#YES I WANT THE PURPLE MERMAID SCALE DETAILING PLEASE

[viterbofangirllovestheuntamed]

#you know it might be for the best that jin ling got his prenamed sword as a tragic keepsake #otherwise who knows what he would have named that thing #his uncles nodding indulgently and with pride as he chooses something like 'raising dread' or whatever #jin zixuan being basically a normal person saving the day from beyond the grave (via autumnslantern)

you know, maybe jfm should have had a clue that something was going south when his 13 year old son named his spiritual sword "sandu"

[the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars]

Chapter 18: Angelique Lamour

You make a beautiful mermaid, you know.”

“What do you want, Tony? You only give out free compliments when you want something.”

Angel smiled into her mirror at the image of Tony standing behind her. The heterochromic model ran a hand through his hair and pouted at her. He was looking pretty good himself as a merman, with the various shades of purple adoring his torso and face, patterns of scales making him look completely different. Continuing to smile, Angel fixed her hair a bit. Most of them had been finished with make-up, but the shoot couldn't start without the star; Poseidon. So they were all currently waiting for the finishing touches on today's center-piece.

“I was hoping you had some hot guy you could set me up with”, sighed Tony.

“...Are you serious?”, asked Angel surprised and turned around in her chair. “You?”

Tony huffed and crossed his arms. “Look. I'm aware I'm an absolute catch and I have no problems batting my eyelashes at a guy and make him buy me a yacht. But that's all so... superficial.”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Tony sat down on Angel's vanity, pouting at her. “Kit's been talking all about the cutesy little dates that Joss has been having with that hot lady doctor Laureen set them up with. So, I figured, maybe stop seducing rich guys who just want sex, maybe ask a good friend to set me up with someone they think is a good match. Congrats, you're the friend I chose because Kit is too much of a lesbian to even acknowledge that men could be dating material for others, she just wiggled her nose at me and glared in a very disturbed way. So. Set me up with a guy.”

Angel smiled at that and perked up a little. Tony was right, Joss had been happier in the past two weeks than Angel had seen them in a long time. Maybe if finding a date yourself isn't working, trusting a good friend can work. She was more than happy to help. Just to deflate a little.

“I... don't exactly know a lot of gay guys. Or, you know, guys on the gay-spectrum. Uhm. Would you say that like that? Like, bisexual and pansexual men”, elaborated Angel before pausing. “Actually no never mind I just had an absolute genius idea! Oh!”

She suddenly jumped up in excitement and got her phone out. Tony raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“Do not make me regret this, Lamour!”, warned Tony seriously.

Angel just giggled delighted while texting before holding up her phone and taking a picture of Tony. Look at that pretty face. Fancy a date with him? 28, professional model, hobby baker and artist at heart. He's a cutie! And you've been a sulking single for OVER a year now!!!

“Just you wait”, chimed Angel and pulled up a picture. “Look at this. Would want to date him?”

Tony made a drawn-out humming sound. “Cute. Freckles. Bit of a kitten-vibe and I'm more of a puppy-person. But sure. Nice to look at. Seems... familiar somehow.”

“He's my ex. Jamie, the pub-owner”, offered Angel, tilting her head.

“Mh. Business-owner”, whispered Tony. “Nice. Okay, sure. If he's on board, set us up for a date.”

Angel made a delighted noise at that, before someone cleared their throat next to them. Both models turned to look at Noxia Black. The photographer looked incredibly unimpressed, a glare on her face as she tapped her fingers against the side of her camera.

“If you two are done playing dating app, you're at work here”, grunted Noxia annoyed.

“Sorry, boss lady”, grinned Tony and Angel sheepishly.

“I'm not the boss lady. She is”, stated Noxia and jerked her head toward Sonia Gold.

It wasn't necessarily regular for Sonia to sit in on a shooting herself. Tony and Angel exchanged a curious look. Granted, this was a huge shoot for this campaign. Poseidon had first been presented as a competitive swimmer, showing off the swim-suit line-up together with other such sea deities. After the first big ads had been aired and plastered all over the streets, showing the athletic Olympic gods in Chiron Training gear, they now wanted to broaden the campaign and double down on the mythology. Poseidon presenting a gold-medal to an actual Olympic gold-medal winner, with the other models who played the Olympian gods dressed as mermaids and mermen surrounding them as bystanders. Angel absolutely loved the pitch for this one – and the costumes!

“Don't be bothered by the boss”, assured Sonia with one of her charming smiles.

Sonia Gold fascinated Angel. She was downright perfect. Always perfectly dressed, with no wrinkles on her clothes, not a hair out of place, make-up, shoes and jewelry always fitting the outfit. She was the perfect image of a business woman the way Angel had always pictured them.

“What can we do for you, Miss Gold?”, asked Tony, his smile matching hers.

He looked amazing with the silk wrapped around his lower body, his upper body painted purple and with scales. The only thing missing about his outfit so far were the contact lenses meant to make him look like a predator. Angel understood that; she hadn't put hers in yet. They always irritated her eyes so she'd rather wait until they were necessary.

“When I was getting ready this morning, I was thinking about the shoot and a piece of my private jewelry caught my eyes. I thought that it would work wonders with the costume-design for you, Angelique”, explained Sonia and opened her purse.

She got a black box out and opened it to show a breathtaking pearl-necklace to Angel. It was a three-strand necklace with pearls of various white and blue shades and different sizes. The biggest pearl at the front of the upper strand looked as though it had an H on it. How curious.

“This looks beautiful and expensive”, noted Angel softly.

“Oh, believe me, it is”, laughed Sonia. “You truly think I own a single piece of jewelry worth less than 50k? Sweetheart, please. I couldn't embarrass myself like this.”

“So when you say that, just... how much is this one?”, asked Tony slowly, motioning at the pearls.

“250k”, replied Sonia with a smooth smile. “So try not to lose it and return it to me later.”

“W... What? I can't wear this”, sputtered Angel flustered. “Sonia, please.”

“Oh, nonsense. I have over half a dozen pearl-necklaces”, dismissed Sonia casually. “I saw the design-pitch from Elizabeth and knew something... eye-catching was missing. This, this will do. I want this campaign to be perfect. Now, back to work, people.”

“You heard the boss lady. Back to work”, repeated Noxia louder. “Let's get this shoot started.”

~*~

Angel had a skip to her step as she walked the halls of Gold Standard, heading toward her best friend's desk. Joss looked deep in thought, hunched over their laptop. For Angel, who had come to the US from France, it had been strange to talk about a single person with plural pronouns because they were gender-neutral. That just did not naturally exist in the French language in the way English offered 'they' and ever since meeting Joss, Angel had come to appreciate this special thing about the English language. Because while Joss mostly preferred either 'she' or 'he', Angel was not a mind-reader and when not with Joss – which was generally the main instances when one used pronouns for people – Angel couldn't always know what pronouns Joss preferred that day, unless she had talked to Joss that day beforehand. Angel had voiced that confusion to Joss after the two had first become friends and Joss had encouraged her to use neutral pronouns then. Most working close with Joss knew and respected that. And some days, particularly when Joss was already stressed and telling people what they preferred was just too much work and too exhausting on top of everything, Joss just generally went with 'they'.

“Yo—ou look like you could use a cupcake.”

Smiling, Angel placed a cupcake with blue frosting in front of Joss. Blinking a few times, Joss looked up at her. After taking a bite from the cupcake, Joss offered Angel a small smile.

“Thanks”, mumbled Joss around the bite. “Sugar and food was exactly what I needed.”

“Wonderful. So that will make it easier to get details about your date”, stated Angel eagerly.

“Oh no. No. Don't”, groaned Joss. “Why are you so invested in my love-life?”

“Call me Amor, I seek love-stories”, chimed Angel. “Come on, please. You've been so busy lately, you and Sunny must be going on a ton of dates, right?”

Joss shifted a little and cleared their throat. “It was... very nice. Unexpected, to be honest. I've never been to a charity gala before. Gave me an excuse to wear that fancy cocktail dress you gave me for my last birthday. Savitri was... flustered and gaping at me. It was... a nice feeling?”

Angel giggled a little at that and sat down on the edge of the desk. “I like this new thing you have going on. With the smiling and the staring at your phone with a far-off look when she texts you.”

“Shut up”, grumbled Joss and tossed a piece of cupcake at Angel. “Did you just come here to torment me and interrogate me, or did you want something else...?”

“Yes, I wanted to go get lunch with you. And before that, I wanted to drop these off with Sonia again. They're... hers. She gave them to me for the last shoot.”

Her fingers played with the pearls. Joss narrowed their eyes at Angel. Some days, Joss presented as very feminine – with the hair, make-up, heels and wearing a skirt-suit. Angel had come to realize that the most strict of dress-code, pants and vest, when Joss would also be binding and usually had the hair up in a bun, usually meant that Joss was presenting as a guy that day. Angel, as a model, knew that clothes by far weren't everything. And then there were the more ambiguous days, or the days where even though Joss was feeling female, she still had no mind/focus/time to put thought into make-up or hair, so it was tricky to judge based on looks alone. Angel had to admit, it had fascinated her a lot at first – when she had come to Los Angeles, she had just been nineteen and only had a vague understanding of trans people existing, but a broader spectrum? She had tiptoed a lot and probably asked many inappropriate questions, but Joss had been very indulgent and patient. Which, Angel now knew, was really not something Joss had owed her and, the more often Angel saw it, saw people who did not understand anything about Joss' gender-identity, the more Angel understood just why. It really couldn't be Joss' responsibility to explain everything to everyone. Moments like those had Angel realize just how easy her life was, being CIS and also being straight. Well, the whole being pretty, white and from a well-doing European country also helped.

“Sonia is out on a lunch-meeting with Carroll Lewis”, informed Joss.

“Carroll Lewis? Like the CEO of Red Queen Records?”, asked Angel in awe. “Oh. I mean, I know they work together on many occasions, but... oh, basically all my favorite musicians are under that label. She has such a keen eye for talent, it's amazing.”

“Mh”, grunted Joss with that furrow-browed look.

“What? What is it?”, asked Angel curiously as the two of them left Joss' desk behind.

Joss led the way to the elevator. “I... have a bad feeling about her. Something about Miss Lewis is... peculiar. And not in the quirky, adorable way you are peculiar.”

“Hey”, huffed Angel with a pout. “I think I may take offense to that.”

Joss quirked their lips as they entered the elevator to make their way to get lunch.

~*~

They barely made it into Liddell's Sweets, by pushing past panicking people. Angel gulped and felt herself immediately pushed behind Joss. She stared wide-eyed over Joss' shoulder just to see the chaos. Costumers, turned to stone. Statues now. Behind the counter, a purple-skinned, scaled version of Laureen Liddell, hissing – no, her hair. Her hair was hissing. Her dreadlocks having come to life and turned into dozens of snakes. Angel squeaked high-pitched.

“What is that?”, exclaimed Angel.

“You need to get out of here”, ordered Joss seriously. “Now.”

“Oh, I am not leaving without you!”, stated Angel sternly, grabbing Joss' wrist.

Joss tried to wrangle out of her grip, but for someone as petite and dainty as Angel, the model really had an iron-grip when it came to protecting those she loved. Only around the corner did Joss manage to shake Angel off, but the blonde still stood close, glaring fiercely.

“What were you planning?”, hissed Angel. “You're my best friend, I won't have you throw your life away trying to save people when you are clearly not qualified! The police, or the local superheroes, are going to take care of this, I'm sure.”

Joss' lips thinned and their face hardened. “Angelique, this is not the time for arguments, this-”

Before Joss could continue with the preaching, a bright blue glow emitted from the pearl-necklace. Moments later and there was a... fish... floating right in front of Angel's face, bubbles – no, that was actual water but it looked like bubbles – floating along with the fish.

“Hello, I am Pisces. Please cease the quarreling, it is unproductive. That in there is Como Berenices, a powerful constellation under the element of fire. Her stare can burn the life away from a person. I am water personified. Pisces, leader of the water-signs. Best equipped to fight them.”

“I... I... The fish is talking. The fish is talking, Joss”, hissed Angel.

“So... Pisces has been laying around at Sonia's place unused”, whispered Joss wide-eyed. “Of course, she is not born under your sign so even if she found the pearl and thought it pretty, it was useless for her because the Zodiacs can only attach themselves to someone born under their sign.”

“What are you talking about? Zodiacs, like the superheroes?”, asked Angel surprised.

“But... You said that Sonia gave you the necklace? You, specifically?”, asked Joss, looking at Angel.

“Hello? Can we please focus on Coma Berenices in there?”, requested Pisces, flapping her fins.

“Yes, Sonia gave them to me, but... So, am I a superhero now?”

Angel looked from Joss to Pisces, completely overwhelmed. The little fish nodded and smiled.

“Close your eyes and concentrate on your costume and a weapon of your choice”, instructed Pisces.

