#TO WRITE AND RELEASE THAT ONE CHAPTER OF MY TANGLED AU

[justacasualidiot]

sampo is one of my favorite hsr characters, but in the way where i need to throw him in a blender octo expansion style, i need to run him over with my car, i need to toss him off a cliff, i need him to have a horrific theme park accident you know what i’m talking about, i need him to spontaneously burst into flames, i need to kick him, i need to send him into the sewers and let the rats get him, i need to give him my awful back pain, i need to make that fucker suffer.

but like. /pos.

[yujisdreamgirl]

Seashells and Soulmates

ᯓᢉ𐭩 All you wanted was a nice, relaxing day on the beach. Who knew your dog escaping from his leash and getting tangled with another dog’s leash would lead to you finding your soulmate ?!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐔌 a Nanami Kento x reader mini series ! 𐦯

ᯓᢉ𐭩 Synopsis: You had just quit your job at a publishing company due to mistreatment and the horrendously small amount of salary. So, with all the saved up money you had from all those years working different jobs and the shitty publishing company, you decided to buy a ticket to Kuantan, Malaysia and get a break for once. With all your bags packed, you and your dog ready to go, the worry-free trip was already set. That is… until your dog helped you meet someone new.

ᯓᢉ𐭩 featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru, shoko ieri, ryomen sukuna, uraume, yu haibara, toji fushiguro, hiromi higuruma, utahime (yep the whole squad)

ᯓᢉ𐭩 genre/warnings: fem reader, use of y/n, smau, nanami’s dog is female while reader’s dog is male, fluff, romance, partying, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, both nanami and reader live in japan, alcohol/drinking, pining, best wingman award goes to furry pets, modern au, non-sorcerer au, confessions, mentions of death of loved ones

ᯓᢉ𐭩 taglist: feel free to comment to be a part of it!

ᯓᢉ𐭩 author’s note: i’m so excited to write this as it will be my first fic series! chapters will soon be released when my exams end;p but hey patience is rewarding ♡

CHARACTER INTROS .ᐟ

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CHAPTERS .ᐟ

i. decisions

ii. meet cute

[hueberryjam]

Aight I got a few questions because I love SNEO so much and don't wanna flood your inbox! (Also I have found another angst lover :])

What would happen if I ask SNEO about Mike or do/say anything related to Mike? Does SNEO remember him?

How did Spamton feel after the first few days he was tangled up, and then the first few months?

Did He scream at all? I'm assuming if you're down in a basement tied in your own 'veins' you'd be screaming for help. And I feel like with his giant form at least *someone* would hear him.

What would SNEO do if Kris returned somehow? Perhaps by messing with game files

Can Spamton learn to write?

You said that Spamton just wanted to nap all the time after he was free. Why couldn't he sleep when he was tangled? Was it the hysteria or smth?

(And random fluff question for some reason!! :D) Who is his favorite Addison? If he had the ability to speak to them somehow what would he say?

So sorry for all the questions 🙇‍♀️ I just l9ve your au SO MUCH

Hoo-whee! You sure sent in a lot of questions! (This isn’t even all of them!) Been mentally preparing myself to answer these since I’ve been so burnt out with school, buuuut I really appreciate how much you care about my silly little AU!! Thank you for all your love and support!!

BUCKLE IN! THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE FOLKS!

1. What would happen if I ask SNEO about Mike or do/say anything related to Mike?

Of course, Spamton has some pretty strong emotions tied to Mike, as we can clearly tell from canon Spamton. But, since Mike’s in-game influence on Spamton has been left fairly vague, I can’t fully expand on this as of now, at least not as much as I’d like to. I will have to wait for the future chapters of Deltarune to release so I can piece together their dynamic, and include it into my AU’s lore.

However, I can say this for sure, he wouldn’t initially react strongly. If he can’t fully recognize the Addisons, his own brothers, even when they’re right in front of him, then simply mentioning Mike’s name or talking about him likely wouldn’t trigger much at first.

That being said, his reactions are always situational. Depending on his current state of mind, level of lucidity, and the way Mike is brought up, there could be different signs of recognition. This could range from the twitch of an eye, a frustrated grumble, or a full on meltdown.

Though, as far as we know in canon Deltarune, the Addisons probably don’t even know who Mike is. The chances of this ever occurring are low, but something similar definitely could… 📞

2. How did Spamton feel after the first few days he was tangled up, and then the first few months?

As you already know, at first he was in a complete, blind panic. This abrupt vanishing of Kris, of their SOUL, of his last chance at FREEDOM. There was ugly thrashing, frantic screams, this sudden abandonment had shattered something deep inside of him that he could never explain, or even begin to comprehend. He was off-script, and he could sense how wrong this current reality was deep in his code. Yet, despite the cold, inexplicable dread he felt, he never became fully aware of the script’s existence, and in a way, his ignorance to the diverted script was a mercy to his sanity. Of course, he’s not exactly the spitting image of well adjusted in the present, but at least he’s not… Jevil.

As the weeks he spent bound down there dragged into months, the deafening silence, the isolation, the cramped aching in his synthetic but oh-too real limbs, it all became maddening. Dull. Repetitive. And so, completely and utterly desperate, he somehow managed to alter his code, de-spawning his armor and wings in a final attempt to snap off the strings that clung to their rigid edges. But, unfortunately… this only made things so much worse.

Sure, a few of the wires snapped, but the remaining strings were now in direct contact with his synthetic skin, his body no longer protected by his armor. So, of course, when he struggled and tried to slip out, to pull himself loose from the strings’ relentless hold, they only tightened to a new extent, this time constricting and digging into his skin. The wires compressed his throat, damaging his vocal cords and causing partial paralysis. This resulted in his persistent drooling due to impaired swallowing reflexes and made speech both difficult and painful.

So… that’s what happened, but how did he feel? Well, definitely frustrated in the beginning. As far as he knew, this was just another cruel joke fate was playing on him. But, as the months went on, and on, and on, well… not taking his mental corruption into account (as that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms), I’m sure Spamton felt pretty fucking hopeless.

3. Did he scream? Did anyone hear him?

As I mentioned before, he screamed a whole lot. If the wires hadn’t taken out his vocal cords a few months in, I’m sure all his screaming would’ve eventually done the job. Though, your other question about others hearing him wasn’t something I considered. As I see it, the Basement and SNEO within it exist in an entirely different plane of reality. When the error originally occurred, it started in the Basement when the player logged off moments before the SNEO boss fight. That’s why only the Basement got softlocked, because the script altering error began in that room. That room doesn’t exist to the rest of the Cyber World until the Basement door is unlocked with a KeyGen, but it still exists to Spamton in the meantime. Meaning the sounds within it, and the frantic screams echoing through it, cannot be heard until that door is opened.

Though, the stuff about his wires being his ‘veins’… geez that’s pretty messed up!! And you guys say that I’m the sick one! Though, jokes aside, that’s an interesting take on what the wires are! And… probably not even that unlikely to be canon now that I’m really thinking about it…

4. What would SNEO do if Kris returned?

Not a hell of a lot, or maybe he’d kill them. I dunno, roll a dice!

5. Could Spamton learn to write?

Well, I’m fairly sure I posted a crappy little doodle on here ages ago of Mac trying to teach SNEO sign language, though come to think of it… how does Mac even know sign language?? Maybe he’s learning it too for him, and also trying to teach it? That’d be sweet I think? ANYWAY I’m getting off topic…

The answer is, yes! You better hope you have gigantic pencils though, and an even bigger patience… SNEO isn’t only… slower… because of trauma (though that’d probably be understandable at this point), but due to the corruption in his body from malnutrition and the error itself. He’s incredibly glitchy, and prone to some pretty severe headaches. His handwriting would probably be… illegible, but hey- maybe let him try draw something instead?

6. Why does Spamton nap all the time now that he is free? Why couldn’t he sleep while he was tangled?

Spamton definitely slept while he was tangled in the Basement, more so during the later years of his confinement. Who would want to stay awake for 3 years of nothing?

He still naps a lot for many reasons. For example, he’s not exactly in great shape. He’s malnourished, despite Darkners not needing to eat in my AU to live, they still suffer consequences when they don’t. His limbs and muscles atrophied from disuse, and aren’t very helpful for doing more than feeding himself, and engaging occasionally in whatever activity the Addisons want of him. He’s giant, sure, but unfortunately he’s also quite frail. Most of the time he naps to conserve his energy, hold himself together, so to speak.

Though sometimes, he just sleeps to avoid processing his current reality.

7. Who’s his favourite Addison, and if he had the ability to speak to them, what would he say?

His favorite Addison? Definitely Mac. Mac and him were always pals back when they were younger, despite Link being closer to him in age. Sure, Mac wasn’t there for him emotionally like Reen was, not when Spamton was feeling low or depressed, but he was always there when Spamton needed something to cheer him up. Whether that was a video game, a new hand-sewn garment, or just a few laughs, Mac was the relief he always seemed to need.

If he could say something to him? Well, that would mean he’d have to remember him! So, if he did remember him, he’d probably say:

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to see me like this.”

But then again, he’d probably say that to all four of them. Good thing he doesn’t have a great grasp on who they are yet!

[pinkpastels113]

intro post

okay so i realized that i've never done one of these and i kinda want to!! esp for the new people following me and my side account @caitlynspistol, which i plan on keeping even if my fandoms and otp brain rots change

name: wenz (pronounced as when-zzz, or if you're anne, whence is fine too LMAO). it's not my real name but that's what i'm comfortable with on here!

pronouns: she/her.

nicknames: i respond to girl, girlie, dude, or any cute pet names hehe

age: 22

personality type: enfj (protagonist mbti personality). i also relate to harley quinn, lexie grey, annabeth chase, red of hearts, and chloe beale (besides the barging into other people's shower part). more of a golden retriever than a black cat, esp at work and around people i like and can be myself with, but can be a standoffish opinionated moody lil binch if im pissed or annoyed lmao

lgbtq?: yes. i think im labeling myself as bi but leaning towards wlw

country: usa (even tho i be so tired of it sometimes 💀)

comfort fandom: pitch perfect and bechloe! it's the fandom that i originally joined tumblr and got an ao3 account for, and the pairing that i feel the most comfortable and natural writing for

type of content creator: i'm more of a writer than an artist but i'm trying to explore more of my artsy side. i've loved drawing since i was 5. it's just difficult sometimes to motivate myself and practice my art when everyone else is so much better HAHA

i prefer to write drabbles and one-shots more than multi-chapter fics bc my attention span and motivation just. won't let me. but if enough people encourage me and ask for them-!! i also like to write aus? and fluff? and meet-cutes i think :)

current obsession/brain rots: glassheart from descendants the rise of red but im scared that caitvi will take over this spot when the new arcane season releases lmao

others: wenclair from wednesday, chaggie from hazbin hotel, harlivy from dc but mostly the tv show, damie from the haunting of bly manor, percabeth from percy jackson

guilty pleasures: nikkenzie (dork diaries), miraculous ladybug (ADFSJHDSLK MY SISTER GOT ME INTO THIS DON'T COME FOR ME-), sunset shimmer x twilight sparkle

comfort/fav shows: grey's anatomy and friends

comfort/fav movies: tangled, mulan, mean girls, just chick flicks in general ig, the pp franchise

music: i'm a swiftie so pop :) not the ones that are too techno but like soft? but also catchy. i also like throwback 2010s music bc those SLAP

hobbies besides being a part of the fandom: i like to play card games, read/discover contemporary romance books, paint, text or hang out with my friends, do puzzles, be a couch potato, play wild rift (league of legends on mobile), watch asmr videos on tiktok, and just explore the city ig

special tags?: "wenz can talk" for my posts that i just yap in, "w writes" for my writing, "w sketches" for my art

anything else to share: i love getting asks! like from ask meme games or just getting to know you questions, nothing too personal tho! i also welcome any kind of interaction that gets me to talk about my fandoms/brain rots/ships. pls don't be shy lmao: you can interact through tags in a reblog or through an anon ask if you don't know how ima react. worse case scenario i just won't reply? but i'm not gonna judge or bash on you or anything unless you come for me first 😭

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Note: I don’t have any rules for requests! There are some things I won’t do, but there’s no harm in asking! More details below the cut. Here are some prompts and a request Template if you'd like to use one

Writing Master list:

Ao3

Into the Night (Dick Grayson x Reader)

18+, msub x femReader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Interwoven with you (Roy x Wally x Dick)

Tangled Au

Based on this comic by All I Need is One Dream

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Requests Master List

Tentative Release Schedule! If I don’t specify a name then it’s a request, so you can keep track of them there!

WIP stories and request details (Requests Open)

Happy to answer questions or provide drabbles from all of these

Requests:

My faves: Batfam and the OG Teen Titans!

I’ve watched, read, and played a pretty wide scope of things, so feel free to request for anything, but I may ask for clarification if I’m less familiar with something!

I do write smut, but please specify when you want it! I won’t write underage. If it’s something I don’t want on my page, but don’t mind writing, I’ll send you a DM with your request. Feel free to ask for a private response if you’d like one.

Again, there’s no harm in asking for whatever you like!

