpreted. Nanami could not let himself wonder what it would be like to pursue you in any capacity other than friendship; not even for a moment. There is no denying you are attractive and he could tell that you shared a lot of his interests. He pushes these thoughts of what can never be out of his mind so he can finish his shower and get to dinner. 

~~

You go with a small sushi place with good reviews online and Nanami truly did not mind you picking. Initially, you had given him three options and he was indifferent to all of them. This was new to you because when you went with Gojo he would insist on going to his pick, given he always paid so you had no qualms. 

Walking alongside Nanami was strange, his muscular frame towered over yours and looked ten times more intimidating than you with just his resting face unobscured by the armless glasses he wore. The evening air was cooling down from the high temperatures of the day and a soft breeze flowing and it made Nanami’s hair flow slightly from its perfect position atop his head. He was in a light green sweater and light-wash jeans, which was such a change from his typical suit and tie. Casual suited him, as well as his scent without cologne, it was fresh and kind of minty. 

Getting to the restaurant you seat yourself at a nice table near the window. A server stops by to give you menus and welcome you to the establishment. As you look over the menu you fail to notice how Nanami looks at you. Your hair was pulled back with a few strands falling out around your face, framing it nicely. He thought about what a normal life would be like, how it would be to be in a relationship without the threat of death, and most of all what it would be like to be loved by someone. He once again found himself pushing these thoughts out of his mind. 

The night flows seamlessly from dinner to a little cafe for coffee and dessert. Conversation hardly stopped from when you sat down for dinner to now, in this cute little cafe with cat-themed decor adorning the walls. You were the last two in the cafe with the barista cleaning the counter and display case. This is a night you didn’t want to end, everything has been amazing, from conversation to food, and finally Nanami. The more time you spent with Nanami the more you wanted to spend with him. His presence is intoxicating. 

As you walk back to your hotel there is a light air between you both. The moon is bright and shines on the pair of you. He is close, very close, his arm is close to brushing with yours. To an unsuspecting eye, you looked like a beautiful young couple.

~~

Getting back to the hotel room faced you with the dilemma of the one bed. Nanami initially said he could sleep on the couch, but seeing how large he is compared to the overgrown armchair that had to be out of the question. You could take the couch, but something told you he would never let that happen.

Nanami once again let you take the bathroom first. You dug through your bag for your shorts and oversized tee shirt to get changed into. When you open the bathroom door you see Nanami’s toiletries on the counter opposite your own. What would Nanami be like to live with, being able to see your things with his? He seems like the type of person who has a solid routine and rarely deviates from that. After washing your face and undressing you fold your pants and top neatly to put on for the trip home. The silky shorts felt nice after your legs had been confined all day and the tee shirt fell over the hem of them perfectly. 

Nanami is waiting on the bed with his sleepwear folded neatly beside him. When he looks up at you his hair falls away from his face, most likely from the lack of product. He is so handsome in the dim lighting of the hotel room. You both begin to speak only to stop when you realize the other wants to say something. You smile slightly at the usually awkward situation. 

“You can go first,” Nanami said, standing to his full height. His hair shifting subtly with his change in position. 

“Oh, um, I’m all done in the bathroom,” you said, fidgeting with your clothing you still have in hand.

“Ah, I was going to say that you can take the bed because I really don’t mind,” He said in that deep voice. The voice that could make angels weep. 

“That couch is too small for you, if anything I can actually fit on it to sleep,” you say as you move to place your clothing on the dresser opposite the bed. “We could also share the bed if you really won’t let me take the couch,” you say without thinking of the implications of what this fully means. 

The air seems to stand still as you both process what you just said. Nanami is a man you just met no more than twenty-four hours prior, and you mentioned you could share a bed. If this were anyone else you would call them crazy for how risky that is with a strange man. Given, Nanami is not entirely strange, he seems to have some set of moral compass given how he is dead set on taking the couch. Your face is completely flushed red and Nanami is sporting a light pink blush as well. Why did you have to say that?

“I, um,” he paused, coughing a little, “I don’t mind taking the couch,” Nanami says, slightly blushing at the thought of sleeping next to you. The smell of your soap and lotion still stuck in his nose and mind, the sweet notes of vanilla and the floral ones of the jasmine would keep him up all night. Nanami also knew he would be too stressed trying to be respectful of your space that he would not sleep at all if he had to share a bed with you. “The couch will be okay for one night, I promise I will be okay there.” He finishes still sporting a faint blush across his sharp cheeks. 

You take a breath trying to calm down. “Are you sure?” You asked for a final time, still feeling guilty he will probably not get any sleep on the couch. 

“Yes, I would not have said so if I didn’t mean it,” Nanami says firmly, looking at you directly.

You both hold eye contact for a moment, the air thick between your bodies. It feels like you both want to say something, but words don’t come to either of you. His hazel eyes are intense as they still don’t leave your face. You feel your heart rate spike from being under his gaze. Your face could rival a prize-winning tomato for how red you are; Nanami is faring better, at least on the surface. All of his thoughts from earlier, all of the thoughts of a normal life were flooding back into his mind and he couldn’t shove them away fast enough. You are dangerous because there is something about you that makes Nanami feel like he could be with you in that way. 

The moment is ruined by the phone ringing in the other room, flashing with the extension from the front desk. Nanami takes another second, keeping your gaze before he answers. You are not paying attention to who is on the other end because you are trying your hardest to calm down. It feels like you’ve just run a mile without prep with how you need to catch your breath.

“That was the front desk,” Nanami cuts through your thoughts with his clear, stern voice. “Another group canceled their reservation, so a room on the second floor is now available,” he continues, clearing his throat. “I need to go to the front desk to sort everything out, but now we both have a bed,” he says walking to put his shoes on. 

Nanami is gone for twenty minutes, but it feels like an instant. You try to resume your nighttime routine while he is gone, but you keep getting distracted by your thoughts of that moment. Your flushed cheeks and his intense stare seared into your mind as if it were branded there with a hot iron. 

When Nanami comes back into your room he silently packs his things to move into his own room. You observe him, being as still as you can, scared to move too quickly as if he will disappear like a stray cat. Once all his things are packed he stands tall in front of your seated position on the bed. His posture is impeccable, as he tells you his room number and how the hotel comped one of the rooms because of the inconvenience. As you look up at him his hot gaze is already on you, as if he were studying for an exam. You quietly respond with a soft ‘okay’ and ‘Good night’.

~~

When you wake the next morning you feel calmer, more at ease than the prior night. You were so warm up last night that you took another shower just to try and calm your buzzing body and mind, not that it did much. Nanami was not much better, he was thankful to whatever deity granted him a room away from you. His thoughts were muddled and the clarity he was used to was gone. As he finally drifted to sleep he thought of how the atmosphere shifted in that instant before the phone call. 

Nanami let you know he would meet you in the lobby around 8 to catch your 11 o’clock flight. As you leave for the airport you do a swift look over of the room to make sure you didn’t forget anything. The room felt so much more empty sans Nanami, his large frame taking up physical space, but his aura taking up infinitely more. His presence is warm and calm, much unlike your own anxious one. 

The morning trip to the airport, as well as the airport itself, passes by in an instant. Now you sit at the gate waiting for your flight home; Nanami is on the hunt for coffee, as the hotel only had drip coffee. You are wasting time staring at the pages of a book you weren’t reading, too lost in thought. As a hand with a take-out coffee cup impedes your view and the smell of fresh pastry hits your nose. 

“I got peach this time,” Nanami says with a small smile, handing you a bag along with your coffee. He is back in his jeans and sweater from last night, much as you are in the same outfit. 

You take the coffee and bag and give thanks to the man now eating his own. The rest of the morning goes much like this, quiet and at ease. There is no tension between you, and you wonder if this is what it is like to date Nanami. Are all of his mornings quiet and tranquil? 

~~

Nanami drops you off at your apartment and, as the true gentleman he is, gets your stuff out to hand to you. As you walk away from him you can feel his warmth leave you. This trip was a whirlwind. Nanami is attractive and his personality is unmatched by anyone you’ve met, but he is a coworker now. Plus, he gave no indication that he is interested in you, outside of that moment. That moment could have been anything and he is hard to read so you chose to match his level of professionalism. At this point, the best you can do is friends, which is okay. 

~~

April 2014

So much has changed in the past two years after graduating high school. You’ve gotten to know yourself more, honed your fighting techniques, and become better friends with former classmates and coworkers. Soon after your mission with Nanami, you were promoted to a full-fledged grade one sorcerer, you gathered from Gojo that Nanami’s recommendation was glowing. 

Currently, you are sitting opposite Gojo in a cafe as you both talk about your plans for your upcoming birthday. The lanky man sitting across from you suggested going all out, after all, you are now an actual adult who can drink. Your speed was more like a small group of people and dinner, not the rager Gojo was already planning. Try as you might Gojo is truly an unstoppable force, and his party planning is quickly getting away from you. 

“Gojo, I am not having a massive party, my apartment is only large enough for a few people,” you sigh. “I’ll have dinner with a few friends, but nothing more,” you sternly say to the white-haired man. 

“But that’s so boring, we did that last year,” he whined as if your birthday was supposed to entertain him. 

Most of your afternoon went on like this because Gojo is, well, Gojo. On the bright side, he did pay for your coffee and treats. You have some paperwork to finish, but other than that you are free for the weekend. Gojo drops you off at your office muttering something about leaving it for Monday. 