Nodding, Angel did as she was told. She made a delighted sound when she opened her eyes again and turned to look into the window-front of the long-since abandoned store next to them. Most businesses around had already been evacuated thanks to the villain-attack on the café. She was wearing a strong, if her wishes had been fulfilled bullet-proof, shirt with frills running out looking like scales, her waistline highlighted like she remembered seeing mermaids in cartoons, the skirt light and wide enough to allow for good leg-movement. Her shoes were sturdy boots matching her shirt and her mask in color. Light blue, nearly cyan. Her lips were a darker shade of blue, matching the shells woven into her long, blonde hair. A braid was far more practical for fighting. And in her hand, she was holding a trident as long as she was tall.

“You look ridiculous”, whispered Joss softly. “How does a professional model have zero taste in fashion, I just... don't understand that...”

“How is that the reaction you have to me becoming a superhero and just... sparkle-changing into a new outfit! There is a flying, talking fish right there!”, exclaimed Angel frustrated.

Joss looked at her fondly before rubbing their cuff-links. A blinding, white light surrounded Joss and when it faded, they were wearing a gray cloak over a black and white checkered outfit. On their shoulder sat a black and white owl. But not like a snow-owl black and white, no one half was entirely black and, split in the middle, the other half was white. How... huh.

“This is Gemini, my partner. I've been... working in the shadows until I joined the Zodiac alliance recently”, elaborated Joss with a sigh. “Pisces. You sure it's a good idea to send Angel in there? She hasn't had a day's worth of training, not with her powers or her weapon.”

“Oh, please, dear”, huffed Angel offended, whirling her trident once. “You think I'd cook up a weapon I can't use at least some? I've learned to fight with a staff and I've actually fought with lances before, on horses, when I was working the medieval fair during high school. This? Can't be that much harder. Same principle, just got three points instead of one.”

“The important thing is: You need to concentrate. Your focus is your main weapon. If you focus, you can control water”, stated Pisces seriously. “How much and how far your reach is, that depends on just how well your grip on your concentration is.”

Angel locked eyes with Joss and nodded firmly. Together, the duo ran out from the alley and right into Liddell's Sweets. Joss immediately reached out to cover Angel's eyes. Right. Looked like Medusa, had the powers of Medusa, probably. When Joss removed their hand again, everything around them was foggy. They could vaguely make out shapes, but such a thing as actual eye-contact was impossible. Angel turned to look surprised at her best friend.

“Gemini is under the element of air. I learned to... work with that”, whispered Joss. “Make the air thinner, warmer, colder, thicker. Fog... is pretty easy. But now we have to stay alert.”

“Okay. So. What is this? I mean, this... thing... is... possessing Laureen?”, asked Angel confused.

“Sort of. Your power, your costume, your weapon, they come from a symbiotic bond with Pisces. This is... a more parasitic kind of bond”, replied Joss quickly. “We need to wash it out. In my experience, knocking them out severs the bond. An unconscious body can't be used. When they part, we have to collect the... pearl. Contain it. Got it?”

“Exhaust, wash out, take the jewelry. Simple enough”, nodded Angel seriously.

The hissing of snakes was the only warning before teeth sank into Angel's arm. She screamed and tore her arm away from the vicious Medusa-like monster that used to be this kind, sweet baker.

“If we hurt it, do we hurt her?”, asked Angel panicked.

“It... depends”, sighed Joss. “I don't know for this one. Some are capable of protecting their host.”

Angel stumbled over a petrified customer on the ground. Were they dead? Would they turn back? No time to think on that. Her head snapped up and she zoomed in on the bar.

“Okay. Okay. Okay. Can you distract her?”, asked Angel. “Buy me some time.”

“Sure. Be... careful, Pisces”, requested Joss concerned.

Joss kept their head down as they started fighting hand to hand against the alien symbiote in front of them. Angel hurried over to the bar, turning on the faucet, using everything she could find that was liquid – coffee, tea, even the water from the flower-vases on the table. Closing her eyes, she lifted all the water and aimed it at Laureen-not-Laureen. The snakes screeched as Angel surrounded them in a cocoon of water, causing Joss to immediately back off.

“Pisces. What are you doing?”, asked Joss loudly.

“You said passing out makes them part. So I make her pass out without hurting her. Well. Without hurting her too much. She just has to lose conscience. So. Shut up, because I don't wanna drown her and have to concentrate over here”, barked Angel out.

Joss looked honestly taken aback by that, but remained quiet after. Coma Berenices struggled, until she didn't and her form floating in the pillar of water became limb. A purple light faded from her and left Laureen, snakes turned back to limb dreadlocks. Angel immediately dropped the water, while Joss hurried over to give CPR. When Laureen was spitting water all over, Angel picked up the small marble. Purple and glassy. She blinked curiously and pocketed it.

“What... happened?”, asked Laureen, voice raspy.

“Nothing to worry about. You are safe now, random citizen”, assured Angel.

Joss raised an eyebrow at that, though they then urged Angel on to leave the café behind while the petrified customers slowly turned back human. The two made it around the corner before turning back to their civil identity. Angel handed the marble over to Joss.

“I'll take care of this”, nodded Joss, frowning. “But there are other things that worry me more. Sonia had a Zodiac, just like that. And then knew to give it to someone born under that sign. Then she happens to be out for lunch so you can't give a three-hundred thousand dollar necklace back.”

“You're... not suggesting that Sonia Gold is... involved with this, right?”, asked Angel worried.

With a head-shake, Joss sighed. “Come on. Let's go get lunch, Angel.”

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[freakyninjaboy]

Fiction Coffee

First Excerpt:

I sit before the counter, a coffee cup on the said counter. Obviously filled with coffee, I'm generally a hot drink drinker. As I sit, gently have my hands around the cup. Nursing its warmth.

   My eyes look around the room. Rolling over the shelves of books, all of which I've read countless times. Over the stools and chairs arranged around tables all over. The posters hanging the walls, each showing a different creature. A griffin. A dragon. A Unicorn. Some mermaids. The heroes. I tick each one off in my head. I glance at the counter before me. The marble's swirling design, grays, whites, and blacks dancing with each other. The cash register all ready for the day ahead. Everything in place. Where it should be.

   I finally stare out the big front window, watching as a few people pass. It's not quite time for the morning rush. Light is slowly getting brighter by each passing minute. I wait patiently. The sign on the glass door says 'Closed' until I flip it over. The painted decal on the front is backward, made for the people passing by. But I know the words by heart.

   "Saoinn's Fantasy Coffee Shop"

   I watch as a certain figure pass in front. They are running past. I sigh and take one last sip of my coffee. They must have realized they passed the place they were going and I saw them run to the front of my door. I shake my head and walk to the front, reluctant to leave my coffee. I open the door for them and flip over the 'Closed' sign so now it says 'Open'.

   Here comes the chaos.

Second Excerpt:

I sit in the store. It’s a slow day and it’s a slow hour. An elderly couple sits at one of the tables, chatting softly.

I drink in the scene around me. It felt strangely still. My employee working in the back, Felicia Nadiya, stocking up things. For a fairy she is quite strong. I faintly hear her singing along to her music. I shake my head and look out the front window.

There’s a hot person.

Standing outside my door.

Reading my sign.

Now I’m alert.

My heart skips a beat. They look perfect. They might be the mate I’ve been looking for, since leaving the sea.

They enter my coffee shop. I plaster on my best smile, which instead feeling fake, it felt genuine. I say in the calmest voice I could muster, “Hello! Welcome to  ‘Saoinn’s Fantasy Coffee Shop’ I’m Saoinn and I’m here to assist you in any way I can.”

“Yeah!” Their voice sounds like a nice medium between deep and high pitch, I suppress a shiver. “I heard I could check out books here. The library doesn’t have the books I’m looking for, so I wonder if you might do.”

My heart does a flip, “I can look for you! I have a wide selection of different fantasy books, obviously, and science fiction. What are you looking for?” I move out from behind the counter.

I put my arm around his shoulders and led them to the shelves. I mentally slapped myself, why did I do that?

A blush rose to their cheeks, “I uhh, was looking for books about Selkies.”

My mind now races, one prominent question in my head. ‘Do they know I am one?’

I clear my throat and remove my arm from their shoulders, “Yeah! We have quite a few in here, are you looking for historical mythology or a generalized story?” I start looking for the titles.

“I’m looking for a good story. I wanna see human’s interpretations of them.” They shrugs and then their eyes went wide.

I tighten my jaw. This person must be a mythical creature as well. Only mythics call people ‘humans.’ But a faint smile play at my lips. They are so perfect.

“I have a few!” I pull them from the shelves and carried them to the counter.

They visibly relax and walk over to the counter with me, “Awesome! May I borrow them?”

I nod, “Yeah! I just need you to fill something out.” I lean over the counter and stretched to get my clipboard of ‘check outs’. Unfortunately for me it’s a little far beneath the counter hanging, but I managed to grab it.

I straighten back up and see the person’s face a few shades of red. At first I was confused then I realized I wore tight pants today. I just gave them a show of my ass. Now I’m red too.

They cough, “What do I need to fill out?”

“Oh! Yeah! Just write your name and phone number and the books you are borrowing. Also I need the date.” I point to each section where they need to write.

They nod and took the clipboard from my hands and the pen I offered. Then they sat down at a nearby table and started filling out the spaces.

In effort to fill the silence, I blurted out, “What are your pronouns?”

They looked up at me with surprise. Another mental slap to myself. They smile, “He/him, you?”

“They/them please.” I smile slightly relieved at the sight of his smile. Man, that was an incredibly smile. It makes my heart melt just a little.

“You are a cute person.” He says. Is he flirting? I’m not good with this.

“You’re handsome yourself.” Was that good? I can’t tell, I need my Wing-woman.

“Thank you.” He says.

I smile at that and say, with finger guns, “No problemo.”

He laughs. Oh sea’s palace, that laugh is melodic. I’ll listen to it all day if I could.

“You seem to be quite the interesting being.” He gives another smile. One that melts my heart, again.

“If you ever want to hang out here, you are welcomed.” I blurt out. Another burst of words? What is wrong with me?

“I would love to. Unfortunately I have to go, thanks Saoinn. You’re the best.” He winks and picks up the books, leaving the clipboard on the counter. And walks out.

“See ya!” I say after him.

He nods his head, “See you soon.”

I pick up the clipboard. I see his handwriting, it’s so pretty. Every words seems to flow into each other, each letter distinct.

I see his name.

‘Quasn’

Third Excerpt:

Everyday, my mind wanders. It could be to my past life. Or it could be to the strange future. Well, since meeting Quasn, he is all I can think of.

I just imagine him hugging me. Speaking kind words in that wonderful medium voice. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I’ve never thought these things before about anyone.

My mind also wanders to our only interaction. Analyzing every detail. Reliving it.

“Hey! Saoinn! Are you there?” Felicia waves her hand in front of my face. Snapping me out of my musings.

“Sorry Felicia. I was just...  thinking.” I stare out the front window. I place my head on the counter, still staring.

“Lemme guess. It’s about Quasn.” She draws out his name in a teasing tone.

“Shut up!” I sit straight up, “I was thinking of stuff.”

“And it was about Quasn, I know you too well Saoinn.” She’s right. That’s why Felicia's my best friend.

“I give up. Felicia, he just seems like ‘the one’ you know?” I say laying my head back on the counter, this time looking at Felicia.

“Remember what happened last time you said that?” She gives me the ‘look’. The look is just this certain face she makes when she expects me to say one certain thing.

I sigh, “I know, she turned out to be extremely homophobic.” I shiver, “She even called me one gender saying I had to be it. But he’s definitely different! I just have this feeling.”

“Saoinn, I just don’t want to see you hurt again. Please be careful.” Felicia smiles softly, and pats my head.

I nodded, “Can you make me some of your specialty coffee?”

She laughs, “Of course.”

She goes to the coffee machines to make the coffee. I’m still sitting on the stool and my head is still on the counter. I stare at the empty space where Felicia was. There’s a poster on the wall, it’s the one of the dragon.

The dragon is flying above water, a boat just below it. On the boat is some pirates, and some human selkies. How I can tell, I don’t know, I just can. The dragon is purple and black scaled one. Marking the dragon as a shadow dragon. It’s my favorite poster. I got it from a Ren-Fair.

The front door opens, and I sit up and start my mantra, “Hi, welcome to ‘Saionn’s Fantasy Coffee Shop’ I’m Saoinn, and I’m her-“

It’s Quasn. He’s carrying my books into the shop.

“Oh! Hey Quasn!” I smile wide.

“Hey, Saoinn! I’m returning the books I borrowed!” I suppress a shiver, and he walks up to the counter placing the books on there.

“Thanks! I’ll take care of them for you. What did you think of them?” I pick them off the counter and walk to the shelves. Placing them in their respectful places.

“I loved them all! I especially liked the one about the Selkie that risked his life for that dragon. It was so wonderful and daring! I was hanging on every word!” He said with such enthusiasm, I would be willing to hear anything he says.

“HEY SAOINN! YOUR COFFEE IS DONE! So stop flirting with them and introduce me!” Felicia shouts from behind the counter.

My face turns bright red, “You don’t have to be so rude about it! I’m sorry Quasn. She’s a handful sometimes.”