Birdflash Anonymous (Wally x Dick Oneshots) Ch1: When Is The Last Time You Felt Safe

Tell Me How it Ends (Fem!Jason ToddxFem!Reader)

It all started with a bartender standing too close to a ledge, and now Jason sees her everywhere

Speak to Me Between the Lines (I know that’s where you hide) (Fem!Tim DrakexFem!Reader)

When Steph had introduced Tim to her new college friend she hasn’t been concerned. Right until she tried to look her up and found nothing

Learning to Breath Again (Fem!Roy Harper x Fem!Reader)

What is one to do when you see the gorgeous mom from next door shoot someone with an arrow, of all things?

-Drabble about her hands

The Contents of the Hand Basket (Fem!Jason Todd x Fem!Roy Harper)

They were roommates

Talon, Nightwing, and the Titans

Hurt/comfort staring Nightwing confronting(saving) a version of himself that had become talon, with the help of the fab 5, who he has lately fallen out of touch with

Reverse Robins werewolf hunters and werewolf!dick

Oneshots based on this fic

-Deaged Jason and Dick Grayson Cheerful squad (and Deaged Dick and Jason angst squad)

Based on this thought

[fandomfablesunleashed]

I'm not sure anyone wants to read my rambling, but in case you're curious, here's an update on my writing plans:

After finishing And They Were Roommates, I planned to release a one-shot about roommate Law (inspired by the penultimate chapter of Ace’s story). It was supposed to be angsty and unresolved, but me being myself, I started adding more and more while editing and came up with even more ideas. Once it hit 14K words, I decided to scrap the one-shot idea and turn it into a longer work, even though I had planned to focus on another longer fic for now (also about Law, but set in the canon One Piece world). Oops 🤷‍♀️.

I prefer to start posting once I have the whole story figured out—so far, I have eight chapters kinda done, and then things get complicated. As someone who mostly writes fluff, it's harder to tackle this. Also, It's turning out to have more plot than I originally thought, so I need to figure out how to make it work the way I want 😅 .

Besides, for this story, I wrote my first smut scene🔥, but then decided to cut it out and make it fade to black instead, as not everyone may want to read that. I don't want people to opt out of my story because of one sex scene, but I might be persuaded to release it as bonus content later🤭.

So, Law lovers, modern AU fans, hang in there, Tangled Lives is coming! Some day, hopefully soon🤞.

But before that happens, I’ll also have a Valentine's special for you (A Heartfelt Deception), featuring him. It's a modern AU with fake dating, and it's currently sitting at 7K words.

I also have a shorter one-shot about Ace coming soon (Sugar, Spice, and a Little Too Much Flirting)—it's about the reader baking while Ace is being a nuisance and flirting too much. I was grinning like crazy while writing it. It's written, but needs to be edited.

Besides that, I'm working on something for Genshin Impact for Valentine's featuring Xiao, and I recently started playing Love and Deep Space, which totally hooked me (especially Zayne and Sylus). So, there might be something related to that here soon too🫠

[wodniars-void]

For the fandom ask game: 6, 22 for Terra?

6: Show us a bit of a WIP! Welp, my only active writing project at the moment is my Tangled au, sooo,,,, here's a couple screenshots from that <3

My boy's like, 12, and literacy is not the same in fantasy keyblade Germany as it is in the modern day, he absolutely cannot read cursive fluently </3

This is my absolute favorite section of the chapter so I'm releasing into the world. Mwah. I absolutely adore transitions like this <3

22: Give us a headcanon for [Terra] Okok this is a fun one :3 I ask you, what's the natural extension of formchanging your Keyblade? Formchanging yourself. We already see a little of this in Sora's outfit & world changes so I grab it and kick it up to 20. You know who's really good at keyblade formchanges? That's right, Terra!!! THEREFORE. My headcanon is the natural evolution of Terra's powers is shapeshifting.

It's like, applying world change magic, except not dependent on the rules and order of the world. Imagine if Sora was able to become Pridelands Sora or Atlantica Sora at will. That's basically how it works. Being skilled at keyblade formchanges helps though because in a sense, a wielder is an extension of their blade, and vice versa? So if you're already used to changing your keyblade, without the assistance of keychains, It's easier to start changing yourself.

And Terra. Terra gets very good at that. So sometimes you will be in the land of departure on a nice sunny warm afternoon and you come up to the mountain training site and there will be a Bear. On a rock. Enjoying the sun. And it's up to you to decide if you want to deal with that or just leave. ALSO! He cheats at hide and seek with it 100%. While he's naturally more inclined towards larger forms, he has absolutely turned into a fish and hidden in a pond. Or straight up tried to hide in the walls as a rat but that was unexpectedly difficult so that was a one-time thing.

I could ramble at length so I will cut myself off there, thank you for the ask Cori <3333

[twotangledsisters]

Hey, love ur stories! Can u tell me more about Fred and Ari and their relationship when they were young and started dating? Also when is ur fanfic about Fred and Ari releasing?? I just love Fred and Aris relationship and u write they amazingly!

Oh my goodness, thank you so much and, of course I would absolutely love to talk about Ari and Fred's relationship!

But first I will address your second question!

The Adventurer and the Prince, the prequel fic focusing on Frederic and Arianna's relationship, has no planned release date. But I do have a plan for how it'll release! I plan to start publishing as soon as I have a few full arcs and release the chapters on an arc based schedule.

So what that means is that there may be weekly updates until an arc is complete and then a hiatus of however long is needed! I'll make sure arcs don't end on cliffhangers and are a sort of-self contained mini stories with an overarching plot similar to Tangled Sisters during Within the Walls of Corona.

I am really excited about this fic and recently I've been really wanting to work on it! It's just important I prioritise Tangled Sisters as it'd be easy for me to fall behind on daily updates if I didn't.

The first arc is just one scene away from being complete and it's named the Prince and the Puppy.

Which is a great way for me to move into talking about their relationship!

I know in the show, technically Arianna was also royalty from birth because she competed in the Contest of the Crowns, however, it was a minor detail and for this AU Arianna has already stated she married into royalty. A change that I think helps Arianna as a character understand her daughters, who are learning the ways of royalty later in life, but I also found it made for a funner backstory.

Arianna first meets Frederic when she is requested to take a very special delivery to the Crowned Prince of Corona. A puppy! Her firsts impressions of the prince are that he's pretty stuck up and definitely not someone she wishes to engage with.

But then she sees something she shouldn't have (not going to go into detail for spoilers!) and her opinion of him changes ever so slightly. She feels a sense of obligation to help but isn't sure how until she sees an opening for a riding instructor for the crowned prince who apparently is completely useless at horse-riding!

So that is how they start out! Arianna trying (and failing) to teach Frederic how to ride a horse while also trying to be a friend to him. Frederic at first is wary of her and thinks her foolish, but eventually he comes to appreciate how genuine she is.

Frederic's father is not at all in favour of Frederic dating a commoner, especially one who came from outside of Corona! He tries to cause trouble for the couple, but instead these attempts just end up teaching Frederic to stand up to him more.

It's planned to be a pretty slow development, from not enemies but certainly two people with very different opinions and ways of life, to friends, to lovers.

There are miscommunications on both sides with Arianna not knowing how to behave within a royal environment. And Frederic, not really knowing how to talk to someone who isn't a servant or high-ranking nobility, neither of which quite match up with Arianna.

Frederic learns to be more open about his emotions, learns it's okay to not always be this imposing presence that demands respect.

Arianna learns how to be a more regal and imposing presence when handling certain types of company.

It's a lot of sweet moments, stuff like Arianna asking Frederic to head to the store to get some sugar because she's baking and has run out, and he comes back with an entire sack because that's what they have in the palace kitchens.

Frederic having his entire schedule messed up because Arianna didn't realise it was her job to keep track of lesson time for the prince.

Perhaps one of the cuter moments is when Arianna sees Frederic's room in the palace and it's just... boring. All white walls, royal paintings, very formal. She asks about the decoration and he explains it's what a prince's room should look like and that anything out of place gets thrown away so he knows to keep it pristine.

So Arianna clears a corner of her home (she rents a place in Corona Village) for Frederic to decorate as he pleases.

Basically, the early stages of their relationship is Frederic, bringing Arianna along to regal events like balls, and dinner; and Arianna, in turn, dragging Frederic to outdoor picnics and hikes! A, 'here, let me show you my world' sorta thing with both being patient and wanting to make the other one happy.

I cannot wait to share this fic with you!

Thank you so much for the ask and the excuse to ramble on a bit about them! I'm so glad you enjoy how I write them as they're one of my parent-couples in media ever! ❤️❤️❤️

[izloveshorses]

Um can you just do all of the emoji prompts

omg anon you're so sweet 🙈💖

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

i'm hoping to get a first chapter ready to publish soon, but i've been workshopping a dimya equestrian/show jumping au for a while?? back when i used to horseback ride i didn't do show jumping but it's so fun to watch and i think it would make for a fun au. dmitry can't ride bc of a vague injury, so he and vlad recruit the new stablehand anya to compete in the FEI tournament, which would take place in paris this year, bc duh. her horse is pooka. they have no money and she does Not get along with dmitry. it would be a fun ride (no pun intended) :) and of course she is just using this as the means to get to paris so she can find her family, dmitry and vlad want the winning purse, etc. the fact that anastasia was a record-breaking teen show jumper ten years ago and vanished mysteriously and anya has a very similar riding style and skillset is just a coincidence. or is it 👀

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

from the equestrian au mentioned above:

“At least you still have a job here,” Vlad said after a moment. 

Dmitry sighed. “Exercising other people’s horses isn’t exactly going to get me anywhere.” He had a headache above his eyebrow. “That rider is an idiot. He ruined a perfectly good horse just for his ego.”

Vlad shook his head. “What a shame.” 

“How’s your girl doing?” 

Vlad took another— longer— sip. “She’s… fine. She’s too young.” He shook his head again. “A few years down the line, maybe she could get us to the FEI. But she doesn’t have the greatest instincts.” 

Dmitry nodded, disappointed. What a grand pair of losers the two of them made.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

something i like from the road trip au:

“Fine. Well, we will be listening to The Cranberries all the way there.”

Anya slouched and curled her legs to rest her feet on the dashboard. “Good.”

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

She looked at him like he could save her. Like she wanted him to save her. 

He just hoped he didn’t fumble with the lifeline when the time came.

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

another bit from the road trip au:

“You’re a bed hog.”

He winced a little. They hadn’t mentioned anything about how they kept waking up that way, tangled or invading one another’s space. He didn’t want to make things awkward. But she simply shrugged, lips curled in a smile when he looked over at her. “You don’t seem to mind.”

Heat creeped up his neck. No, he hadn’t. Not at all.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

(source undisclosed)

“Let me…” he swallowed, suddenly serious. “Let me kiss you the way I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

after watching Notting Hill again, i whipped up a half-formed idea for an au, this bit always makes me laugh when i read it over again:

She opened to the first page. “I see it’s signed by the author.” 

“I couldn’t stop him.” 

That did it— that made her laugh. It was just a short huff of air through her nose, but still, that didn’t happen very often anymore.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

sigh. i really want a dimya dirty dancing au, so so so so bad, but it has to be the exact one that exists in my head. i just don't want to do the work on that one asdhlkfj. but it would be so good!!! anya and her family visiting the country club, she is already bored, all the girls are expected to marry some guy who is going to be a doctor or lawyer, and then she meets the hot and broody misunderstood™ dance instructor dmitry, and she is determined to help him and the other workers by filling in for marfa. thus ensues a summer romance. featuring dmitry in that black tank top. and god, gleb is the awkward and uncomfy nephew/whatever set to inherit the country club, who flings his authority around whenever he wants and plays Nice Guy. it would be perfect. but i don't want to write it, i just want it to exist already for me to read lol.

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

another funky idea y'all haven't seen yet 👀😌

modern setting, heist/espionage, art thievery?, haters to lovers <3, eventual smut, etc :)

[non-binary-lil-star]

Ok sooooo @arson-n-barf and @scott-is-hyperfixating I still do need a beta reader but I should say the story is in progress. I have all of the chapters planned out, and the first is ready with 1,5 k words. It is still kind of a draft but I do have some concept art!!!

( the last one is based on a fanart on Tangled by artist denimcatfish )

The story will include minor angst, hurt/comfort (my beloved ), found family lov, BAND AU lov (Yes, medieval band that travels from town to town to make money basically ), Hawks has actual friends, toyua has a relationship with her siblings, Endeavor is king and also a huge asshole and it's probably gonna have some minor tododeku ( I'm a simp) and also low key enemies to lovers vibe.

As you can see this story has been living rent free in my head, lol. I made myself a schedule so I don't procrastinate my way into another non-written story. So I'd write more or less a 2k chapter every like two days for the next couple weeks and then release it on ao3 when it's all ready, and ofc I'd mention you if you'd still be willing to help and beta read this!! Tell me if u are. :)

I have no self confidence and would really appreciate constructive criticism

Anyone up to beta reading a 10 chapter long, 20k dabihawks genderbend F/F medieval au fanfic ?

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sunshine (iii) — levi ackerman.

chapter iii ; a river of gold and silver

— levi ackerman x female reader (tangled au | royal au (in a way))

— warnings: none <33

— series summary: a story of an orphaned thug, a locked-up flower, and their dreams. the former is fated to have one of the most sought-out treasures inside the island’s walls; while the latter will once again retake her destiny as the brightest star in the kingdom. it’s safe to say that their lives begin the moment they met each other.

