#This is for an au called 'Bittersweet' btw

[banesberry-anomoly]

Still need to do the background and filters but Im proud of this so Im sharing the progress

[aviiarie]

Hiiiii, if you don't mind, can I please ask for something romantic with Blade in a soulmates au? Being his soulmate seems like such a doomed concept, lol

“𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.” — feat. blade.

synopsis. you are blade's soulmate. and you pay the price for it, over and over again.

✦ contents. tw: slightly graphic blood & violence, and a lot of death. soulmates au. gn!reader. angst, no comfort. slightly open-ended. 1.8k words.

✦ notes. requested by anon for my event! i saw the words 'soulmates' and 'doomed' and didn't think twice. um this kind of ends on a cliff-hanger? or unsatisfyingly at least. that was intentional btw. idk how happy i am with how it turned out though.

The day Blade met you for the very first time, was the day you bled out in his arms. 

You were a stranger; a forgettable face, amidst a sea of even more forgettable faces. There was no reason for him to care when he heard your scream, cutting across the battlefield like a siren. The sound melted into the clamour of scraping metal and wounded cries, as easily as a single note of a flute disappears within a symphony.

And yet, it made him pause. 

His own sword was slick with blood, having already carved a gruesome path across the battlefield. There were bodies at his feet–some still wheezing out their final breaths, others already gone–but it was you who caught his attention. The cry was harrowing, rendering every other noise forgotten.

The haze in his vision began to clear, the mara loosened its hold, and for the first time in a while he felt something odd: clarity.

A strange, prickly sensation settled a layer beneath his skin, urging him to go, find them, help them, help them, help them. It was as if his limbs were tied with puppet strings, forcing him into a run towards the source of the scream. All around him, the fighting continued, but no one paid him any mind as he tore through the battle.

He found you on the other side of the field, lying on the grass with a closed fist pressed to your side. An arc of red dripped from your fingers to the ground, forming a sickly puddle under your shredded armour. As he fell to his knees by your side, compelled by something he couldn’t properly describe if he tried, you looked up and met his eye, mouth falling open.

“Oh…” You murmured, gazing at him like he was an angel. “Oh… oh, I didn’t know… it’s you.”

Blade’s throat tightened, as he glanced between your watery eyes and the wound you were holding. He didn’t understand it; he was a witness to death more times than he could count, the source of it in many instances. There was no reason for your death to be any different, so why did he feel like he was going to throw up?

“It’s you, isn’t it?” You choked up, tears welling in your eyes. The sight made him sick. “Soulmate?”

Soulmate. A foreign concept, but one he was acquainted with. It was intertwined with Destiny itself, written into the scripts that ‘he’ pored over so obsessively.

“Soulmate?” He croaked out. You smiled weakly, reaching out your free hand to touch his cheek.

“Soulmate,” You agreed, moving to rest your palm on his chest, right over the spot where his heart was pounding. “You feel it too, don’t you? The… the feeling pulling us together?”

He did. All of the puppet strings–destiny, fate, or whatever they were to be called–were pulling him towards you. Blade nodded stiffly, and you breathed out a wheezing laugh.

“S-So that’s it, then…” You sighed, releasing your hold on your wound and letting your arms fall loose like a ragdoll. Without your fist blocking his view, Blade could see just how bad the injury was. “I’ve always wanted to meet you. I was scared I was going to die before I did. But… I guess this is fine…”

“No…” Blade murmured, every sense in his body screaming at him to save them, help them, soulmate, soulmate, soulmate. “No… you can’t die. Not when I’ve just met you.”

It’s a laugh that you responded with, but the sound was bittersweet. “I don’t think I have a choice.” 

“No!” Blade’s voice was desperate. “No, no. There has to be another way.”

“Meet me again, okay? In the next life…” You coughed weakly, blood dribbling down the corner of lips and down your chin. Blade gently wipes away the streak of red, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “B-Buy me flowers… take me out for dinner... and we’ll try again.”

“No…” Blade mumbled. He tugged you into his arms, so you were practically splayed out across his lap. Another cough worked its way past your lips, and he pulled you even closer. “Please…”

“Next time…” You breathed out. Your chest rose and fell with every breath stuttered out, slowly and weakening, until it stopped altogether. 

—

When Blade meets you again, you are not a soldier. Your face has changed, as well your hairstyle and attire, but the insistent tug in his chest is the exact same feeling he felt all those years ago. Even in a crowded town square, on a planet he couldn’t remember the name of, the outline of your soul glows in his mind, shining like a beacon.

He stops in his tracks, scanning the shops and stalls on either side to find some trace of the soul he sensed. You were so close, he could practically reach out and grasp your hand, and yet he couldn’t quite pinpoint where.

There.

He broke into a run, his mission left far behind as he followed his instincts. They pulled him through the crowd, by shopkeepers and civilians that grumbled as he pushed past, leading to a cozy flower stand at the end of the street.

You look up at his approach, almost dropping the flowers in your hands. Your mouth is agape, and your eyes are teary, but there is familiarity staring back at him.

“Oh, it’s you. I was wondering when I would meet you,” You laugh, and Blade’s heart soars.

It’s a blur, the conversation that follows. He learns your name, and he learns you are nothing more than a merchant selling flowers. Quietly, he is grateful for the humble life you seemed to be leading. It was nothing like your previous self, in all your bloodstained, armour-clothed glory, and he couldn’t be more thankful.

“Tell me about yourself, though.” You finally pause your rambling, smiling with flushed cheeks. “I’ve talked about myself enough. What about you?”

“I…” Blade trails off, considering what he could say. His life was one that was long and wrought with destruction, and you were a perfectly unblemished flower, whose petals would crumple under his touch. Seeking you out was selfish enough, letting you carve his place in your life would only taint it.  

“I am unimportant. You’d best not be concerned about who I am.” Blade says simply, moving slightly away, so you were out of his reach. “I need to leave.”

You frown, stepping closer. “That’s not fair. Don’t I get to know your name, at least? Soulmate?”

“You may call me Blade,” He says, without any more explanation. “I must be going.”

“W-Wait!” You call out, breaking out of your stupor to catch his sleeve. As he turns, you press a delicate white lily into his hands. “Take this. When it wilts… find me again, and I’ll give you a new one.”

Blade stares at the flower, running a thumb down the stem and over the soft petals. It is dainty, fragile. In his hands, it would only be ruined.

And yet, he tucks it into his sleeve anyway.

You smile at him as he leaves, something sad in your eyes that he doesn’t have the heart to unravel. As he turns his back, he can still feel your gaze on his retreating form, watching as he disappears into the street.

It ends, predictably.

He is a half-second too late, feeling the drop in his stomach a moment before he sees your body fall to the ground. He lunges forward, falling by your side. The assailant–masked, armed, and a damn coward–is already running. 

“No,” He mutters. There are hot, angry tears in his eyes, threatening to spill over. It was only a week after he saw you for the first time, but he’d been keeping his distance, hoping if he stayed far enough away he could spare you from misfortune. But fate is cruel, and it tips back its head and laughs as he crumples over your body.

A part of him is screaming to run after your attacker, to spill his organs all over the pretty paved streets, just as he has spilled your blood over them, but the idea of leaving your side hurts. 

“Stay with me,” He begs, holding onto your wound, as if there was any way to staunch the bleeding. It was no use, the blade had pierced your chest too precisely. If you weren’t already gone, you would be soon.

You shakily clasp your hand around his wrist, mumbling out a few words. “See you–See you next time, Blade.”

—

It carries on in a similar manner, for the next few centuries. Every lifetime Blade finds you (he stops counting, after a while), and it ends the same way. After a while, all of the lifetimes blur together, until he can barely tell which is which.

In some, you are a warrior as violent as himself. In others, you are an artist. In some, he finds you, and in others, you find him. The only common thread, the one thing that connects every one, is your inevitable demise.

He stops trying to seek you out. When he feels the tug on his chest, he ignores his instincts and walks the other way, hoping to let the memory of you fade, so you may live your lives parallel to each other; close, but never meeting. Somehow, you manage to find him every time anyway, and before he knows it, his vow to keep his distance is tossed aside.

This time though, he doesn’t even get a chance to meet you. 

He feels you again–the phantom pull, the burning in his soul–and all thoughts of his mission are forgotten. The feeling of his sword is heavy in his hands, but it is nothing compared to the sinking in his chest.

Something was wrong.

This time, he doesn’t wait. He does not pause, he doesn’t think about the way he will be reprimanded for straying from his target. He only thinks of you.

The thought leads him through a massacre, decorating the cobbled streets with crimson. The path itself is pathed with bloodshed, littered with corpses in various states of dismemberment. The longer he walks, the more it becomes clear that he isn’t looking for a person this time; he is looking for a body. There is no life he can sense around him, but your connection–feeble, and waning as it may be–urges him forward. 

Finally, it stops him right before one.

The sight of your corpse, as mangled and gruesome as it may be, no longer fazes him. He stands, pausing long enough to pay his respects, before retreating with a heaviness in his steps.