Quasn laughs. That melodic laugh. “It’s quite alright.”

I walk over to the counter with Quasn and Felicia hands me my coffee. “Now Saoinn, who’s your buddy here?” She gives me a knowing look.

“This is Quasn. Quasn this is Felicia.” I say while still blushing lightly. I take a sip of my coffee to help calm my nerves, because they are shot right now.

“Nice to meet you, Felicia.” He sticks out his hand and gives her a smile.

Felicia shakes his hand, “As it is to you, Quasn. I’ve heard a lot about you. Saoinn just loves to-“

I cover her mouth, “Nope we’re not doing that. If you couldn’t tell Quasn, Felicia is my Best Friend.”

He laughs at our interaction. “Well it definitely looks like it. I hope it’s all good things Saoinn talks about.”

I blush harder and Felicia nods. She removes my hand from her mouth, “Would you like any coffee? This one is on the house. I can make you some of my specialty.”

“Yes I would love to, if It’s alright if Saoinn can join me.” He winks. Felicia nods, it’s as if they are speaking in a code I can’t understand. Plus I’m blushing even harder.

“You betcha! Saoinn, take a break. You need it.” She says and turns around to make the coffee.

Quasn wraps his arms around my shoulder and leds me to table. I blush even harder and I stammer out, “You- um you didn’t have to, uh say that. The thing. I, dammit, sorry.”

He gives me a heart warming smile and rubs my shoulder, “It’s alright. You look so adorable doing that anyways. Take your time.”

My heart leaps. No one ever said that to me before. “I, thank you. No one’s ever told me that before. It’s just. I uh... Words don’t ever want to -uh- work! For me.”

We reach a table and we both sit down. His eyes look so soft. They are the blue as the ocean. A pang of loneliness stabs my heart.

He reminds me of home.

“Well, Saoinn,” it sounds like he is purring my name, I suppress another shiver, “I would love to hear more about you.”

My eyes brighten, “What would you like to know?” I take a sip of the coffee.

We just started talking. I felt at ease with him. Anything can go. At one point Felicia gave Quasn his coffee, but we were deep in conversation. It was great. I learned so much about him. He had just move in town. His favorite animal is Dragons. He enjoys Ren-Fairs. (Score for me, and a date idea.) It was perfect. He’s perfect. We didn’t realize it but we talked for hours. I’m glad Felicia let us talk for that long.

But it felt too soon when he had to go.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get back home. My cats need me.” He says getting up. Our coffee cups are empty, we finished them without realizing it.

“Well, do you have any plans tomorrow?” I ask, holding some hope.

Quasn shakes his head, “Not at all do you?”

“Nope the shop is closed tomorrow, that’s why I’m asking.” I say with a playful laugh, “I was wondering if you would like to do something with me tomorrow.”

“I would love to.” That sentence right there made my heart skip a beat.

“Great! Meet you here? Out front? Around 2-ish?” I say.

“It’s a date.” He gives me hug.

Oh ocean above, that hug was better than anything I could ever imagine. It was over too soon.

“See you tomorrow, Saoinn!” He waves and walks out the door.

“See you then!” I call after him. I watch him go then do a little happy dance.

“Great job Saoinn! But you owe me for that.” Felicia walks next to me.

I hug her, “You are the best! I promise I’ll get you something at the next Ren-Fair.”

“Yeah yeah I know. Don’t worry I’ll help you get ready for your date.” She smiles.

“Thank you so much!!” I hug her tighter.

I got a date! With the most perfect boy ever! Tomorrow is going to be the best.

Fourth Excerpt:

Today’s the big day! I almost didn’t get any sleep last night. Just thinking Quasn and I. On a date. Together. I just get so giddy, and eventually Felicia called me and told me to go to bed. I woke up early getting a total of 4 hours of sleep. The shop’s close, thankfully.

I start getting ready, while doing the daily tasks to keep the coffee shop running. I skip breakfast, hurrying for I don’t know when Quasn will arrive. I sweep and mop the floors; wipe down the counters and tables. I decide to let things wait, the finances and stocking. Felicia can do the stocks while I’m gone.

Speaking of Felicia, she’s here! She enters the place and sees me. I’m in my pajamas still, hair a mess, and frantically cleaning.

“Saoinn! Stop, you leave this stuff to me. You need to focus on your date!” She shakes her head and takes the mop out of my hands. “Now go jump in the shower!”

I nod and bound up the stairs into my apartment flat above the shop. I hear Felicia muttering about how I’m slowly going mad. I smile a little at that.

After my shower, I walk into my bedroom to find Felicia sitting on my bed. I thanked whatever higher power that I had a towel on covering the essential bits. “What are you doing in here Felicia?” I ask calmly while walking to my closet.

“Obviously to help you pick out a bomb outfit! Honestly you don’t have a sense a fashion at all.” She smiles and I notice her wings are out.

“Wait, did you walk here without transforming?”

“Uhhh,” She looks off to the side sheepishly, “maybe…”

“FELICIA! You know why you can’t do that!” I feel my face go a little hot with anger.

“Well, no one was out!”

“It. Doesn’t. Matter.” I sigh and shake my head, “I can’t deal with this right now, I need to get ready.”

I hear her giggle and I roll my eyes. For the next hour she and I went through at least a dozen outfits. We finally settled on navy blue jeans, a black graphic tee with green dragon on it, a navy blue flannel wrapped around my waist, and a black jean jacket. The next hour was my atrocious hair. I eventually got some of the curls to calm down and get into actual decent looking hair.

Then we went downstairs into the coffee shop and as soon as I smelled a wonderful coffee scent, my stomach rumbled. Loud enough for Felicia to hear.

“Saoinn. Did you eat breakfast?” She gives me a glare.

I wither a little bit, “No…”

“How much sleep did you get?” Still glaring.

“Four hours…” I wither a little bit more.

She grabs my hand and drags me over to the counter. I sit down, knowing she would yell at me if I didn’t. Felicia silently made some coffee, my favorite, and grabbed some food for me. She placed them in front of me and commanded, “Eat.”

I nodded my head and ate the food. After I was done I felt slightly better. My nerves aren’t too active and my heart feels light.

Felicia enchanted the coffee.

“Felicia, did you use a spell?” I ask sweetly.

A panicked expression goes on her face, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

I give her a hug, “Thank you. I don’t think my nerves would of made it through the day.”

She hugs back tightly, “Anything for you bestie. Now get out there and knock him dead!”

I smile and look out the front window. Quasn stands there, back to the window. He wears a leather jacket and black jeans. My heart flutters.

“Felicia, while I’m gone the stocking needs to be done. Wish me luck! Thank you so much for everything!” I give her one last squeeze and walk out the door.

“Hey, Saoinn!” He sees me walk out and smile at me. Suddenly he hesitates, or falters. The next sentence startled me.

“You look fantastic.”

I blush heavily and stutter out, “You- You look incredible and, and wonderful yourself!” I see the rest of his outfit and he’s wearing a navy blue graphic tee with a orange dragon on it, he is wearing a studded bracelet, and he’s wearing a grey lanyard around his neck with, I assume, his house key on it.

He smiles and gives me a hug, this one lasted longer than the one before, but nevertheless ended too soon.

“Ready, Saoinn?” He smiles so wonderfully at me.

“Ready as I’ll ever be Quasn.”

He takes my hand and we’re off. Both excited for the day ahead. Wait, I didn’t even plan the day. Does he have a plan? Well I’ll never know unless I asked.

“Hey, Quasn, do you know what we are doing today?” I ask kinda shyly.

“No idea, I was thinking of following your lead, Saoinn.” He chirps happily.

Well, crap.

I’m gonna improvise.

“Alright then, I know where we are going!” I think.

I started to lead him to the Arcade, I used to go there a lot to find dates. Nowadays I’m too busy with the coffee shop, so I haven’t been there in a while. The town is small, thankfully, and we got there quickly.

“Welcome to the Hydro Arcade! I used to go here a lot.” I flamboyantly point to the arcade, trying to make him smile.

He smiles, his heart warming one, and giggles, “Why stop?”

I shrug, “Too busy. Come on let’s play!”

I drag him into the arcade. I watch his eyes go wide of wonder and he seemed to want to look everywhere. I smile wide and pull him to the front counter. I get out my power card and bought him one. I made sure to fill both up with enough credits. I smiled and handed one to him.

“What’s this?” He looked super confused. Like he legitimately didn’t know what it is. Well… if he is a mythic, maybe a really doesn’t know.

“It’s a card, that I paid for, so we can play games.” I pull him over to a simple game to show him how. “To play, you just swipe the card and the number of credits stored on the card goes down a little and you can play.”

He nods along as I shown him. He must of truly not known. Interesting.

“So it’s that’s easy?” I nod. “How much to I need to pay you back?”

“Don’t worry about that.” I stick out my tongue and start playing the game so my credits aren’t wasted.

After a little bit of playing so many different games, and replenishing the credits, we come across one last game we haven’t played yet. I’ve been avoiding it.

“Hey Saoinn! We’ve haven’t played that one yet!” He points to Dance Dance Revolution.

I smile, “You want to play?”

“Of course!” He drags me over and swipes the card. He jumps on the platform, and asks, “How does this one work?”

“Well, you select a song and follow the dance steps on the screen.”

“Can you show me how?”

I sigh, welp, why not? I don’t have to anything to worry about. The arcade is a little empty. I nod and swipe my card and jumped on the platform with him.

After a moment I settle on a song and start showing him how to play. I’m horrible at it but he seems to get it. I start focusing to get the right moves.

Then I missed a step. By going too far and crashing into Quasn. We tumble into a heap of sweaty limbs and off the platform.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! Are you ok, Quasn?” I scramble to get up.

He lays there on the ground laughing. That wonderful and melodic laugh. I start laughing too. I feel free, more happy than I’ve ever been in a long time. Once our laughter died down to light giggles, I asked again, “You ok?”

“Yeah,” He breathes out a small laugh, “Thank you, Saoinn.”

“For what?” I tilt my head to the side.

“For an amazing time.” He gets up and hugs me.

“Hold on it’s not over yet!” I didn’t want him to leave too soon, “We, still have go to one more thing. It’s my favorite spot in this whole town!”

“Alright then, lead the way.” He stops hugging me and with a burst of confidence, I held his hand and led him out of the Arcade.

Out on the street I started walking back towards the way we came. On our walk we passed the Coffee shop and I see Felicia dancing to her music. I focus on the road ahead leading him down the road. To the beach. As we reach there, I veer off to an unknown path on the beach. The sun is slowly gets lower. I didn’t realize it’s so late. We soon reached my special spot. I haven’t been here in a while.

“Here we are! My favorite spot. Would you like to watch the sunset with me?” I faced Quasn.

He softly smiled and hugged me, whispered in my ear, “I would love to.”

A shiver went up my spine and I hugged him tightly back. This time the hug lasts way longer than I expected. It felt amazing.

It sadly ended when he broke the silence that came between us, “Saoinn I have to tell you something, especially if we continue this relationship.”

I nod and I sit on the sand gesturing for him to. “Go ahead, take as much time as you need.”

He sits down next to me and our hands overlap. He takes a deep breath and continues, staring at the water’s edge, “I think you are incredible and adorable, Saoinn. I like you, a lot. A bunch. I feel I have to tell you this important secret.”

He takes another deep breath, “I’m a mythic. I can turn into a dragon.”

I knew it. “Quasn,” I pause for dramatic effect, “I’m a mythic too. I’m a selkie.”

I seem him visibly relax and let out a relieved laugh, “Thank the gods.”

I laugh too. “So what are you doing way out here dragon boy?”

“The last town I was from found out I was a dragon and ran me out. I came here to escape all that.” He smiles warmly at me, “What are you doing on land, Selkie?”

“Trying to find the perfect mate. So far I think you are doing quite nicely.” I wink at him. I think it was sexy enough because I saw him blush ever so slightly.

“Well I hope I can please the wonderful Saoinn.” Now it’s my turn to blush but with the intensity of a thousand suns.

“I- Quasn, you… Um… You are just so fantastic, and and perfect. I, can’t, just can’t believe we-we found each other.” Really? I just did all that? I mentally smacked myself.

He tips my chin towards him and says, “Neither can I Saoinn. May I kiss you?”

I nod.

He then kisses me. It felt amazing. My heart fluttered in my chest, then beats rapidly. I feel a twisting and burning sensation in my stomach.

He closes his eyes and I close mine.

The sun sinks below the horizon.

Fifth Excerpt

Quasn and I cuddle on the couch at Quasn’s place. It has been a week since my first date with him, so far it’s amazing. He visits the coffee shop everyday, even helps a bunch when he visits, especially when it’s rush hour. This is my first time at his house. In my opinion it’s a really nice apartment, it has a small kitchen, a full bathroom, and semi-small living room. I haven’t seen his bedroom, not yet. We are watching a scary movie together, which I hate, though I’m suffering through it for him.

When we get to an especially gory part I look away, burying my head in Quasn’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry Saoi, the gory part will be over soon.”