— chapter summary: your ride to the capital is cut short and you're placed in a chase that would most likely have your head on a chopping block if you and your guide are caught. secrets are exchanged, walls are crumbled, and two hearts start connecting with each other through an invisible thread.

— word count: 10.4k

— notes: hello hello !!! sunshine (tangled au) is back and i am actually excited to post this one owo. it's nice to write for levi these days bc with the release of the new part of the final season, writing this au is my coping mechanism for the suffering the episodes will offer. i actually tried to make do with flynn's lines and fit them in a levi-like manner dnejdne spoiler alert: it's pretty hard. nonetheless, here you go — the new part of this mini series !! have fun reading, loves ^^

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3

repost bc tumblr hates me rn ^^ i hope this shows up in the tags now or else i'm gonna bury myself :>

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A deafening silence occupies the carriage like another passenger.

After having his attention falter when you smiled at him, Levi mostly keeps quiet for the two hours the carriage has been moving. It was uncharacteristic of him to feel a certain way for a person, especially someone he only knows for a couple of hours. He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he continues glaring at the flower trinket as if it’s the decoration’s fault for the uncalled pattern of heartbeats lurching in his chest. Did he look so stupid staring at you like that? He can’t help but think. It was only a simple smile and suddenly he can’t think of anything else but that image in his head. He knows that his accompaniment to the capital will test something in him that he never wants to admit. Once again, Levi aggravatedly sighs while digging his fingers through his locks of hair at having to spend three days with you in the woods.

Against his will, he secretly glances at you from the corner of his eye, hoping that you never notice how he’s having a dilemma that’s revolving around you. Levi completely turns his head at the uncomfortable position you’re donning — head lolling to the side, bumping on the wooden wall of the vehicle as it bumps on every rock on the path. Still, he never makes a move. Instead, he stares at you with pensive eyes.

You are a conundrum waiting to be solved by the kingdom’s finest scholars. A girl living in a secluded glade whose controlling mother prevented you from seeing the world in person. Not exactly the best combination in the lands of Paradis. The more Levi thinks about it, the more he discerns that this girl sitting on the other side of the long seat speaks so many dangers that he can’t comprehend yet. As the carriage bumps on another rock, Levi automatically juts out his arm to catch you from toppling down the seat. Your head seeks refuge on his arm now and he inhales when he feels how soft your skin is. At the adrenaline rush earlier in the tavern, he never realized just how perfect you felt in his hold. It’s only at this moment that he notices how delicate you are. He needs to take care of her, was what he thinks. Acquaintance or no acquaintance, you’re his responsibility now. Judging from your mother’s reaction in the tower, you’re never to have harm be placed on you.

“Kindly wake her up.”

Levi shifts you until you’re pressing on his chest, the hand that was holding you up right now pulling on the hidden dagger in his boot. His face appears to be dangerous enough to garner a tense reaction from this tall fortune teller. He feels you stirring from your nap, which only spurs him to keep you close to him. The fortune-teller then holds an unreadable expression, her eyes drifting to the luminous hair that glows underneath the stream of sunlight from the window. Levi follows her eyes and instantly becomes even more apprehensive. Are they trying to take your hair? If so, Levi won’t hesitate to jump out the window with you. To hell with getting to the bustling capital using a vehicle, you two will just have to make the journey by foot.

“Relax, shortstack,” the fortune-teller placates, hands raising in defense. “I’m not here to harm you.”

She might just be talking to you but Levi is the only one who’s wide awake at the moment. Eyes flashing in alarm, Levi hisses, “Why did you save us?”

The fortune teller’s eyebrows rise in amusement. It looks like she doesn’t expect this turn of events. Truth be told, the first time she saw you inside the tavern, she instantly recognized the glow you emit. The very same one that’s been told in her line of occupation. The glow of the legendary flower many fought to have, the flower that painted an entire field with the most ideal shade of red. See, one of the many gifts the flower gave to the bearer is the gift of immortality, of rejuvenating what was lost in time. The fortune-teller remembered hearing from her mentor that this flower became lost in the flow of time, never to be seen again. Until today. Lanterns took over her vision when you met her gaze in the tavern. It might be wishful thinking but you’re starting to burn like the flower that embedded its roots across the walled city’s seas. You’re fated for something you’re not even aware of. And the fortune-teller lets her eyes follow the waterfall of hair cascading over the floor of her carriage.

“Trust me, it’s not out of my own free will that I saved you, shortstack,” the fortune-teller answers. Her hand takes off her hood, making way for short blonde hair and dull eyes. “Now, kindly wake the lady with the sunlit hair.”

“Who are you?” Levi demands.

The fortune-teller fixes her dark eyes on his narrowed ones. “Yelena. I don’t like to repeat my words, shortstack. Wake up the lady because I have something to tell her.”

Without looking away from the newly-introduced fortune teller, Levi gently shakes you. He continues doing so until the trickle of annoyance starts seeping through when you’re not making any movement at all. Looking at you becomes one of his many mistakes while going on this trip. Your face is closer than he anticipates. He can see the individual eyelashes resting on your skin and the little breaths you exhale. He dare not lower his eyes to your lips. That’s a dominion not worth exploring. Yet. Angry at himself for the word, Levi clenches his jaw and shakes you, even more, the gentleness gradually vanishing. “Hey, sunshine, wake the fuck up. Don’t make me throw you out of the window.” Of course, he means well but the chuckles coming from the standing tree are starting to get to him.

You groan in his arms, straightening your posture on the plush cushion. You fail to notice the tense hold Levi has on you, continuing rubbing off the sleep from your eyes. “Levi?” you call out, turning your head to the said person, who’s leaning back from you.

It’s comical, how you squeal at the proximity and find yourself on the floor again. Levi lets you fall this time.

“Y-You’re too c-close!” you scream with locks of your hair covering your face. Your finger is pitifully pointing at your companion, whose face can rival all the expressionless portraits you saw in books. “W-Why was I there?! From what I remember, I was sleeping there!” You point to where you were napping before helplessly fumbling for your words, cheeks too warm to the touch. “How did I get to you?!”

“Relax, sunshine,” Levi blandly drawls. “It was against my will, too.” Everything concerning you is against my will at the moment.

“Had a good nap, I hope,” Yelena asks from across the carriage.

You abruptly turn your head towards the fortune teller, slightly shocked that she reaches the roof of the vehicle. For a moment, you forget the reason for your fast-paced heartbeat. Yelena looks like she can throw the crystals she just placed on the table and you find yourself inching closer to Levi’s legs. The said man stares at you as if you made a grave mistake to mankind by touching his boots. Taking him by surprise, you stand up with your hair bouncing alongside your skirt. You can’t seem to look your guide in the eyes, cursing every heart-lurching moment you had with him. You were too close to him. So close that you could see every single detail in his handsome face. The dots of freckles on his nose, the bags under his eyes, the sharpness of his cheekbones — features that accentuate him just fine.

The universe might be too hard on you. They gave you a guide that’s exactly like the knights you read in your books.

“What are you doing?” you ask Yelena as you watch her take a chest with a keyhole right in the middle. A mysterious object that piques your interest for tendrils of light peeks through the keyhole as if the chest holds the world’s most prized treasures.

Yelena spares you a glance. “I’m going to read your future.”

You brighten like the sun. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Yelena finishes her preparations with a flourish of her cloak. She walks over to you and pulls out a chair, her smile secretive yet knowing. “For you, Your Highness.”

You play along, pulling your skirt in a curtsy. “Thank you.”

Yelena drops her smile, fixing Levi a cold stare. The man is perfectly content with sitting far from the fortune teller and when he feels the eyes boring on the side of his face, he scoffs in disdain. There is no way he’ll let this woman near him. A minute passes by and he continues staring into the forestry, arms crossed on his chest in a clear sign of defiance. As the minute runs out of sand, he now feels another pair of eyes pleading for him to join them at the fortune-telling table. He clenches his jaw to strengthen his resolve. If only he can see those two pairs of eyes now. One is blatantly glaring at him while the other screams like a wounded puppy. He rolls his eyes, already deciding that he won’t join whatever circus Yelena has in this carriage.

“We won’t start without you,” Yelena informs.

“Levi, it won’t be that bad.”

Levi snorts with a mocking smirk, still not looking away from the window. “Are you trying to convince yourself, sunshine?” His eyes narrow at the set of hooves in the dirt path. They’re going in the direction of the tavern. It must be the squad of royal guards with the bloodhound and the mad person. Levi’s scowl deepens as he shifts on the cushion to sit on the other side, careful not to let his head be visible. There must be more guards ahead, stationed for checkpoints all the way to the capital. Shit. This is why it’s much better to travel on foot. Three days will be a flash if you put your mind to it. Yes, your journey will be cut down to a day if you keep riding the carriage but the threats ahead the dirt path doesn’t sit right with Levi.

“Levi?”

He turns to you. Another mistake. You’re staring at him, pleading with him to sit beside you. His eye twitches, letting himself be sucked in your endless irises.

“You don’t even have to worry about paying. It’s just,” you glance at the fortune teller impatiently shuffling her deck of tarot cards, “Yelena won’t start if you’re not present and besides she said this is free.” You fiddle with a lock of your hair, eyes downcast. Suddenly, Levi feels guilt pooling inside his stomach. You’re closing in on yourself like when you talk about your mother. “She said that it concerns you — my destiny.”

He doesn’t want you looking at him like that.

Levi groans. “Alright. Only because sunshine over there says so.”

He has to squint at your smile.

“Perfect!” Yelena claps in satisfaction when Levi begrudgingly sits beside you with his arms crossed. She snaps her fingers, shrouding the entire carriage in darkness.

You yelp and wrap your arm around Levi’s, whose suspicion rises again because of the fortune teller’s theatrics. Unaware of his actions, he faintly runs his hand over yours.

Then, a floating flame lights up the table.

Now, Levi is on high alert, raising his chin in the air. You, on the other hand, are questioning where the flame comes from when there’s no sound of a striking match. In front of the two of you, Yelena’s face becomes illuminated with the small ball of fire zipping around the round table. Her finger is poised like a candle, her face contrasting with the warm palette the flame gives. The hand brushing over yours is now gripping on your fingers as if Levi is ready to whisk you away out of the carriage.

This is no ordinary fortune-teller.

“What the fuck are you?” Levi interrogates.

Yelena shrugs. “I am known to have many personas. Seeker of Truth. The Traveling Gypsy. Paradis’ Seer. One of the Moirai. Though the last one is purely fictitious — the mind of man rivals the raw creativity of artists, I say. But the title that I proudly wear is Teller of Destinies. I assure you that the spectacle you see is merely a small portion of what I can truly do. Don’t look at me like that, shortstack. I speak of the truth and I take pride in my fortune-telling. I’ve told kings, queens, heroes, and rulers their destinies — what awaits them at the end of the tunnel. Of course, I always say that it might not come too easily for them. The destiny that I speak of guides them through their actions, not hinders them from doing more. It is their choice, however, if they let destiny play after knowing of their glory and power in the end.

“Now, do you wish to know your destiny?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, no.”

You and Yelena blankly look at the only man inside the carriage.

Levi glances at you. “What?” When you don’t respond, he rolls his eyes. “Oh, fine.” He meets Yelena’s gaze from across the table, the smirk on the woman’s face making his lips curl in distaste. “Yes, tell me my destiny, for all I care.”

“Then, we start with you.”

The next thing Levi knows, golden dust is blown into the small flame, igniting the entire carriage in an explosion of sparkling shapes and trails. The magic that Levi only hears in whispers in the underground city unfolds in front of his eyes. They say that just a single drop of magic is worth millions of any kingdom’s currencies — that one will be richer than any mogul or scion known to man. And in the four walls of this measly carriage, it effortlessly flows like any running body of water. He detects movement in the corner of his eye, turning his head to see you touch your fingertips on the floating glowing sand. It makes your eyes shine as no star can ever achieve. You lift your head until you catch his stare. Electrocuted with alarm, Levi looks away so fast that he fails to notice how you duck down as well.

“A thief born of unconditional love and unfortunate circumstances.” The sand engulfs them in an image of a faceless mother holding her child close to her chest, where her heart lies. Levi’s eyes flicker at the vision. A burn starts to creep in his throat and nose. “You will be blessed with a miracle of beauty and wealth that many failed to seek.” War from different generations plays out from the sand, then, a drop of gold bursting into flares of sand. “A life of extravagance will be waiting for you on two routes that ask for something in return.” Levi furrows his eyebrows at Yelena’s sentence. “At the end of a block searching for justice or a dagger point driven by madness. ‘Till then, a death will be reversed in the hands of an unconditional love born from two hearts merging into one.”

The sand calms down and Yelena opens her eyes.

“How long have you been pretending to read fortunes or destinies or whatever the fuck you call them?” Levi jadedly inquires.

You elbow Levi before flashing a smile at the fortune teller. “That was amazing! Where did you learn that?”

Yelena smirks, getting a handful of the sand from the opened chest. So that’s what the chest contains. “From places here and there. Nowhere, if I do say so myself.”

“It looks like—”

“Bullshit?” Levi sneers.

“Magic,” you ignore Levi as you finish your sentence.

The blonde once again blows the sand in front of the floating flame. “I’ll let you dwell on that, Your Highness. Now, it’s your turn.”

“I can’t wait,” you whisper almost giddily. Even the click of your companion’s tongue doesn’t deter you from seeing the glowing sand form images that connect with your destiny.