He will meet you again, in the next life.

🏷️ taglist: @tragedy-of-commons, @mollzaj, @mikashisus, @starcharmed.

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

[honestlyyoungtyphoon]

New SB fic rec

Heart shaped soul

Ongoing, 3 chapters over 20k words

Description:

Post chapter 36 AU

Minho after attempting suicide fakes amnesia and the author really delves into the psychological aspects of Minho's self location, despair and apathy to his well being. WK also lies that he's Minho's good friend instead of tormentor and trying to redo their relationship. Minho is getting therapy, yay! Very good fic, might make you cry (I did cry but I'm a crybaby when it comes to Minho so 🙈) anyways definitely recommend

Trigger: suicide, depressing thoughts

Cobwebs

Ongoing, 7 chapters, over 30k words

Description: AU, ABO

Minho is a teacher, married with a good partner. WK is a mafia boss. He one night gets attacked by WK and his gangs, Minho escapes murdering the gang and severely injuring WK. WK comes back as a CEO to take revenge. He forces Minho into prostitution by blackmailing but now he's falling for Minho himself despite calling Minho cheap and disgusting (hahaha how the tables turned)

Very dark story btw as Minho suffers A LOT but if you're an SB fan you already know how it feels. But the tags says revenge and Minho is planning to take down WK. And he's strong as usual, author didn't turn him into a whimpering victim. The OC is freaking adorable and a very much in love with Minho. (I cried but as I said me a crybaby 😭)

Trigger warning: rape, blackmail, WK himself

Begin again

Ongoing, 14 chapters, 20k+ words

Description: post can AU, where WK is dead and Minho is left to find love again. It's a bittersweet fic with an cute OC and very much in love with Minho. Minho struggles to be intimate with another person both mentally and physically and tackles these issues properly.

Trigger: past trauma

After dark

Ongoing, one chapter 1k+ words

Description: serial killer AU, WK is the serial killer and Minho suspects him of killing Duna. It's still one chapter. So I can't tell how it's going but tags says there'll be rape and obsession

[starlightvld]

20 Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ

Tagged by the lovely @snarky-magpie - thank you!!

1. How many works do you have on A03? 13 (for now...☺️)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 429,228

3. What fandoms do you write for? Voltron: Legendary Defender and Call of Duty: MW Reboot

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - Couch Surfing (COD, soapghost) - Broken Bones & Shattered Hearts (COD, soapghost) - Up in Smoke (COD, soapghost) - Formalities (Voltron, sheith) - Research and Development (Voltron, sheith)

5. Do you respond to comments? YES. I love talking to people in the comments. 😍

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Couch Surfing because it's an "in progress" ending. But it's still mostly happy because I can't really write anything else. LOL

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Formalities? But all of them are pretty tooth-rotting...

8. Do you get hate on fics? No

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, but it's always slow burn smut with feelings (hi, I'm ace).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I love thinking about crossovers, but I haven't written any yet (unless you count the AU from question 13, I guess).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? The soapghost Punisher AU I'm working on with @kibagib - You're my mask, you're my cover, my shelter - is basically co-written. Kiba gives me the outline for what they want to happen in the scene, and I write it out, adding my own flare here and there. It's been so much fun to work together to bring Kiba's visions to life!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? As much as I love soapghost, I think sheith will always have my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So far, I've finished or am actively working on all my WIPs... 😯 I do have an idea for a soapghost inter-dimensional-travel, angst-with-a-bittersweet ending fic, but that one hasn't gotten past outline phase. That's the closest I have to a fic I might never finish. (This fic would also win "angstiest ending," btw.)

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I write dialogue and emotions/introspection pretty well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with descriptions - they are often what I "add in" during the editing phases. I'm also a VERY SLOW writer, which is why it takes so long to update sometimes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't do it unless I have a native speaker willing to help me with the translation. Otherwise, it's just English but in italics. LOL

19. First fandom you wrote for? Dragon Age (long ago with a different user name)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I love them all, but my first sheith fic - In Sunshine and in Shadow - will always be special to me because it helped me process that atrocious VLD ending.

Tagging... errmmmm... @oodelally9 @kayluvlygrey @hawkeykirsah @ticktockclockwork @ursae-minoris-world @insomnikat-mused @chalkofthevalley

No pressure! Ignore or play as you like!

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

ahem so... Out of curiosity.. if the dnd con au crew were to pick out Halloween costumes what would they pick?

Funnily enough I had spooky’s ask saved asking something in similar vein earlier this month so I’ll answer it now :)

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In my campaign a Halloween equivalent exists along with a day of the dead equivalent! It’s called the Day of Harvest and many people celebrate it by dressing up as creatures or something equivalent to a god they worship to promote good harvest and luck for the future- but also having fun and just dressing up to make treats! And the next day is the Day of Condolence, where people go and make shrines for people who have passed on into afterlife/limbo and can take it back to their realm. It’s a very bittersweet day :)

As for costumes-

First thought I would say is that they would all do a mighty Nein group bc I think that would be funny (Dream as Caleb, Cala as Nott/Veth, Spooky as Jester and Fundy as Fjord) but they don’t exist here so that’s not my actual answer (will draw that in the future tho)

Actual answer! (Click on the pics for full view btw)

Cala would be a jester, ironically enough! But in shades of green that represent XD, so the outfit of the first pic with the mask of the second pic!

Spooky is the easiest- she would be a cat obviously, but she’d be specifically a moorbounder hybrid :) so something like this with humanoid traits but she would look more unhinged- so like this with the aesthetic of the animal with the big tusks too :)

Fundy would honestly dress up as an artificer! He loves their outfits and he felt like if he wasn’t trained under Wilbur or born in a different place he would be an artificer and inventor-

And Dream

Well- Dream is a given on what he would be for Halloween

A lich! :)

He would also use one of Cala’s jester masks to cover his face but yeah a lich with green tattered robes

[bellatheinkdemon]

Since I'm bored and I need to stop neglecting my Swap Au, I'm gonna talk about Swap! Espresso

So in the Au when he was around let's say 9-13, Espresso lived in the lower part of the Creme Republic, and he gets befriended by Madeleine, a Cookie who lived in the upper part of the republic.

The two of them became close, despite their differences, like how Madeleine was very expressive and could talk non-stop while Espresso just had the 😐 face most at the time and mostly being mute. (Though Espresso in this Au just has a bad time expressing emotions in general) They were so close that Madeleine gave Espresso what he called "his lucky scarf" to him.

However one day, both the upper and lower parts of the Republic were under attack. What was attacking it? I'm leaving that up for interpretation.

Since the lower part of the Republic didn't have as good as a defence system as the upper part, any Cookie that so happened to live there/be there at the time was in for a bad time. And a bad time it was for poor Espresso. While looking for a place to hide from the attacks, he unfortunately got caught in a nearby explosion, knocking him out cold and heavily disfiguring his face and body.

After a couple of hours or so, (I don't even know myself lol) Espresso was still unconscious, but someone so happened to find him. You might think that this a good thing, right? Well, you'd be wrong, cause the Cookie who found him is Bittersweet Sorcerer Cookie! (Swap! PV/The Dark Enchantress of this Au btw)

Bittersweet Sorcerer noticed that, despite his injuries, the little Cookie before him was still alive. Deciding to "take pity" on Espresso, Bittersweet Sorcerer picked up his frail body and whisked both himself and Espresso away.

Now I'm gonna have to make a second part of this cause 1, good god this is long as shit and 2, I need to make Swap! Espresso's sprite.

[bisexualrobertlowe]

ANOTHER~

Hc + 🎉 for Emma?

thank you so much!! i love talking about my silly ocs,,,, <333 racked up in bed rn so i might as well rambly bambly :] all canon to our big au btw!