“Oki. Tell me when it is.” I say a little muffled in his shoulder.

He nods and continues to watch the movie. When the gory part was over, we continued watching the movie together, soon it was over and we sat there snuggling for a little while longer. Both of us didn’t want the night to end.

I finally broke the silence. “Quasn, I should probably get home before it’s too late.”

He nods, “That should be for the best, though may I have one last kiss before you go?”

“Of course.” We kissed, a soft and gentle one, that lasted a little longer than it should.

We then untangled ourselves from our little cuddling pile on the couch and I went over to the door to get my shoes on.

“Do you want me to walk you home? It’s seems to be too dark outside for you to go alone.” Quasn asked, worry faintly there in his voice.

I smile and shake my head, “I think I’ll be alright. I’ve got a little self-defense in me, if need be.”

That seems to soothe him a little bit. He nods and gives me a tight hug. “Text me when you get home.”

I nod and hug back. “One quick kiss please?”

He presses a small peck on my lips and we released from the hug. I smile softly, and whispered, “I had a wonderful evening, thank you.”

“It’s only the best I can do.” He squeezes my shoulder and I open the door.

“See you soon.” I walk outside his apartment.

“See you soon.” Quasn closes the door.

I then start walking towards the street, towards my home. Quasn lives a 20 min walk away from my place, so it’s gonna take a little bit to get home. I notice that it looks a lot later than I thought, so I look at the time on my phone, it’s 11 o’clock. I walk a little faster because normally by now drunks are out.

About 10 mins after I left Quasn’s house, I see a drunk man walking across the street. Towards me.

I start to freak out a little but I’m trying to stay calm. I walk even faster.  

He reaches me and calls out, “Hey Bitch, why don’t I take you home and fuck you!”

I ignore him, trying to walk a little faster. My head looking down at the ground.

That proved to be a mistake.

He comes up right behind me and pulls me into an ally. I struggle against his grip, he’s really strong.

“Don’t ignore me freak.” His voice a dangerous low whisper.

“Let me go!” I struggle more.

He pushes me against the wall, forcing me to spread my legs.

“Maybe I should do you here.” His voice slurs ever so slightly.

Now I start crying. “Let me go! Please!”

He does things to me and I felt so defiled. I screamed and screamed. No one seemed to hear me.

Once he was done, he left me on the ground. Then kicked me, hard. In the stomach.“That’s what you get bitch.”

I sobbed more.

He leaves and I just lay on the ground, clothes tattered, wondering how this could happen.

After what felt like hours, I pick myself up and start my trek home. I feel disgusting, a piece of trash. Everything hurts.

I avoid the mirror when I arrived home. I don’t want to see what I looked like. Tears ever so slowly make their way down my face. I peel off the clothes and throw them away, I don’t ever want to see them again. I jump in the shower to feel a little bit better but everything hurts, so bad. More sobs come out.

Once I was done I got dressed for bed. I doubt I’ll get any sleep.

I finally look at my phone, skipping over the time as I text Quasn, ‘I’m home.’

Then I collapse in bed, sobbing more.

Sixth Excerpt

I wake up to my alarm the day after and just stare at the ceiling. I still felt utterly terrible. Somehow I fell asleep last night, though I have no idea when or how.

I drag myself out of bed and get ready for the day. I feel so empty, like my heart has turned into a black hole and sucked up all my emotions and thoughts, leaving me as a numb empty shell. Though I'm emotionally numb, my skin feels too tight around me and I feel like I'm about to vomit.

I finish getting ready and my skin is red from three great of the shower and me scrubbing at it until I thought I'd bleed. I walk downstairs in just a baggy sweater and baggy jeans. I didn’t even attempt my hair today. I just threw on a beanie to cover it up instead. I start the daily chores before opening and making sure everything was in shape.

Once done with that, I flip over the ‘closed’ sign to say ‘open’. Today is Felicia’s day off, so it’s just me, myself, and my dangerous thoughts.

I just went through the motions of the day, trying to steer my thoughts away from last night. I feel like I'm there, but not really there. It's as if my mind is in a different universe observing through my body.

Business is slow throughout the day. I don’t mind, for once.

Around 4 o’clock, right before the evening rush, Quasn walks in, a smile bright on his face. I try to give one in reply, try not to let him know that something horrible happened.

He must notice the pain in my face, because his smile falls and it’s replaced by worry. “Saoinn, are you ok?”

Then I broke down crying.

He rushes over to me and holds me up, hugging me right in his arms. Quasn rubs soft circles on my back as I try to sob quietly into his shoulder.

There had been a few people in the shop when he arrived, but they seemed to sense that they needed to leave because I heard them get up and leave out the door.

Once I calmed down a little, I croakily said, “I’m sorry. S-so so sorry.”

“What for, angel?” He keeps holding me.

Flashes of last night go through my head and I shake my head. Sobbing once more with more intensity as I shake, unable to breathe in anything but hiccupped inhales.

We just stood there, with him holding me and me sobbing into his shoulder.

After a little bit, once I calm down enough to simply breathe, he asks, “Do you want to call Felicia?”

I shake my head and he continues, “Ok, let’s get you upstairs, I’ll close the shop for you ok?”

I nod my head and he gives me one last squeeze. I slowly walk upstairs, sniffling and trying not to burst into tears again. I sit down on my couch and curl up into myself.

After 10 mins or so Quasn comes up, and he sits down next to me. I was curled up, my face buried into my legs.

“Do you need me to do anything?” He places his hand on my shoulder.

I shake my head, “I just need some time alone. Please don’t tell Felicia. I’m not ready yet.”

His gives a light smile, “Ok, I promise I won’t. I’ll leave you be, but I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you ok?”

“Ok…” I look up and give a half-hearted smile.

He gives me a light peck on my forehead and drapes a blanket over me. Then he leaves silently, leaving me to my thoughts.

At one point I fall asleep. I had felt so drained, it was welcoming. If Quasn came to check on me, I had no idea. By the time I woke up, it was dark outside.

I blearily sit up, wondering what woke me up. Then I have a gut feeling that something bad is going to happen.

I hear a crash down stairs. Now I’m wide awake and i can feel my heart climbing into my throat. I hear quiet shuffling, like someone is coming up the stairs.

I quickly get up and put myself into a self-defense stance as I prepare to fight.

The person reached the top of the stairs and I gulp; it’s not Quasn nor Felicia.

I feel my fear spike high. “What are you doing here?” I shout at them.

The person looks at me, they pull out a knife. I feel my fear spike even higher and curl tight in my stomach.

“Get out or I’ll call the cops!” I try to keep the fear out of my voice, but it wavers ever so slightly.

They move towards me and I try to dodge out of the way, but they manage to slash my arm. It feels deep and throbs as blood starts dripping down my arm.  

The next few moments go past in a blur and I find myself on my back. They stab the knife in my stomach, leaving it there. I groan, fumbling to grab it before I remember that you're not supposed to pull them out. I'm cold and everything hurts. Am I going into shock?

I don’t move, making the person believe I am dead. I can hear them shuffling around, looking through my stuff. Soon I can't hear anything beyond the ringing in my ears and my vision starts to waver. Before I knew it, everything was black.

Seventh Excerpt:

I wake up, though it feels like more of a daze. My entire body hurts and I can hear beeping. I look around and it dawns on me. I’m in the hospital. Quasn and Felicia are sitting on a bench that’s in, what seems, my hospital room.

“H-hey.” I croak, my voice hoarse and my throat dry.

Both of them jump up and Quasn is the first to speak. “Saoinn, thank the gods above you are awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like I was skinned then ran over by a truck.” I give a light chuckle then I wince. Laughing hurts my stomach.

“Hey, bestie, do you need anything?” Felicia asks gingerly.

“What the hell happened.” I look them both dead in the eye.

Quasn looks down, almost like he feels ashamed. “Well I came back to check on you, a second time after you fell asleep. I saw the coffee shop was ransacked and I ran up to see you on the floor. Bleeding. I-“ he falters.

“It’s alright. You had no idea what was going to happen.” I close my eyes. Flashes from last night and the night before go through my head.

“Saoinn, you were out for a week. We-we weren’t sure you’ll wake up.” Felicia gets up and places her hand over mine.

“What? It was just...” I look down. This has been the worst, couple days? No, week.

Quasn walks over to the other side of my bed and places his hand over my other hand. “I can’t bear to lose you, Saoinn.”

I sob. Just like a baby. It hurts so bad but I can't stop. I just can’t hold back the tears any longer. Felicia and Quasn hug me tight while I cry.

Once done crying, I faintly get out, “I’m sorry. So, so, sorry.”

“What do you need to be sorry for? Saoinn, we love you no matter what. There is nothing to be sorry for.” Quasn gives me a small kiss on my forehead, and continues, “We can only imagine what you are going through.”

“Don’t worry Saoi.” Felicia smiles softly.

“Thanks guys.” They give me one last hug and then Felicia returns to the bench. Quasn remains next to my bed, worry etched into his face.

I am about to say something but then the doctor walks in.

“Hello Saoinn, I am Dr. Chen. I am aware you are a selkie. I take care of all mythical creatures that come into this hospital. I myself am not a Mythic.” They shake my hand and continues, “Now Saoinn, what is your gender?”

“Neither.” I stare off, not wanting to hear the usual montra that I had to pick one.

They surprise me by saying, “Ah, ok. I’m guessing your pronouns are they/them. Mine are he/him.”

I nod, “Yeah.”

“Now, you had a stab wound in the abdomen. It ruptured your some of your major intestines. There was a lot of internal bleeding. Good thinking not to pull out the knife.” I nod waiting for him to continue. “You were out for a week because of some pretty hard blow to the head. You seem to be doing ok now. We ran a bunch of tests and your lucky. It could of been much worse. Now I ask you two”- he indicates Quasn and Felicia-“to leave. I need to speak privately with the patient.”

Quasn gives my hand a squeeze and leaves the room with Felicia.

After the door closes, Dr. Chen looks to me, “Now this may not be an easy answer, it’s a hard question to ask. While we were doing tests we noticed some bruising in some areas that aren’t caused by a simple scuffle. Were you raped?”

I hold my breath, thinking for a second. I don’t want people to know. It-it hurts to think about it. I nod, “Y-yes. The night before.”

The doctor nods, satisfied. “I suggest telling someone. Other than me.”

Dr. Chen leaves, and Quasn and Felicia re-enter the room. I smile softly and we sit and chat for a while. It turns out both of them have been taking care of the shop for me. As we are talking it dawns on me, they care so much about me. That thought brought tears to my eyes.

“What’s wrong, Saoinn?” Felicia asks, of course she noticed the tears threatening to spill out.

“You, you guys- care so so much about me. I-I never had that before,” Tears roll down my cheeks, “I love you guys. So damn much.”

“I love you too.” They both say in unison, leaning in and hugging me.

I sob, again. I’m not ready to tell them yet, but for some reason I believe they’ll help me through anything.

Eighth Excerpt:

Over the past few days, it’s been utter hell. I haven’t healed up yet and I am just itching to get out of the hospital. I hate the stark white rooms. I hate the food. I dislike a few of the nurses; they obviously don’t know I’m a mythic and they keep saying stuff when they think I’m not listening. They keep saying things like, “She must be a girl, I mean she has a boyfriend!” or “He has to be a guy, I mean he looks so masculine!” It just makes me sick to my stomach hearing that.

Quasn helps a lot though with these issues. He never leaves my side, until the nurses and doctors kick him out. When he comes back each day, the first thing he does is kiss my forehead, then my lips. He tells me all about the coffee shop, Felicia’s little stunts she likes to pull, how the customers have been asking about me, and how much he loves me.

Today Quasn walks in with a big smile on his face and a bag in his hand. “Hello, Love!” He says cheerily while placing the bag next to my bed, then he gives me a kiss on the forehead.

I smile, “Hello Dragon.”

He gives me a light peck on the lips and pulls the bench next to my bed. He grabs the bag and pulls a book out of it. He smiles wide and says, “I was thinking, perhaps instead of me talking about mundane stuff all the time, I read you a book instead?”

“Which book did you grab?” I ask smiling as well.

“The one about the Dragon and the Selkie.” He gives me a knowing look and I give him a crooked grin; of course my dork of a boyfriend would choose that one.

“Well start reading! I want to hear the story! I haven’t read it in awhile.” I give him a goofy smile, my eyes scrunching.

“Alright, alright! I’ll start reading! Jeez, you selkie are so demanding sometimes.” He smiles and I stick out my tongue.

He opens the book to the first page and clears his throat, “‘Living on this boat isn’t easy…’”

I close my eyes and listen to him speak,  his voice melodic and soft; he reads wonderfully.

Over time, I hear his voice starting to get hoarse so I stop him, “Quasn, honey, why don’t you take a break? I don’t want you to lose your voice.”

“You seem to be enjoying the story, I don’t mind.” Quasn says in response.

“Yeah, and I don’t want your wonderful voice to be ruined, we’ll pick up the story tomorrow.” I reach out my right arm to place on his shoulder, but a sharp pain went through it. I grimace and made a noise.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong Saoi?” He asks as soon as I did that.