Yelena’s expression becomes blank, unnoticed by you but not by Levi. Whatever destiny the blonde fortune teller will tell you, it surely won’t make sense. However, Levi can’t shake the uneasy feeling that he has after listening to Yelena narrate his supposed death. Is he really going to die? The fortune that he got continues to circle in his mind like a broken record. He wants to turn it off but it comes back on and sets a pit of apprehension deep inside his body. He feels his stomach churning at the thought of him dying — the first time feeling this way even after escaping the daily dangers of the Underground. He merely stares through the morphing sand, not realizing that your hold on his arm slowly vanishes until they rest on your lap.

Yelena glances at Levi before turning back to you. Death is not something uncommon in her prophecies, in fact, it’s almost a rite of passage for heroes she encountered throughout her lifetime. The man with the slight yet muscular build will be one for the history books across the kingdom, if only he goes past that shock upon knowing his momentary doom. Blinking herself to maintain concentration, Yelena opens her mouth to start with your prophecy. The sand glows even brighter than Levi’s visions and that alone proves that you are more special than you think. Your mother will surely agree with that.

“Journey to where the sun shines eternal to find the answers you seek. There, a union of souls will light up the sky, brighter than the dream you wish to chase. However, the withered hand that unearthed a treasure will take you away and unveil an exchange. Your North Star will fade but once the reaper’s deal has been set in stone, it will glow most splendidly. A lost legacy will be found and the heavenly bodies rule the heavens once again — whole, just as it should be since the luminous beacons floated in the sky.”

There’s no reaction coming from any of you.

With a bated breath and a childlike tilt of your head, you ask, “What does that mean?”

Levi, who’s staring into space and not paying attention to your prophecy, turns his head to you. “Bullshit.”

You cross your arms with a huff. “I didn’t ask for your take on the matter, Levi.”

He snorts, rolling his eyes. “Sure,” he drones before standing up from his seat and peeking through the curtains. He stays there unmoving, eyes sharp as the carriage rocks against the trail. He feels your eyes on him but he chooses to brush it off. Movement at the end of the dirt trail catches his attention. He leans forward until he has his face pressing on the glass window of the carriage. In front of them is a line of vehicles, trickling towards a bridge leading to a village. “Fuck.”

Meanwhile, you are trying to grasp what Yelena just recited to the two of you. It’s almost like the excerpts from the novels Mother brought home, only this time, it features you and your supposed future. In contrast with Levi’s prophecy, yours hold a lighter note. You wish you wrote everything down and decipher it for later reference. Who knows how much help this can give you in your rebellion? Right when you’re about to ask for Yelena’s help in decoding her destiny-reading, Levi releases a string of expletives as he gets up from the window seat.

“Levi, what’s going on?” you ask him, trying to get through his panicky state.

From how Levi’s acting, it seems like he doesn’t hear you from how tense and rapid he is while putting your hair in his arms. Yelena raises her eyebrow at the glower Levi throws at her, his voice earning a guttural growl, “Why didn’t you tell us there are palace guards stationed further down the trail?”

You turn to Yelena. “What?!” you all but shriek.

“I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you,” Levi snaps.

Your breathing picks up again. Your eyes are unfocused just thinking of the possibilities after the palace guards catch wind of you. They’ll contact Mother and you’re going to be inflicted with the punishment of a lifetime, one that you won’t escape. You press your hand on top of your pounding chest, right above your heart. Your shoulders start to cave in and your hair creates a curtain around you to hide from the two occupants in the carriage. Black spots are now dotting your vision. What Levi said about having no regrets starts to fade away as the impending wrath of Mother comes into mind. Even though she shelters you and showers you with obvious affection, her anger is something you don’t want to witness.

You don’t want to go back to the one place you call home.

A ginger touch on your shoulder makes you jump, your knees banging on the table from fright. Levi is looking at you with inexpressive eyes. You fail to notice the hint of concern and the slight furrow of his eyebrows as he trails his stare from your rapid blinking to your constant lip bites. Your hand raises to stroke a lock of hair back and forth. Your hearing sounds like you’ve been submerged in a tub of cold water. Palace guards at the end of the forest trail? Sounds like a death sentence. Right around your birthday, too.

“Hey,” a soft voice enters your ear. “Hey, sunshine, look at me. Come on.” Levi crouches in front of you, your hair draping on his thighs. He looks up at you, his then expressionless face making way to a softer and calmer look. The hand on your back travels to your nape, keeping your head in place so that you truly return his gaze. His other hand holds your arm in place, both of his thumbs creating circles on your skin to further calm you in your seat. “I’m right here, I’m not on the floor. There you go.” When silver irises meet your distinct ones, the most minuscule of smiles tugs on his lips. “Hi.”

You shakily return the smile (it’s more like a grimace but you can tell Levi accepts it nonetheless). “Hi.”

Levi tucks your hair behind your ear. His soft demeanor changes once he looks back to Yelena, who’s watching the moment between you and Levi with clear amusement. “Did you know anything about the guards that are probably going to kick open this carriage like they own everything?”

Yelena shrugs as if the situation doesn’t affect her at all, which it doesn’t. “I don’t. Onyankopon doesn't either. I have a feeling that they’re going to be there. It’s a fact because you,” she points at a scowling Levi still rubbing circles on your skin, “are a felon before I even came to the tavern for some breakfast. I swear I saw some posters nailed to some trees along the way. That’s how fast the palace guards are, though I think they didn’t get your nose right. Nonetheless, they won’t stop until they catch you. They’re persistent enough as it is but since you stole the princess’s diadem, you just made them even more persistent.”

Levi clicks his tongue in irritation. He looks at you again, his hand now cupping your face, an action that you find comforting. “Think you can run a couple of miles, sunshine?”

Your voice is small when you answer, “I’ll try.”

He nods, not looking away from you. “Just tell me if you feel tired, I’ll carry you.”

“I think that won’t be necessary,” you whisper, turning away from him and hoping that your hair hides your uneasy expression.

Levi stands up from squatting in front of you. He picks up your hair and proceeds to walk towards the back entrance of the carriage. The vehicle jostles and eventually stops, the voices of some palace guards bouncing through the wooden walls. You don’t have to wait for Levi to tell you to start moving because the man instantly opens the back entrance with the stealthiness of a predator.

“If you wish to get away from them, try trekking the path towards where the water never runs empty.”

“Would you stop talking in prose?” Levi says brusquely.

Yelena shrugs. “Adds to the experience, if I do say so myself.”

You tug on Levi’s sleeve, making him stop for a moment. You turn to Yelena with both of your hands pressing on your chest. Timidly, you smile at the teller of destinies. “Thank you, Yelena. I hope this is okay.” You press a kiss on her cheek, stare softening at the sight of the woman’s pink cheeks and flustered blinking.

The black-haired man rolls his eyes, successfully opening the latch to the carriage. He briefly looks behind him to cooly acknowledge Yelena for the last time, “Thanks”. And with that, he carefully pulls you to him. The gravel clashes with the soles of his feet the moment he steps out of your ride to the capital. Knowing the palace guards and their ferociousness in finding things, Levi won’t risk hiding inside the carriage for fear of being discovered not even five minutes after concealing your tracks. He keeps his arm around your waist as he looks from left to right. At every blinding reflection of the sun’s beams on a palace guard’s uniform, Levi immediately pushes you out of view and ducks down as well.

“This is ridiculous!” A palace guard with light brown hair barks to himself. “Shouldn’t we be searching the Underground for that runt?”

A sigh came from a blond guard. “That would be the last place he’ll hide, Oluo.”

“Well, I won’t be surprised if he hid there. He came from that place.”

You curiously peer at Levi’s expression, only to find it stony and impassive.

A feminine voice chimes in next. “This seems like a reminder of what happened nearly twenty years ago. And right around the princess’s birthday, too. It’s supposed to be a festival but here we are.”

“I agree, Petra,” the blond guard backs up. “Whoever that Underground rat is, he’s a heartless piece of shit for stealing the diadem.”

“I mean, he came from down there,” Oluo supplies.

Another guard with black hair joins in. “He’s probably working with the witch who took the princess.”

“Gunther, that’s … not exactly a bad theory,” the woman, Petra, agrees.

“That’s a solid lead, one that will alert Commander Erwin if we have enough evidence,” the blond guard murmurs with a hand on his chin.

“You know what’s better? Finding that Underground thief and getting the prize money for myself!” Oluo laughs haughtily.

“You disgust me, Oluo.”

“Oh, lighten up, Petra—Ow, fuck!”

“How many times is it this day?”

“Probably four? I don’t know, I lost count when he bit his tongue the second time while riding out here.”

“Hey, I think I see something over there!”

“Fuck, really? Where is it, Eld? Is it the thief with the large nose?”

“Sunshine.”

You expectantly stare at Levi, eyebrows downturn at his tone. All the concern and softness he showed you in the carriage vanishes without a trace while hiding from the guards. It started when the two of you heard their conversation, his face smoothening into a blank slate when the topic of the underground city came into play. His stare appears to be dead, with no hint of the caring Levi at all. You wonder if the underground city has anything to do with the change in his demeanor. Then, the remark of the large nose befuddles you. Levi doesn’t have a large nose. It’s actually nicely shaped and fits with his facial aesthetics.

“What is it, Levi?” You try to keep your voice as low as possible.

“When I tell you to run, run with everything you’ve got, you hear me?” You nod. “Okay, they’re getting closer. Don’t ever look back no matter what, alright?” The footsteps become louder every ticking second and Levi is slowly getting up from his squat. He wraps his hand around your arm, pulling you up and pushing you to the side without looking away from the direction of the guards. He stays silent even when the guards appear too close to where the two of you are hiding. The hand on your waist remains secure, reminding you that he’s by your side. The murderous glare on his face intensifies as he says one word,

“Run.”

You’ve never run so hard in your entire life before this day.

Yelena was talking about a dam.

Levi keeps steady hands around your arm and back when you both stop in front of a cliff overlooking a rocky plain. A couple of pebbles trickle down the cliff, the gushing from the water wheels drowning the length of the drop. Down across the barren plain of the dam, a familiar figure dashes out from one of the hidden entrances.

“Who is that?” you whisper to Levi.

“They don’t like me,” Levi sneers.

The guards are just about to come out of the cave that led you two to the dam when a shriek of excitement echoes through its walls.

“Who’s that?” Your tone carries disbelief and perplexity as a brown-haired person emerges in between the many palace guards, their eyes twinkling in glee at the sight of you and Levi, their smile devious because of your hair. Levi notices the blatant staring of the weird person and tenses beside you.

Levi transfers his hand from the small of your back to your waist. “They don’t like me that much either.”

A guard then follows the brown-haired person with his nose in the air.

“Who is that?!”

“Sunshine.” Levi grasps your shoulders. “Let’s just assume that everyone here doesn’t like me.”

“Are you sure that’s him, Squad Leader Hange?” The female guard, Petra, meekly asks. “He doesn’t look like the posters. I mean, his nose is different.”

“I’m sure that’s him!” Hange exclaims, looking back at the last guard who joined his fellow soldiers. “Right, Mike?”

Mike hums, his hand moving closer to his sheathed sword without taking his eyes off of Levi. “His scent is the same as the ones we captured.”

“See!” Hange cheers. “You can blame Jean for the nose problem in the posters. That kid just got in our ranks so he’s bound to make rookie mistakes like this. He drew our descriptions in under an hour so cut him some slack. Erwin even said he’s one of the best artists the guards have had in ages. I bet he’s crying to his fellow recruits about his current predicament right now. Who knows!”

“So that’s the name of the person who’s responsible for the nose inconsistencies in the posters,” Levi mutters under his breath.

“That’s what you’re concerned about?!” You turn to him in bafflement.

The man shrugs nonchalantly.

You narrow your eyes at him before shoving your satchel with your frying pan on his torso, receiving an oof and a look of irritation. You eye the ledge right in front of you, hoping that your makeshift rope of hair loops around the wood to support your weight, and hopefully Levi’s. The said man, however, is still preparing to take down a total of twelve guards at most. Both of you are back to back against each other, each of you gauging what’s standing in the way of those lanterns. You and Levi glance at one another. A wordless agreement travels between you two. Then, you throw your hair around the ledge, twirling around it exactly like you hope it would. Levi takes out the frying pan from your satchel and swings it to the nearest guard, which is the guard named Oluo.

“Be careful, sunshine.”

“Always!”

You swing towards the other side of the dam, away from Levi’s fight with the palace guards.

“By the Walls, did you see how cool the girl is?! The way she used her long hair to swing to a nearby platform like that? I want her, Mike! Her hair is a perfect specimen!”

Once you land on a rock formation, you check Levi. For some reason, you’re not surprised when you see him obliterate every one of the so-called obstacles until all that’s left is the bespectacled guard, the bloodhound as Levi calls him, and the ginger woman who looks like she’s about to piss herself. He’s glowering at the brown-haired person, twirling the frying pan in his hand.

“If you want her, you have to get through me.” Levi wipes the blood that trickles from his lips. That Eld certainly packs a punch. “And I won’t let you touch her or a single strand of her hair, you. shitty. four-eyes.”

Your heart skips a beat.