🎉 : celebration headcanon.

not me about to project onto this girl AGAIN *sniffles* celebrations, parties and stuff are... a Thing for emma. even though she's incredibly sensitive to noises, crowds and the like, too many people in one room is Terrifying especially the smaller the room is, she still looks forward to them. getting to see family and maybe friends at holiday parties and dinners. now, christmas gets awkward since her birthday's five days after, but avalon always has emma's back on doubling up on gifts :3 mostly vinyls and chokers she's had her eye on!

emma used to dread her birthday coming around, since more often than not she'd have like nobody to celebrate it with other than her longtime roommate. that changes once she joins solitude aeturnus and they all go out and do stuff for each other's birthdays. though this too is bittersweet since emma falls for robert So Fast and spending like ten birthdays just,,, pining for him to kiss her happy birthday is,,, So Much. then in '07, when they finally get together, robert's practically counting down the weeks and days until emma's birthday so he can at last go all out for her~ no surprise parties, but more like surprises littered all around their place! (emma cried happy tears on the first year robert did this btw. so many happy tears.)

another, especially since joining candlemass, emma has been learning to really celebrate the little things. getting through concerts, successfully making a phone call, a great day out with the guys. she's also so proud of herself for convincing robert to audition for candlemass, which did get them both into the group - that, she was not expecting at all! but that was probably the biggest pleasant surprise she's ever had, she loves candlemass, for almost two decades at that point! and a cute lil bonus just for us: bringing both robert and emma on board the candlemass boat may or may not have been a matchmaking ploy as well ;3

[parameciam]

so curious about all your wips xD but i'll just ask about 1 and/or 10

ahaha thank uuu! <3

The first one, and i'll come running (just to do it again) is the title for a huayin canon divergent au with a focus on dom/sub dynamics that has been consuming all my thoughts lately. It was supposed to be a short pwp thing but somehow it turned into a monster of an idea! well, everyone that has read my works knows that i simply can't resist adding plot to everything and this particular thing must be the best example to date because WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF! (the answer is: because the question of "how does huayin happen in an universe where xie lian exists" wouldn't leave me alone. i needed an answer! and sadly it was my idea, so i had to find the answer myself XD)

the answer i found was making it an angst fest (ofc) with: aroace xie lian, yin yu falling deeper and deeper for hua cheng while trapping himself by clinging to his subservient role (that no one ever asked him to take, btw), and hua cheng slowly coming to terms with unrequited love, discovering new reasons to keep going, and getting more and more tangled with yin yu while being horribly conflicted over his feelings. and also: hua cheng canon shape-shifting abilities, unhealthy coping mechanism galore, and a whole lot of smut. because ofc instead of solving anything, kinky under-negotiated sex it's an excellent solution to any problem! (no.) (and because the fic started as several smut scenes badly pasted together that mutated into... the monstrous thing i have outlined now)

i won't lie: i'm having an insane amount of fun hallucinating the ideas for future scenes, but also i'm terrified of the eventual reception this thing is going to have if i ever finish it and share it kahsksd BUT IT'S SO FUN TO PUT THEM IN SITUATIONS! and the canon divergencies are delicious! and it's a challenge for myself to portray how meaningful and deep a non-romantic kind of love can be... while on the other hand we get something that starts pretty unhealthy, but it's also rooted on a deep and sincere devotion. ah, i love to make things overcomplicated for myself!!

the ending will probably lean into the bittersweet territory: huayin is endgame, but yin yu is difficult to convince that he's not just a consolation prize. xie lian is there to cheer them both and be the sweet angel he is, ofc (and to be absolutely loved in return!)

the wip called …and they were wrestling for three months it's mostly me just going absolutely apeshit over how much i love wenrenjiang AHAHAHA i recently finished devil venerable also wants to know, and now i NEED those two getting to enjoy their love and exploring each other's bodies until they can't move anymore x'D (come on, the novel ending was basically that...) i especially need wenren e overwhelming yin hanjiang with his overflowing level of love and desire for him. i love writing body worship scenes, there will be a lot of that kind of vibes (yin hanjiang deserves it!) but i also really really really want to write them switching. in short: fluff and smut! a lot of both! they're so in love and make me so giddy when i think of them!

[fumifooms]

HI. I loved your marchil fics and I love your lil blurbs and hcs and all you're lil thoughts on them it's beautiful and makes my heart melt. It's just seeing this lil guy and how he has all his feelings locked away in a box until marcille walks over and picks right through the lock and gets him to open up (well in a metaphorical sense-).

DAMN YOU FOR GETTING ME DEEPLY INVESTED IN THESE IDIOTS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM GETTING CUTE AGGRESSION!!!!

I KNOWW RIGHT, I love how you described it!! There’s so much fun imagery and metaphors you can do with them… They lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship, as people say

I love their dynamic they are so romcom shaped… Speaking of romcoms I recently read Dame na watashi ni koishite kudasai/Please love me ! which has major marchil energy, I love reading it while thinking of them lmao. They banter and she infiltrates his social sphere & gets all the family gossip and also he owns a cafe and cooks her things, it’s like my coffeeshop AU but real 😭💗

People when getting into marchil:

Thank you for this ask! 🥺 It’s always really nice to hear things like these… I never know what to respond though so naturally I shall go overboard, handing out more marchil thoughts as per popular demand! Marchil nation is a tiny island I’m sorry for getting you invested, but also mwahahaha hahahA YES HAHAHA YESSS! Handing you these ramblings as apology

My motivation to write essays has been waning lately BUT I do have a big post about theories and facts on Chilchuck’s family planned, his wife and daughters plus some Chil’s dad and siblings, the whole package. On top of more marchil crumbs to post oof… Ideally I should also rework the first part of the marchil crumbs to make it more streamlined and dare I say convincing. Also fanart and fics which I hope to get around to finishing up… I def want to make more marchil content, but I honestly have no clue which idea to work on next… (I take requests and prompts btw~). I want to make more fluff but I also want to make more hurt/comfort, ahh dilemma

One idea I have that’s particularly relevant is a fic that I’d call Locks of Hair, about blonde hair and the key to his heart. I’d love touching on his attraction to blondes and how that might affect their relationship in a neat lil introspective oneshot like I like to make. LOCKS of hair? Being the KEY to his heart? I love the english language. There’s sorta this trope where if a character loves money has a liking for blondes it’s because like, the hair is "golden", and I’d find playing with that so funny too.

Another that really has my heart right now is Marcille’s mom visiting them to see her daughter and meet her new partner Chilchuck, and it throws them into a frenzy to prepare for it, Chil being entirely too stressed and dreading. And seeing them her mom’s eyes soften and she tells them they remind her of her and her late husband… The bittersweet pride mixed with anticipation at how her daughter has grown into someone who can accept loss, and is willing to throw all of herself into loving despite them not even having 20 years together ahead of them……. I think about marchil proposals and marriage a lot. Hey hey did you know that in Japan "I want to drink your miso soup every day" is a way to propose, because that’s so Dungeon Meshi. The way proposals are so meaningful with these two because it truly is like "i want to give my lifetime to you, knowing all that it entails, but I believe that it’s worth the trouble. That it’s worth it." I have so much proposal dialogue between them written up oogh they make me so emotional

You truly are a warrior for reading all I wrote about them omg, if you like these sorta convos then maybe you’d enjoy joining our dunmeshi discord! I rarely get the chance to speak with another marchil enthusiast~ We have a lot of big convos on characters and ships over there hehe, ofc no pressure though, invite link in comment just in case. I get cuteness agression over them TOOOOO I need them-shaped stress balls to squeeze in affection

-trips and falls and some of my favorite marchil moments slip out-Soulmates ❤️ (delusional)

[fantastic-bby]

My Supernova

Pairing: Reader x Seonghwa

Word count: 1746

Genre: Superhero/Supervillain AU | Romance | Angst | Bittersweet-ish | Enemies to Lovers kinda thing

Summary: Who would've thought that you, the brightest burning star, would have found your own Moon?

Warnings: Blood | Death

A/n: Hello little creatures!! I have been very inactive as of late, but I finally had free time and the inspiration to write! So, here it is! I shall now return to my uni cave. Oh btw this isn't proof-read lol I wrote it at 1am so good luck.

Masterlist

“How was I so lucky to have the stars align?” 

Your heart jumps at his words, but you wonder the same sometimes. How did you, one of the most powerful superheroes, and the brightest burning star, have someone who became your Moon? 

When you had first met him, you both had only known conflict. A being of void sought out to destroy humanity after the injustice brought upon him and a being of pure light whose main purpose was to protect those on your planet. 

It wasn’t a beautiful chapter to start with. 

But within conflict came playful remarks, harmless flirting—which never came as a surprise to you as villains were quick with their words when being faced with you. 

Because you were indestructible. 

A ticking time bomb: Is one way you’d describe yourself. 

Your very core was a star which was ageing ten times quicker than that of a normal star and you were running out of time. At first, the speed at which you were ageing hadn’t exactly bothered you; with the powers that came with it. You had seen it as an upgrade of sorts. 

Until you had fallen in love with your own Moon. 

Only then did you realise how cruel time truly was.  

Seonghwa had been born into his powers as did you. The only difference was that he was nurtured in darkness, brought up to hide in shadows and manipulate the very dark of night. His powers were dangerous; even to you. 

While you could call upon rays of Sun to burn whatever was threatening you, Seonghwa could call upon darkness to shroud those who were in his path. 

You were complete opposites. 

Yet you truly burned the brightest when you were around him. 

There was something about him that seemed to make your core burn stronger and more powerful than if you were working alone. 

And it worked both ways. 

As though your light was reflecting off of him to make his powers stronger as well. 

“Watch this,” Seonghwa hummed confidently as he stood up, hand raised towards the sky. You watched intently, eyes widening and lips parting in awe when you realised what he was doing. 

The Moon was moving at his command. Ever so slowly, he moved it around the sky as the waves around you moved in unison with the luminescent orb in the dark sky. The stars seemed to move with it and you realised in that moment that Seonghwa, should he become more powerful, could move galaxies. 