“I’m, I’m fine.” I force a smile and place my arm back down, it was the one that got cut in the scuffle. It really hurts, I haven’t noticed until now.

“You sure? Do you need me to get a nurse?” Worry still etched in Quasn’s face. I shake my head. He stares at me skeptical but backs down.

We sat in silence, letting stretch out. My arm throbs, and I have no idea why. Maybe because they haven’t changed the bandaging in a few days. I don’t see any blood seeping through, but I can’t really be sure. I hope it isn’t infected. A nurse saunters in, interrupting my thoughts. It’s one of the ones I dislike.

“Ok, Miss. I need to check a few things.” She emphasized Miss and I was about to slap her.

“Ok, Sir.” I snap back.

The nurse stops midstep, “I’m not a Sir.”

“Well neither am I a Miss, but I thought everyone here misgenders everyone else and shows no respect for preferred pronouns, so I thought it was fine.” The Nurse gaped, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water, obviously trying to find something to say.

“Sorry, what may I call you then?” She sounds annoyed, probably because I am calling her out on her bullshit.

“Mx or just my name please.” I say curtly. The nurse nods and gets to work, making sure everything looked alright. Quasn gives me a reassuring nod, I have a gut feeling he knows what it is like to be misgendered. The Nurse starts changing the bandages on my arm and I hear her gasp.

I look over at my arm and see it is turning a sickly yellow and clear puss is slowly oozing out of the wound, I almost threw up. With a wavering voice I ask, “What’s wrong with- with my arm?”

“Mis- Mx, your arm is infected, we need to treat this right away.” The Nurse says quietly.

Quasn looks at my arm horrified. I guess he’s never seen something like this before. He goes to the other side of my hospital bed and places a hand on my shoulder, it felt very reassuring. The Nurse puts new bandages on, obviously not sure on what else to do, and tells both of us, “I’ll speak with Dr. Chen. He’ll know what to do.”

The nurse walks out of the room at a brisk pace. I hope she can reach the doctor soon. Quasn looks at me and gives me a soft smile, I can see the worry embedded in his eyes. To try and reassure him I say with the best smile I can muster, “Don’t worry, it’s probably not that big of a deal. It’s not like my arm will be cut off due to a simple infection.”

He relaxes a little but is still very very worried, “Yeah, hopefully.” He squeezes my shoulder and I place my hand, that’s on my good arm, over top his hand on my shoulder.

In a few minutes, Dr. Chen arrives. He bustles in and says as getting gloves, “Let’s take a look at the arm. I’ll take some samples and get them tested. Mx. Saoinn, what is your pain level?”

“About a 5.” I say truthfully, there is no use lying to him.

He frowns but continues. Dr. Chen peels away the new bandages to get a look at the arm, it doesn’t look any better. I watch him work, trying to find any indication something might be seriously wrong. He presses his lips in a firm line and quietly replaces the bandaging.

“What is wrong Doctor?” Quasn asks, stealing the words that I was going to say. Dr. Chen glances to us both and busies himself with packing things up.

“You caught a severe infection, out of what I can tell from looking at Saoinn’s arm. I’ll prescribe some antidotes, the tests done on the samples I took will give a good indication on which ones I should prescribe. If the wound doesn’t get any better-” He pauses and looks me straight in the eye, “-we may have to amputate the arm.”

I glance down solem. If that happens I won’t have any use of my arm. I’ll be limited then, I can’t do things as well as I did before. I-

“Hopefully that won’t happen.” Quasn interjects, interrupting the downward spiral in my thoughts, “I believe Saoinn here is strong enough to pull through.”

The doctor nods, “Selkies have different immune systems than humans, stronger in fact. They also have different physiology then humans. It could be where humans couldn’t survive this but selkies can. We just have to wait and see, but I'm optimistic. The pus is clear, only lymph fluid. Just be aware of the possibility of amputation.”

Both Quasn and I nod in agreement to that.

Ninth Excerpt

The infection didn’t get better. It only got worse. I hoped, and hoped, and hoped, it just didn’t get better. Now, we have to look at amputation. Dr. Chen, he is so kind. I can tell he doesn’t want to do this either.

“Now during the procedure you will be under anesthesia, and you will also have painkillers in your system so you won’t feel any pain. After it is over, we are often told by people who get arms or legs amputated that they have a phantom feeling of the appendage still being there. Overtime, you’ll get used to not having a right arm. You'll find ways to adjust and continue living a normal life,” Dr. Chen explains. Quasn and Felicia are listening intently, as well as I. I need to distract myself from the dark thoughts circling and threatening to pull me under and crush me.

“What can we do to help?” Felicia asks.

Dr. Chen smiles, but it seems so fake, “Help them out, offer any assistance if they ask for it. Don’t mother them and especially don’t make fun of them for it, but I know for sure you guys won’t do that. One last thing Saoinn, are you left hand dominant or right?”

“I’m ambidextrous.” I say, proud of myself for teaching myself that at least.

“So this will be less of a struggle for you than most amputees. Just take your time and take it slow, ok?” Dr. Chen smiles warmly, but the smile still isn’t reaching his eyes.

“Ok.”

“We will have the procedure tomorrow. Until then rest well. Quasn, Felicia, you both have permission to stay overnight if you would like. When I come back here we’ll move you to the operating room.” Then Dr. Chen leaves.

I close my eyes tight, willing myself not to the cry. With a shaky voice ask them both, “Will you guys stay? The whole time?”

“Absolutely.”

“Of course.”

Quasn and Felicia say at the same time. They look at each other in surprise. I laugh, they act so much alike and they don’t ever realize it. I smile wide at both of them, “I love you guys.”

“I love you too, Saoi.” Felicia leans in to hug me.

“You know I do as well.” Quasn also leans to hug me.

They both wrap their arms around me and I close my eyes, content. I would love to just stay in their arms forever, letting the pains from the wound and pains from before just fade away. I just wish things are much more different then they are, I wish so many things. Tears start to slowly slip out. I don’t want to cry but I can’t stop the tears. Soon enough I’m sobbing. Quasn and Felicia stay silent, knowing I’ll tell them what’s wrong.

After a seemingly endless minute, I slow down. Sobs ceasing. I collect myself. My breathing is raspy and shuddered. They are still holding me and I cling to them. I whisper out, “I’m so sorry. Everything has just gone bad so suddenly.”

Felicia rubs my back, “It’s alright Saoinn. All this couldn’t have been avoided. Getting attacked by the robber, the infection getting worse, it’s all things to help counter balance the future.”

“Was getting raped fair then?” I snap. Then realizing what I said I covered my mouth, sinking back into the bed; I really had not meant to reveal that.

Quasn and Felicia pull back and I struggle to hold back tears. Felicia’s face is full of horror and Quasn... I can’t read his expression. I look down to avoid their eyes and wait for their reactions. I don’t know what to expect.

Quasn is the first to speak, “I’m so sorry Saoinn. I didn’t,” he takes a shuddering deep breath, “I didn't know…” he trails off looking to his side, seeming conflicted on what to say next. After a long moment he picks up again and whispers, “When did it happen?”

I look down squeezing my eyes tight and I twist the blankets in my hands. I don’t want to tell them, although I know I should though, “The night before the robber attacked me, when I was walking home from your apartment.”

Quasn nods, his expression still unreadable, Felicia’s horrific expression has gone away but it’s replaced with anger.

Felicia hugs me again, “Who did this this to you? We need to prosecute them. I don’t want my best friend or anyone else going through that ever again.”

“It was a drunk guy, I don’t know who he was nor where he was going. All I know is that he was drunk.” I say quickly, but I agree with her, I need to prosecute him.

“Saoinn, I’m sorry.” Quasn finally speaks again.

“For what? It wasn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t go with you, I could of protected you, I could of-” His voice cracks and tears slowly slip out.

“Quasn. It is not your fault.” I place my hand on his shoulder, “It was my decision to go home alone and there is nothing to be done. I assure you it’s not your fault.”

He nods as tears flow softly and he wraps his arms around my waist and places his head in the crook of my neck. I feel him shake as he sobs and I rub his back gently, placing a kiss on top of his head.

I notice Felicia sitting back trying not fangirl a little bit. I give her a glare and continue holding Quasn, comforting him the best I can. An idea pops in my head.

“Hey, Quasn, did you bring the book with you? It's called Horizon, right?” I softly say.

He nods and lifts head out of the crook of my neck, “Of course.”

“I would love to hear you read it.”

He smiles wide, grateful for the distraction most likely, and goes and grabs the book. He sits down on the bench and Felicia joins him there.

Quasn picks up from where we left off last time.

I don’t know when I feel asleep, but someone woke me up. I look to my left and it’s Quasn, softly shaking me awake.

“Good morning, Love.” He says softly.

“Morning.” I drag out the word, still sleepy.

“Dr. Chen is going to be here soon to take you to the operating room.” Quasn then he goes over and wakes Felicia up. To my slight amusement, it's hard to be fully amused when you know you're about to have an amputation, she didn’t take too it kindly.

After we all finally wake up, Dr. Chen walks in, towing behind him a nurse. It’s the one that I don’t like all that much. “Are you ready, Mx. Saoinn?” He asks.

I nod my head and the nurse pulls in a wheelchair, “What’s this for? I can walk on my own.” I ask.

“Due to protocol we have to transfer patients this way if they have been hospitalized for a little bit. Sorry, but you have to go in the chair.” Dr. Chen says, “I understand that you may not like it, but we don’t have a minute to lose.”

I sigh but comply and get in the wheelchair. Dr. Chen starts leading us and the nurse follows, pushes me out the room while Quasn and Felicia trail behind.

I look down at my hands folded in my lap, then the realization fully hits me. This is the very last time I’m able to have both arms. The last time I’m able to look normal. The last time I’m able to do anything on my own for a long time.

I sigh softly as I really don’t know what to do. For the last time, I lift my right arm and run it through my hair. It’s a small thing really. It hurt like hell, but I want to do something with it one last time besides feel just pain.

We reach the operating room and Felicia and Quasn have to wait outside in the chairs set there. Dr. Chen introduces me to a different doctor. I don’t catch his name. My mind is million miles away. I manage to give a faint nod to the questions I'm asked. I feel detached from my emotions, like I’m observing another body. One that isn’t mine, one that hurts so much. I get placed on the operating table and the rest becomes a blur. I fall into a sleep. I feel nothing.  

Tenth Excerpt:

I wake up back in my hospital room. It's night and I can see the Stars outside the window. I blearily look around and no one is here. It’s just me, myself, and I. I morosely look at my right arm. It’s gone, from the shoulder down. I wiggle my stump, that’s what I’m going to call it, and it’s bandaged. This is going to be hell. I don't realize that I'm crying until the first tear hits the blanket. I softly let the tears out trying not to make a sound as I sob. My hand covers my mouth as an extra effort not to scream. Everything hurts, inside and out. Why has all of this happened to me? What could I have done to ever deserve this?

After what seems like hours, I hear footsteps in the hallway and lights coming on. I quickly dry my tears, forcing myself to calm down and smile, burying all of the pain that I feel; I don’t want anyone to pity me. A nurse walks in and doesn’t look at me, just turns on the lights, looks at the monitors and my bandages then leaves. I don’t notice that I tense up until the door closes and I relax, letting out a sigh of relief. I wish Quasn or Felicia were here.

Then, as if the gods heard my wish, Quasn walks in smiling his soft, warm smile. I give a pained one back. It’s nice to see him, despite everything. He walks over to my bed and gives me a kiss on the forehead then my lips like he always does. “Hello Love,” He says softly.

“Hey darling,” I croak out, my throat very dry from crying, “Here so early?”

“Yeah, I slept in the waiting room. I wanted to be there when you woke up but the nurses wouldn’t let me. How are you feeling?” He sits down on the bench, reaching over to grab my only hand.

“Would you like the honest answer or the one I will give everyone?” I say slightly sarcastically.

“I want the honest truth.” He says very seriously.

“Everything hurts,” I sigh, “I just want all this be over. I-“ my voice cracks and my eyes water, “I... it feels like I can’t do it anymore. It’s like hell on earth, but only for me. I’m scared, Quasn…” although I don't tell him that my greatest fear is that he will leave me.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he lays a hand on my cheek and strokes my cheekbone with his thumb, “Saoinn you have every right to be upset. I love you no matter what, I loved you before I knew you were a selkie. I loved you before all this happened,”He leans over and gives me a soft peck on my lips, “And I’ll keep loving you through anything.”

Tears do slip out, surprising me; I had thought I cried everything out, but apparently not. I dry them quickly and choke out, as my throat is still dry, “Thank you.”

He hugs me and I give him a hug back the best I can. It felt weird, only being able to use one arm. Suddenly, all of the little things I won't be able to do anymore hit me. I can’t do by myself anymore; I can’t sweep; I can’t wash dishes; I can’t read without using something to hold my book. Eating is going to be very hard; I can’t cut up my food. All of the failed possibilities start to feel like they're overwhelming me.