Before you can dwell deeper into that now-familiar fluttering emotion that you feel around Levi, you blink yourself to the reality that you’re standing near another long drop, with midair waterways being supported by thin planks of wood. The lone person who came from another cave in the dam spots you, sending a wave of panic through your veins. You look back at Levi and you see him saying a bland ‘I’m sorry’ before rendering the female guard unconscious with your frying pan. The brown-haired person squawks at that, now trembling behind the tallest blond since Levi has no remorse for knocking out a person regardless of their gender. You watch with mild adoration when your guide dodges, parries, and attacks Mike with light feather-like agility.

Movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention. The unknown man is starting to kick one of the wooden planks holding the waterways. You feel your blood running cold. He’s directly below you.

“Hey, sunshine! Do you mind if I keep this?” Levi brandishes the frying pan in the air. A few seconds later, a thud resonates from Mike’s fallen body.

A blinding glint glares at you. You gasp, “Levi, look out!”

“Ah, shit, I forgot about shitty four-eyes.”

Shitty four-eyes unnervingly snickers. “Give us back the diadem and we’ll let you go, shorty!”

Levi clicks his tongue. “This is so fucking troublesome.”

“Then it’s better that you give yourself up to us and return the princess’s crown.” Now, the guard sounds angry. How dare this midget disrespect the royal family. A midget from the Underground who looks like he’s so above the monarchy keeping the entire island afloat. Hange wants this man to suffer in the death block. It is what Erwin commanded a few minutes after the theft occurred. And being the follower Hange swore to be, Erwin’s voice is absolute.

Water starts dripping down from the dam. The main beam supporting it is shaking from a constant, rhythmic force. Its creaking becomes deafening as the thin piece of wood comes off and a gush of water rapidly flows from the huge aperture. You look around and focus on the man with a sinister grin on his face. That’s the third beam he destroyed. At each one, his unhinged smile turns into something more malicious until it’s fixed on his face at the successful beam that will flood the entire place. The look on his face is something that Mother usually describes when she talks of the people in the outside world. It’s a face full of animosity and eeriness that preys on naive people like you. Hastily, you prepare to throw your hair at your companion.

“Levi!”

At your shout, Levi stops trying to hit the bespectacled guard with the frying pan and another flash of understanding sheens his eyes. He catches the end of your hair and loops it around his hand. At the same time, you’re looping your hair around the protruding rock acting like an eyesore in the rock formation you’re standing on.

With a confidence that you don’t know you possess, you yell, “Jump!”

For a short period and for some reason that he doesn’t know, Levi trusts you completely to jump off a cliff with only your hair as the lifeline. He can tell you’re straining to hold up his weight, trying his best to lessen your burden by controlling how he holds up to your hair. A panicked call of his name alerts him. Right below him is one of the chaperones that somehow followed him despite separating while entering the dense forest. The goon is holding up a rapier that’s most likely stolen from an unsuspecting palace guard, the tip of the weapon supposedly aimed at his crotch. Like his saviour, you pull your hair up to not let the blade graze Levi, making the goon chase after the gunmetal-eyed man until he lands both feet on the dusty ground. Your guide coughs as the particles cloud his vision for one moment before he jumps back at an idiot’s battle cry. Without exerting that much effort, Levi merely flicks his wrist and gives the man a concussion with your trusty frying pan.

Levi hums, eyeing his newfound signature weapon with a raised eyebrow. “Not bad.”

A shadow looms over his figure. Dread washes over him upon seeing the huge wave of water promising an early death. The briefest sign of panic visible on his features is the slightest twitch of his left eye. On impulse, he searches for you before he gets washed up by the dam’s water capacity. He perks up at your voice. It’s a distinct way of saying his name. If someone were to compare, they’d say it’s the normal way of pronouncing his name. For you, however, you sound so different to his auditory senses, almost like the very first brush of the sun’s fingers on his skin. A sure way of pinpointing you in a cacophony of sounds that would most likely drown you while trekking this trip with him. It’s not working this time. For one second, he even lifts his finger to clean his ear because your voice is literally above him. He thinks the dam’s onslaught of water is playing tricks on his hearing. But when he looks up again, you’re there — falling for him with your hair creating a halo of reflective light.

Just like he promised, he carries you with the smallest of huffs at the impact of your fall.

“I can run, Levi!” you protest in his arms.

He adjusts you in his hold, with you now facing the massive wave gaining speed, hitting rock formations as it destroys everything in its path. Not only is there a dam-worth of water closing in on you, but there’s also a huge boulder coming towards you. It’s enough to keep your mouth shut.

Levi glances at you before hastening his run. “Oh, really? Hold tight, sunshine.”

In the nick of time, the two of you enter a cave on the side of the dam.

Darkness swallows you whole.

Sheltered in a tower your whole life, sensations were never much introduced to you. What it feels like to have each blade of grass tickle your toes or what it sounds like when birds chirp by your ear. The most you know about these things are from the books you re-read every single day with the most jaded countenance. One of these sensations that you never thought you’d experience is drowning. You always picture the ocean when that word comes into a paragraph. An ocean or a deep body of water that renders you immobile, with imaginary shackles pulling your ankles down until you have no choice but to let it drag you to the deepest trenches. You’re not drowning at the moment per se but everything is suffocating you, the cavern’s walls and the rushing water. You’re desperately pounding the frying pan on the rocks surrounding you and your guide but to no avail.

Levi is going back in the rising water to find a loose rock to drain everything. He keeps coming back for air before diving back down. Your frantic state matches with his as you meet gazes — gunmetal irises clashing with yours. At the sight of your crestfallen expression, Levi resolutely slams his body against the cave’s walls, hoping that a slight movement offers you your freedom. Then, he goes to the top of the cave and pushes with all his strength.

“Agh!” His face is lethal as he stares at the darkest hue of gray, almost black, inside the lightless cavern. He hears your gasp but he only grits his teeth and dives down to the bottom of the cave. He glares at nothing the moment he comes up for air. He digs his hands through his hair while saying, “It’s no use. I can’t see anything.”

This frustrates you. You’re at a loss for words. A few minutes earlier, you felt so imprisoned in this cave, now, you’re just angry at yourself for so many reasons. Your breathing becomes ragged. Without thinking about your decision, you mimic Levi and duck yourself in the dark waters filling the small space. Not even an entire minute after you search the bottom in a futile attempt, Levi pulls you to the surface.

“Hey,” Levi’s hands are firm on your arms. “It’s pitch black down there.” He appears to be careful as he tucks your wet hair behind your ear just to see you better in the dark cave. The two of you stare at each other for a lengthy second, his warm fingertips lingering on your chilly skin. He slowly pulls away when you stiffen before wrapping your arms around yourself. “We can’t do anything about it.” He watches you lean on the cave, your lips quivering. He wonders if the cold is starting to creep on you or if you’re preventing yourself from crying. He can’t exactly tell because you’re also shivering in the chest-high water. “Sunshine—”

“This is all my fault,” your voice cracks. “I never should’ve done this. Mother is always right. What you said about making a choice with no regrets … I don’t think I want that anymore. I regret doing any of this. I regret ever taking that leap from the tower.” Your breathing picks up, your fingers tangling with your wet hair until you can feel the stinging pain in your scalp. “I regret—”

“Do you regret saving me?”

When you make no sound at his question, Levi continues, “Do you regret letting me inside your tower? Would you feel better if instead of taking me in and dressing my wound, you threw me out the window?”

Again, you offer no answer. You only tuck yourself in your little ball of solitude. You turn around so that Levi is faced with your back. He sighs at your silence. Even though you’re uncooperative at the moment, he never looks away from your figure. The more time he’s staring at you, he’s losing the tightness of his shoulders and letting himself lean his head on the rough rock. There’s no light filtering inside the cave but his eyes are glowing like stars while checking up on you. His alertness only enhances when he can hear slight sniffles coming from you. He knows that there’s nothing he can do. He has no talent for cheering people up, at least from what Isabelle and Farlan told him a couple of times. Your shoulders are shaking from your low sobs. He can tell from the way you hold them that your answer is yes to his every question.

Levi sighs before opening his mouth again. It stays that way until he clears his throat, at a loss with what he should say to you. Then, after a while of closing and opening his mouth, he settles for, “I’m from the Underground.”

Finally, he can see your face. He fights the urge to tuck your hair behind your ears like he always does. For now, seeing half of your face uncovered with hair is enough for him. Levi gulps down since he has your full attention right now.

It’s bizarre to think how he can maintain eye contact with you while telling his story. “I came from a place called the Underground.” You raise an eyebrow since this is the first time you’ve ever heard of such a place, except for the time when the palace guards were talking about it before the whole chase. “It’s not that different from your tower. Life there is pretty shit, that’s all I can say. You have to endure a fucking lot to be able to survive in that place.” He looks away from you when your eyes lose the glassy sheen of tears. “Thought you should know.” He shrugs as if telling his background to a person he just met is nothing to him.

“I’m happy that you finally experienced the outside world, Levi. If it’s anybody who deserves that, I know it’s you.”

His heart raced against his chest.

You think you two are sharing secrets so while clutching your hair, you utter in a soft voice, “I have magic hair that glows when I sing a certain song.”

Levi slowly turns his head to you. “What?”

“I have magic hair,” you murmur the words slowly before breaking into a smile, “that glows when I sing!” You place your hands on Levi’s shoulders when you feel the water now coming up to your neck. “Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine—”

You gasp your final breath.

Suddenly, the cave glows as if it contains a thousand suns.

“Her hair fucking glows.”

Levi saw everything revolting in the Underground. Given the fact that he grew up with the nastiest pieces of shit of any talent, he’s not phased when placed in peculiar situations. He distinctly remembered how Yelena was not the first fortune teller to ever give him an eerie reading. It was an old lady saying something about how he would grow to be the richest man alive and have a taste of the aboveground. He merely scoffed at the reading and went on his way stealing food from unfortunate dealers. That old lady even vanished without a trace after he decided to come back to her stall, thinking that a piece of stale bread from the surface was enough for payment. (His guilt always ate him since he was young.) Now, it’s your fucking hair. Hair that glowed so blindingly like Levi accidentally swallowed piss water upon seeing it happen. It’s awfully similar to the glow behind his eyelids while you were healing him from his arrowhead wound. It felt like it, too.

Now, his nickname for you sounds fucking fantastic.

“Did I swallow too much water in that cave or am I just seeing things?”

Yeah, great, this must be it. He’s going insane. For someone who maintains his facade in an expressionless state, his eyes are wide and his mouth is in a grim line. He can’t comprehend how your hair actually glows like the fucking sun or something. Well, another weird thing about you he knows. You have hair the length of a tower and it glows. How brilliant is that? He’s starting to spiral and it shows how he remains lying on the grassy riverside while you’re rejoicing a few feet away for being alive.

“Her hair … glows.” He trails off. “Why does her hair fucking glows?!”

He’s been saying fucking a lot this day.

“Levi?”

“Is she eating sunlight or what?”

“Levi!”

“What is it, brat?!”

You two stare at one another like each of you is crazy.

You softly smile at him, trying to appear as if revealing your life’s secret doesn’t bother you in the slightest. To a stranger no less. You pull your hair from the river and attempt to squeeze out the water from the strands. “It doesn’t just glow, Levi.”

Why do you look angelic with the strawberry sky behind you like that?

Levi shakes himself from admiring you like a bumbling idiot when you two need to talk about how your hair was glowing like it has a mind of its own. “Sorry for calling you brat,” he grumbles while picking himself up from the ground.

Great, his clothes are wet. The least he can do is take off his boots and vest and set them aside for the entire night. He starts taking off his vest, glancing at you every so often. He hopes you don’t see him gauging your actions like a schoolgirl who just got their first dose of attraction. His movements start to slack when he sees you putting your hair over your shoulder, giving him a glimpse of your collarbones and neck. It stays like that for a solid minute — you, squeezing water from your hair while he’s gawking like you’re a painting in a gallery. You look up through your eyelashes and meet his gaze. He swears he hears a choir singing in the background at the sight of your smile. A sharp pierce through his chest jolts him out of his trance. Fuck, you’re still looking at him.

Praying that you won’t see the telltale signs of a flush coloring his skin, Levi turns in the direction of the woods. Conviction molds with his steps, never looking back at you because he might bury himself six feet underground if you’re still appearing radiant as a newborn goddess.

“Where are you going?” He hears you shout for him. Still, he continues walking.

“To gather firewood.”

“But aren’t you injured?”

Levi looks down at the gash on his palm. He clicks his tongue. “I can manage.”

Coral skies turn inky black, the stars peeking through the heavens with each chirp of the crickets and forest animals through the night. The tangerine flames of the fire dance alongside the tunes of the fauna. The wet clothing sticking on your skin warms up in an hour of just sitting by the fire. Levi once again volunteered to find any food in the forest and he’s been absent since the night has started. You notice how he never looks you in the eye no matter how many times you try to catch his gaze. He always looks down while moving around your little campsite, occasionally glancing at you when you least expect it but swiftly turns away once he does so. It’s almost like he’s avoiding you. The layer of confusion settles into a pit of nervousness around this man. Maybe he’s doing this because he finds you unconventional.

“I hope you tolerate fish.”

He’s still not looking at you. He’s busy tending to the fish he’s flipping on the frying pan that looks like it’s gleaming against the flames. He must’ve scrubbed it clean so many times before cooking the fish.