“I realised that I could only do it whenever you were around,” he claimed and sat back down, allowing the night to return to its normal course. “You make my powers stronger, my star.” 

“What about everything that relies on the movement of the Moon? Aren’t they all… fucked up now?” 

You looked at him wearily, unsure eyes at the very thought of the ocean’s current at his show. 

But Seonghwa only laughed.

“As long as it doesn’t do anything major, I’m not exactly bothered by it.” 

It only relieved you slightly. You were still wondering of the ocean life and how they would respond to the Moon suddenly moving around in the sky at the will of the being sitting beside you. But you allowed yourself to put the thought to rest when Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you to pull you to the ground, basking in your presence as his legs tangled with yours. 

He had actually considered becoming good for you. With the stars to speckle in his darkness, Seonghwa could finally see hope. You were the one fighting for justice within your home, you were the one who proved to be different from the actual system, you were actually doing something. 

And Seonghwa realised that that was all he ever needed. All he needed was hope that something—or someone—was trying to bring that sense of hope to everyone else. 

“What would you do if your star burned out?” Seonghwa asked. He sat beside you on the very rooftop that you had first become friends, legs dangling at the edge with your head resting against his shoulder. 

“When it burns out, I’ll just… die,”  you shrugged. “I mean, if I really wanted to, I could actually cause an explosion. But, that would destroy the entire galaxy with how powerful my core is.” 

“That sounds like a fucking supernova,” he chuckled.

“Right now, the only reason I’d ever cause one would be to save you. I believe that when we both die, we’ll actually become part of the Moon and the Sun with our own little planets and structures to orbit us.” 

“How cute coming from a person who could literally blow themselves up,” Seonghwa deadpanned. 

You laughed in response, looking up to peck his cheek gently. 

“I doubt I’d ever have to use it. We’re both strong enough to take on anything together,” you hummed.

Your time with Seonghwa was limited from the very start. Your core had been burning for far too long in something as fragile as your body. And as much as you wished that you had possessed the ageing of a star, your body couldn’t exactly keep up with the sheer force you had within yourself. 

“I’m scared,” you muttered as you stood outside of his apartment, arms wrapped around yourself as you cried. “M-My core… I think i-it's dying.” 

Seonghwa stared at you, stunned. Letting you into his apartment, he could only watch as you shakily unzipped your hoodie to reveal the crackling light from within your chest. The tips of your fingers were glowing yellow and blue as you did, veins illuminated from the unstable star. 

“H-Hwa , I think I-I’m dying,” you cried. 

You could feel your body burning from the inside out as you choked out sobs, body shrinking away from Seongwa as he reached out to you. 

“I don’t care if I get burned, my nova,” he quickly reassured you and took your hands in his. He ignored the heat that was wafting onto him with the only goal in his mind having been to calm you down. 

Seonghwa knew that your core was affected by your emotions and that the more distraught you became, the more unstable the star became. 

“I’ve got you,”  he hushed as he pulled you closer to him.  “Do you want to lay down? You can spend the night here.” 

After having consoled you, the reality of it all hit Seonghwa as he stood on his balcony. He stared at the sky while you were sleeping soundly in his bed, wondering just how much time he had left with you. The both of you were aware of how unstable your star was becoming, but Seonghwa had been hoping for the best. Maybe it was unstable because you were stressed, he thought to himself. 

There’s no need to panic. In truth, all he could do now, really, was spend as much time with you as possible before your core really did burn out. 

But your duties didn’t exactly make it easy for the both of you. 

As much as it was your purpose to protect your people, protecting Seonghwa always came first. And when you were both caught in your affairs, every other villain seemed jealous of your Moon’s ability to win your heart. 

Which meant that while you were already a target for the villains, Seonghwa had become one as well. He was easily one of the strongest super beings to exist on your planet, yet, he had joined you. 

And that made many of the villains angry. 

“Stop!” Your cry falls on deaf ears, arms struggling against the restraints as you could only watch them throw attack after attack against your lover. The only abilities that you can use were too explosive to get Seonghwa out safely, which left you with barely any options. 

Especially with the Moon high in the sky. 

You watch, helplessly, as Seonghwa rolls onto his back with blood spitting from his mouth and body twitching from pain. 

This wasn’t what either of you wanted. Even with his power heightened at night, Seonghwa couldn’t have seen them coming. He’s too far away to even protect you if he were to use any of his powers because they would only kill you if he tried. 

But you had one option left. 

With the villains slowly moving away from him and towards you, Seonghwa turns his head to face you, the light in his eyes dimming by the second. His lips move slowly and you feel your entire being burning against your will,  watching as he utters his final words to you. 

Your star ignites, moving frantically from within you. You can feel the energy of the star rushing through your veins and your skin starting to burn. 

You feel rage starting to take over your devastation when you’re able to make out what he’s trying to say and you let out a choked sob.

Your own Moon. How could they? 

You ignore the way the heat from within your chest feels as though lava is replacing each and every one of your organs as you allow your star to fully become unstable. 

How could they have even thought of taking your Moon away from you? Your beloved Seonghwa?

He watches from the ground, knowing what’s about to happen, but he can’t even stop you from destroying your entire home. 

You had already made up your mind that your world was no longer your home planet. 

No. 

Seonghwa had become your world the night he stood on the rooftop with nothing but a single rose, asking you to give him a chance. 

And as your memories play, sobbing through the pain of seeing Seonghwa only being able to watch as you self-destruct, you let out a scream as you feel your core ignite. 

The light becomes blinding, the temperature rising to levels of boiling, as he closes his eyes and lets himself die to you. 

Seonghwa’s done enough, he thinks. He’s satisfied with this life and he thinks he’s lucky enough to have been able to love you within the short time that you two had together. You were burning out, either way, which meant that he probably wouldn’t have had the luxury to love you for longer. Which is why he tried so hard to make sure that you saw him. 

You had one option and it was Seonghwa giving you permission to use it:

I love you,

My supernova. 

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi hello my anglest angel!!! now that i have uh caught a breath from the knight!sugu fic (i went insane btw) i am here to talk about the songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE SO GOOD!!!!!! i know you said that you have Thoughts about them and now i am beggggging to hear more about those!!! please please please more knight!sugu n brat!reader crumbs i loved them so much

THE SECOND GOODBYE MY DANISH SWEETHEART STARTED PLAYING IT JUST CONJURED UP THE PRETTIEST CASTLE AND I WAS ALREADY IN THE STORY I LOVED IT SO MUCH

there’s nobody better than you // it took me a while till i knew // but you knew from the start it was us, didn't you? // it just took me a while till i knew

sad face emoji sugu the all-knowing-one sighhhhh oh i adore him so much ari i nEED TO HUG HIM

I LOVE RISES THE MOON AAAAAAAA I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH i think it fits the reader so fucking well. it's such a good pick for them. the little lamb the little fox. sigh they're very dear to me already.

btw i just realized that i asked moss a while ago for their knight!sugu songs and "tongues and teeth" was one of the songs!!!!!! idk if u happened to see that but if not then this is a very cute little coincidence it's the knight hivemind!!!!

i’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel // it’s all that i can give to you, my dear // and when you come in quick to steal a kiss // my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH THIS FITS THEM SO WELL WHAT

no but overall all of these songs were perfect for them i listened to the playlist multiple times and then i listened to classical music lmao don't ask it fit surprisingly well OKAY BUT NOW DON'T HOLD BACK ON ME!!!!! (THREAT!!!! VERY SERIOUS THREAT!!!) I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE HIDING IN YOUR BRAIN ABOUT THEM LAY IT ALL ON ME SWEETHEART I'M GIDDY I'M EXCITED I'M READY!!! LOVE YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS<33333

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY I’M HERE I’M HERE I’M FINALLY HERE 😭😭😭 pls ignore the fact that i’m many months late ok my brain refuses to cooperate with me sometimes but i’ve been soso excited to answer this properly!!!! this got . Extremely long. like. actually. i got VERY carried away . i’m sorry i genuinely can’t stfu when it comes to them <///3

anyway !!!!! knight!sugu & bratty royal!reader our beloveds :333

first off!!!! i’m sooo glad to hear you enjoyed the songs 🥺🥺🥺 and that you got knight!sugu/royalty!reader vibes from them too!!!!! i’m just gonna get right into it bc we have . a Lot to discuss 😭😭 i really didn’t hold back in the slightest AND ON THAT NOTE pls just know that there’s literally zero pressure to reply to this at all, esp since it’s so late!!! i’m so happy just knowing you think of these silly little guys 🥺 i love you soooo much my sweetest little kitty cat mwah MWAHH <333

goodbye, my danish sweetheart

MY FAVORITE MITSKI SONG EVER EVER EVERRR and honestly i think it fits the fic more than any other song on this list . like. just the vibes + instrumentals alone are sooo perfect for a royalty au…. it sounds nostalgic and bittersweet and very tender . and the LYRICS 😵‍💫😵‍💫ohhhh my fucking god mickey . i’m gonna need to go through them one by one but they just … make me think of royalty!reader so much . how they just want to be accepted. the feelings of inferiority …. the belief that nobody can love them as they are . :(((

there's nobody better than you // it took me a while 'til i knew // but you knew from the start it was us, didn't you? // it just took me a while 'til i knew now i lay as i study a blank wall // would you spare me your voice if i call? // ’cause you waited and watered my heart 'til it grew // you can see how it’s blossomed for you