Before I could think of anything else, Dr. Chen walked in, talking to another nurse, “Please go get the documents, and make sure to let some of my other patients know I’ll be coming soon.” When nurse nods and leaves, he looks to me. Quasn has already sat back down on the bench and I say, “What is it Dr. Chen?”

“Mx. Saoinn, as you can tell, the amputation was a success and next week you will be discharged from the hospital. I have some documents you need to have detailing information of the struggles of being amputated and how to overcome it. Are you in any pain?” Dr. Chen says.

“Yes, a bit.”

“We’ll prescribe pain medication and antibiotics for you to take. They'll be available for you to get from the pharmacy as soon as possible. I hope you feel better soon and best of luck.” Dr. Chen then suddenly leaves before I can get a single word out. A few seconds later, the same nurse comes in and handed me documents. One of them is the discharge referral and I fill it out. The nurse then leaves.

The week flies by, nothing felt real. I go into this state of depression, feeling as if nothing’s going to get better. The day came to get discharged and Quasn is with me the whole time.

I walk out of the hospital with Quasn next to me. I feel slightly bewildered but mostly depressed. I’m glad I can write with my left hand. Quasn is holding the documents in his backpack that I assume he had the whole time and I didn’t notice. He holds my hand and guides me home. Neither of us have a car. We idly chat, about the shop, Felicia, and his cats. Anything but my arm.

As we walk I see people staring, children mostly but quite a few adults. I felt so awkward. I know they are looking at my stump, bandages and all. I try to ignore them. I fail. Mostly.

Soon enough we arrive at the shop. It’s dark because the shop is closed on Saturdays. We walk in and Quasn leads me upstairs, into my house. It’s clean, and there seems to be no evidence of the burglary. I really didn’t have much to begin with; I had to start from nothing when I left the sea, the only thing I brought with me was some clothes I had found from shipwrecks. I close my eyes, flashes of those memories going through my mind.

Then a sudden question pops in my head, what will happen if I turn back into a seal? Will I get my arm back?

Quasn has me sit on the couch, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Do you need anything?” He asks me.

“Love and affection.” I reply sarcastically. He rolls his eyes and sits down next to me and puts his arm around me, “You wanna watch a movie?”

“Anything but a scary movie.”

Quasn nods and pulls out the remote, and turns on the TV. We surf the channels a little bit and finally settled on watching The Princess Bride. As we were watching it, I managed a few small smiles and a couple chuckles. Quasn, meanwhile, laughed and smiled a bit more than I did. I think it was an attempt to lighten the mood.

After the movie was over, Quasn suggested staying the night and I agreed. I don’t feel comfortable being alone quite yet. We got ready for bed and Quasn borrowed clothes to sleep in because he didn’t bring anything to wear. They were a little big on him and it made him look like an older child. I giggled a bit at that. We both decided to lay down on my bed. Quasn insisted sleeping on the couch but I pulled the ‘I don’t want to sleep alone’ card on him. With a wet shake off his head, he agreed.

After a while of staying awake, I faintly hear Quasn snoring. I can’t sleep. It feels so weird sleeping in my bed. I’m expecting anyone to break in any moment. I get up and walk around the house, making sure all the doors are locked, the windows closed, and the security alarm is on. Then I grabbed my baseball bat and place it next to my bed. After all that is done, I crawl back into the bed and wrap my arms around Quasn. I don’t want anything to happen to him. I slowly drift into sleep.

I’m surrounded by the burglar and that man. Both of their faces are distorted, advancing towards me. I back away and then I feel myself hit a wall. “Go Away!” I scream. They both seen unfazed by this as they still are getting closer. I feel tears come out as I panic and scream, “NO!” I wake up to Quasn shaking me gently. It seems like he was holding me down.

“Saoinn? You ok?” He asks frantically.

Hot tears go down my face. I shake my head. Quasn then unrestrained me and pulled me into a tight hug. I’m sobbing now. Clinging onto him. Quasn mummers softly in my ear, “It’s alright. They are not here. You’re safe.”

His words ring in my head as I sob.

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The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived Ch.8

Aaaand thsi weekend’s final post, where I (attempt to) play Ron and Hermione and @bixgirl1​ continues to portray the randy prat with perfection; although in this chapter ‘randy’ seems like an understatement of epic proportions.because… well, you’ll see. xD For those of you who’ve only just stumbled upon this, welcome, we hope you’ll stay, and if you like, please go catch up with the previous few chapters, all of which you can find under the tag #virgin draco on @bixgirl1​‘s or my blog! ❤️

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Chapter 8: In Which Ron Questions His Friendship With the Randy Prat and Hermione Is Done With the Both of Them

Harry, fiddling with his fork over dinner: *talking a little fast, vaguely nervous*–So then Weatherby tried to say that the potion wasn’t illegal because he’d somehow obtained the mermaid scales legally– which, I mean you know mermaids, they’re never going to agree to that, not that it would matter with such a regulated substance–

Hermione, smoothly interrupting: And then he was let off with a fine, yes Ron told me. Now, tell us how things with Malfoy are? *sips wine while looking over the rim with bright eyes*

Harry, dropping his fork with a clatter and twitching: Fine. Things are good. Fine. You know. He’s having dinner with his mother tonight, so… They’re good. Yeah.

Ron, snorting: Yeah, I’ll bet they’re ‘good’. *leers* The ferret wearing you out, then?

Harry, flushing: Er, well… *shifts uncomfortably* Not– That is, Draco’s, uh… He’s… Sort of– uhm.

Ron, obnoxiously: Insatiable? Permanently randy? Can’t keep it in his pants ever?

Harry: *blurts it* A virgin. Like, a real virgin. An I-barely-know-what-sex-is-other-than-it’s-how-people-procreate virgin. *talking faster* A virgin who makes up his own weird names for things he doesn’t understand. A virgin who is– is shy and- and, innocent and blushes when he catches me looking at his arse! *miserably* It’s never been out of his pants, Ron.

Ron, mouth hanging wide open, bits of half-chewed roasted potatoes visible inside: *weird gurgling sound*

Hermione, lips pressed tightly together: …Well, I– that’s– not what one would imagine of Draco Malfoy…

Ron, wild screeching: Are you having us on?!

Harry, dejected: No! I never would have guessed either; I mean you know what he was like in school, so cocky, such an egotistical little shit, and Parkinson, I mean, she’s his best friend and you know how we’d see them out together at the Leaky after the war and she’d go home with a different bloke half the time? I just figured– I mean, even if he was just a– I figured he would know about stuff.

Ron: *stares suspiciously at Harry through narrowed eyes*

Hermione, taking a slow sip of wine: *licking her lips thoughtfully* Well, now that you mention it, Harry… It’s not that unusual, is it? *wilts back a little as they both turn to gape incredulously at her* I– I mean, he’s a Pureblood, isn’t he? *speaking as if that explains everything*

Harry, gazing dumbly at her: I think he’s mentioned the Pureblood thing once or twice, yeah. And?

Hermione, looking from one to the other as though bewildered by the need for further explanation: … Well, certain Purebloods are traditionally raised in incredibly conservative households; they often have a particularly archaic mindset when it comes to sex.

Harry: Archaic? Ron’s a pureblood, right? But he knew what kissing was called way before he’d ever done it!

Ron, cackling smugly: Yeah, I did. And when I finally did, it wasn’t so pure, was it? *nudges Hermione with his elbow, waggling eyebrows at her*

Hermione, dryly: I’m not sure. You had plenty of practice with Lavender first.

Harry, sputtering futilely: But–but Parkinson! Ron! They know what goes where, Hermione!

Ron, bursting out: And Malfoy doesn’t? *yelps when Hermione smacks him* No, I mean, he genuinely doesn’t know how things work? I mean– *ears turning pink* I mean, I know things are slightly different with two blokes, but…the same mechanics basically…

Harry, waving his hands in agitation: I know he knows the mechanics of– *quickly glancing at Hermione* of the male body, but….*helplessly* I really don’t think so, no. I mean… *softer* His first kiss was a couple of months ago, and– it was with me. *doesn’t seem aware of the smile that flickers around his mouth; looks up* And I’m not really sure what to do. Hes– he’s strange in a way I never would have guessed, you know? But I– I like him, like I said. And things are good, except for him not knowing– for me not knowing… *trails off, staring at the table*

Hermione, softly: It’s actually rather sweet that his first kiss was with–

Ron, exploding: Sweet? The bloke’s nearly twenty-six, Hermione, and he’s only just had his first kiss! *turning to Harry* So how far have you gone…you know, beyond the snogging?

Hermione, scandalised: Ron!

Ron: *waves an impatient hand in her direction*

Harry, swallowing hard, glancing at Hermione again: Just the snogging. A bit of– a bit of groping, he lets me– *clears his throat, blushing* Which is all fine, really. *looking at Hermione’s thoughtful expression and squaring his shoulders* I mean know how big a step just that is for him, and it’s bloody fantastic, if you care to hear the truth. Picked up kissing like a niffler finding gold. So, yeah. We do that a lot, and it’s great. Everything is great. Thanks. Think I just needed to get that off my chest, about him not knowing a lot. I feel better now. *smiles; takes sip of wine with a slightly shaky hand*

Hermione, smiling warmly at him: It’s really heartwarming to see you being so gentle and patient with him, Harry. I mean, despite your shared past with him… I’m really happy for you. *pats his hand clumsily* Right… Trifle, you two? *carefully Levitates their plates into the kitchen before following*

Ron, watching Harry impassively except for the smile looming threateningly at the corners of his lips: *glances around to check Hermione’s safely inside the kitchen* So… *casually swirls wine around in his glass* How’s it really going, mate?

Harry, leaning forward: *speaking in sharp, fast whispers* *eyes slightly wild* I need a charm.

Ron, on the verge of a laugh: Er… *leans forward too* What kind of charm?

Harry, whispering faster: A charm. A spell. A-a bloody potion! Anything. You’ve got to know of something, something wizarding that doesn’t get talked about. For sexual frustration. *breathing fast, staring intensely into Ron’s eyes* *seriously*I think I might die.

Ron, shoulders shaking with mirth: Sexual frustration, eh? *suddenly heaves loudly, quickly buries his face in his napkin to muffle his helpless laughter*

Harry: *low growl* Do not laugh at me, Ron. My balls are so blue I think they’re going to fall off. You don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like. *staring at Ron, pained arousal etched across his face* He comes over, every Friday and Saturday he comes over, and he sits in my bloody lap. For hours. For hours he sits in my lap and rubs against me and we snog the hell out of each other and I grope his perfect arse and I’m dying, mate, I’m really dying. It’s so perfect, he looks skinny but he’s really not, he’s just–his arse is round and he wiggles on top of me and I almost come in my pants, I’m wanking four times a day–

Ron, now looking slightly nauseated: Look, mate, I commiserate and everything but, Merlin… Feel free to leave out the details, I mean I genuinely don’t want to kn–

Harry, waving a sharp hand at him: *shakily* No, no, no, no you don’t get it, I really need something, I need something now. He lets me squeeze his arse, Ron, he lets me fill my hands with it, and massage it, and I can feel his cock against me, he–did you not hear how he wiggles? He does, he ruts into me like he knows what he’s doing only he doesn’t and I need something before I die. I might die. His cock–he’s so responsive to everything–to everything, Ron, I kiss him on the neck and he’s hard before my mouth has opened, sometimes he just climbs into my lap that way, and then I touch his arse, he lets me run my hands over the crevice, Ron, I need to have sex with him or get a potion or I’m going to die. You need to get me something, don’t you get it? *vibrating with tension* He–that’s not even the worst– you don’t even know the worst–

Ron, wildly uncomfortable: Harry, fucking hell– *shifts in his seat, looking around as if waiting for someone to rescue him* I– I get it, man, just– just stop, I don’t really want to know the wor-

Harry, quiet and murderous: *grinds his teeth* I listened to you through all of eighth year as you ranted about Hermione– about what it was like to touch her tits when she finally let you, you called them fucking pillowy marshmallows, Ron–

Ron, glaring as he looks around wildly to check if Hermione’s back: Would you shut up about that?! What the fuck is wro–?!

Harry, talking over him and narrowing his eyes: And you said her nipples looked like Muggle bubble-gum, and you used to rant about how she wouldn’t let you taste them to see if they tasted like Muggle bubblegum– they don’t feel like marshmallows, though, Harry, you said, not when she lets me fiddle when them a bit; I remember that part distinctly because that’s the exact moment I admitted to myself that I was gay, I really had no choice–and don’t even get me started on the things you described when she let you slide a hand into her knickers–

Ron, purple in the face: *angry hissing* Shutup, shutup, shutUP! *breathes heavily while tilting back dangerously in his chair to peer into the kitchen* What do you want?