As you quickly work through the sparse papers on your desk you hear a firm knock, clearly Nanami. Gojo would just burst in and Shoko’s knocks are short and quiet. In the nearly two years you’ve known Nanami, and in that time he has become one of your closest friends. He is the one you go to new museum exhibits with and the one you try new cafes with after said museum outings.

“Come in,” you say, not looking up from the last form you needed to fill out. You sigh for a moment as Nanami’s footsteps enter your office. 

“Hey, I saw you were still here and I wanted to see if you wanted to leave together,” Nanami says, looking down at you with a peacoat draped over his arm. “That is if you are almost done.”

“Oh, umm, yeah,” you say, still not looking at him. “I just need to sign off on this and submit it,” you say sighing as you stand to get your stuff. “Where were you wanting to go?” You ask, finally meeting his eyes.

“I was thinking of that new ramen place near yours,” He says holding his hand out to take your bag, “but I am up to suggestions.” 

“Great, I just need to run by Yaga’s office to turn these in,” you say smiling at him as you turn off the lights and close your door. 

The walk to Yaga’s office is the same as it always is, hallways blurring together. You are looking through the papers making sure everything is in order and Nanami is lost in his own mind. In the time Nanami has known you, you’ve nestled yourself into his life seamlessly. After that first mission in Osaka, the pair of you worked on a few more local missions until you were a full-fledged grade-one sorcerer. Even after that, you made a point to spend time with Nanami, to be his friend. That is something he admires about you, you put so much effort into everything you do; sometimes to your own detriment.

You have an aura to you that draws him in, something that makes Nanami want to know everything about you; not just the superficial things anyone can figure out, but the more intimate things like what your nighttime routine is and how you look when you first wake up. These things are small, but he wants them; he wants you in your entirety, mind, body, and soul. 

Nanami came to these conclusions one night after drinking with you, Gojo, and Shoko. He initially turned down Gojo, but when you asked he couldn’t find it in him to decline when he looked into your bright, beautiful eyes. While going out is not his preferred way to spend a night, especially on a Thursday, he thought your presence made it bearable. Especially when you would join in on teasing Gojo with Shoko after a few drinks. After that night Nanami vowed to keep his feelings to himself because you didn’t deserve him, he is a broken man who cannot promise you tomorrow. In his mind, being your friend was better than not being in your life at all. 

~~

You were finally able to talk Gojo out of a big party at a club in exchange for dinner at your favorite place and a few drinks afterward. Music is loudly blaring from your phone as you get ready in the bathroom, hot water running over your figure. You think of what to wear, taking into consideration the temperature and the cute-to-comfy ratio of your outfit. When you step out of the shower, you go through your normal routine, taking more time on makeup and hair. Now you stand in front of your closet wondering what to wear. You could go with jeans and a sweater, but that’s what you wear when you normally go out; this is a special night, so maybe a little discomfort is okay. You pick out a short, light pink dress with poofy mesh sleeves and a flowy skirt. You also opt to put stockings with a criss-cross pattern on them under your dress. As you situate the stockings at the top of your thighs your phone dings and lights up. 

‘Hey, I was thinking we could head over to the restaurant together so you don’t have to walk alone’ read the text from Nanami. It is not unusual for Nanami to pick you up to go somewhere, but it doesn’t happen as much as you’d like. 

After that first mission with Nanami, you were thankful he seemed to want to be friends too, but never anything more. In the past two years, you’ve only grown to like the tall blonde more. He makes sure that you don’t overwork yourself, but rather that you get paid for the work you complete. When he can he also delivers coffee and a pastry. With every coffee delivery, you felt yourself fall a few more meters, you have yet to hit the ground. 

You shoot a short ‘yes’ and go about finishing your look for the night. Thinking of Nanami makes you heat up, more than usual that is. There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason being you’ll look like you’re going on a date walking to the restaurant together. That thought alone made you squeal like a schoolgirl. 

A curt knock rings through your apartment, signaling Nanami’s arrival, and pulling you out of your head. As you answer your door you notice Nanami has a gift bag in hand, presumably for you. You signal for him to come in and greet him, mentioning something about not being quite ready yet. Digging through your jewelry box for a necklace you ramble about your day to Nanami, who responds with grunts and nods, not that you could see him as he is in the living room. 

~~ 

Nanami fills you in on how his day has been as you walk side-by-side to the restaurant. He is self-conscious, something he has not been since high school, because you look amazing, and he just has a dark grey sweater on with nice pants. The dress is just short enough to see the upper parts of your thighs, but not so short that it is immodest. Nanami tries to not stare too much, but he really can’t given how well the stockings hug your things. The plush fat of them bludged slightly from the restriction from the stockings. This outfit is driving him insane– you are driving him insane. Just for a moment, Nanami allows him to wonder what it would be like to have you look this good for him, and him alone. 

As you reach the restaurant you stop Nanami just shy of the entry, so as to not obscure the entry. He gives you a questioning look, and you just stare back at him with wide eyes. Words fail to escape your mouth as you look into his dreamy eyes. You try to start a sentence multiple times, but nothing ever reaches your mouth. Of course, he looks amazing, the sweater with the collar from a button down underneath. As you finally find the words to say Gojo begins yelling from down the block. You break away from the moment with Nanami and turn just in time for Gojo to pull you into a hug. Shoko is not far behind the lanky man as she holds two gifts, one hers and the other probably Gojo’s. 

The host seats you all at a booth in the corner of the restaurant, and lights dim for the atmosphere. You slide into the space next to the wall and Nanami follows suit, sitting close to you at the smallish table. Gojo is directly across from you and Shoko is across from Nanami. Conversation flows, as do some drinks with dinner, and the food comes and goes. You feel a light buzz from the two drinks– one from Gojo and one from Shoko– as you prepare to pay your bill. The waiter comes back to divide up the bill and you all hand in your cards and discuss where to go next, as the drink portion is to appease Gojo. 

The bar Gojo chooses has soft music playing and comfy sitting areas, the best for conversation. Nanami offers to get you a vodka cranberry, your drink of choice, while you find somewhere to sit. Shoko, being the woman she is, kept getting round after round of drinks. You are certain that you are mostly alcohol now, you cannot see straight and you didn’t want to try walking, in fear that your choice of platform boots will make you fall over. 

Nanami can tell you are out of it, your eyes are not focused on anything in particular, and you are no longer talking in more than one-word answers. He closed out at the bar and told Gojo and Shoko he was taking you home, so as to not cause you more harm in the morning. 

As you focus on Shoko complaining about some of the new changes to her duties from the higher ups you feel Nanami’s warm hand on your back. He looks down at you with concern, not that you can particularly tell right now. His deep voice is calming and rich, like the most decadent chocolate as he bids Gojo and Shoko goodbye. He makes sure you have everything, including the new mug from Gojo and the two wine glasses from Shoko.

When you step outside with Nanami still holding on to you the cool April air hits your face, causing you to shiver slightly. Nanami opts to hail a cab, mostly because he is not sure how far you can walk. As one pulls to the side Nanami puts you in the back and walks around to the other side for himself. You cling to him as soon as he sits, and you are not wanting to let go. He tells the driver your address and just lets you cling to him as if he is your lifeline. 

This is nice, your hair smells just how it did when he first met you. Nanami once again lets himself think of what it would be like to have this all the time; you pressed against his body while you go to a shared home. He thinks back to what you were trying to say before dinner, before Gojo ruined it– typical. 

The ride to your building is quick. Nanami pays and tips the driver and practically hoists you to stand. He can tell you are close to crashing, your body heavy, and your movements lethargic. At this point, he thinks about carrying you, as it may be easier than standing at an awkward angle holding you up, but decides against it so as to not cross any boundaries.

When he opens your door you struggle to take off your shoes and leave them in a pile on the floor, a problem for later you. You drunkenly stumble through your apartment with Nanami in tow as you try to undress. The zipper on the back of your dress seems infinitely further than when you zipped yourself into the dress. You break down and ask Nanami, who is standing outside as you change, to help you because you just want to go to bed. As he opens the door he sees you sitting on your bed swaying slightly. He unzips your dress and turns around to give you more privacy, but your perky butt and back are displayed in the full-length mirror he is now facing. You stand still for a minute, in your stockings and lacy pink panties with a matching bra before stumbling into the bathroom. A red-hot blush expands across Nanami’s face as he tries to not stare like a pervert, but there is something about how your ass looks in the lace panties that makes him insane. 

Nanami leaves to sit on the couch, so as to not invade your space, trying to calm down from seeing you in such a state of undress, after all, he is just a man. For a third time tonight, he finds his mind wondering what it would be like to see you like this for him. What would it be like to undress you and feel how your soft body would squirm under his touch? What noises could he pull from you? How would you sound moaning his name? He shakes his thoughts away and busies himself with getting aspirin and water for you in hopes of getting rid of his little (massive) problem. 

As you reemerge from the bathroom you have no more makeup on and are now in an oversized sweatshirt that reaches the tops of your thighs. You move to lie down and get comfy as Nanami has water and some aspirin in hand for you in the doorway. He gives you the pills first, then the water and you mutter a thanks while yawning. Making sure you don’t need anything more from him, Nanami heads for the door when he hears you, in such a soft voice, ask him to stay. In his tipsy state, he almost misses it, but not quite. 