THIS IS SOOOO READER @ SUGU. he’s the one who keeps pushing and fighting for a connection between them and reader keeps resisting until they just . can’t. and they really do think there’s nobody better than their knight !! nobody stronger or kinder. they love him sm :(((( every time they call for him he’s there. and he waters their tiny little heart until it’s not afraid to flourish anymore…..

there’s some kind of burning inside me // it’s kept me from falling apart // and i’m sure that you've seen what it's done to my heart // but it's kept me from falling apart

AND THEN THIS . oughhh . :(((( this is both royalty!reader AND knight!sugu…… they both keep their true self at arm’s lenght to protect themselves. and they both cling to something rotten to keep themselves intact. in reader’s case they cling to the idea of themself as a spoiled, bratty, scummy royal — cling to the anger and bitterness they feel . and suguru clings to knighthood. it burns him but it makes him feel alive. it’ll turn him to ashes but he doesn’t mind. etectc.

strawberry blonde

aaaand then another mitski banger :33 i picked this one mostly based on vibes !!! the instrumental just sounds like it could fit into this au … the more peaceful scenes between the two . but the lyrics are also just brimming with devotion and adoration..

i love everybody because i love you // when you stood up, walked away barefoot // and the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape // i looked over it and i ached i love it when you call my name // can you hear the bumblebees swarm? // watching your arm // i love it when you look my way

IT’S PERFECT BECAUSE . i think the lyrics work both ways !!! i can see both sets of lyrics being from reader’s pov; loving suguru makes it easier for them to love the world . they want him to call them by name. but it also works well from sugu’s pov…. he aches for them and yearns to follow them . he loves it when they call his name, too. they’re both yearners…. what can i say…..

rises the moon

ANOTHER VIBE-BASED SONGGG i also love this one mickey … it’s so beautiful and soothing :((( i imagine it playing during the scene where suguru shares a bit of his past with reader . sitting by the windowsill in their room as the moon glows….. and then he carries them to bed and tucks them in :) i can picture him humming them to sleep with this song.

oh-oh, close your weary eyes // i promise you that soon the autumn comes // to darken fading summer skies you’ll be visited by sleep // i promise you that soon the autumn comes // to steal away each dream you keep breathe, breathe, breathe

and the lyrics are just ???? soooo incredibly soothing. i think knight!sugu brings a lot of peace into reader’s life . they feel very safe with him. and the mentions of dreams and seasons feel fitting, since those are motifs in the fic :3

honestly !! i associate a lot of my character/reader pairings with seasons …. especially this one though. i’m also always thinking about your little knight and prince and how he’s the summer to their spring :3 in my case i think suguru is probably reader’s autumn!! a bridge that softens the gap between summer and winter…. he gives them stability and comfort. and they give him both summer and winter. he meets them right in the middle <33

tongues & teeth

HEAVY BREATHING …… this one is a Must for any knight character or pairing . any character who views themself as a monster . I DID SEE THIS ON MOSS’S PLAYLIST TOO AND THEY’RE SO BIGBRAINED FOR THAT !!!!! it’s just… oughh. i think i mostly associate this one with suguru’s rampage after reader gets kidnapped but the lyrics are more readercoded !!!!

i’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel // it’s all that i can give to you, my dear // and when you come in quick to steal a kiss // my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear oh, i will ruin you // it’s a habit, i can't help it // i know that you mean so well // but i am not a vessel for your good intent i will only break your pretty things // i will only wring you dry of everything // but if you're fine with that // if you're fine with that…

IT’S ABOUT . the violence . and tenderness. a person who thinks they’ll bring this brighter, kinder, more ”pure” person nothing but pain . reader assumes they’re too much for anyone to handle so they keep everyone at arm’s lenght . i think they view the people they admire as paintings. and they’re convinced they’ll smudge the canvas if they get too close . but deep down they want to be accepted, claws and all :(((

and suguru does!!! they both accept each other as they are . a fox and a wolf. suguru will let reader bite and hiss and claw at him as much as they need. he won’t love them any less . and reader sees suguru covered in blood, manic and frenzied, and still only thinks about how beautiful he is . how nice their name sounds when it’s falling from his lips . they don’t love each other despite their flaws or because of their flaws . they just like each other. scratch marks and all . i’m normal abt them btw

the garden

THIS ONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 MICKEYYYY HOLD MY HAND. this one is almost TOO perfect . i love the crane wives and so many of their songs would fit super well into this fic …. but this one is just . insane . the album cover even has a little fox 🥺 BUT AAA JUST . the instrumental and the LYRICS … i’m gonna need to really pick them apart because they’re so unbelievably perfect for royalty!reader i’m going to. scream.

the crows in the garden are laughing at my expense // drowning out all the lies that i might have told instead

OK SOOO . crows . are a bit of a motif in the fic. crows remind me a lot of suguru maybe that’s why. then there’s also the garden, which is mentioned a lot in the fic too!! all the flower imagery…

but . here’s the thing. royalty!reader is a Liar. they lie. they wear a mask. they’re not honest with their own self and not with anyone else either. and they assume everyone is looking down on them. i can picture them looking out into the garden, seeing those free crows, and imagining their cawing as mocking laughter . it drowns out the sound of their own lies . (crumbles to the floor)

my stone // my shield, my steady hand // hold your light // to the darkness in my head

AND THIS ONE . THIS ONEEEE

mickey ….. grabs your shoulders. i know you’ll see the vision. this is royalty!reader @ knight!sugu and it makes me . Ache . very deeply. he’s their stone. their shield, their steady hand. he holds a light to the darkness in their head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oughhhh they make me insane 😔😔😔 i think reader holds a light to suguru’s darkness too though . it’s more subtle with him but i wrote the fic with the idea that reader saves knight!suguru from his destined doom. he grows to care more for them than knighthood, which saves him from his fate, which is. breaking under the pressure of knighthood. you Get me. you must choose love Every Time.

put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat // give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes

this one is just . really fitting right??? i guess this one is more knight!sugu coded though . i can imagine him returning to the castle after a bloody duel and getting patched up by a worried little reader :((( they give him a clean blouse . maybe bite his throat a little . who knows .

…. i think they also really love the sound of his heartbeat. it helps them sleep :3

get on your knees and // dig up the garden // won’t you throw down that spade and // dig up the garden, darling? // get your hands dirty and // rip up the garden // won’t you cut down that apple tree for me?

and finally This …….. i think the garden is like. a Metaphor . you know how it is . something something reader is a flower growing under the soil…. suguru has to dig their heart up…. etcetc. but i also love the devotion of it all . the loyal knight gets on his knees and digs and digs at his lord’s request. he’s eternally devoted to their joy.

my love is sick

dies . explodes .

mickey this song …. this goddamn song….. oughhh i love madds buckley sm :((((( she’s so good!!! i adore this song and i think it fits very well for both of them but especially royalty!reader…. it goes back to the whole thing where . they think they’re unloveable. their love is ”sick.” but they still crave tenderness and companionship……

my love is sick // it’s messy and wrong // but i pray for a bit of contagion // hands without fingers // like spoons at the source // coat evenly // oh, won’t you touch me? you’re an infection // i am keeping // no matter the sepsis // you are staying my love is sick // it’s taken me whole // i’m simply a host to a haunting // ghosts without corpses // still linger in flesh // holding on to a love they keep wanting

THESE LYRICS ARE JUST . soooo good. so good. the idea that they view their love as messy and wrong but still want him to touch them . they view him as an infection because intimacy scares them so much but they still don’t want him gone.

and then the final line ….. ”holding on to a love they keep wanting”…….. yeahhh . suguru and reader are both afraid to bare their hearts to one another but they keep holding onto that love anyway.

anything, anything, anything

aaaand then finally!!! another madds buckley song :33 this one is ADORABLE and it’s just . dripping with devotion and adoration !!!! i guess i see it almost as a post-fic song ??? like. after the final scene. the culmination of their relationship. it encompasses their love for each other really really well and the lyrics are just so sweet 🥺🥺

honey, i hate wine // but i’d gladly down a bottle of your name // just to get another taste of you // a single drop not on my tongue would be a waste and i hate mornings // but i like waking next to you // you always wake up before i do // so i can sleep in your embrace and i hate time // the minutes shared will never last enough // no amount of time will ever be too much // and parting leaves a bitter taste