Harry, jaw tight: *gives clipped nod* So we understand each other. *takes deep breath and continues rant* And the worst of it–the worst, Ron, it’s horrible, it’s fantastic and it’s the worst fucking thing I’ve ever lived through and I survived Voldemort, seriously– I would kill that noseless bastard a dozen more times to not have to keep enduring this–

Ron, weakly: What, what’s the worst part? I already regret asking but what the fuck is it that you won’t just shut–

Harry, with another grim nod at Ron’s defeat: I told him it’s okay, it’s all okay–to be honest with each other, we shouldn’t hide stuff, you know? Pull him out of his shell a bit, so he’s not so fucking embarrassed, because I know he wants me–I mentioned his cock, yeah? It’s so hard all the time, and I haven’t seen it, but it rubs against me every bloody weekend, I think it’s probably spectacular and I need to see it, Ron, I need to, feels nice and thick– *shakes head frantically* So I told him we should be honest about a month ago, we were snogging, and he got–he got excited, he wants me, do you get it– do you get it, Ron? But he doesn’t know how to want me, or what to do about it, rushed off to the loo and wanked and was so embarrassed and really I was turned on, so I did too, to show him it was okay, and now– and now–

Ron, on the verge of passing out from the surge of too much information: *croaks* And now what?

Harry, whispering so fast he’s tripping over his words: *shoulders high and tight; whole body shaking subtly* He wanks, Ron. At my house. Because I said it was okay. When he gets too excited, when he gets too close from the snogging, he goes into my loo and he wanks and sometimes–sometimes I hear him groan my name - you know my house and its walls - and then– *starts rocking back and forth slightly* Then– then– then because I told him to be honest, to not be ashamed of wanting me, he comes out and he’s started to–to tell me what he’s thinking about, what he thinks about me, my hair or my hands touching him, or my hands groping his perfect, round little bottom while he’s on my lap, he blushes–Draco Malfoy blushes–and bites his lip that’s all swollen from kissing me and then waits for me to go do it too so we can snog for another two hours before he leaves and I need a fucking potion. If you’re any kind of friend, you’ll find me a potion, your dad knows stuff, George maybe– George would know or Bill, somebody in your family; fuck, ask your mum, I don’t care at this point–I need something, please help me. *breaks off, gasping*

Ron, staring horrified into his wine, most likely wishing he’d chosen to sit with someone else when he was eleven: I– yeah, that sounds– Mate, I don’t even know what to say, I love you and everything but fuck, you can’t seriously expect me to–.

Hermione, suddenly appearing at the table, speaking tightly: So he’s finally comfortable with you and all you can think of doing is pushing him for something he’s probably not ready for? *glares at both of them in turn*

Harry, jaw dropping open: *shocked* No, Hermione, fuck!  I need the potion to help settle down, I’m–I’m dying because I’m not pressuring him, I need something so I don’t do something stupid and scare him away, Jesus! *mortified* How long have you been listening?! How could you think I’d–

Hermione, crossing her arms with a frown: Oh, long enough. *glares at Ron* We’re going to have words later, husband of mine. *turns to Harry* Now, I didn’t catch most of your furiously whispered rant, so tell me - what is it that you need a charm or a potion for?

Harry, cringing: *bursts out* My bloody cock is on fire, Hermione! I’ve wanked myself raw in the last few months,and in the last month it’s gotten worse, my balls hurt all the time, is that what you need to know?! I need the bloody potion to stop me from yanking down Malfoy’s trousers and just putting it to him before he’s ready so he doesn’t get scared and break up with me because all I want to do, when I’m on a case, or at the cinema, or fucking hell, eating dinner with you two, is touch him, his body is so perfect–did you eavesdrop on that part, Hermione?  On how his cock is driving me so crazy I think I’m losing my mind?  It’s thick, I can tell that much, and I don’t know how he’s so bloody hard all the time and it doesn’t seem to bother him, and he wanks and Jesus, I need the potion so I don’t die or do something I fucking regret! *breathing fast, glaring at her in embarrassed fury*

Ron, groaning into his hands: If it wasn’t already horrifying the first time, I had to listen to all that for a secon–

Hermione, slightly flustered and impatiently shushing Ron: I’d have thought the solution to this is rather obvious, Harry. *waits for him to miraculously come up with the answer* Well…? *sighs impatiently*

Harry: *sullen* I’m not going to live a life of celibacy– nor castrate myself.

Hermione, deadpan: Yes, because those are the only options. For heaven’s sake, Harry, I was referring to a standard Numbing Potion.

Harry, glare faltering: *mumbling* Why the fuck didn’t I come to Hermione first about this?  

Ron, vehemently: Yes, why didn’t you?! Merlin, Harry, I’m scarred for life!

Harry, sighing: *rubs his face* Standard Numbing Potion?

Hermione, matter-of-factly: They’re available over the counter and take about three minutes to take effect. All you have to do is– *turns pink but continues* –apply a few minutes before you start…being amorous and you’re good for the next three to four hours. *rubs forehead wearily*

Harry: *grimacing and flushing* *mutters* I haven’t had any problem keeping it up for three to four hours, ‘Mione. If anything, it never goes down.  I don’t need longevity, here.

Hermione, shutting her eyes for a second: Nobody is questioning your– stamina, Harry. *shakes her head*

Harry, uncertainly: Can you please explain it like you would to someone who hasn’t had full blood flow to their brain for two months?

Hermione, with a tiny, reluctant grin: It’ll just tamp down most of the discomfort for the duration of your activities, until you can– bring yourself some relief.

Harry, biting lip and studiously not looking at her: So then, uh, some of the–activities we engage in wouldn’t be so–so difficult to, er, uhm.  I’d be able to kiss him without wanting to– or uh, getting overwhelmed?  …And there are no harmful side effects? *grumbles* If that’s true, I’ll order a vat of the stuff; I’ll be using it every day for the rest of my life…

Ron, through grit teeth: Whatever it takes to make sure I never have to listen to you whinge about Malfoy’s perfectly round little bott– *slaps a hand over his mouth, looking mortified with himself*

Harry, scowling, swings his eyes up to Hermione: *casually* Hey, did I ever tell you about how Ron used to talk about you after you started dating?  I gather you might’ve heard a bit from the kitchen, but there was this really interesting time after he’d had dinner at your parents house when–

Ron, eyes popping: *shrill wheezing* What are you doing?!

Hermione, curiously looking between them: Wh–?

Harry, snapping: I was a bloody good friend to you that year, Ron.  I’ll tell you about the way Malfoy’s arse tastes if I’m ever allowed to find out, and you’ll listen with a smile on your face!

Ron, shaking his head wildly: N-no. NO! *beseechingly* ‘Mione? Say something!

Hermione, eyes dangerously narrowed: …You told Harry about the time at my parents’?

Harry, grinning widely, flashing all of his teeth: *slow nod, eyes locked with Ron’s*  He did, indeed.  I wonder how many details I could remember, if I let myself think about it… Ron?  How much do I remember?

Ron, face redder than his hair: Nothing, you remember nothing! *wilts a little under Hermione’s glare* …I’m always here when you want to talk, mate, you know that. *lame laughter*

Harry, with a sniff: Hermione?  No side effects, that stuff?  I really am probably going to be using it every day or something; Malfoy seems–he doesn’t seem to understand the effect he’s having, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to freak him out by pushing him on something.  He wants to– *shoulders tensing again* He wants to ride my lap for three hours with a wank in between? He can, until he’s comfortable enough to let me know he wants more.

Hermione, thoughtfully chewing on the corner of her lip: You know, Harry… Maybe - and I have absolutely no way of being sure about this - maybe, Malfoy is ready for more… you know?

Harry, huffing out a shaky laugh: He never tries to touch me other than gripping handfuls of my hair, really, or rocking on top of me.  He–sort of– lets me touch him, but that’s only because I asked and at first he said it was only okay for me to go at his arse with one finger. *shoots an I-told-you-so expression at their faces*

Hermione, ignoring Ron’s squeak: The hair grabbing - I don’t know, it sounds like he has a thing for your hair. The rocking– *slightly pink* –is instinctive. He lets you touch his– him, because you probably asked if you could. Perhaps he’s waiting for you to ask…about doing some other stuff? Maybe he’s ready for more and doesn’t know how to ask for it, and maybe he doesn’t touch you because, from the sound of things, he genuinely doesn’t know to to.

Harry, plaintive: But he comes out of the loo and–and tells me what he was thinking about in there.  If he didn’t know how, then he wouldn’t be able to–

Hermione, one eyebrow sliding up her brow: Have you told him it’s alright to voice out the things he finds arousing? Tell you about them in detail? Because he may just be following instructions like any novice would.

Harry, struck: *slowly* He– he sometimes reaches for my hands and– *cheeks darkening* –and puts them on him before I can. And he’s the one who starts snogging me rather than vice versa,more often than not.

Ron, mumbling miserably with his cheek pressed to the table: Because all you’ve done so far is snog the bloke and grope his bum and he’s already familiar with both activities and that’s probably his way of demonstrating consent. *lifts face and stares blearily, as if questioning his own sanity* The virgin sounds eager as fuck, Harry, so just fucking grope something else of his already. *thumps forehead onto the table* Merlin.

Harry, looking at him thoughtfully: But he’ll run for the hills if I ask him straight out. He thinks it’s inappropriate to talk about stuff like that–I keep having to tell him it’s not.

Hermione, Summoning the trifle, rolling her eyes: You need to start being more observant, Harry. *starts serving out three helpings* Watch out for signs– body language, what he’s hinting at without being aware of himself. He’s– *cusses under her breath* –he’s not bound to know what he wants himself– *suddenly looks up* I’ve got to say, Harry, part of me still can’t believe he’s as clueless as you’re describing him to be.

Ron, snidely: Yeah, you, me, and probably anyone else who finds out about this.

Harry, glancing at him sharply: No one is going to find out though, Ron, right?  Because you wouldn’t talk about my boyfriend in any manner other than complimentary to someone else, despite our history with him. Right?

Ron, hastily: Mate, of course. Merlin, that goes without saying. You seem bonkers about him and I definitely don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of your mental outbursts.

Harry, sheepish: *relaxes* Sorry. I mean, I don’t appreciate the term ‘mental outbursts’ but… Yeah. I’m sort of bonkers about him.

Ron, flatly: They’re mental. You’re mental when you lose your temper. It’s fascinating to watch when it’s directed at someone else.

Hermione, sighing: Ron.

Harry, flapping a hand and tucking into dessert: Whatever, just– I don’t want make things weird– weirder– for him than I already am. *sighs* Where can I find that Numbing Potion?

Hermione, shrugging: The apothecary at Diagon stocks them for sure. You could owl them an order during business hours and they’ll deliver it for free within the hour.

Harry, relieved: I’ll– I’ll do that, then. Thanks. *eats in silence for a few minutes* And I’ll pay more attention. It’s hard, when everything is… *lamely* well, hard. *mumbles around a mouthful of dessert* His body though–

Ron, slams fist on the table: Not while we’re eating, mate!

Harry: *sheepishly falls quiet*

~20 minutes later~

Harry, awkwardly lingering by the floo: Hey, er, I wanted to say– thanks, you know? For listening? *casts Ron’s tense face a doubtful look* And, I guess maybe sorry for getting–well. Detailed about Draco’s– uhm. *eyes go glazed* It’s just that he– *shakes head with a rueful smile*

Hermione, elbowing Ron pointedly: You know we’re always here if you need to talk. Harry. No matter the topic of conversation. *stares expectantly at Ron* Ron, gruffly: *clears his throat* Yeah, man, just– just come on over whenever you fancy a chat or whatever…

Harry, smirking:*dryly* I’ll take you up on that. *grabs a pinch of Floo powder and steps in* *absently* Give Rosie a mouth press for me. *disappears in a green flare*

Ron and Hermione: *exchanging a slightly bewildered glance* *burst out laughing at the same moment* Ron: Shit, the poor guy’s got it bad. Hermione, shaking her head as she sinks into the sofa: It’s oddly sweet, this whole thing. *mischievously* For Harry’s sake, though, I hope he finds some relief soon. *grins at Ron* Don’t look at me like that! Put yourself in his place for a moment. *wryly* You wouldn’t have lasted half as long as he has.

Ron, sitting facing her and dragging her into a kiss: Mmmm, probably a good thing that I don’t have to worry about anything like that, then… *gently pushes a few strays curls off her face*

Hermione, leaning in for some more: *airily* Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure. We still have to talk about all those things you told Harry after all. *grins when Ron blanches* I guess you’d better take me inside and do things to make me forget about that conversation altogether.

Ron, not questioning his luck: *plucks Hermione up and tosses her over his shoulder, smacking her bum* *heads to their room while she laughs*

[viterbofangirllovestheuntamed]

#i love the thematic naming #suihua passes from one generation to another #and jiang cheng is cranky clingy and confused #but the in universe reasoning...wow jc you had A Phase #what happened to jasmine princess and little love? #also a detail i love in the show is that jin ling hugs his sword when he's scared

@autumnslantern​ here’s a classic from winepresswrath that lives rent-free in my head 24/7: #Jiang Cheng at 14: i hate everything especially myself my soul is POISON yes I want the purple mermaid scale detailing please

三毒 sāndú – lit. three poisons; a Buddhist phrase for the root of all turmoil (greed, anger, ignorance)

Jiang Cheng's sword Sandu has a leaf-shaped tip with etching along the central ridge of the blade. The fittings are highly ornamental with stylised snakes and a pommel shaped as a frog sitting on a lotus bud, decorated with purple stones. The pattern on the scabbard represents the third venomous creature ("poison"), a centipede.