You observe him before answering, “That’s the only thing we can catch in this forest, right?”

Levi grunts. “I can’t exactly hunt a deer with a frying pan.”

You hum, patiently waiting for him to finish cooking dinner.

Once he does so, you two enjoy the silence offered by the night. The frying pan is between you two on the grass, both of your hands taking pieces of fish alternatively. Even though there are no seasonings to the fish, you find yourself feeling full from the bland dinner. Since then, you miss the savory soup from the tavern. As if lightning strikes you down, you deflate when you realize that all those garlic bread you salvaged from the establishment was all for naught because of the chase. Just a hint of flavoring should be enough for your tastebuds. You think of surviving with these meals for the next three days and you feel yourself crying internally. If there’s one thing you regret now, that is, not bringing some fruits from Mother’s basket. An apple could’ve been a great addition to the dinner you just had.

“Levi, can you sit here?” You pat the patch of grass beside you, your smile amiable so as not to make him avoid you more.

He narrows his eyes. “Why?”

You roll yours. “I don’t want you getting an infection from that cut.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to … heal it.”

With a skeptical raise of his eyebrow, Levi carefully sits beside you. Your hand gently takes his wounded one and he hisses in reflex. You apologize and oddly enough, you wrap your hair around his palm. He looks back and forth between your concentrating face and hand, not comprehending why you’re using your hair as the dressing. He leans back a little, eyes narrowing as he mutters, “You’re being awfully cryptic as you wrap your enchanted hair around my hand.” His dry tone makes you look up from your handiwork, your tiny sigh never misses his ears. He can tell you’re uncomfortable as well so he tries to contain his comments to himself. He has to commend the way you’re handling his wound though. It nearly makes him laugh, nearly, because he’s anything but fragile.

You sheepishly look at him again. “Just,” you sigh, “don’t freak out.”

“I’ve seen grotesque things in the Underground, sunshine, this should be nothing compared to those.”

You purse your lips. “If you say so.” You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and ready yourself in singing that olden tune Mother used.

“Flower, gleam and glow. Let your powers shine.”

Levi’s eyes gradually widen, the glow from your hair reflected in his scleras. He follows the glow from the roots of your hair down to every single lock. He sees some strands glowing brighter than the others, almost like a golden thread has been woven in your scalp. There are shining silver ones, too. You’re like a beacon in this forest. He leans away when the glow comes to his back.

“Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt.”

It’s tickling, how the wound is starting to close itself. It starts at the edge of the huge cut. There’s still blood seeping through your hair. However, when the glow reaches where his cut is, he can feel the viscous liquid trickle back to his veins. Everything is moving backward in his palm. Are you worth more than any treasure inside the walled kingdom? Because it looks like you’re worth even more than the entire continent combined. You have magic in your veins, in every fiber of your being, and Levi is merely mortal compared to you. Even though he was gifted with adept endurance and prowess in battle, you’re out of his league, everyone’s league for that matter. He can’t conjure a healing spell with a song. You even look so serene while doing that. His wound is stitching itself, every cell rejuvenated to its optimal condition before he recklessly ruined the skin.

“Change the fates' design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.”

His pupils are shaking and his breathing picks up as he stares at you. Then, you finish the song and he can see your eyes glowing with your hair. It dims down at the last syllable of the tune. “What once was mine.” You look so wary and you’re trying to make yourself look small by shrinking in yourself again. He can’t help but stare at you though. He just witnessed you execute the most arcane of abilities. Magic was never prevalent in Paradis and those that were capable enough for such an advanced feat were few and far between. There were no people who tampered with the enchanted arts who publicly announced their talents in front of others. Mostly, they’re like Yelena who hides behind masks, catering their learnings to an unaware audience. They say it’s easier to push for folly when ignorance is in play.

It’s only then that Levi detects your dainty hand unwrapping your hair from his now healed one. He raises his clean appendage in the air, his blank face not betraying what he thinks. Your mind is a mess at this point. He opens his mouth but you stop him before he utters a word.

You hastily wave your hands in front of you. ���Please don’t freak out!”

Levi closes his mouth. Now, he’s thoughtful. He unconsciously hums like everything that happened during the day sounds so interesting to him all of a sudden. “I’m not freaking out,” he bluntly tells you. You brighten a little at that so he continues to make you feel better without him realizing it. “I’m just interested in what your hair does and the magical qualities that it possesses.” He raises his chin in observation. “How long has it been doing that exactly?”

You twirl a lock of hair around your finger, a nervous chuckle spilling from your lips. “Since as long as I can remember.”

“Is this the reason why your mother has been overprotective of you?” The annunciation of the words starts slow, tentative. He has no plans of you putting on your shell any time tonight. If he has to be beside you for the next days leading to the festival, he should understand how important you are and how much magic you are carrying inside your little body. That way, he will do a better job at fending off threats that dare breathe in the same radius as you, like those weird palace guards that look like they’re going to dissect you any time of the day.

As expected of your guide, he nails it with his perceptive guesses. You laugh a little yet it doesn’t contain the same lightheartedness that you’re attempting to portray. “Mother told me that people tried to cut it when I was young, that a single strand can cure epidemics and a whole lock can bring back the dead. But once it’s cut,” you put your hair over one shoulder, letting Levi see a piece of hair on your nape that’s slightly different, “it loses its magical qualities and turns darker in shade. It will never grow back again.” You thoughtfully run your hands over the hair that’s slinging on your shoulder. “A power like this has to be protected. That’s why Mother told me to … that’s why I never …” You hum, tightly closing your eyes simultaneously to the painful clench to your heart.

“That’s why you never left that tower,” Levi finishes, eyebrows furrowing at the revelation. A puppy can be put into shame at the way you’re staring at Levi right now. God, please don’t look at him with those eyes. You look so lost that he’s starting to feel sympathy. “And you still want to go back there?”

Your breathing hitches. “No! … Yes?” You groan, burying your face in your palms. “I don’t know, Levi.” Your tiny reply compels him to wrap his hand around the crook of your elbow, rubbing comforting circles on your skin. “It’s complicated.”

“Hmm.”

“So,” you prolong the syllable to change the subject.

Levi rolls his eyes, knowing what’s in store with your tone. His shoulders are still relaxed so he’s not as guarded as he expects himself to be.

“If you don’t mind, I’m actually curious about the Underground.”

He snorts. “Figured.” Levi stares at the flickering flames of the fire. “I don’t want to spare you the details of my orphaned life. When I told you that life there is pretty shit, I mean it both literally and figuratively. Everything stinks — the alleyways, the houses, even the streets. It’s fucking rancid there, wonder how I survived my whole life.” The idle noises of the forest fill in the gaps. He hears you scoot closer to him, your chin resting on your propped hands. It’s refreshing to see someone so invested in what he’s about to say. Eyeing you in the corner of his eye, a small smirk lifts his lips. “Just like any other kid down that shithole, I constantly dreamed of seeing the stars, tasting the sun, and feeling every sensation nature offered. My friends used to talk about their goals with each other and they all align with mine. But what really made me want to go to the surface, are the lanterns they released during the princess’s birthday. Someone important to me told me that they're nothing like the stars because you can reach them with your hand.” He nudges you with his shoulder, eliciting giggles from you. “Sounds familiar, sunshine?”

Admiration blossoms inside your stomach. So you share the same dream. Partnered with the orange flames, your eyes earn another shine that nearly made Levi choke in his saliva. You look so childishly innocent. You tilt your head and a lock of hair covers your eye. With half-lidded eyes, Levi reaches out and tucks it behind your ear, his touch lingering on your earlobe.

You smile. “I’m so happy we share the same dream, Levi.”

A fluttering occupies Levi’s stomach, something he has never experienced before.

“This becomes even more special now, knowing that I’ll get to witness the floating lanterns with you.”

Warmth creeps up his neck, cheeks, and ears. It’s the domino effect — starting with the foreign fluttering, then the fast-paced heartbeat, finally the warmth. Now, he can hear the walls in his chest breaking.

“I look forward to seeing them with you, Levi. For some reason, I’m glad it’s you.”

Fucking hell. He’s in danger.

Levi clears his throat, looking away from your beautiful visage. “You should sleep. I’ll take first watch.” He stands up from the ground and excessively pats his pants free from dirt.

“Good night, Levi.”

He looks back at you and sees that you start surrounding yourself with your hair as if it’s a makeshift pillow and blanket. He pauses for a moment before softly returning, “Good night, sunshine.”

That night, you dream of small wishes flickering their glow in front of you, their surfaces clear to you as they reveal images you never saw in your life. You drift yourself to sleep with a small smile on your face, giddiness overtaking you at the thought of having your dream within your reach for once, and you have one person to thank that for.

sunshine taglist:

@leviskata @lynnleanist @chloe-loves-levi @midaribaby @tenaciouswritersheep @araveticazx @coyloves @hanges-gf @regalillegal @p1nkfl0wers @icansmellsouls @hehesafa @cherrytomato2 @notplutos @roseabelle21 @misslovingpearl @podochu @lattebabie @levislovingwife @langaslefthairstrand @bratckerman @bokkunto @butterfly-skinnylegend @notgoodforlife @fvckingeetar

[yagamisdiary]

I’m so intrigued to know what inspired you to write a Fantasy story after Parasite? Pls don’t take offense but I really never expected you to write something like Eldia since your first release was a college au.

Eldia is a breath of fresh air for me, esp on a platform like Wattpad (where I see recycled modern fics of Jean)

You’ve been doing such a phenomenal job so far & a rare one might I add❕When I got a couple chapters into Eldia I began to feel a spectacle of feelings I haven’t had for a fanfic in A WHILE. I hope I can also experience the creative possession you get when writing your work. <3

omg wow thank u sm this made my day ☹️

honestly i just wanted to prove to myself i could do it because modern au is soooo easy to write and everyone was like praising me for something that wasn’t even that hard so i was like….

oh y’all wanna see me WRITE WRITE???????

& i felt like doing a tangled insp fic it’s just had to be fantasy you know like i need the magic i need the movie scene feeling and if i was gonna do a jean fic based believe i’m mixing some yummy flynn ryder into the book

fantasy is definitely a lot more challenging to write compared to modern au so when i get compliments on it, it means way more than parasite compliments (even tho those throw me over the moon too i love u all)

i guess i just put more effort into eldia in ways i didn’t in parasite bc i have to make an entire story from scratch (with inspo obvi) unlike in parasite when i just wrote based off my life

[rmd-writes]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

I was tagged by the lovely @cha-melodius 💖

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Top 5 works I’m proudest of (in reverse chronological order)

1. Soon (Tarlos) because 3,700 words written in 100-word chapters was a challenge, albeit a fun one! There were times when I was tempted to just say “fuck it” and write the rest of the fic as per usual, but I’d said I was going to do it in drabbles, and I’m stubborn and competitive enough to compete against myself, so 37 very smutty, very short chapters it was! I didn’t reread the earlier parts until I’d finished the whole thing and I’m really pleased at how cohesive it was in the end.

2. Let’s Get Physical (Tarlos) because of the coding I learned (thanks @celeritas2997 !) to be able to include Instagram posts and images within the fic

3. What, like it’s hard? (RWRB) because of the sheer amount of time and effort that went into writing that fic, and I think it has some of my best writing in it.

4. what i want (what you deserve) (Tarlos) because taking a fic written by someone else, and writing the alternate pov - without simply repeating everything that was in the original fic - was tricky but fun. Thank you Lola for letting me play in your universe!

5. Feeling kind of sketchy (Schitt’s Creek) because it’s a slightly different style to the way I usually write

Top 4 current wips I’m excited about

Hmm, this isn’t strictly a list of wips as not all of these have actual words typed yet but:

1. (un)professional services, my collab with @welcometololaland - we’re just having a lot of fun!

2. More Tarlos gym au

3. RWRB lawyer au part 3 aka the reveal

4. samba!Carlos (mostly cos the image I have in my head of Carlos in this fic is 🔥 and I wanna write about him)

Top 3 improvements in my writing

This was really hard to come up with!

1. A year ago, I definitely would not have been able to tell a story that is both believable on the face of it, but also as the precursor to a fairly significant twist. See for eg, to the victor, the spoils and you’re all that i need

2. Related, but not quite the same, I think my story telling has improved generally

3. I’m checking my stats less, which is far healthier. Is that an improvement in my writing? Maybe not directly, but it’s related.

Top 2 writing resolutions

1. I’ve said this before, but to use a beta more regularly. I do a lot of beta reading myself so I know the benefits of using one, and I do generally have a friend or two living in my docs and to bounce ideas with. But I know my writing could be improved on immensely by taking the time to have a friend actually beta it!

2. I don’t have to do All The Things

Number 1 favorite line

I’m cheating and this is two lines but they belong together and I can’t split them:

They say goodbye in the watery dawn light, between soft cotton sheets, in a tangle of limbs; writing their love for each other into their bodies with every gentle sweep of their fingers, every tender brush of their lips, every roll of their hips and the press of their bodies together.

They say goodbye in the hush of words whispered into the space that feels sacred between them, reminders of a love that feels infinite and unknowable, and yet a love that Alex knows as surely as if it were tattooed onto his skin for the world to see.

Tagging @paper-storm @actual-sleeping-beauty @strandnreyes @treluna4 @stereopticons @mostlyinthemorning @hippolotamus @cinnaluminum @liminalmemories21 and anyone else who wants to play

[dandelionlovesyou]

If THG's characters are a fanfic writers/readers, what do you feel would be their AO3/ffn account name and icon?