“What was that?” He asks, making sure his ears are in working order. His eyes intently search yours as you answer.

“Can you please stay with me?” you ask again, this time a little louder. “You don’t ha–” He cuts you off with a very quick acceptance and begins to make his way to the other side of your bed. 

~~ 

The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache and unbelievably dry throat. You reach for the water on your nightstand and gulp what’s left down in a hurry. Taking a breath, you take in your room, and the large man still asleep next to you. He shed his sweater and button down and is now in a form-fitting white undershirt. Sitting up next to this god among men you take a moment or two to admire Nanami’s form; his massive arms holding one of the cutesy stuffed animals you keep on your bed. Oh to be that stuffed cat. 

You get up to get more water and scrounge something to eat from your sparse pantry as your memories trickle back. Your face heats up when you set the tea kettle on the stove as you remember practically begging poor Nanami to stay with you. Given, he wouldn’t have done something unless he wanted to, that much you knew. Does this mean he sees you in a romantic way? Or was this more of him wanting to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit?

Nanami wakes up and quickly realizes he is not in his home, but rather your home. He also realizes you are not in bed with him, but your spot is still lukewarm. The smell of toast and tea wafts into the room as he sits up in bed. As he looks around he sees the stuffed animals strewn about the room, most likely his doing as he slept, as well as the cute white cat he currently holds. You consume his thoughts, millions of them racing in. Why did you ask him to stay? Why did he stay? Could this mean you wanted him too? 

Sitting at your small table you have tea and toast, with a cup and plate on the counter waiting for Nanami. You have to talk about last night, but more so how you feel about the typically stoic man. There is no going back to before he slept in your bed, his warm body feeling like the missing puzzle piece in your life. He looked so peaceful sleeping with the sun peeking through the curtains of your room and landing on his sharp features. 

Nanami walks into your main living space in his light blue boxers, looking like a Calvin Klein ad. You offer the tea and toast on the counter to the god of a man standing in your home. He takes the seat opposite yours and just looks at you. Your hair is pulled back with a clip with a few pieces near the front falling out, framing you in such a beautiful way. The sun softly shining into your home makes you look ethereal, your beauty outshining Aphrodite. 

“I’m sorry,” you say as he takes a sip of the tea. “For last night that is,” you finish avoiding his eyes. You take a deep breath before continuing, “You should know, I like you,” another breath, “in a more than friendly way,” you say, feeling the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes. The weight of your words and emotions sit on you like a stone as you await Nanami’s rejection. 

“Can you at least look at me when you tell me you love me?” Nanami asks with a small smirk on his pink lips. His eyes meet yours, which are full of sorrow. 

“What,” you respond, taken by surprise at his comment. Your brow furrows as you ponder what he could mean. Your sorrow is replaced by confusion. 

“For such a smart woman you’re quite dense, aren’t you?” He said still teasing you. “I want your mornings, afternoons, and evenings.” Nanami stands and moves to stand in front of you, his large body looming over you. “I want to be the man you look for in a crowded room, the one you get all dressed up for. I want you– all of you.” 

You stare up at him, confused at his sudden burst of affection. His usual stoic demeanor was gone, now replaced by a soft expression on his sharp features. He holds your eyes, waiting for your response.

“Nan-” you stop yourself, now would be the time to use his first name, “Kento, I do look for you in every crowded room, you’re the one I want to give all of my time to.” You stand, still dwarfed by Kento’s massive frame. 

Neither of you says anything for a moment, rather just processing what just happened. He leans closer to you and you meet him halfway, having to stand on your toes. The kiss is tentative as if you are both scared that this is some form of a cruel dream. Once your lips touch his everything feels at peace, you have no thoughts other than Kento and his soft lips on yours. As you pull away from the short, but sweet, kiss you both cannot stop the smiles that threaten to break your faces. 

He goes in for another kiss, this time with more assurance and passion. His lips are hot and needy as his hands begin to roam your body. Kento’s kisses get more needy and his hands pull at you more and more. Large hands grab at your plush ass as he lifts you to his hips, instinctively, you wrap your legs around his muscular waist. You continue to make out while Kento carefully moves the both of you to your bedroom. 

~~

The next few weeks are filled with getting to know Kento in a deeper, more romantic way. As time passes with him you fall even deeper in love, as does he; the only difference now is that you are not scared to hit the ground because he’s there to catch you. You get to see him, who he is at his core, what makes him tick and it is a true honor. There are so many things that are uncertain in your life, but you know Kento will be a constant. 

Kento does not believe in soulmates, there is no reason this cruel world would give people that luxury, but you are the closest thing to his. He never thought he would be allowed to have you in the ways he wanted you, but here you are in his arms. The Morning sun shines through his blinds causing you to snuggle closer to his chest. Kento debates getting up and making you breakfast, but decides against it in favor of holding your naked form against his own, just for a little longer.

~~

August 2016

Kento finishes tying his bow tie and does a final look in the bathroom mirror before turning off the lights and leaving to find you. You are in the bedroom sitting at your vanity in a pretty white dress, something shorter because of the less-than-traditional wedding celebration. The dress has short sleeves with lace detailing at the ends that match the lace on the rest of the dress. You look up at Kento as you finish putting your makeup on and smile at your soon-to-be husband. 

“The car is almost here darling,” Kento tells you, offering you a hand, a smile matching yours. “You look stunning,” He says, leaning down for a quick kiss. 

“So do you my dear,” you say drinking him in, his white form-fitting shirt and light gray suit make you drool at the thought of taking it off of him later tonight. “Ready?” 

“More than anything else,” Kento says, the smile still not leaving his perfect features. 

~~

The ceremony is short and intimate, just what you and Kento wanted. Nothing too extravagant, but still filled with love. After the ceremony, you and Kento go to a late lunch at your favorite restaurant and just enjoy the day as a married couple. You both sit in a cute little cafe with coffee and dessert. Every once and a while there is the soft clink on Kento’s mug from his ring, the one that matches yours. With each clink, your stomach does flips because you actually got to marry this man. 

The rest of the evening is something out of an old film, the couple strolls through the city streets, lit by the moonlight and shop lights. Kento’s hand in yours, you talk about something while he looks like a lovesick puppy. He has an uncharacteristic soft smile across his features because of you. The walk back to your shared apartment is serene and feels right. Nights like this are what you live for, they are simple, but it’s the small moments that make you fall even more in love with Kento. The way he makes sure you have at least two meals a day that are nutritious or the way he makes you feel like you are the most important person in the world– because to him you are.

~~

November 2017

Nights with Kento are quiet and beautiful. On this particular night you lie on his bare chest post-coitus as he strokes your hair gently. You fidget with his wedding band that matches yours, just content to be with him at this moment. 

“Hey” Kento says in a soft voice to grab your attention, “how would you feel about having kids?” He asks, looking down at you. “Mine specifically” he clarifies. 

“I would love to have your kids, but do you really think we’re ready?” you ask not knowing if you were ready for such a big change to your life. “I mean, we would need to get a bigger place and work seems to never stop.” You ramble on for a little about your anxieties of parenthood and Kento just looks at you with admiration. 

“We have enough to buy a townhouse or condo if that is the biggest concern,” Kento says, softly petting your hair.

~~

October 30th  2018

You are abruptly awoken by a loud cry from down the hall of your pristine townhouse. The noise is not foreign to you, as it once was, but more of a routine, a signal to get up and prepare to feed or change the small girl, Yukie, lying in her crib. Kento usually handles the random 3 AM cries, but he has been so worn out recently because he has been training another student, as per Gojo’s request. As you get out of the warm embrace of your husband he grunts and moves to his stomach. 

Just a few doors from your own is your daughter’s, who is in the cutest pink and green flower onesie. You pull her from her crib and get situated to feed her in the comfy chair in the corner of the obscenely pink room— Kento’s doing. The monotony of feeding pulls you into your own thoughts now that your bundle of sunshine has quieted down.

Having a kid with Kento has made you want more because of the attentive husband he was during your pregnancy and how amazing of a father he is. He never complains about getting up in the middle of the night or having to do his errands with her strapped to his chest (seeing him in the baby bjorn for the first time almost made you jump him in the middle of the kitchen). Kento is truly the ideal man to have your children with because of his evercalm disposition, which you saw crack when he held your daughter for the first time in the harsh lighting in the hospital room. 

~~

In the morning you feel light and airy, as if you are floating a few centimeters off the ground as you are making eggs and toast. Kento and your daughter having tummy time in the living room; her bright laugh and babbles are followed by Kento’s soft chuckles and coos encouraging her. Mornings like this are the ones you live for, even if you are exhausted and have bags the size of checked luggage under your eyes. The quiet mundane life is all you need to feel complete, to feel at peace with yourself and the world. 

Kento’s voice breaks through your thoughts, “Love, I have to work tomorrow night.” He says strapping your daughter into her high chair. “I know you had some cute costumes and plans for Yukie’s first Halloween, but this is unavoidable.” Disappointment evident in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair. 

“Is everything okay?...” You trail off wondering what is so important that they would call Kento in when he’s supposed to work less because of his daughter. “I mean, I know there are more curses active around holidays, but do you really have to go in?” 