THESE LYRICS ….. soooo royalty!reader. they’re a little sap but they don’t want to admit it!!!! i think their love comes down to making Exceptions. like. suguru is their exception. they hate wine but they’d drink some if he brewed it for them. they hate mornings but wake up early just to get a glimpse of his sleeping face . they hate time, but cherish the clock-ticks they spend with him. they’re a little softie and i love them :(((((

we burn like gentle firewood // we yearn like vines and leaves // and we settle in the comfort of // the bones that rest beneath // and i’d stop staying home and wasting time // to keep your soul with mine

THIS IS BOTH OF THEMMMM. they burn and yearn and settle in the comfort between each other…… they’d stop staying home and stop wasting time to keep each other close .

i’d do anything, anything, anything // anything, anything, anything…

this is really like . the Core of the fic i think. especially on knight!suguru’s side . he’d do anything. there’s something very gentle and tender about this repetition and it makes me wanna cry. sniffle . i adore them mickey :((((( he’d do anything for themmmmm

BUTTTT OKAY . songs aside…… the reason it took me so long to answer this (faulty brain aside) is that i really wanted to include some siken poems for you too :’3 since his poetry inspired me sooo much when i was writing the fic!!! and so many of them are knight!sugu +/ royalty!reader coded….

i’m just gonna go through the ones that remind me of them the most !!!! :33

the way the light reflects

title of the fic was snatched right from this so ofc i had to include it 🫡🫡

the paint doesn’t move the way the light reflects, so what’s there to be faithful to? i am faithful to you, darling. i say it to the paint.

i think this. encompasses the fic. i really do. the paint and the light. the Faith. what’s there to be faithful to? well, the knight by your side has something to say. if reader is faithful to the paint then he is faithful to Them. he’s made out of it. and all reader wants is for someone to have faith in them. they’re the paint, and suguru’s the light.

i paint in his face and i paint it out again. there is a question i am afraid to ask: to supply the world with what?

and this … royalty!reader is really . confused i think. to supply the world with what? what’s their purpose? what good can someone do when they’re stuck in a castle? they don’t know, so they keep painting. and maybe that’s enough.

…. i can’t remember if i mentioned this to you before but. i imagine that reader paints suguru a Lot once the events of the fic are over. as in…… eventually a corner of their room is dedicated to him and no one else . he’s very embarrassed about it. cutie <333

portrait of fryderyk in shifting light

THIS POEM . richard siken when i fucking catch you. it’s one of my absolute favorites of his and it…. really really REALLY helped me write some scenes 😭 especially the one where reader is painting. the writing is just so beautiful and flows so well. and it fits the themes of the fic perfectly !!

i sussed the gesso into foam and white roses, stalling. i troubled the shadows and silvered his edges. what can you know about a person? they shift in the light.

silvered his edges …. something something royalty!reader @ knight!sugu . BUT MORE THAN ANYTHING …. what can you know about a person? they shift in the light. that’s another quote that really gets to the core of the fic i think….!!! both sugu and reader aren’t what they seem to be. they shift in the light!!!

i find the parts that overlap with mine and light them up in clayd and creams, yellow music singing pink, the flicker of his mouth a purple rust. his face congeals as he settles in. his hair is bronze in here, not gold: walnut, bark, and cinnamon, chipped brick tipped in ink.

OUGHHHHHH AGAIN I’M JUST . so . enamored with the way he writes 💔💔💔 the colours…. the paint……. this is what goes through reader’s head when they’re painting suguru

difficult, to be confronted with the fact of yourself. opaque in the sense of finally solid, in the sense of see me, not through me.

SEE ME NOT THROUGH ME 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah. reader wants to be Seen but not Discovered. suguru does both. he sees them and sees through them and stays anyway. it’s difficult to accept yourself but he does it for them. he sees the wolf and the lamb and the little fox beneath !!!! and reader sees him for the kind wolf that he is :333

litany in which certain things are crossed out

h … heavy breathing …. another of my favorite siken poems . this one was my absolute fav for a while….. it’s a really long one and there are just . soo many lines that reminds me of them!!! :((((

of course, she wakes the dragon. love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere. i can already tell you think i’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but i’m not. i’m not the dragon. i’m not the princess either. (…) okay, so i’m the dragon. big deal. you still get to be the hero. you get magic gloves! a fish that talks! you get eyes like flashlights! what more do you want?

THE DRAGON/PRINCESS IMAGERYYYY. LOVE ALWAYS WAKES THE DRAGON !!!!!!! reader views themselves as The Dragon while suguru views them as The Princess . he’s The Hero obviously. i think reader is bitter towards suguru at the beginning for a Lot of reasons but one of them is jealousy. knights are domesticated creatures so they aren’t exactly Free but . they have more freedom than a chained royal . they get to run around in the forest and by the sea and they get to see the world :((( what more could he want?

you said i could have anything i wanted, but i just couldn’t say it out loud.

throws up blood . yeah . the knight offers his lord anything they wish for but they can’t say what they truly wish for . they can’t push the words out of their mouth .

forget the dragon, leave the gun on the table, this has nothing to do with happiness.

EXPLODES !!!!!!!! one of my favorite siken lines Ever. idk it’s just the vibes . i know you’ll understand mickey!!!!!!!! forget the dragon, this has nothing to do with happiness……

i want more applesauce. i want more seats reserved for heroes. dear forgiveness, i saved a plate for you. quit milling around the yard and come inside.

🥺🥺🥺 this line is so…. pretty. and hopeful. it makes me think more of knight!sugu than reader because i think he’s done many things he can’t forgive himself for . but the forgiveness he yearns for is just within reach . all he needs is a push. and i think reader more than anyone wants the better things in life — for themselves and for their knight.

suguru is passive in his suffering, but reader is willing to reach for what they want. and i think that inspires him. quit milling around the yard and come inside!!!!!! stupid silly knight >:((

unfinished duet

this is knight!suguru’s anthem . boy oh boy do i have thoughts about this ……

he wants to be tender and merciful. that sounds overly valorous. sounds like penance. and his hands? his hands keep turning into birds and flying away from him. him being you.

heavy breathing …. he wants to be tender and merciful. sounds like penance. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i have …. soooo many thoughts about knight!suguru but the center of his character really is Guilt. shame. he wants to repent for things he can’t remember doing. knights are meant to be ashamed . it’s the catholic in them i think

then there’s the bird line ….. as much as he pushes and pushes for that connection, he’s just as scared as reader is when it comes to intimacy!! his hands turn into birds and fly away from them . he’s afraid of crossing a line or boundary. i tried to show it in the fic but like …. he’s very particular about certain things . he’s willing to bend certain rules (esp later when his devotion starts sticking more to his lord than his knighthood) but he’s Very firm about other things . like not calling them by name at first . it’s a little… too much for him. knights really have to tiptoe that line.

…. there’s this one arthurian work that i love. that you’ve definitely heard about bc it’s so popular + they made a movie out of it and i don’t think it was a good adaptation but it was soooooo so good as a movie . gawain and the green knight….. I DON’T WANNA RAMBLE TOO MUCH BUT UM. i love the arthuriana :333 and i’m mentioning this story because gawain is tested on his value as a knight right. there’s a whole thing about how he kisses a man’s wife because it’d be impolite to deny the lady’s wishes (rejecting her would go against his honour as a knight), but he can’t sleep with her because that would go against … his honour as a knight. it’s a whole. purity thing. you need to be chivalrous but also chaste. so knight!sugu acts all charming and flirty but when reader wants him to cross the line between them he’s like 😳 yeah. he’s . a silly little guy .

what did you really want? someone to pass this with me. you wanted more.

cries . throws up . this is both knight!sugu and royalty!reader actually …. they limit themselves because they don’t think they capable of / allowed to have the thing they really want :(((( just having somebody by their side is enough for now….

was there no one else? his hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. eventually the birds must land.

…. yeahhhh . 😔😔 yeah . sorry this poem is wrecking me a little . eventually the birds must land!!!! knight!suguru can resist and royalty!reader can resist in kind but one day that distance Will be breached. they’re doomed to fall (positive).

snow and dirty rain

and finally …. this beast . it’s the final poem of siken’s crush collection and it goes…. insanely hard. soooo many lines here remind me of them mickey :((((( it’s sickening actually . just a little push more and then you’re free 🫂🫂🫂 here is a drink for u to sip while reading i made it just for you ☕️

we can do anything. it’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with.

OUGHHH . yeah . knight!sugu and royalty!reader both have pretty small hearts but they’re kinda…. overfilled . i think . they both struggle with kindness despite wanting to Do Good .

my dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying hold me tight, it’s getting cold.

….. i just realized every single one of these quotes is gonna wreck me entirely . I’M JUST???? THIS IS THEM?!????? IT WAS MADE FOR THEM?????? MY DRAGONFLY MY BLACK-EYED FIRE. MY LITTLE OUTLAW. the landscape after cruelty which is OF COURSE a garden which is OF COURSE a tenderness which is OF COURSE a room of sleeping lovers. tenderness is a garden . etcetc.

we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

just kill me actually . i wrote some of these lines here wayyyy back when you first sent this ask so being forced to read them again is . hurting me mickey 😭😭😭 FOR THE RECORD. this one is extremely knight!reader/prince!toru coded. the gentleness that comes not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it… yeahhh. you get me.

you said tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and i said this is the moon. this is the sun. let me name the stars for you.