岁华 suìhuá – lit. the passage of time

Suihua is Jin Zixuan's sword and after his death, his son Jin Ling inherits Suihua. As befitting a Jin blade, the fittings are gold with leaf and peony motifs.

- name translations from the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation wiki; descriptions based on the design in the Untamed.

Other swords: Bichen and Suibian, Fuxue and Shuanghua and Jiangzai, Baxia and Shuoyue and Hensheng

[hedonisticadventures]

Answer all the questions

1. Favourite colour.Purple and green2. Number of people you’ve slept with.43. Cake or ice cream?Cake4. If you were a superhero what would your power be?Ability to control probabilities!5. Ever been in a fist fight?Yeah...6. Do you live in the country or the city?Country7. Biggest kink?I don’t even know... I still gotta figure out what it is8. Favourite video-game?Destiny (And soon D2)9. Words you live by?Fall down seven, stand up eight10. Best book you’ve ever read?Harry Potter series11. Favourite film?The Fifth Element12. Horror or romance?Both!13. Biggest fear?Being the failure everyone expects me to be14. Best memory?The nights with my best friend that start out with “What the fuck are we doing tonight?”15. Worst memory?Don’t wanna know... trust me...16. Where are you from?Tampa, Fl17. Ever done anal?Nope18. Would you prefer to be Mary Berry’s grandchild or Paul Hollywood’s bitch?Uhhhhhh?19. Favourite outfit?My khaki colored joggers and long black shirt with my beanie!20. Snapchat or Instagram?Both!21. If you could freeze time what would you do?Travel and not lose any time!22. Best LUSH product in your opinion?Various bath bombs!23. Should people wear red shirts or brown pants in your presence?Is this a Deadpool reference? Red Shirts24. Favourite television character?Jon Snow25. Do you have a nemesis?Yeah... money26. Are you a hard-worker?Of course!27. What’s the best holiday you’ve ever been on?Every Halloween is the best time of the year!28. What’s your dream?To have my family not worry about money... I grew up constantly under the threat of losing my house and living on the streets so I don’t want my loved ones to have to worry like that!29. Where do you see your life ending up?Traveling the world!30. Describe your last sexual encounter. I took my friend a graduation gift and we hung out and at the end of the night she goes "I’m horny... fuck me?” after making sure she was sure we fucked!31. Cake by the ocean or sex on the beach?Sex on the beach!32. Ever done drugs?Nope33. Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings?HP!34. Are you a jock or a nerd?Nerd for sure!35. On a scale of 8 to 34.7, how gay are you?21ish36. Do you live for Tumblr discourse or hate it?Tumblr discourse?37. Favourite trashy television show?Big Brother... thats about the trashiest I watch and its not even trashy...38. Last time you watched porn?Right now39. Do you have a recurring sexual fantasy?Glory hole40. Weirdest dream you ever had?I was in a wasteland but I was king of that wasteland... I don’t even remember the details... 41. Ever had mental health issues?Yup!42. What’s the answer to the question you wish someone would ask you?Of course43. Do you wish people paid more attention to you?Depends on what aspect... like my YouTube channel? Fuck yeah I want more attention on there but in real life... I’m alright where I am44. Do you have anyone who you’d happily slap right across their chops?YES!45. Dog person or cat person?Dog but my cat is cute and gives kisses sooooo46. Sneakers or heels?Sneakers... easy!47. Favourite cocktail?My buddy is a bartender and keeps coming up with crazy shit so whatever he's making!48. Day or night?Night49. Pokémon or Digimon?Pokemon!50. How big is your dick?7.5in long... I’ve been told large if that means anything51. Favourite musical?All of a sudden every musical has disappeared from my memory52. Favourite song? “Middle Fingers” by Missio53. Are you secretly a goblin/alien/android?Yes54. Why are you like this? Because the culmination of my life until this point has influenced and affected my perception of reality55. What’s your guilty pleasure?Naps56. What would you say if I said ‘I love you’?Who are you, anon? I’ll tell you then! ;D57. What’s the story behind your URL? dance-to-this-beat called me it and I changed my name to it!58. Tell me something that worries you.America59. What have you been worrying about today?Whether I’m getting sunburnt or not...60. I’m only sending you these questions because I have a crush on you and I’m too tragic to actually just say it. Anon... are you sure you read through all of these before asking me?61. Hot dogs or burgers?Burgers62. Nintendo or the other trash-consoles?All of them!63. Which fandom ruined a show that you used to like?I don’t care about fandoms when it comes to me shows!64. What do you wish you could tell your best friend?I tell my best friend everything!65. Tell us a deep dark secret. Uhhhh... I don’t have secrets... ask me anything and I’ll tell you!66. Are you curious about having a man in leather spank your botty 'til it’s all red?Not at all67. Favourite Tumblr couple?Uhhh I don’t know...68. Do you have any dietary quirks?No fast food, I stay away from dairy, I don’t eat meat (for the most part) until dinner time... 69. Do you want to have someone pleasure your genitals orally while you do the same to theirs?Fuck yeah! 70. How old are you?2471. Which Buzzfeed listicle sums up your existence?I’m not going looking for a Buzzfeed article just to answer this hahaa72. Do you have any pets? 2 pups, 3 cats, and a dozen chickens!73. What colour underwear are you wearing?Red74. Boxers or briefs?Briefs75. Fuck me, Ray Bradbury?No76. Which television show do you want to last forever?Steven Universe77. In a zombie apocalypse how long would you last?Until someone decides to betray me78. Do you have good internet connection or do you want to punch your router every ten minutes?Both79. Would you find it somewhat saucy if I sent bawdy nudes in your direction?I would think thats fucking hot and appreciate each and every one I received individually!80. Which country has the best flag?Pirates... come on Jolly Roger81. Do you consider yourself *iconic*?Never82. Most overrated food?None!83. Most overrated film?I havent even seen many films lately...84. Most overrated television show?I don’t watch much tv outside my shows so I don’t know...85. Most overrated type of cheese?SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH CHEESE IS AMAZING86. Which brand would you never shop at?I ain’t about brands anyways... if theres a shirt I like I’ll buy it87. Wisdom, courage, or power?Wisdom88. Would you prefer to travel in time and stay in the same spot, or travel in space with time elapsing as normal?Travel in space and time elapses normally!89. What’s the best birthday present you ever got?The money90. What present do you wish someone would give you?Sex91. Do you have an ex? Why did you break up?I have six exes and various reasons91. Why does 91 appear on this list twice now?Just so you can ask this question92. Spare a thought for the humble creator of this list, it’s difficult to think of this many questions. Don’t put two question 91s93. Do you prefer anons or non-anons?I love all my asks! IF I ONLY HAD ANY94. Who do you wish you could have sex with more than any other?I ain’t even gonna answer this one... she might see it and that might be bad95. What is your spirit animal? Bear96. Do you have one word that you really love the sound of?Spiffy97. Do you still have any of your stuffed toys from when you were a kid?I cuddle up to a stuffed animal every night... come on haha98. What makes you super nostalgic?Old school cartoons!99. Give me an answer to a random one of these questions. (But don’t make it a shit answer like 'yes’. Don’t be an asshole.)HARRY POTTER!100. What’s your favourite cocktail?You mean the same question from question 41?101. Sonic screwdriver or Ron’s shit broken wand from the second Potter book?Sonic screwdriver... I want a wand more but still...102. Laptop or PC?PC by far!103. What’s the sexiest accent in your opinion?Give me any accent and I’ll fall in love104. Would you let Donald Trump tickle your nipples for an hour for £6,000,000?WHY WOULD’NT I?105. You should check out a great little British website called Pretty52. I smell advertising...106. If you could dye your hair any colour, what colour would you change to?Blue107. What would you change about your body if you could?My sinus problem108. Do you prefer to be hot or cold?Cold109. What’s your favourite way to orgasm?I just love to have orgasms...110. Are you a mermaid or a unicorn?Unicorn111. What’s the name of your favourite pet when you were a kid?George112. What was your favourite class at school?Math113. Are you superstitious? Very!114. What do you think happens when we die?Afterlife in heaven or hell115. Pie or pi?PIE116. Your followers a question.Proper grammar please?117. Lick my genitalia. I would love to if you have a pussy118. What’s your favourite number?42119. Do you ever look up at the stars and feel small?Not really120. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?Eh121. Tell me about a quirky personality trait. I’m way too honest122. What was your favourite story when you were younger?Harry Potter hahaha123. Are you old before your time or young at heart?Young at heart124. Why do you do the things you do? Please. Tell me.Because they make sense to me125. I hope you enjoyed these questions.I did!126. Which Tumblr blog would you recommend to all your fans?psychxtic-hearts

[winepresswrath]

do you have any headcanons abt jc's sword? bc either jc is very good at creating names for inatimate objects or he put all his naming creativity into sandu. or someone else named his sword lol

my assumption is that he was having a ancient magical goth-metal phase and named it as an expression of his teenaged angst, only to find himself in the admittedly goth and metal position of orphan desperately and violently pursuing vengeance for his fallen family. JFM canonically is very supportive of his children picking whatever names they like for their swords. I also presume Wei Wuxian mocked him relentlessly and that “to the Yiling Laozu” scene was sweet, sweet vengeance.

[viterbofangirllovestheuntamed]

Jiang Cheng at 14: i hate everything especially myself my soul is POISON yes I want the purple mermaid scale detailing please (via winepresswrath)

do you have any headcanons abt jc's sword? bc either jc is very good at creating names for inatimate objects or he put all his naming creativity into sandu. or someone else named his sword lol

my assumption is that he was having a ancient magical goth-metal phase and named it as an expression of his teenaged angst, only to find himself in the admittedly goth and metal position of orphan desperately and violently pursuing vengeance for his fallen family. JFM canonically is very supportive of his children picking whatever names they like for their swords. I also presume Wei Wuxian mocked him relentlessly and that “to the Yiling Laozu” scene was sweet, sweet vengeance.

[silentstep]

#Jiang Cheng at 14: i hate everything especially myself my soul is POISON yes I want the purple mermaid scale detailing please   (via winepresswrath)

do you have any headcanons abt jc's sword? bc either jc is very good at creating names for inatimate objects or he put all his naming creativity into sandu. or someone else named his sword lol

my assumption is that he was having a ancient magical goth-metal phase and named it as an expression of his teenaged angst, only to find himself in the admittedly goth and metal position of orphan desperately and violently pursuing vengeance for his fallen family. JFM canonically is very supportive of his children picking whatever names they like for their swords. I also presume Wei Wuxian mocked him relentlessly and that “to the Yiling Laozu” scene was sweet, sweet vengeance.

[iridescentoracle]

#Jiang Cheng at 14: i hate everything especially myself my soul is POISON yes I want the purple mermaid scale detailing please

do you have any headcanons abt jc's sword? bc either jc is very good at creating names for inatimate objects or he put all his naming creativity into sandu. or someone else named his sword lol

my assumption is that he was having a ancient magical goth-metal phase and named it as an expression of his teenaged angst, only to find himself in the admittedly goth and metal position of orphan desperately and violently pursuing vengeance for his fallen family. JFM canonically is very supportive of his children picking whatever names they like for their swords. I also presume Wei Wuxian mocked him relentlessly and that “to the Yiling Laozu” scene was sweet, sweet vengeance.

[mikkeneko]

#Jiang Cheng at 14: i hate everything especially myself my soul is POISON yes I want the purple mermaid scale detailing please

do you have any headcanons abt jc's sword? bc either jc is very good at creating names for inatimate objects or he put all his naming creativity into sandu. or someone else named his sword lol

my assumption is that he was having a ancient magical goth-metal phase and named it as an expression of his teenaged angst, only to find himself in the admittedly goth and metal position of orphan desperately and violently pursuing vengeance for his fallen family. JFM canonically is very supportive of his children picking whatever names they like for their swords. I also presume Wei Wuxian mocked him relentlessly and that “to the Yiling Laozu” scene was sweet, sweet vengeance.

[coquelicoq]

#Jiang Cheng at 14: i hate everything especially myself my soul is POISON yes I want the purple mermaid scale detailing please (via @winepresswrath​)

do you have any headcanons abt jc's sword? bc either jc is very good at creating names for inatimate objects or he put all his naming creativity into sandu. or someone else named his sword lol

my assumption is that he was having a ancient magical goth-metal phase and named it as an expression of his teenaged angst, only to find himself in the admittedly goth and metal position of orphan desperately and violently pursuing vengeance for his fallen family. JFM canonically is very supportive of his children picking whatever names they like for their swords. I also presume Wei Wuxian mocked him relentlessly and that “to the Yiling Laozu” scene was sweet, sweet vengeance.