“Yaga said almost everyone active is needed, not much else though.” He says looking at you while Yukie plays with his fingers. You can’t help but feel anxiety creep up in the back of your mind. 

Thoughts are coming in from all over the place, what’s going on that Kento needs to work? Of course Kento is one of the best sorcerers, but is this a mission he needs to be on? What is going on? 

~~

The following evening you make a quick dinner so Kento has something on his stomach for what will probably be a long night ahead of him. As the rice noodles are finishing Kento walks into the room with his suit and tie on. He looks as good as the day you met him all those years ago. Kento gets two plates down with utensils and glasses for himself and you, as well as mashed peas and carrots for Yukie. 

This domestic bliss will return after this mission, at least until the next year, when Kento needs to go back full time. Yukie is giggling as Kento is tickling her on the floor before getting her into her chair for dinner. He is her favorite person in the entire world, she will always reach for him when he comes home, drop everything the second he comes into her line of sight.

As you set the plates down on the small dining room table Kento comes with Yukie’s bib and food in hand. The rest of dinner is filled with babbles from Yukie and light conversation as you and Kento dance around the elephant in the room. Kento brings up wanting to take the last two weeks in December off to finally travel to Malaysia; which you fully agree with because you could both use a change in scenery. 

Kento starts to gather his equipment and leave after Yukie is put down for bed. The house is silent, and you are stuck in your head again. It is highly improbable that Kento will get seriously injured or killed, but that is always a fear you have given your shared line of work. 

“I should be home by tomorrow morning, dear.” Kento says, bringing you back to Earth in his calming smooth voice. He pulls you into his chest as he holds you close for a little while, planting kisses to the top of your head occasionally. 

“Just come home to me Nanami Kento.” you say looking up at him with a small smile playing on the corners of your mouth. 

“I love you.” He says before letting you go. 

~~

You fill the rest of your night trying to not stress over the mission Kento is on, but most of your attempts of trying to relax are futile. The one thing you find does help is propping up with your laptop in Yukies room with a small lamp giving off a soft yellow light and looking up Malaysia hotels and tickets to surprise Kento with when he gets home. 

As the hour shifts to around 3 in the morning you feed Yukie one more time before heading to bed. Knowing Kento he will be upset if you screwed up your sleep schedule just for him. You quickly shower and change into a silk pajama set before lying down and falling into a dreamless slumber quickly. 

You wake up around 9 to the sound of your doorbell ringing. Kento is still not home, but maybe he is getting ahead on his paperwork so he can spend the rest of his time with you and Yukie today. The house is cold, as you slip a robe on to answer the door. When you get down the bell rings again as you open the door to Ijichi, who is already fully bowed down. 

“I’m very sorry to inform you…”

[revoevokukil]

TW3 Story Leaks

It's Saturday, and I bring you some cold, hard rumour.

It seems somebody on reddit is working through the leaks of The Witcher 3, claiming approximately 300k of lines relating to the previous story iterations also leaked in 2023. Much of what they are claiming matches with the leaked files from 2014, which I have also worked through. There is completely new information too, though, and they plan on publishing their work-through early 2025.

So far, this is the information I've gathered from their posts:

Iorveth's daughter was Vernossiel. Her quest had her involved with a cult of the Bloody Mother; spores from a particular "flower" affected her thinking so she got brainwahsed into being sacrificed in a ritual killing in order to rise as the Bloody Mother herself.

Cerys was fake-Ciri.

The Baron (or Baron’s men?) was originally a rapist.

The Big 4 was originally Big 5, including Isengrim. Isengrim and Iorveth had houses in Novigrad.

Vincent Meis' model existed.

There was a quest with “thralls” (most likely Following the Thread involving Jad Karadin and the Faroe island) where Geralt would temporarily get married to a chieftain’s daughter.

We’d lock Yennefer in dimeritium handcuffs at one point to prevent her from interfering with the King’s Gambit questline.

Avallac’h provided Geralt with the means to warg as a rat in order to eavesdrop on the meeting of the Big 5 (including Isengrim) on Dijkstra’s ship. (Iorveth was planning on blowing the ship up.)

The Catriona Plague questline. It had a Nilfgaardian general Martin running a krankenhaus, where was infecting his countrymen with the plague and stealing their valuables. He made deals with Gaunter O’Dimm (his involvement in HOS is as a leftover from here) to get a cure for the Catriona, then with Gaunter’s archnemesis to get to keep the cure. Geralt had to figure it all out as Catriona was becoming more and more rampant and the faction with the cure would have huge leverage in how the war questline would resolve. Geralt would get the chance to hand the cure back to Gaunter, to Radovid, or Emhyr.

Iorveth got infected with Catriona, then infected Thaler to improve his morale on getting a cure (Thaler promised Iorveth a cure for assassinating Emhyr or some such.)

The war quest lines were somehow related to the dreamer Corinne Tilly who was a Nilfgaardian spy.

Voorhis laid siege to Crow’s Perch because Temerian rebels took it over.

The Sabbath originally had slave markets, an orgy meadow, and ritual suicides. Changed after 2014.

There was an option to assassinate Radovid after taking out Roche, so Dijkstra's rule was always an option.

Roche originally preferred fighting for Temeria no matter what. Reason of State had Roche vs Thaler and Dijkstra.

Radovid was more like his W2 self. Emhyr "more like Stalin."

Radovid took over the Temple Isle.

Emhyr was supposed to appear in the army camp center.

If Emhyr lost, Voorhis would overthrow him.

All the content showcasing Nilfgaardian war crimes was cut: a Nilfgaardian general was spreading the Catriona plague, robbing his dying countrymen; Voorhis' cruelty during the siege of the Crow's Perch, Nilfgaardians' direct attack on Kaer Trolde.

Crach died during the battle for Undvik and Voorhis negotiated over his body; the corpse was returned and Nilfgaard respect local burial traditions.

Melusine quest line had more content related to blood shrines.

There was an opportunity to try and convince Caranthir to betray Eredin, after which he'd get replaced by some elven lady (Isilira?). (Conflicted about this, as in 2013 leaks it seemed Caranthir knocks Avallac’h out on Naglfar when Geralt and him try to infiltrate it.)(Isilira is the lady you meet in Avallac’h’s lab in the released version.)

There was a sequence in White Orchard in the Empress ending where Voorhis had announced he'd arrive and propose to Ciri in few days, but Ciri lost Emhyr's signet ring to prove his approval of the marriage. Then some kind of gamble ensued under the influence of a Korred, and Ciri decided if she'd win she'd marry and if not she'd run away (not sure if this shouldn't it be the other way around).

Gameplay-wise:

There was a 'vital spot' system, where you gained points by performing various actions and could then use those points to perform combat moves that would either weaken of 1-shot an enemy.

Manticores were cut.

Players could buy boats and horses; rowboat for rivers and lakes.

Wind tunnels and proper storms in which a boat could tilt over.

Water combat was cut.

Focus mode in combat was cut.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I like to think Wukong doesn't give his cubs their geode shards until they're 'of age' in his eyes. In the case of MK that's after they defeat Azure. During the celebration afterwards he calls MK out from the water to hand him a small silk pouch, seemingly very serious for what's supposed to be a party. Realizing what is happening MK is in disbelief at first.

Wukong: Here, you've proven over the past year you've earned this, kid.

MK: A bag? *sudden realization* Wait... Mom! Are you serious!? Is this really-

Wukong: It is.

Noodle Gang: *notices the strange interaction*

Mei: What you doing?

Tang: *curious as well only get excited when Macaque explains its a Rite of Passage for stone monkeys*

+

omg gosh!!!

MK finally getting to hold onto his pendant at the end of S4 is so cute! Throughout the series he's been tackling issues relating to growing-up and taking responsibility, so after everything thats happened with the Brotherhood; Wukong deems MK finally ready.

I feel like MK's stone egg had lots of citrine embedded in it like Wukong's, perhaps with a few yellow amethysts in it, or a tigers eye. Either way MK's pendant shard is bright, orange-gold, and looks like a ray of sunshine (like it's holder).

The Noodle Gang and Bull family immediately quiet down when they see the serious but joyful looks on the monkeys faces. Bull is dancing in his hooves - he's finally seeing his Xiandi's calf reach his rite of passage!

Pigsy starts crying cus he's second-hand proud of his fave delivery boy. Tang is gibbering excitedly. Mei does a quiet little cheer for her bestie. Even Red Son has to admit MK's earned it.

MK wears it with pride.

+

And the imagery of Azure Lion, so angry by Wukong's refusal to rejoin the Brotherhood (and by extension Him) and warped by his own unstable view of the King, that he rips Wukong's marriage pendant from his neck.

Wukong gasps, clutching his neck. Azure couldn't have! He knew what it meant to him and Macaque!

Before Wukong could even reach to get it back, he was encased in the Scroll.

I wonder what would hurt more; Azure dropping the pendant to the ground and crushing it underfoot? Or keeping it as a trophy? As the JE's power warps his mind further, he may even see it as a "proof of conquest" over the King.

Either way, Macaque is furious when he finds out what Azure did with the pendant. He pointedly smells the hair and gem of the one given to him by Wukong when they were engaged - using the scent to find his mate in the Scroll. And if Wukong's memories are fractured like those of the Noodle Gang? A certain dance and story may be required to remind the King of the hundreds of years of joy him and his Warrior share.