🥺🥺🥺 reader asks about his life and visions and dreams . and suguru tells them about the moon and the sun and the constellations ….. ”let me name the stars for you.” <- SUCH a sugu thing to say. i can’t stand him . he’s so devoted it hurts when i think about him

we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so i said what do you want, sweetheart? and you said kiss me.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😵‍💫😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 KISS ME . this is literally the final scene between them . under the stars. suguru asks what they want and all they want is a kiss. THE SWEETHEART …… lowkey his favorite petname. i’m partial to it. they go through all the suffering and growing together and finally arrive at the gold room. where they get what they want. and all they want is each other . (sound of muffled sobbing)

we are all just trying to be holy. my applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. we are all going forward. none of us are going back.

and finally …… this 💔💔💔 it’s just . perfect. it’s so hopeful and it makes me so emotional. just mash your lips against me; none of us are going back. even though they were both born for doom there’s a bright future ahead of them :’3

OKAY I’M DONE . FINALLY . if you read all this then just know i’m smothering you in kisses…. i’m doing that regardless though . i love you!!!! thank you for loving them with me!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 i hope this was a fun read despite the wait </3

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

New game: Share your three best fanworks. No thinking, just the three that instinctively occur to you. Then copy-paste this ask to anonymously share with as many people as you want.

Delayed response, I'm sorry! But my first ask, how exciting. Thank you so much!

(btw @ussjellyfish I'm such a huge fan of your writing. I keep meaning to leave some comments (I'm always terrible about getting to that!) and I promise I will eventually but I just had to take the opportunity to mention it. I'm just in love with the way you do dialogue and I reread a bunch of your stories literally all the time <3)

Okay! Hmm, favorites.

First one is definitely whistling static when the young learn to fly (Agents of SHIELD, part of what I call the peaceful retirement post-season 5 AU, philindaisy family feels, 5,898 words). I've written a lot this past... year-ish, maybe like 20% percent of which is posted (oops), and whistling static is maybe my favorite thing I've done so far. It makes me so happy every time I reread it, which says a lot -- I love my own work, most of the time, but I'm also relentlessly critical of everything I do and am very good at convincing myself it's all terrible -- but whistling static does so many things I really really wanted it to do and covers a lot of themes that are super important to me. The repercussions of spending decades of your life as a spy, finding your own kind of peace (when you believed you never would) and whole messy process of it, building your life into what you what it to be and believing that that matters, because it does. It's warm and introspective and bittersweet and ultimately hopeful, which is maybe my favorite combination of all time. There are a lot of things about it I'm really proud of. It was also such a joy to write.

The second one that comes to mind... there's another AoS AU I've been building on and off, that is very, very canon divergent and essentially explores a drastically different path May's life could have taken. There is still a mission that goes terribly wrong, a traumatic event that affects her deeply and changes the course of her life, but everything is different -- so the aftermath is, too. It's currently at 7000ish words, very sparsely plotted and self-indulgent but it's very important to me. It's... also unpublished, which might make this cheating? Oops. But it's a story about building and rebuilding your life, about how love is something you work on, something you choose over and over, and how maybe sometimes doing the brave thing means choosing your own happiness. Through the course of it May and Andrew eventually adopt a little girl together (and her name is Elaine! Lainey Garner-May. I may be unreasonably proud of that name. And it maaaaaay ring a bell to one or two of you? 👀). It's unconventional family feels, STRIKE Team Delta fun and just. Feels heavy. It's really special to me for a lot of reasons. I have...three? pieces I'm hoping to wrangle into completion and maaaaybe post soon. We will see. In the meantime... here's a sneak peak? (I couldn't resist!) _

“I’m fine,” May said, a little too deliberately. Laura hummed. 

“Mm. Something’s bugging you, though.” 

May paused. Her hands didn’t stop moving -- the glasses didn’t so much as clink -- but something in the air did, as though an atmosphere could hold its breath. 

Laura didn’t. Propping her hip lazily against the counter, she was complacently aware that she’d likely prove a right menace in the interrogation room at this point, by dint of sheer, tired immunity to all her agents’ unconscious intimidation and elicitation tactics. On either side of the table. 

May rolled her eyes tiredly. “Ever think about joining up, Laur?”

“Nope,” said Laura cheerfully. It was an old exchange. “Happy where I am, thank you. Nice dodge, by the way.” 

When May relaxed it was easier to remember that she couldn’t be trusted with seasoning of any kind, that she almost always pulled dishwashing duty because she actually liked doing it. Laura thought about the legend this woman had been turned into in her absence, the way the soft sweater she was wearing still permitted a full range of motion and hero sat so awkwardly on her, heavy and cumbersome like nothing she had chosen ever was.  _

(This AU is also how I found out that Laura Barton is one of my absolute favorite povs to write. She's so much fun.)

And the third one that comes to mind, weirdly, is this character study I wrote for Tonks and Lupin from Harry Potter ages ago, that is actually complete (rare for me) but that I never posted because it was heavily, heavily inspired by the incredible dirgewithoutmusic's scar tissue boys and patchwork kids. And also a really a huge mess. But it was my first venture into this sort of... fling-ideas-at-characters-to-see-what-sticks stream of consciousness writing style, and also the beginning of my, really sort of figuring out a writing style that's mine, rather than just whatever sounds vaguely okay. It also contains what's actually still one of my favorite bits I've ever written:

Tonks wove their fingers carefully together, and didn’t think of never letting go.  (Theirs was a spot of light in a time when such things were not to be taken for granted; if a moment was all they would have, she was not going to spend it wishing for more.)

But since that's not published either, I'm going to poke tentatively at be the stillness of the moon. (Also Agents of SHIELD, and an early, alternate draft of whistling static, 3,773 words.) This one was HARD to write (the doc got to around 13k words with scrapped drafts...) but I have a thing with writing rambling conversations, the kind that whisk over like three different topics and aren't quite linear but make sense, ring true and have a point to them, a destination -- I write a lot of that and I think this is one of the times I did it best. I'm also really proud of all the little details, the way I can sort of see it playing out. This was one of those stories I really watched like a movie in my head while I was trying to write it (or *cough* trying to sleep). It was an early draft of whistling static that I got so frustrated with I started again from scratch with the same themes and a different approach and pov, but I came back to it after months and actually liked it and so... it ended up getting posted. I was amazed by the response it got, too, it got some really, really lovely comments. I stressed over it a lot but I'm really glad I ended up sharing this one.

so that's... four... (oh dear) and WOW, this got long winded. I'm sorry, I get overexcited! And I think I may have defeated the purpose here a little. Whoops. I really need to actually share more stuff. I'm working on it! This was so much fun, though. Thanks so much for asking!! <3 <3

[superslothpants]

Would Penny and Gadget ever reconcile because I know Claw did horrible things in the past but he was redeemed and I’m thinking if Penny was being distrustful about Claw I would understand the reason why but since Claw was redeemed and wasn’t causing any trouble wouldn’t Penny would feel guilty and talk things over with her uncle that raised her since she was a baby!!! So why is Penny is being a complete hypocrite(since she is dating Talon a former MAD agent) in your AU?

So it's kinda complicated how it played out exactly

So Penny was on the threshold of turning 18 during the events that Gadget and Claw got back together.

She was already emotional and stressed for a multitude of reasons and this happened at the wrong exact time.

Maybe if she was young enough to get over it it would've been fine but at this point she wasn't having it.

She also didn't really GIVE Claw a chance really

She was mainly pretty mad that Gadget would even think of giving him a second chance considering Claw tried essentially killing him and even sometimes her in the past.

This is technically pretty valid but she did give Gadget an ultimatum saying that if you really want to give this man another chance I won't ever talk to you again.

'Course Gadget tried to handle this but that ultimately failed she ended up going off to college and never coming back for a very long time

It snowballed from there with her telling herself she will visit him next year and the next year after that but it just turned into her never doing so

The only one other time she ended up visiting Gadget was a few months later when she was informed he was basically gonna die (he recovered obviously)

She was actually even aware of her cousin's(violet) disappearance and decided to handle investigating it herself but only cause obviously she knew her cousin didn't deserve what happened to her no matter how she hates Claw.

And keep in mind her cousin Olive even tried extending an olive branch to her one or two times because she was genuinely interested in meeting a cousin she never met in her life but Penny was pretty apathetic at the attempt unfortunately

(it's about to get pretty convoluted btw)

The bittersweet part of all of this is there is an arc called "The contingency plan" where the leader of viper ends up trapping Gadget and basically using a device to make him live a false reality where Claw and him never reconciled and basically Claw ended up trapping him for what felt like 18 years. But in reality the device was only used on him for a day but the damage permanently fried his brain. In this false reality a big part that broke him was that he thought Claw ended Penny.