Also, what would be their preferred read (example : rating = K, T, G, M, E; type = canon, canon-divergent, modern AU etc.) and what kind of comments would they leave on a fic?

You can include as many characters as you can or want.

Thank you so much 😊

@curiousnonny

Hi @curiousnonny!

Thank you for sending this ask to the fandom world =) I super enjoyed everyone's answers. Here is my take =D

Katniss - I’d say she’s mostly a reader of Prim’s and Madge’s fics. She didn’t even make her account, Madge made it for her at the library with her phone using the school’s free WiFi. Madge named her account ineedAwarmaHug0508 and Katniss was totally mad about it, but she didn’t know how to edit or delete the account so she just scowled at Madge the whole week. One day, Madge showed her a black and white fanart sketch of her OTP made by Whatsyourfavoritecolor314 and she decided to subscribe to it. She didn’t know the whirlwind she was in for because this account updated regularly and posted impeccable works. At night, she would end up reading the fanfics that Whatsyourfavouritecolor314 made the fanart for. Rating limit: M. But writers often rate their stories lower so …

Prim - Writes mostly fluffy stories. Those with cats and dogs, warm hugs, flowers, and the meadows. Loves modern AU and travel fics. She lets her ship kiss in the third chapter because she can’t stand slow burn. Madge always tells her to wait and to build things up even more but she doesn’t like it. If they’re meant to be then they’re meant to be. Her OTP likes holding hands, smiling at each other with the biggest and goofiest smiles, and making chicken soup and hot tea when one is sick. They always get married at the end. Toastbabies are a must in every epilogue. Her account would be lifeisbeautiful. Her icon would be a yellow flower.

Peeta - Of course a fan artist! But he also dabbles in writing because he is very good with words. He’s Whatsyourfavoritecolor314 and he supports all kinds of fan artists out there. He would leave a lengthy comment that you would reserve reading last because you want to take your time savoring his praise and replying to his comment. His writing is mostly dark and he writes every time he has a nightmare. It helps him sort out what’s real and what’s not real. His writing account is under a different name: nobodyneedsme. Finnick and Rye are the only two people who know his writing account. He often gets fic recs from people in the fandom.

Johanna - Definitely a chili pepper in her writing. She loves writing threesomes, narrating all the bodily fluids that get released and sucked by whoever in the tangled mess of limbs and hair. Invents words for body parts that leave everyone wet and blushing. She uses languages from her heritage and loves making things spicy hot (hot! hot! hot! ) Only writes angst, and canon-typical violence, and there is no assurance of a HEA. Read at your own risk. You don’t like it? Don’t read. Never skip the trigger warnings in her fics. She couldn’t care less about hits and subscribers. She has a gazillion followers though, because of her smutty fics, and she rolls out drabbles faster than you can send an ask. Account name: JoMason07

Rue - besties with Prim. They do a lot of collab during the weekends and have an actual notebook where they write their ideas. They switch between chapters and plot the whole story together while giggling like crazy for their OTP. Rue makes a playlist for all of their fic and they listen to it while they write for inspo. Account name: ihavewings. Writes K to T, but she and Prim are thinking of writing up to M after they graduate from high school.

Effie - fandom mom. Organizes writing sprints, book rereads, and challenges. Checks up on everybody. Runs an impressive archive and posts like clockwork. She invests in setting up prizes for challenge writers, fan artists, and readers. Reads all fics. M are her faves. 

Haymitch - reader of historical AUs. Leaves drunk comments which Plutarch Heavensbee has to rationalize. His icon would be his goose.

Gale - reader. And he only reads because he found out from Prim and Rory that Katniss reads fanfiction. He loves historical AUs and multi-chapter dark fics. He leaves comments that create an uproar and he gets into a heated exchange every time. His icon would be a black and white wolf with piercing eyes. Account name: SilentHunter

Annie - ships extraordinary ships. Super loyal to her extraordinary ship, writing stories that go up to 70+ chapters. She writes until her characters are senior citizens, living peacefully and loving each other just like when they were teenagers. Icon: a lady with her back to the camera, staring peacefully at the horizon by the beach. Name: lovingstories

Finnick - loves dragon fics and fairy tale/ Greek/Roman-inspired fics. He doesn’t write but leaves lengthy comments that give writers ideas to research and integrate into their stories. Name: anysecretsworthmytime. Icon: A photo taken from behind of him hugging Annie during their afternoon walks by the beach. 

Cinna - reader, gif, and fic aesthetic maker. He helps you leave an impression. Icon: eye with gold eyeliner. Name: eyeforbeauty

I suppose that’s it. This was fun and hard at the same time. Lol.

Take care, @curiousnonny

[joyfulhopelox]

Cut to the Chase (m)

Pairing: Jimin x reader (Lawyer!au)

Genre: smut

Warnings: pwp, all consensual: dom/sub (interchanged between the 2 characters), pet names, hate sex, unprotected sex (fictional characters can, you can’t, wrap it before you tap it!) some light bdsm themes (pinching, biting, ass slapping once!), oral (m receiving), begging, no aftercare, a bit of cockwarming? lots of dry humping….swearing….think that’s it?

Summary: The rivalry between you and Jimin knows no boundaries. Yet whenever there is a need for release you always seek each other out. Let the games begin.

Word count: 3.4k

rating : 18+

A/N: Huge thank you to @bangtanhome for not only being my beta but also my support and fangirling with me over this Jimin. Thank you Moon ILY so much for taking the time to edit, scream and once again giving me incredibly useful pointers! You are an angel. I meant it when I said I will dedicate all my nsfw work to you. I couldn't have reached this point without you.

This is a side story to my mafia!au chaptered fic Voir Dire (you don't have to read that first, this can be read as a stand alone). Originally I was not going to write this then I changed my mind and here we are! (@mochi-molala i'm not sorry by the way)

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox for both the work and the banner

As always please leave feedback and/or talk to me as i love to hear from you, or feel free to leave a drabble request as they are open and I would love to hear your ideas! Enjoy!

“What was your case about?”

Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, your eyes widen at him. You weren’t prepared for this question by any means and so your mouth agape struggling to get the words out. “I thought we wouldn't discuss cases.” You finally managed to blurt out, and Jimin smirked. “Then let’s not discuss cases, there is a reason you called me here, and it’s not to make small talk.” You wanted to tell him that you doubted he was making small talk with the person on the phone, the aggravation in his voice a clear indication. Yet, your brain couldn’t form any more words as he grabs you by the back of your neck, placing his soft lips onto yours in a rough kiss. You gasp, your lips giving him enough room for him to slide his tongue in your mouth. The kiss is not romantic, it was cold and rough, but a distraction that you needed. With a moan, you let yourself be pulled under him on the couch, the hard planes of his body easily dominating yours.

Moaning into the kiss, you bucked your hips to meet his, the dry friction of his belt buckle against your clit causing a spark of electricity to run up into the pit of your stomach. Your lips attacked each other in a frenzy, the smacking sounds echoing throughout your apartment only broken by the heavy breaths you took in between. Bruised and battered, your lips felt on fire as he nipped at them, his hand tangling in your hair in an attempt to bring you even closer to him. “Jimin-” You let out a breathy moan, your voice muffled under the attack of his lips. Pausing his assault on your mouth at the sound of your voice, he propped himself up on his elbows, the hand in your hair now resting by the side of your face.

The couch felt cramped, with him on top of you, you felt cornered, unable to escape. Yet this has always been the nature of your relationship. He would dominate whenever you would find yourselves in this situation, which happened to be a lot more than you’d care to admit. Not one to submit, you’d try to fight him for the lead, but in the end, you’d always end up a writhing moaning mess under his firm ministrations. There were no feelings between the two of you, there will never be. It was just pure unadulterated pleasure and both your needs to let go of frustrations.

Your first sexual encounter was years after you passed the bar, the both of you sharing so many connections and hanging around the same crowd during parties. It started with a few heated drunken gazes that never went further than that. Until one night when you found yourselves at a company party, in a bathroom, your tight dress pulled up to your waist and him pounding his length into you with so much ferocity it didn’t take long for you to come. The anger and the stress of your job, your unspoken frustrations and bitterness fuelled this consensual relationship. Since then, you’d call on each other whenever you needed. You would never feel anything more than hatred for Park Jimin, that much you knew, but you decided that you couldn’t avoid him.

You could feel the length of his body pressing against yours, his legs slotted between yours. He was close, yet not close enough for you to be able to fulfill your own desire. With a huff you pulled on the lapels of his suit. “Park.” The warning in your voice didn’t phase him, it just made him smirk. The power play had begun.

“Y/N, do you know how expensive this suit was?” You opened your mouth to respond, only to be thrown into a world of pleasure as Jimin suddenly thrust his hips forcefully against yours. “Did I say you could talk?” You mewled, your eyes tightly shut. You could see white dots behind your eyelids as the pleasure from him rubbing against your mound mixed in with the pain of his belt buckle slapping against your pussy lips. With your mouth parted in a silent moan, you threw your head back, the electrical sensation running from your cunt to the pit of your stomach too much for you to handle. Jimin grunted as he slammed his hips against yours once more, this time letting his whole weight drop on top of you. “That’s it, kitten.” The way you came undone under him made his dick uncomfortably hard in his trousers. Your head was thrown back against the couch exposing your neck to him, your chest moulding into the hard planes of his and your legs were shaking from the strain of trying to lift yourself up to meet his assault. You already looked thoroughly fucked and he’s barely done anything.

With a bout of male pride blooming in his chest, he smirked. “Look at you, so needy, so wanting.” The hand that was previously in your hair trailed a path down your neck, towards the side of your breast where he stopped. Taking his time, he ran his thumb against the soft flesh underneath, earning him another moan. “That’s it. Talk to me, let it all out.” With a wicked grin he quickly pinched your hardened nipple between his fingers.

“Park.” You tried to sound threatening once more, yet the hot pleasure running through your veins prevented you from doing so. Instead, even to your ears, you sounded so wanton you would have blushed under normal circumstances.

“Yes, Y/N?” The fingers holding your hardened pebble pressed harder. He wanted you to beg, to submit. Gasping, your hands tightened on his suit jacket and with the last of your sanity you managed to mutter, “ lf you stop now I swear I will make you regret this.”

Jimin laughed at your attempt to threaten him. As if he was planning to test your patience, he let his hand drop from your breast back onto the couch at the same time as he slid his leg from between yours and lifted himself up. “Now kitten, that is not a nice thing to say.” His plump lips in a permanent smirk irked you.

You may have been a writhing mess underneath him until now, but it wasn’t like you didn’t have a few wild cards up your sleeve. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows to get closer to him, your knee lifted slightly coming into contact with the growing bulge in his trousers. Pressing just enough to create friction, you mirrored his smirk as you watched him close his eyes in an effort to remain silent.

“Y/N.” A warning in the form of a growl rumbled from his chest.

“Park.” You purred back, your finger trailing down the buttons of his shirt feeling the taut muscles underneath.

You revelled in this power play, the constant push and pull, the change in who was dominating and who was submissive, just the thought of it made your muscles clench. You could feel how wet you were, any slight movement making your panties stick to your pussy. Suppressing a moan, you tried to rub your legs against each other in an attempt to get the friction that you needed.

“Tsk, not so fast, kitten.” Jimin’s knee, still slotted between your legs, pressed down onto the side of your thigh stopping you from chasing your high. With a groan you decided that enough was enough. The hand that trailed down his shirt reaching its destination you grabbed onto his belt and pulled him roughly towards you. “I’m done playing games, Park. You either come fuck me or you get the heck out of my apartment.”

“You don’t say so, cat’s got claws now huh?” His plump lips molding into a tantalising smirk, he pressed his knee harder against your thigh. It’s painful and you knew it was going to bruise, but the hand that reached out to grab a handful of your inner thigh was a good distraction. It’s dangerously close to your wet core, so close that the imprint of his fingers seemed to be directly on your cunt than your thigh. Jerking from the unexpected sensation your hands grasped at anything that could ground you in place. You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. You wouldn’t let him win. “What was that?” He leaned in closer to you, his lean body pressing into you once more.

“Fuck you, Park Jimin.” You could barely speak, his closeness trapped his hand between the two of you, the pad of his thumb now directly slotted between your panty clad lips. The pressure felt incredible, and you arched your back in an attempt to push against him. “You’re wearing trousers, kitten, and I can still feel how wet you are. Are you that horny for my dick?” Without warning, the pressure increased as he started to drag his hand up and down, your slick underwear now bunched between your nether lips.

Pressing himself harder into you, he dragged the hand trapped between your bodies to lift the hem of your shirt before taking it off. Without a care for your clothes, he pulled it up swiftly, exposing your breasts to him. His hardness made direct contact with your heated core as he roughly kneaded your breasts through your bra. Whimpering, the painful sensation from his earlier assault mixed with the pleasure of him rubbing himself against you gets you closer to your release. You could feel the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach feeling like hot white coals. You knew that if you came undone like this he’d win, but when the hand on your breasts grabbed your bra and pulled it up and his hot mouth latched onto your nipple tightly, you don’t care anymore. Bucking uncontrollably under him, you felt your pussy muscles clench, moaning his name loudly as your release washed over you unexpectedly.