[shizunitis]

Luo Binghe: Original Drafts Edition! Who and why?

“[…] in fact, in his original outline, Bing-gē hadn’t even had a romance plotline; he had been doomed to fade away, alone and unaging forever.” — The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, Vol. 4 (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)

The drafts version of Binghe! Not Bing-gē, nor Bing-mei, but a secret, third thing! (I’m partial to Bing-xióng (兄) myself, just for thematic cohesion. Bing-mei remains as he is: Shizun’s special glass-heart maiden.)

So! Who is this elusive, mythical Binghe we never got the chance to meet? What is he? How do I get to pick this one’s brains?

Why is he haunting me! What does he want! So much to think about.

Listen: I love my trash sons, both the racoon and wet dog variations, but I am curious about this handsome demon lord who did not bed thousands, and did not steal his shizun to lovingly coax him into a loving and respectful marriage. Alas, Airplane-bro, as is custom, has left me hanging.

The solitary quote above has been floating around my brainspace for months. Intermittently, I would look up at the sky and sigh a big sad dog sigh, and think of this lonely demon-man emperor who seems to be both perfectly representative of No-Shizunitis Suffering Binghe, and on the exact opposite end of the line. I have spent many a night trying to rearrange the blocks of both SVSSS and PIDW like a sad toddler with no plan but plenty of amorphous longing.

Thus, Bing-xiong. My beloved new toy.

We know he is left alone and unaging. This means that:

He does not marry even once. (Sorry, Other Bing Variants. This one came broken.)

He is not defeated, killed, or left to suffer his not-father’s fate of sulking under a mountain.

From 1) we can assume two more things! Xin Mo either gets fixed/doesn’t influence this Binghe the same way, or: Xin Mo is completely written off à la Airplane Retconning, making Binghe potentially even more individually powerful than his younger counterparts.

(Or he just. Takes people’s cultivation ad-infinitum. Interesting thought, but too straight-forward for my tastes. Airplane’s thoughts? Unknowable.)

From 2) we can also assume Binghe cannot die, is under the influence of the Protagonist Halo unto infinity, and will only be put out of his misery once the heat death of the universe deems it a worthwhile endeavour. Either that or the story ends, but. It tickles a miserable part of my brain pink to think Binghe will not be let off even then.

Anyway. Bing-xiong, of course, has the same source material to work off of. Up until the Abyss, and including it, the plotline should be if not the same, adjacent enough to be indistinguishable.

However. This means:

Bing-xiong never got coerced into sex by Qin Wanyue, thus not starting him on the path of sex-dependency/addiction, avoiding Bing-gē’s fate by virtue of the Butterfly Effect. (Read this post because it explains Bing-ge's whole thing better than a lot of things I've seen.)

Again, Xin Mo implications.

Alternate Universe Shenanigans make an appearance. (Shen Jiu’s fever and death was actually meant to happen, Bing-ge just got very, very unlucky and his Universe’s Yue Qingyuan very, very lucky. For a few years. Either that or there is a Shen Yuan for every Binghe! Again: sorry, Bing-ge. You need to find your own. Middle child issues…)

Once the drafts/original outline got lost, all bets are off and now the characters become real people, without narrative influence. This also has the very fucked up implication that Bing-ge is actually a result of exclusively external forces and would have never gone down that path if not forced onto it by Airplane’s unwitting hands. I do and do not love this version. Very Mo Ran-esque, if looked at from afar and squinting.

Other options I’m either too not-high to think, or too high to put together. (Cold medicine is insane?)

I am fascinated by this… Schrödinger’s Binghe. A jaded, lonely emperor left in the ashes of his world, gazing upon his own history and finding fucking nothing and no one. Metaphorically and, like, practically, if I’m understanding Airplane’s musings correctly. Isolated, cursed by his own blood in a completely new and fucked up way!

I need Airplane to speak with me for like, half an hour. This is paramount to my mental health, I’m losing my braincells by the hour.

What happened to this impervious, cocky, badass demon bastard lord to become so alone? How did it happen? Why did it not happen to the other two, or at least Bing-ge, who has had every horrible and shitty thing possible and impossible piled onto his head? What the fuck is up with Xin Mo? Why isn’t it eating away at Big Bro Luo? Or, worse: why is it eating away at him in such a way that instead of turning into a violent yet charismatic, horror-creature of a man, it turns him into the existential terror-fate I’ve contemplated and abhorred since I was seven?

Tianlang-jun as the final boss. Discovering Huan Hua Palace Master’s crimes, deceit and… stuff. Perhaps even uncovering Shen Jiu’s backstory.

Ooh! Worse! Or better? What if he finds out everything, after having followed Bing-gē’s path, and simply… gives up? A grown up Bing-ge, minus the marriage and surrogate-lover part(s).

(More unlikely than other options, but still there, I guess.)

Fucking insane of MXTX to do this to me, personally and specifically.

I can only speculate forever, I guess! Left… alone and pondering forever.

So. Not a Bing-ge, and not a Bing-mei. A Bing-xiong, if you will.

[monkiesimp]

Requests are closed.

Request rules down below, if you're submitting a request please scroll down and read.

Lego Monkie Kid x reader masterlist

These include:  Wukong, Macaque, Mk, Mei, Red Son and Azure lion.

MACAQUE:

- Neko Baker S/O

- Reaction to ears being touched

- Marriage HC

- Isekai’d from Pokemon World

- Realizing they’re in love with you

- S/O who has hard time verbalizing

- Easily flustered reader

- Stargazing

SUN WUKONG:

- Neko Baker S/O

- Reaction to tail being touched

- Marriage HC

- Isekai’d from Pokemon World

- Realizing they’re in love with you

- Holding his newborn for first time

MK:

- Realizing they’re in love with you

- S/O who has hard time verbalizing

- Mk feels sad and tries to avoid S/O

- Easily flustered reader

- S/O with electric powers

AZURE LION:

- S/O has powers hard to control which results in them getting harmed often

- Marriage HC

- Dating HC

- Tigress demon reader

RED SON:

- S/O who has hard time verbalizing

MEI:

N/A

Rules if you want to request a HC in future;

- You can ONLY request up from 1 to 3 characters. You can't do more than 3, if you go over the number I'll just exclude someone from the HC.

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- If you happen to forget the password I won't dismiss the fic. You can just send another ask saying the password and I'll write your request so long as it doesn't break the rules that I listed above.

[peachshadows]

Gosh, it's been a while since I made an ask. Your Sundown Era AU and your SVSSS AU have a special place in my heart and they still inspire my writing for the LMK fandom to this day.

I saw that you mentioned a Traffic Light Trio wedding. What kind of wedding did Red Son and Mei plan for MK? Is it as extravagant as SVSSS Shadowpeach's? And what are Emperor Wukong and Empress Macaque's opinion about the sudden nupitals?

(Also, Macaque ending up pregnant post-Sundown? Wonder how the Brotherhood reacted to THAT.)

Berry!! It's nice to see u again :D

I imagine their wedding would be really extravagant to the point that all three realms know of it (like celebrations everywhere just for the crown princ to get married to the two most powerful clans' heirs) cuz c'mon this is Wukong's heir we're talking about and atp of the story they've gotten closer so sd!shadowpeach deffo had a hand in their wedding. As for their opinion on the marriage I imagine it'd go sumth like this

MK: guys! I can't just get married-

sd!Macaque: ur right

MK: thank god. Finally someone who can understa-

sd!Macaque: -we can't have a simple wedding for our son. It has to be the best! The most extravagant!

sd!Wukong: good thinking, beloved. I have already made a mental list of which celestials to put on the job.

MK:

---

Honestly the brotherhood is just glad everything is over and sd!shadowpeach has an actual heir and not someone from a DIFFERENT UNIVERSE. Like yeah they were part of the war where they wanted to keep c!MK but at least now they don't have to deal with all the shenanigans that come with c!MK cuz they have their own now!

[angelcake10023]

How old is MK in the au when Pigsy and Tang get hitched? How does it happen? Who proposes to who? Who's invited? I love freenoodles bestie I need answers---

MK is about 7-8 when Tang and Pigsy get married, so about 3 years after the past story : ) he gets to be the flower boy 🩷

Pigsy officially proposed to Tang, but Tang had been trying to drop hints that he wanted to get married for a while. They’ve just been so close ever since they got together, and didn’t even think of dating elsewhere for the longest time.

The only reason Tang doesn’t propose first is because whenever he brought up the idea of marriage Pigsy was always hesitant. Pigsy’s still has that insecurity and is worried about officially being MK’s dad (even though he’s already practically his dad), and also the fact that he’s a demon and things could get messy.

Sandy eventually talks him out of his insecurities and reminds him how much he loves Tang and MK and that eventually makes Pigsy confident enough to propose

They have a “spare no expense” type of wedding on flower fruit mountain 💖 little mei gets to hold the rings and Wukong officiates fhdjdhsksdjdjdn

That’s the idea I have currently at least : 3

[smokerswifey]

Edited version of first chapter of Persiens Bound!

To all my persiens moots and followers and even just persiens lovers who don't know meI need y'all to read this and also if any of y'all have any idea of how I could start the new chapter, it would be much appreciated! Please send it to me in dms 🫶

I'll try and post this on ao3 too btw my username is VioletKaminari

Anyways I'll shut up please enjoy the read!