So basically when Gadget came to Claw had no way to convince him none of those things happened and he ended up having a mental breakdown basically. The only real way to "cure" him was for Claw to contact Penny because if she visited Gadget he would see she was actually alive and hopefully get back to normal.

Long story short it technically worked, Penny and him finally made up but as I said the damage was permanent. Penny and Gadget made up but this damage did cause a rift in his marriage with Claw ironically.

I am SO SORRY that was a long ah answer lol

[luke-o-lophus]

Thanks for the tag @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction . I have a different problem in that almost all my WIPs are living just in my head. I haven't managed to actually write anything in ages. So I don't have titles....and will share details instead Anyway .....

Oh and 18+, sweeties

1. This bittersweet Marc x Merc!Reader fic set some months after the system becomes Moon Knight. Reader has been working with Marc on and off for a while and are FWB. But lately, something seems to have changed. Especially since that Egypt job he refuses to say anything about. Marc's even more self destructive than before, something you didn't think was possible. He also tended to get you out of the scene whenever things turned dicey then casually turn up later without a scratch.

Or, a sappy, bit angsty friends to lovers with a dash of only one bed and Marc sharing some secrets.

2. Get onboard the hurt/comfort smut train. No idea where this came from but my God is it filthy yet soft and so intensely h/c. Months after the events of the series, f!Reader gets kidnapped by remaining followers of Harrow's cult as she was the last to be seen with Moon Knight before he disappeared. Reader's tortured to extract info on who MK is and where he can be found but doesn't break until rescued by the boys. They aren't lovers at this point, btw.

The fic kinda starts off from here, a recovery/bonding story. And uh, there's, prepare for it, NC body modification with lactation kink. Yep. And this one sweet heartbreaking scene where Steven sits her down with her back to his chest in the bathtub and...provides relief. The one scene that made me think too much about this scenario, discuss a lot with @drifting-pieces-blog-blog then write nothing. Welp.

3. I've wanted to write a sex pollen fic in forever. So yeah, sex pollen fic with Santiago and Frankie x Wife!Reader. She gets hit by pollen while with Santi and Frankie is countries away and stuck due to bad weather. She is taken to the hospital (in an AU where sex pollen is a thing and hospitals have a treatment plan) where she refuses to have sex with a sex-worker to halt effects of the pollen. Frankie's updated on everything by Santi and hates to see her in terrible pain and begs her to reconsider. When hours and hours pass and doctors worry the stress may damage her health, Frankie and Santi devise a plan.

Or, Frankie convinces reader to have sex with Santi while he watches and directs from video call. Multiple times, until the weather clears and he can get back. Then uh...group sex. Sweet sad smutty group sex.

.....

That's about it. Would anyone be interested in reading any of these? Maybe that'd push me to start writing LOLOL. Welp anyway. Here's some non pressure tags @scarabgrant @drifting-pieces-blog-blog

WIP Game

tagged by @prolix-yuy and @mindidjarin thank you to both of you <33

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.   

dark hearted people - ezra x reader x joel

stay in bed

perfectly wrong - joel miller x reader pwp

screwed up and brilliant - max phillips x reader

unnamed brat taming with joel

tagging: @fuckyeahdindjarin @radiowallet @jazzelsaur @littlemisspascal @goodwithcheese @wint3r-h3art @inklore @fluffyprettykitty @queenofthefaceless @welcometostayingawake and anyone who wants to!

[azlrse]

I wanna expand more of the Replaced!MC AU that many of you liked and even posted some fics (which I really loved btw!). I'm hyperfixated towards my very own AU and I want to explain further more about this AU;

Basically in this alternate universe, MC is the student council president of a very prestigious school in the human world. A school where the best and smartest students came from and they run the student body with an iron fist. The school itself is more like an ivy league school and was indeed very fancy and strict. Comparing it to Devildom's RAD (Royal Academy of Diavolo) where the students tend to disregard the improper wearing of uniform, the school where MC attended reinforces the strict rule of wearing the uniform correctly.

There are many claims on why MC was chosen to be the student council president. Some say that their intelligence, perseverance, and strong will can make the school a better place while others say that they make their way towards the top by participating in many academic and extracurricular activities, contributing to their overall attributes on why they became one of the candidates during the rally.

But deep inside, MC transformed all those bittersweet and horrible memories of their time as a exchange student; the memories where they were humiliated, abandoned and was deemed as an annoyance, a pest and overall, a human who was was "desperate" to have some time with the demon brothers only to be ignored for the new human they call their friend.

Those memories are the reason why they became a new person. They refused to be seen as weak nor being casted aside and being called worthless and annoying. They don't want to be that MC whom they burned, never to be seen again. Their past self whom they pitted but only to be scoffed off and left them for good.

MC can hate the brothers for what they have done, yes but very deep within their gut they either want to forgive them or have a revenge plotted against them but it's your own choice to decide. After all...

It's your story to begin with. So, which ending will you prefer, dear reader?

[Feel free to send in some ask about this AU of mine! I wanna answer some questions or thoughts about this AU of mine :DD]

[alberivh]

Kisses of The night ( ficlets )

how the sweetness of their kisses lingers through your lips in every single nights; of your endearing title as a noble and a lover to a lowly servant.

diluc, kaeya, albedo x gn!readers II Royal AU

pure fluff, slight comfort/hurt (little bit just like little bit trust me)

a/n ; was thinking of how one of my fav otome characters say goodbye to his lover and shit is so fluffy i fucking hate it /writes the whole shits into references/ (i hate the kaeya one, btw so uh ok)

Diluc — servant of love

diluc’s deep voice would always surrounded your fancy room with humming of lullabies; Either if it’s the chirping of birds that accompanied both of your night together or if it’s the silence devotion which shown in every inch of his delicate ruby eyes. he would always stay within the radiance of you, even if it meant for him to endanger his fragile life. His warmth was never-ending, satisfaction always linger through the breeze. Never as a lover he left you, but is it ironic how his love was unconditionally made just for you? “how come your warm is beautiful diluc..you’re a servant, not the one who cares my living being” “hmm? that’s exactly what i am, a servant..of love, dove.” what meant to be a portray of love, when you had him by your side. A gentlesoul, the most purest of ‘em all. He cares your waist, step and bow, he managed to make the movements succeed as expected. Perfect. dancing night to night; outstanding the beauty of the nobles, he fell in love. Thus So, he kisses your lips, the drying lips that await his lingering warmth. The autumn breeze which missed his thrilling devotion. The eyes that met his endearing love, the cries of happy tears of living in a forbidden tales. Diluc lips are a serving of bittersweet and reality, the form of dream that nobody could ever reach; except, you and him. ‘Goodnight, love.’

Kaeya — stars and servant of skies

the blue hair he tied, the love he despises, the personality he prescribe..everything falls when he knew your sincerity. Every each part of him is perfectly made, just for you to call him ‘an endearing star’. Just for him to understand what love meant, for a relationship between the unknown-twine. When he let you touch his blind eye, how does it feel to realized you both were in love? To trust one another is a beauty, to have a home to linger is a perfection. He is the star that stay in the most beautiful night, the star to your own home. your promises with him are all eternal, “found me again in another life” , he kisses your cheekbones..“your orders are my command, love” he ended the embrace with a warm cold of affection, oh..he count you as precious. he was deeply scared of abandonment. because this feeling he had..was wonderful enough to be dream of. He cried so many tears, whimpers of beg and even frustration, in front of you. But you seem to accept and it feels as if he was in the same bound as you, the endearing star of your home. To whisper another promises by the lips, he kisses the lips that reassure his days. the night seems like a devotion to you, how the salty tears ended up frosting your lips with sweetness..he trust you once more. The endearing star loves you once more and you couldn’t help but feel as if it was fate for the nobles to love the servant of the skies..you’re lovely kaeya. ‘i’m home…sweetheart’

Albedo — the light of servings

albedo’s finger always seems to protect you, either from the melted candle beside your bathtub..the roses that scarred your skin-tips and the warm feeling of dying in a noble courses. Albedo couldn’t abandoned the feeling of being in love, he wasn’t sure either if it’s right to accept such a thing in the first place. Letting your hand intertwined with his palm; the craving wonderful feeling of being accompanied. letting the star in his neck brightened your day, he has learnt too much about affection from you. Albedo learns how to share an emotion, with the person he serves, with the person he used to despised, with the person who loved him…for every each part of him. Thus he continued to let your night be as special as you want it to be, as Albedo finally understand what does companion actually meant. he has too many debts and you’re one of them. The steps of his hands, soothes your face to relaxation. Here he is standing above you, kissing the fracturing part of you, the thirst beyond anything…your lips finally touch his bare tongue, oh dear, is this what satisfaction feels like? The candles scent that melted onto the air, the lovely medium breeze that taunted the walls. He was the brightest light in the darkest night. His kisses are beautiful, made for his one and only everything, the person who changed his nights. “Master…you really astonished me, didn’t you?”

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