“Mm, you look appetising when you come.” His pants brush over the sensitive nub, his teeth still nipping at your breast. Still coming down from your high, your thighs trembling, all you could do is whimper at the sensation. “I think this is Jimin 1; Y/N 0, don’t you?” Despite the small shocks that travelled up your spine from the aftermath of your orgasm, you grit your teeth.

“Fuck-” with effort you managed to push him away from you, “- you.” You untangled your leg from under him and you pressed your foot against his chest. With the last of your strength, you shoved him away from you, his back slamming into the other end of the couch. Not wasting another moment you got up, steadying yourself before you slid your shirt off completely, leaving your bra askew and you stepped out of your trousers. His heated gaze observing every move like a predator made your skin crawl in anticipation. Once you stepped over that boundary, there was no turning back, it would be a battle of dominance. That thought almost made you moan, the expectation of what was to come made you wetter.

Sauntering over to him, you made a show of swinging your hips, your hands grabbing your breasts pinching your own nipples. “Is this what you want, Park?” Knees touching, you bend down over him, locking your lips in a heated kiss. There was no room for taking it slow, your tongues battling for dominance, Jimin moaned in your mouth as your hand reached down to grip him through his trousers. Palming his length, your other hand slid around his neck, fingers tangling into his short hair.

You loved to see him squirm under your touch, but you were impatient, the feeling of his hardness under your palm reminding you of what he felt like inside of you. In a frenzy you let go of him and undid his buckle, unzipping his trousers at the same time. The sound of your pants as you unlocked your lips echoed through your apartment.

“Vixen.” Jimin moaned as you pulled at his pants, hips jerking under your touch. Smirking, you glanced down, unsurprisingly he wasn’t wearing any underwear, the sight of his hard dick against his still clothed stomach made your mouth water. “I see you are ready for me.” You were taunting him and he didn’t like it one bit.

Without another word you dropped to your knees, your mouth wrapping around the tip, the taste of his precum invading your tastebuds. Moaning over his length you allowed him to push fully into your mouth, your tongue gliding over the sensitive underside. Taking him hungrily inch by inch in your mouth, you stopped once his tip hit the back of your throat, your hand gripping the rest of him. Bobbing your head up and down his length slowly, you savoured every breathy moan you elicited from him. The wet slurping sounds mixed with Jimin’s throaty moans made goosebumps rise on your skin and you felt your arousal burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N, you’re taking me so good. Your mouth feels incredible around my dick.” Jimin bucked his hips at the feel of your warm wet tongue tracing patterns along his shaft, his hand pulling at your hair. You increased your pace, humming at the taste of him, the vibrations causing Jimin shudder. The frenzied buck of his hips are an indication of his approaching climax, soyou slowed down your pace, dragging your lips towards his tip letting his cock go with a plop.

“Not yet, Park.” Your breath brushed over his length, now fully coated in your saliva, sending a shock of electricity up Jimin’s spine. He looked down at you, his lustful gaze taking in your dishevelled state. Your lips were wet and swollen and your hair was in disarray from his fingers pulling at it.

“Come here, kitten.” He motioned for you to get up, only for you to refuse him with a mischievous grin.

Slowly getting up, your knees bruised from the floor, you made sure his eyes were on you as you put on a show of slowly sliding down your panties. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you smirked and as you threw your underwear across the room, you slowly climbed on top of him. “Time to beg baby.” You leaned in to whisper against his lips, your tongue darting out to lick at the bottom one.

“Y/N.” He tried to sound assertive, finding the prospect of having to beg you for release degrading. But when you lowered your sopping wet cunt on top of his cock and started to rub yourself against him, the friction sent shockwaves down his spine, he found himself moaning out loud. “Please.”

“It’s not nice when it turns back round on you, is it?” Your fingers dug into his muscles as your hips carried on thrusting against his throbbing length. If he wasn’t so enthralled by the way your breasts moved along with your hips, he would’ve smirked. You were finally letting your dominant side take over.

The feeling of your wetness coating his dick and your pussy lips spreading over his length made his breath hitch. He would come soon all over you if he let you carry on. With tremendous effort he dug his fingers into your hips, halting your movement. “I don’t think so, cat.”

His hand on your breast squeezed once more before he brought it down to your dripping cunt. The sight of his length against your mound made him lick his lips. You looked delicious enough to eat, but he wanted to be inside you. His fingers found your clit and he pinched it roughly, making your hips spasm. “You are so wet, so sensitive.” As if to demonstrate, he thumbed your clit at a quick pace, almost making you lose your balance.

“Fuck.” You rasped, your hands settling on his shoulders in an attempt to keep you up right.

“What was that about turning back round?” Without a warning Jimin stopped his rhythmic thrum of your sensitive bud to grasp his dick and aim it straight at your entrance. You were so wet that it only took one thrust for him to enter you, sheathing himself in your pussy. “Look at that, smooth like butter.” You gasped at the fullness of him inside of you, your muscles clenching tightly against him. Languidly he started moving, his hips setting a slow pace that made you shiver. “Jimin.” You rasped your fingers digging further into his taut muscles. “Faster.” You begged not caring anymore how wonton you looked, all you wanted was his hardness to speed up the pace, to bottom you out.

“What was that, vixen? If you want it faster how about you fuck yourself on my dick?” Jimin taunted you, satisfied with your undone state. Not needing to be told twice you slammed your hips down his length, the feeling of his tip reaching deep inside of you making your lips part in a silent scream. “You’re taking me so well Y/N, made for my dick.” His praise awoke something inside of you, and your cunt clenched around him, milking him as you started to ride him.

Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you increased your pace, your hips snapping against his in a frenzied state. Your muscles were quivering with the strain and you let your forehead rest against the nape of his neck, your hot breath against his sweaty skin making him shiver. “That’s it baby girl, ride my dick, make yourself come.” The hand that supported your lower back slid down to your ass and he grabbed a handful of it before slapping it. Your walls spasmed around his cock, the feeling of his dick deep inside of you paired with the sting from the slap made you see stars. Your breathy moans in his ear spurred him on, he could tell you were getting tired by the way your pace slowed down. Deciding to give you a hand, his fingers grabbed your hips roughly. Without allowing you to readjust, he slammed you down at the same time as he bucked his hips, the tip of his cock reaching deep inside of you. The feeling of his length hitting your cervix made you scream out in pleasure.

“Jimin, I’m going to-” You bit his shoulder roughly as you reached your peak, painting him with your cum.

“Good girl” Jimin panted, “Let me feel you come all over my cock, kitten.”

Spasms washed over you, your thighs trembling from the intensity of your climax you fought to prevent yourself from falling on top of him. With your nerves on fire, you let him take over. Jimin felt your pussy clenching and unclenching around him and knew he wouldn’t last longer.

“Y/N, I’m going to cum.” He grunted his hips moving at an unrelenting tempo. You moaned into his shoulder barely able to utter a word. “Inside, Jimin, please!” Once he’s been given permission Jimin didn’t hesitate and with one last powerful thrust he felt his muscles tighten as he emptied himself inside of you.

The sudden silence that enveloped you both seemed louder than your pleasure induced moans from before. Jimin was still inside of you, the last drops of his cum milked by your pussy clenching around him. Sighing, you knew this would have to end soon. Now that you’ve both reached your high, the tension between the two of you was not sexual anymore. The feelings of loathing washed over you again and you pushed yourself up with a huff. The feeling of his softening dick sliding out of you followed by the warmth of his cum made you shiver.

“Nice fuck, Park. I’ll bring you a towel to clean yourself up.” You padded towards your bathroom. Finishing wiping the remnants of his cum from your legs you picked up a hand towel and wet it. As you came out of the bathroom, the silence that greeted you and the sight of your empty apartment a clear indication that Jimin’s diped and dashed. Sighing, you threw the towel against the couch as you felt your whole body relax. Some things will never change.

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[jayeeintheclouds-inactive]

wake up, stop dreaming

(part 1 of empty thrones and heavy crowns)

Notes: angst, major character death, second archon war, adeptus reader, dying zhongli, dead xiao + other adepti, au where rex lapis still has his gnosis, geo reader, implied (very vague) past zhongchi, unedited i have a project due in 3 days and i have not started procrastination 101

Summary: When your beloved father dies, a part of you does too.

Baba: Father in Chinese

a/n: pls forgive me i can’t describe dead bodies or write angst properly. oh the woes of being illiterate 👍

Your father had graced the world of Teyvat with his presence for nearly ten thousand years, and you think that you should’ve seen this coming.

Screams and shouts of the people of Liyue fill the air continously, becoming a constant ringing in your ear. But that is not what you focus on right now.

“Rest,” You whisper with a sad but serene look on your face. In your arms lay Xiao, who has finally succumbed to the darkness he had battled for years. He is dying, and you know that. There is nothing you can do to help him.

“You’ve served Liyue for so long. Take your well-deserved break, Alatus.” Your voice trembles, yet you still put a smile on your face for him. He opens his eyes for the last time, and you watch helplessly as his amber eyes lose all light. There is an uncharacteristic smile on his face.

Slowly, you lift his body from your lap and lay it down on the ground, making sure to arrange his blood-stained hair in the most presentable way possible. Caressing his hair, you carefully slot a Qingxin flower between his broken fingers - two of the flower’s petals have fallen off, and the rest are crumpled and dried. You don’t care.

Just as Xiao’s body starts to disintegrate into blue particles, you place a chaste kiss on his forehead before his body completely disappears. You mutter a soft prayer for your fallen friend and fellow adeptus whose contributions to Liyue will never be forgotten.

You look around. Your heart feels empty, and even though you know why, you don’t wish to face the truth. Many of the adepti, like Ganyu and Mountain Climber have long ascended to Celestia. If you could turn a blind eye to the blood-stained mountaintops of Jueyun Karst, you would’ve almost fooled yourself into thinking that this was just another peaceful, tranquil day.

But then a chill runs down your spine, and that’s when you know something isn’t right. Instinctively, you teleport to your father.

That’s where you see your worst nightmare.

Rex Lapis, in all his pride and glory, is sprawled on the ground. His archon clothing is torn and bloodied; a huge gash is visible on his chest. What usually was neat and smooth brown hair was now tangled and spread on the floor, with burnt edges of his hair. Most importantly, his eyes are shut. They shouldn’t be.

“Baba!” You scream hysterically the moment you see his state, and rush over to him at once.

“No. No, no. No,” You mutter, your face drained of colour. Gently, you turn his body around with shaky hands. Rex Lapis in his human form groans softly, letting you know that there is still life in him, and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

But the hope doesn’t last long. Similar to what you saw when you were with Xiao, the light in your father’s eyes is fading.

He sees you, and he cracks a smile. Wincing, he raises his right hand to place it on your cheek. You hold it firmly.

“You... you shouldn’t see me like this...” He mutters weakly, still fighting to keep the smile on his face. You choke on your tears.

He continues. “How many years... have I been on this world?”

“Shut up. You aren’t dying,” You lie to him (and yourself).

He only chuckles, but coughs out blood right after. You try hard not to grimace or cry louder.

“I’ve finished all my duties...”

“No.”

“Both Celestia and I believe...”

“No.”

“...that is it time I step down...”

“No!”

He ignores your pleas. “Do you remember when you were a very young adeptus... you were too scared to... let my hand go...”

You squeeze his hand tighter against your cheek, staining it with your tears.

“I do remember. And I am still scared to let it go.”

Because I fear that if I let it go, you will be gone forever.

It’s like your father can read your thoughts. He takes your other hand that is gripping on his archon clothing tightly, and caresses your hand with it. You can feel how his fingers tremble ever so slightly, getting his blood on your hands. You pay no mind.

“...Your dad and I will be waiting for you.”

“No. You aren’t going. Not now.”

But you too think that it is finally his time to go. He has been on this world for so long - just how many years of suffering and grief has he endured? You don’t want to imagine. Both you and your father believe that he should be having his well deserved break in Celestia, but right now, you can’t help but selfishly wish for him to stay with you just a little longer.

His fingers start to lose grip, and you swallow a scream.

“I hate you, Baba.”

“...I know, and I’m sorry. I love you.”

“...Will you tell me what Celestia is like when you reach there? I want to hear your stories again.”

“...Of course.”

When he finally goes limp in your arms, a part of you dies.

It’s like you’re a robot. You can’t tell what expression you’re making right now. Is it grief? Is it denial? Is it frustration?

His cold dead body is still in your arms, and even though your brain is screaming at you, He’s dead, he’s dead! There’s no use! You are desperately searching for any sign at all that would provide you the littlest of hope.

But there is nothing. His body is cold, his limbs unmoving, and his heart dead silent.

You finally scream.

Refusing to let go of his body, you hug his corpse tightly to you. You can’t hear anything now. The screams and shouts of the citizens of Liyue sound like they know that their archon has fallen - but you can’t hear it.

A golden flower shaped like a glaze lily blooms from the ground, courtesy of your Geo powers. But even though you are the one who summoned it, you don’t seem to notice as its petals engulf the whole of you and your father. You are about to sleep for a few thousand years, until you can face the truth again; which is probably never.

So what if you are running away from reality? Your world is dead anyway.

a/n: holy shit this is a piece of trash lets hope the other chapters aren’t as bad. was the death scene too short? i’ll try to fix it when i have the time.