Have a blessed day and thanks for reading in advance you have no idea how happy it makes me feel.

BOUND

Nasiens let out another muffled sob into his handkerchief, letting another torrent of tears drip onto his mother’s skirt.

Diane hiccupped, hugging her son even tighter, throwing her husband a helpless look .

King sighed trembly, wiping the trail of tears off of Nasiens’s soft cheeks before clasping Nasiens’s hands in his own .

Nasiens tired, tear filled eyes met his father’s

“ I’m sorry son, I’m so, so sorry…” King whispered, rubbing his thumbs over Nasiens trembling knuckles.

The prince wept softly, his golden eyes shining with desperation.

“ Please Dad, please don’t do this, please dad-I don’t- I don’t want to-please!” Nasiens said fiercely, shaking his head.

King felt his heart break in as he heard his eldest son address him as Dad, something that Nasiens hadn’t called him since he was a young lad . And now today, at freshly seventeen, Nasiens was crying and begging in his arms once again, just as how he used to do when he would plead King to read him one more bedtime story. If only this matter could be solved so simply…

“ I’m sorry…” King croaked, looking down in shame as Nasiens let out a strangled whine.

The prince snatched his hands away from King’s and pulled away from his mother abruptly eliciting a shocked gasp from Diane . He rose to his feet rapidly and backed away from them, his eyes narrowed in accusation.

“ Sorry ? You’re sorry ?! Is that the best you can do ? A simple apology ?” Nasiens spat his hands balled into fists.

King only hung his head earning a disgusted glare from Nasiens .

The prince turned to his mother .

“ M-Mother!” Nasiens cried desperately, his voice cracking. “ Please tell me you don’t agree with this-this-asinine idea, right ?!”

Diane’s purple eyes filled with tears as she fiddled with her fingers nervously.

“…right…?”

“ I’m so sorry my Love…” Diane whispered, ashamed.

Nasiens felt his heart sink into his stomach.

He slowly sat back down, winded.

King sat next to him, placing a complacent but ultimately useless hand on his shoulder.

“ I know your mother and I are asking a tremendous amount of strength and maturity from you, but Nasiens, this… arrangement shall not be for naught. You and that boy will be ensuring eternal peace, friendship and prosperity between both of our nations-“

“ If you and King Zeldris want to ensure peace between our nations so badly, why don’t the both of you end this barbaric war yourselves instead of forcing me-and his son to wed!” Nasiens interrupted hotly, his golden eyes ablaze.

King sighed tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

He looked tired. Exhausted even.

But Nasiens was to angry, to hurt, to even care.

“ Because even if we end this war, nothing can garrantee us that the temporary peace between our nations shall last. A union between you and that boy shall solidify our diplomatic relations and will seal the alliance between both of our nations. Forever! That is why this marriage is essential for the future alliance of our clans, don’t you understand my love ?”

Nasiens stayed silent, digging his nails into the soft skin of his palms.

“ I know this entire situation is awful Nasiens-“King started.

“ It’s ghastly, Father Nasiens interrupted softly, looking up at the king with wet eyes.

“ I always thought that I would wed for love… Not to someone I do not know-with whom I’ll spend the rest of my days in a kingdom that I do not know - away from all my friends and family-away from my siblings-away from Oslo-“ He let out a sharp intake of breath, completely horrified at the idea that he may never see his dog again.

“ I know, my love, I know…” King whispered, pulling Nasiens into an embrace.

“ Do you father ?”Nasiens rasped, pulling away from his father’s embrace.,

“ I know that this union is for the sake of our country and I despite everything, I do understand why you accepted this arrangement-“ And Nasiens actually did understand!

Even though he still was furious over King’s decision, he still understood why King took it. He knew that his father hated the idea of him being married off to a stranger just as much as he did.

But as the king of the fairy and giant clan, his father didn’t have the luxury to take all of his decisions as a dad .

He had to take them as a king and being king meant taking care of the of the country and the people.

Even if you have to put your country and your people before your own flesh and blood .

And despite his anger, Nasiens couldn’t help but slightly sympathise with his father.

But…

“ But…I’m just so scared…” Nasiens hiccupped, hugging himself, “ I can’t bear to imagine leaving all of you-and being alone in some strange kingdom-with some strange and probably dreadful husband…” He trailed off before bursting into tears again.

Both King and Diane threw their arms around him, engulfing him into a warm hug, letting him sob helplessly into their arms as he clung onto their robes tightly.

Nasiens burrowed himself in his parents embrace, sniffling loudly.

He was absolutely terrified at the prospect of having to get married to the prince of the Demon Realm-for the love of the gods, he didn’t even know the lad’s name and now he was expected to marry him in five months ?

In five months, the entire land of Brittania expected him to leave his homeland and his entire family to live with some stranger-in some strange kingdom-never to return-

“ Oh gods..” He whispered, terrified wrapping his arms around his middle.

Diane’s purple eyes met his and softened at his horrified expression.

She gently cupped his face before pressing a long kiss on Nasiens’s brow.

“ Hush, my love, do not fret,” Diane said firmly, “ Although the situation, may not be ideal, you are definitely going through this alone.”

Nasiens sniffed as she wiped the trail of tears off of his cheeks.

“ Your father, your siblings, your family, your friends and I are here for you and will be by your side every step of the way.”

“ And even when you eventually leave for the Demon Realm you won’t be unaccompanied.” King said, giving Nasiens a small smile.

Nasiens hiccupped.

“ W-what do you mean, I thought that the bride was supposed to leave their homeland alone ?”

King’s smile widened .

“ Well you’re half right my love. The bride is obligated to leave her natal kingdom without being accompanied by any of her subjects, friends or family member- however the bride is still permitted to be escorted to her new kingdom by her lady in waiting since a lady in waiting’s duty is to be a companion and a helping hand to their prince or princess.”

“ B-but, I don’t have a lady in waiting…” Nasiens said nervously, wringing his hands together.

He had never felt the need to have a lady in waiting to keep him company since he had always had his siblings and his friends and he was definitely to shy to have someone bathe him or apply oil on his bare body. So his parents had agreed to not get him a lady in waiting, deeming it to not be necessary.

Diane smiled.

“ Actually, you do dear.”

“Tioreh advocated-well more like insisted to on being your lady in waiting when she heard about the engagement so when you do eventually go to live in the Demon Realm, I can assure you, you won’t be alone.”

Nasiens golden eyes lit up, feeling his heart swell at the mention of his sister .

“ She really did that..?” He asked softly, feeling a great surge of affection for his pink haired sister course through his veins.

She was probably the sibling with whom he was the closest to . They had always been a silly little duo, she was the hyper, mischievous troublemaker and he was the level headed, cautious goody two shoes.

They both balanced each other out and were ultimately inseparable but the fact that she had actually insisted to accompany him to the Demon Realm and was also leaving everything behind just so he wouldn’t have to go through it alone brought a small fond smile on his face.

“ Silly girl…” He smiled wistfully, wiping his tears .

King and Diane exchanged a knowing look, smiling at each other before turning to Nasiens once more .

“ And…” Diane continued “ We want you take Oslo with you.”

Nasiens blinked, stunned.

“ Really…?” He gasped, his eyes wide.

His parents smiled at him softly .

“ Really. I think you need him more than we need him right now and beside the poor boy would die of heartbreak if you left.” King said wistfully.

Nasiens eyes gleamed again before he quickly wiped them with his sleeve, giving King a grateful look .

“ Thank you father…” He breathed. Oslo had been his father’s companion ever since he was a young boy and he always had trouble being separated from the dog. He never imagined that King would actually let Oslo go.

King smiled sadly, clasping his hand .

“ It’s really the least I can do, besides I need someone else watching over you besides Tioreh anyways-“

Nasiens let out a small snort, covering his mouth which earned him a pair of hopeful smiles from his parents.

“ I think this was the first time we’ve heard you laugh today .” Diane chuckled mournfully, running her hand through Nasiens hair, relishing in the way the ends curled.

Nasiens let out a soft sigh, nestling into his mother’s warm hand, appreciating her comforting touch even more, now that he knew that their time together was limited.

“ Probably one of the last times, I’ll laugh after I get…married.” He said softly, rubbing his arm .

Diane let out a sad sigh, throwing an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.

“ I’m just so scared and sad Mother… I always thought that I would marry for love, just like you and father. I’ve always dreamed of having a beautiful marriage just like yours…” Nasiens murmured mournfully, resting his head on his mother’s shoulders.

Diane let out a small sob, holding Nasiens even tighter.

“ That could still happen Nasiens, it could still happen-“ She whispered desperately.

Nasiens didn’t answer. He just continued to stay in Diane’s embrace, his golden eyes clouded and distant.

The queen sniffed loudly, throwing King a helpless look.

“ Son-” King tried but before he could Nasiens gently disentangled himself from Diane’s embrace and stood up, swaying slightly.

“ Father.” Nasiens interrupted quietly.

“ I need some time alone. To rest. To think. And to process this entire situation. May I please retire to my quarters ?”

“ Nasiens, please-“ Diane protested tearfully.

Nasiens ignored her and continued to look at his father.

“ Son…” King tried again.

“ Please…” Nasiens whispered, his voice cracking in pain.

He looked so small.

So tired.

It seemed as if he had lost all the fight in him and all that was left was unheartening resignation.

And as a father King felt so ashamed that he was one of the primary causes of that defeated look on Nasiens face.

He had to let him go.

“ You can go son.” King whispered back.

“ No! Harlequin-“

“ Thank you…” Nasiens choked, giving his parents a small curtesy before pulling the doors open and bursting out of the room.

Diane rose to her feet.

“ Nasiens, no! Come back here, please ! We still need to talk about Perc-“ She screeched, getting ready to pursue him herself until King caught her wrist.

“ Leave the lad be, love.” He said softly, pulling Diane towards him.

She resisted, trying to twist her wrist out of his grip to no avail as she watched Nasiens disappear out of view.

“ No-no-he needs me-we need to talk through this-together-“ She gasped as tears filled her purple eyes.

King managed to eventually tug Diane against his chest, wrapping a securing arm around her waist.

“ He needs space, love…” He sighed sadly, cupping Diane’s red cheek and wiping the tears out of her eyes.

“ We’ll talk to him later but right now the boy needs to be left alone, we have to let him go.”

“ BUT-“ Diane protested loudly, her tears flowing down her cheeks

“ We have to let him go.” King repeated firmly, despite having tears in his eyes as well.

Diane let out a small noise before finally relenting and hugging King back, muffling her sobs into his robes .

King rubbed her back complacently, burying his face in her long wavy hair to hide his own cries as well .

Outside, the skies and clouds darkened and a heavy rain started to pour in the Fairy King’s forest.

The forest was crying alongside it’s king and queen.

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Nasiens burst into his room before slamming the big white doors close.

He angrily tore of his gown ( a simple yet beautiful, white and pale pink short dress made of the softest and lightest fabric with a flowy skirt which was cinched tightly at his waist by a gorgeous golden belt adorned of multiple butterflies of various shapes and sizes ) throwing it uncaringly on his dresser.

He let himself fall onto his bed, not even bothering to change into a decent nightgown before curling into a ball and finally letting the loud wails and cries that he had been holding back escape .

He weeped and sobbed and yelled and screeched until he was laying in a puddle of his own tears and snot.

He wailed until his throat had gone sore and his voice had grown hoarse and his eyes had turned blood red

He cried so so hard and for so long that he eventually cried himself to sleep....

Drifting into a dreamless slumber.

End of chapter one of Bounds.

Thanks for reading, leave your comments, opinions or advice in the comments :D

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I understand your reaction with Sasuke x mei, but how do you like sakura x kisame, don’t they have the same age gap?🤔

I don’t care about age gaps, they happen and it’s not always predatory. I care about the context and familiarity behind the relationships within the story. So Two reasons,

1. Sakura and Kisame never actually met or got to know each other while Sakura was underage, meaning any interactions between the two is all HCs and imagination. It gets rid of the idea that Sakura only likes someone for their looks because Kisame (even though I think he’s handsome) is considered a “freak of nature” and it would show she’s actually able to move on from a childhood crush. Kisame also would be getting a strong and caring partner, so this ship gets the green light. A wins a win

2. Sasuke and Mei did meet and didn’t really get to know each other, BUT shipping them makes this odd af comment even more problematic for me

It reinforces that Sasuke attracts people because of his looks and looks only, which we all know he isn’t into whatsoever.

It also negatively indicates that Mei was seriously flirting with a minor and might have actually been considering him a potential suitor because she’s portrayed as marriage obsessed. Meaning, she would indeed manipulate him to her advantage.

Even if I wanted to play devils advocate; neither one would actually get anything positive from this ship. These ships are not the same despite having the same age gap.

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Taleena daughter headcanons

•They both chose to wait a few years after marriage to have their daughter (a few years is probably like a couple hundred in Outworld)

•Both adjusting to being married, being public, they just need that time for themselves

•They tell Kitana about their plans for having a baby in the future

•Kitana being absolutely happy for them and supporting them

•Kitana would be the best aunt

•Mileena and Tanya are doing everything they can to make sure Outworld is safe enough to raise their daughter

•They want to raise her in a healthy environment

•I feel like both Mileena and Tanya go through the typical first time parent things

•it's a lot of excitement, worry, and stress, but they help each other

•The day their daughter is born, the palace is overjoyed.

•From the day she's born, she gets spoiled

• Anything she needs or wants, the baby gets

•I can see Mileena and Tanya not letting her out of their sight. She is with them all the time, taking her everywhere

•its in both of their nature's to be protective, and it increases after their daughter is born

•They don't trust anyone with their daughter (except kitana and Li mei)

•They have her crib in their room

•No matter how much they prepared, they still feel overwhelmed with having a baby and also ruling Outworld at the same time.

•the first few months were full of sleepless nights

•They take turns getting up and taking care of the baby. Sometimes, Tanya will get up more often. She tells Mileena to stay in bed because Tanya knows how important it is for Mileena to sleep (her being empress and all)

•Mileena sometimes worries that she'll be like her mother. I'm not saying Sindel is a bad mother. Mileena just doesn't want her daughter to grow up thinking anything out of her control is her fault

•Tanya worried about how she would be as a mother since she grew up without a family. But she's always taken care of her umgadi sisters, so that's kind of like experience. I think her thought process would be, "I'm gonna be the mother I wish I had in my life."

•Their daughter would be part Tarkatan, and as she gets older, she dabbles in magic

•when their not busy with royal business, they train their daughter

•their daughter has thick curly hair, and Tanya would show and tell Mileena how to take care of it

•Cooking together, well Tanya is the one actually cooking, but they have a lot of fun together

•she would mimic both of her mothers mannerisms

•she would have her own little throne next to Mileena

•going for little peaceful strolls around sun do

•All 3 of them having festival outfits for the Sun do festival

•carriage rides together around Outworld

•family portraits, including Kitana

•They raise their daughter in a Tarkatan positive environment

•They let their daughter sleep in their bed. They tell her bedtime stories

•once in a while, they'll make blanket forts for her. She convinces them to sleep inside the fort with her

•They come to learn that no matter how much they try, things won't always be perfect. Things won't be easy and painless. There will be good days and bad days. Good choices and mistakes. It all comes with becoming a parent. As long as they make sure they express how much they love and care for their daughter. And let her know that they do whatever they can for her.

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Pronounciation Guide:

Since I keep getting yelled at [kindly, people are actually really nice about it] That I keep getting stuff wrong [Since I keep forgetting] I'm gonna type it all here.

DEMONS: Many demons go by titles instead of personal names, titles styled like XX-Jun are for high ranking demons and some titles are hereditory.

Courtesy Names: A courtesy name is given to an individual when they come of age, usually at the coming age of twenty for their first crowning ceremony, but it can also be presented when an elder or teacher deems the recipitent worthy. Generally a male only tradition. Women adopt a courtesy name after marriage. Courtesy names reserved for the upper class.

Diminitive Nicknames and name tags: Xiao- : A diminitive meaning "Little." always a prefix. [i.e Xiao Jiu, Xiao Yuan]

-ER : A word for 'son' or 'child' added to a name, it expresses affection similair to calling someone 'little' or 'sonny' always a suffix [I.e, Yuan-er, Jiu-er] A- : Friendly diminitive, always a prefix, usually for monosyllabic names, or one syllable out of the two-syllable name. [I.e, A-Yuan, A-Jiu, A-Lou] If the name is longer like Qui JianLOU that last part is the same nickname as Binghe [hence the truama for Shen Qingqiu as he heard that name]

Family: Di : Younger brother or younger male friend, can be used alone or as a honourific.

Didi : younger brother, or male friend. Casual

Xiao-Di : does not mean 'little brother' instead refers to ones lackey or subordinate, someone a leader took under their wing.

Ge : Familair way to refer to an older brother or older male friend, used by someone younger- or lower rank in status.

Gege: Same as Ge, has a cutsier feel than "Ge."

Jie : Older sister, or older female friend.

JieJie :Older sister, or older female friend.

JiuJiu : Uncle (maternal, biological)

Mei : younger sister, or younger female friend,

MeiMei : younger sister or an unrelated younger female friend, casual.

Shufu : Uncle (Paternal, biological) Formal address for one's fathers younger brother.

Shushu : An affectionate version of 'Shufu'

XiaoShu : Little uncle.

Cultivation And Martial Arts:

-Jun : a suffix meaning 'lord' Zhangmen : Leader of a cultivation/martial arts sect. Shizun : teacher/master gender nuetral, meaning "Honoured/venerable master." And is a more respectful name of address Shifu : teacher/master for ones master in ones own sect Shiniang : the wife of a Shifu/ Shizun [Luo Binghe to everyone around "Refer to me as Luo-Shiniang! yes! Good little ducklings!] Shixiong : Older Male disciple ShiJie : Older female disciple Shidi : Younger martial brother, for juniour male disciples Shimei : Younger Martial Sister, for junior female disciples Shishu : The younger martial sibling of ones marital master [Such as Shang Qinghua and Liu Qingge a disciple would refer to them as Shishu as they are lower rank than their Shizun.] Shibo : [As Yue Qingyuan is sect head and his title makes him the older martial sibling would make him Shibo. And so a disciple would refer to him as Shibo, or Yue-Shibo- idk about Zhangmen-Shibo if thats a thing? - Or if disciples of An ding would call Shen Qingqiu Shibo as he's second rank of the sect. Shizhi : [If Shen Yuan was a disciple Yue Qingyuan would call he Shen-Shizhi, or Luo-Shizhi, or just plain call him Shizhi]

Gongzhi : Master/Senior Daozhang : Xiong :

Terms: Manhua: Danmei: XianXia : Qi : Gong : Shou : Chrysanthemum : A flower that is a symbol of health and vitiliaty. In sex scenes it was a metaphor for a mans backdoor entrance.

Chinese Calender: Year dates/era for a story> The Chinese calender uses Tian Gan Di Zhi [Heavenly stems, Earthly Branches] system to mark the year. [Meaning lost] There are ten heavenly stems, and twelve earthly branches [Zodiac adjacent] Each Stem and Branch is associated with either Ying | Yang and one of the elemental properties, wood, fire, earth, metal and water. The Stems are and branches are combined in cyclical patterns to create a calender where every unit of time is associated with certain attributes: Analysing such a calender for the stem, branch characters and their elemental associations was considered essential information in divination, fortune telling, wedding dates, and even buiness deals.

Confucianism:

Is a philosophy based on the teaching of confucius, it placed heavily importance on respect for ones elders and family, a concept broadly known as Xiao "Filial piety," the family structure is used in others that have similair behaviours, such as respect of a student to a teacher, or people of a country towards their ruler.

Cores/Golden Core: A good Cultivation base/Core/Foundation: Means learning from the right age, good training and keeping consistent and percevere. A bad Cultivation Base/foundation: Means you were half-assed it/ sabotaged with an improper manual, learned too late/early, can be prone to Qi deviations.

Meridians: Qi travels through the body, like a magical bloodstream, or map/rivers of the body. redirecting, manipulating, or halting qi circulation focus on targeting the meridians at speicific points of the body, known as acupoints. Technqiues that can block qi prevent a cutlivator from using qi until the block is lifted.

Qi Circulation: The metabolic cycle of qi in the body, where it flows from the dantian to the meridians and back. This cycle purifies and refines qi, and good circulation is essential to cultivation. In Xianxia, Qi can be transferred from one person to another through physical contact and can heal someone who is wounded if the donar is trained in the art Qi Deviation:

"To catch fire, and enter demonhood." occurs when ones cultivation becomes unstable. Common causes include: Unstable emotional state, or strong negative emotions, practicing cultivation methods incorrectly. Reckless use of forbidden or high-level arts. or succumbing to the influence, of demons and evil spirits. When qi deviation arises from mental or emotional causes, the person is often said to have succumbed to their inner demons or "Heart demons." Symptoms: Panic, paranoia, sensory halluciantion, and death. Fixes [not cures] : Forced relaxation, voluntary or forced by external party, massage, meditation, or qi transfer, from another individual.

The golden core forms and replaces the lower dantian, becoming an internal source of power for the cultivator. Cultivators who detonate their golden core, almost always die in the end. The destruction/removal of a core is permanent and cannot be recultivated as there is no longer a lower dantian o form it, its destruction stops an individual from ever performing to cultivate qi normally ever again.

Tradtionally cultivating a golden core is in nine stages, but is often simplified in fiction; Qi Condensation/ Qi Refining Foundation establishment Core foundation/Golden Core Nascent Soul. [A cultivation technique where a soul can project it's soul outside its body and travenl indipendently, this can allow them to survive the death of their physical body and advance to a higher state. Deity Transformations Great Ascension Heavenly tribulations

Dantian: Refers to three regions in the body, Navel, Chest, forehead. The lower is three finger widthds below and two finger widths behind the navel. This is where the golden core is formed and is where Qi metabolsim process begins and progresses upward.

Pilles and Elixers: Magic medicines that can heal wounds, improve cultivation, extend life, etc. These are usuallly delivered in pill form and created in speical kilns.

Spirit Stones: Small gems filled with Qi that can be exchanged between cultivations as a form of currency. If so desired the Qi can be axtracted for an extra energy boost.

Currency: In most dynasties was based on the exchange of Silver and Gold, weight was also used to measure the denoniminations of money. i.e: One Liang of Silver."

Daoism: Daoism is a philosophy, of Dao. Involves coming into harmony with the natural order of the universe, which makes someone a "true human." safe from external harm and who can affect the world without intentional action.

Disciples/sect:

Clan and sect members are known as disciples. Disciples live on Sect grounds and have a strict hierchy based on skill and seniority. They are divided into Core, inner and outer. With core being the highest, Higher ranked disciples get better logdgings and other resources. A sect is like a family, hence the name for martial sibling, and teachers are parents.

Incense time: A common way to tell time. One incense time: is roughly 30 minutes.

The Three Realms:

Split into three realms, the heavenly realm, the mortal realm, the Ghost realm. Heavenly realm: Heavens, heavenly officials. A Celestial court where gods reside and rule. Mortal Realm: Realm of humans. Ghost Realm: Refers to realm of the dead or in scum villain/demon realm.

Edit: more to be added later -_- this is a cheat sheet to look back on when I have to use these terms [ps I write fanfics for fun, and I'm more focused on my art etc, so I am half assing this stuff but I'm only making this sheet to be polite, I'll still try to incoporate this stuff and be respectful but I'm not writing an actual properally researched novel here its just for fanfictions]

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Links for meridians/aacipunctures:

We pass qi by this paths, cultivation = qi gong, you can see qi praticioners in youtube^^

Here, qi spinning a paper in real life. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKqHm7qs2Fg

I also asked someone online [Cryptidpatriarch] about what would happen if Luo Binghe was given a courtesy name I mean, Shen Yuan would or would've thought of one so this was one suggestion.

when you join a clan, you assume the clan name, because it is your new family and you abandon the original name to be a new person, with a new family, in which case he should take the name of the peak. Cang Qiong = firmament, reach the sky peak... Bing Hé Qiong= ice river through the firmament. 竹河 = bamboo river Hé = river Bing = ice

[oleander-neruim]

Alrighty everyone so here's what's going to be my "Master Post" for my new brainroting AU.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Welcome to "A Myth's Voyage AU"

Essentially this is a Pirates SMP & Empires SMP x Epic The Musical AU. It follows a loose Canon of Pirates, the storyline of Epic, and nonesense and shenanigans thrown into the mix.

~•~•Behold our lovely Cast & Crew•~•~

『•Fully Established/Solidified•』

• Sausage Mythos as Odysseus 「#Odysseus!Sausage」, the Captain and protagonist of our story

• Joel Beans as Penelope 「#Penelope!Joel」, the Sausage's spouse & stand-in head of the Isles

• Hermes Mythos-Beans as Telemachus 「#Telemachus!Hermes」, Sausage's son

• Will Renais as Polites 「#Polites!Will」, 3rd in command & Sausage's closest crewmate

• Kuervo Fang as Eurylochus 「#Eurylochus!Kuervo」, 2nd in command

• Kyle Eef as Permides 「#Permides!Kyle」, pilot of the head ship

• Red D. Doons as Elpenor 「#Elpenor!Redd」, member of Sausage's main crew

• Aeor as Zeus 「#Zeus!Aeor」, God of Life & Storms

• Exor as Athena 「#Athena!Exor」, God of Death & Wisdom

• Codfather Jimmy as Polyphemus 「#Polyphemus!Jimmy」, a giant bipedal fish monster, "Cyclopes"

• Ocean Queen Lizzie as Poseidon 「#Poseidon!Lizzie」, Goddess of the Ocean

• Pearl Moon as Aeolus 「#Aeolus!Pearl」, Goddess of the Winds

• Fwhip Grim as Hermes 「#Hermes!Fwhip」, Messenger God of Travel

• Gemini Tay Grim as Circe 「#Circe!Gem」, Goddess & Sorceress of Magic

• Acho Denholm as Tiresias 「#Tiresias!Acho」, the Prophet

『•Likely Established/Not Featured Yet•』

• Oli Orion as Apollo 「#Apollo!Oli」, God of the Sun & Music

• Pixlriffs as Hephaestus 「#Hephaestus!Pix」, God of the Forge & Craft

• Katherine Elizabeth as Aphrodite 「#Aphrodite!Katherine」, Goddess of Love & War

• Shrub Berry as Ares 「#Ares!Shrub」, God of War & Bravery

• Joey Graceffa as Hera 「#Hera!Joey」, God of Marriage & Family

• Scott Major as Calypso 「#Calypso!Scott」, Nymph of the Sea, a shapeshifter

• Owen Orange as Antinous 「#Antinous!Owen」, lead suitor & attempted usurper of the "throne"

『• Additional Cast •』

• Guqqie Mey, member of Sausage's main crew

• Michela Ray, member of Sausage's main crew

• Ros Cumber, member of Sausage's main crew

• Puffy Kara, member of Sausage's main crew

• Graecie Elaine, head of another ship on Sausage's fleet

〔Relevant Tags〕

• #AMyth'sVoyageAU -> Main tag for the AU

• #VoyageQueries -> Tag for questions about the AU

• #VoyageTapestries -> Tag for art related to the AU

• #VoyageGossip -> Tag for random rambles or thoughts on the AU

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I'm not sure what all should be included here honestly but I can add on as we go.

Some names may end up being placeholders if I think of something better but this is what we're working with right now.

My ask box is always open for those who have curiosities or perhaps scene requests

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Enjoy your time & enjoy the story