#and my dm warned me. that if i die while like that. i will forever be erased from the minds of everyone who knew me

[sunstar121]

how I'll be sleeping tonight after making the most devastating decision in dnd and no one in my party knowing the true consequences of it

[olinadoeswriting]

SAtI 13: An Evergreen's Renewal

Sparks Along the Infinitesimal chapter 13 is out!

This is the thirteenth chapter so you may want to read up on the AO3 to catch up. [AO3 Link]

(warnings are all there too.)

It’s all safe now

The sound’s a little horrific but the effect is perfect, every bone in Vena uncracked and reciprocating Vex. “You were quick to action, starling.”

Vex can’t believe she’s going through it again. “I could’ve been so much quicker, but I have you now. Tell me you're healthy.”

Vena flexes her arms and back. “I am, more than when I entered too. You’re either getting better or spent a rich tragedy.”

“There was nothing tragic in the memory I spent, they deserved it, all of it.” Vex turns her head back to Tiliveri, something happy emanating from the view on the cadaver.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing, it’s fine. I was asleep when I should’ve been awake and protecting you, I’m sorry.”

Vena strokes tears off Vex’s cheek. “You should let me have the opportunity to protect you sometimes.”

Vex places her face onto Vena’s. “The next forty-eight hours you can be my Reiter, shooting every passerby who looks mildly threatening while we carefully walk to our next location.”

Vena giggles, her voice full in a way it couldn’t have been a few moments before. “I really do need lessons in using pistols, maybe you can show me along the way.”

“Til… I’ll show you anything, just please, don’t die.”

The words shake Vena with a memory. “I’ll stay alive if you promise to stay alive.”

Vex grabs at Vena’s now uninjured right hand. “I promise.” A kiss between them confirms her promise. 

Vex wants to comfort her sister forever, like they did on the train, but there’s no band of armed convicts to protect them today. Rapidly reassigning everything back into their possession is what sadly must interrupt their moment. Generously the opulent corpse had a series of 400 DM on them along with some jewelry. 

Fierce knocking comes off the door followed by concerned voices. “Delixak? Are you ok in there?”

So many great books form their shelves, so many interesting documents are in their desk, and time is quickly evaporating. The solution for Vex is to throw stacks of the paper into their bag and rush to the shelves to pull out the first text vaguely arcane. ‘Elements and Questions: Letters from Academia’ sounds like it’s close enough to be worthy of getting bagged. 

Vena leads the exit, unlocking the door and rapidly bringing it open while the folks on the other side jump out of its way. “It was a suicide!” She exclaims without thinking before running off with Vex in hand. 

The place is clearly some sort of library, or maybe just a particularly grand bookshop. The screams behind and people jumping out from reading doesn’t fit the expected standard. People stare but don’t even begin to consider trying to run down the sisters. Vex hardly realizes how little she feels, how harsh her breath isn’t, how much nothing their speeds are causing upon her lungs. When they come knocking through the main door her body is ready to run for hours longer.

The building is near the top of the hill, to the east is the local station, far to the north west is their next destination. The world is perfectly visible to them but anyone else’s eyes would only see through the darkness by the sodium lights. Seeing thin, unlit, streets between buildings in the right direction Vex pulls Vena off into running towards the occlusion. There’s only half a kilometer of town until they’re out,  just a minute or two of running. The sightlines of citizens and likely a couple officers run down their backs, after the small crowds take their moments to consider distant boots strike against the pavement.

No simple person could catch up to them though, each step made perfect with a sight only they can have. Through the small paths and over impotent fences Vex leads their way, no one having the right of way to stop them. The buildings get more and more distant and the town is closer and closer to being gone. When they cross off the paved streets and unimproved dirt is all that’s left before the maze field a few meters off Vex can’t help but smile.

The light pollution is terrible, but Lavditev never held much beauty in its sky to show off

3:23, Vex shares a spot under a tree with Vena to get away from the rain. A couple more days are ahead, and her mind’s finally starting to lose all its false rest from what happened earlier.

Vena notices Vex’s fading eyes. “Are you dropping from consciousness so soon?”

“A little, sorry if you want to hear my voice as you fall, Til.”

“What if I went this time?”

Vex rests her head on Vena’s shoulder and shuts her eyes. “Go for it.”

Vena looks out into the rain and finds her softest voice amongst it. “Two little birds struggle their wings for any amount of height. Their dreams are so beautiful, a little scary, but something which impresses the eye to simply know exists. Up above the birds fly together, all the world beneath them. They make each other sing, they're so happy, but the air beneath their wings becomes hateful. They force their landing with broken wings, their dreams now empty. The places they go all turn them away, they all say that they don’t belong. But they’ve done barely a couple things wrong.” 

Vex’s crumples under the exhaustion, she can barely hear the next sentence as she goes out.

“But let me tell you something that’s right, something I know you’ll like my starling…”

Next towns just ahead, and it’s a *city* this time

70 kilometers of walking, the time is 17:32, the first day of the fourth claw of summer, 213 years remaining. Vena’s shot is improving, it’s nearly perfect when Vex shares her sight. The taste of opium has become a recurring fixture upon Vex’s lips and tongue. Facing any minor town along the way for an inn or food seemed like an impossible choice to Vex, so now their stomachs turn on themselves in hunger. At least there is a little comfort in knowing that they eat soon, and that whatever they eat will be made an impossibly satisfying meal by their hunger.

They’re more or less upon the new loading point, the ground transitions to stone and buildings of brick and steel shade the streets. 0.15 DM away from Vex’s pockets and a streetcar carries them through. Nothing as grand as Etkaleva is here, most wind trains continue through, only stopping to switch modes, but it’s hard for the place not to come out industrialized. Vex has only seen foodservice from the perspective of her rural town’s inn and of the cramped tourist trap in Ektaleva, but an actual, honest to the end, contemporary restaurant after a few days of hunger is appealing.

The car slows to its next stop and Vex spots some signage not too far off. “Xidit of Lovers… soft lighting, women only… you think we could eat there my Til?”

“Is my starling so brazen with her affection that she’s asking me out to a smoky bar?” Vena strokes Vex’s cheek. “You’ve become too comfortable with this too soon, playing around with how public we are could be so much fun.”

“I just…” Vex sighs and enjoys the touch. “You always took me to the tavern back home when we were young, but I guess that’s not the same as a bar. Still, the grains tell me you’re only barely avoiding collapsing from exhaustion and hunger and that is the nearest place.”

Red lines flicker around Vena’s eyes, the lids over them uncontrollably twitch a few times. “One of these days I want to call you out on something, try holding more secrets from me in the future. You can maybe make some new ones in there too.”

Vex smiles and jumps with Vena off the streetcar to walk towards their respite. In front of normal, non terroristic criminal or otherwise rural, people, Vena displays some discomfort with their closeness. Vex has it too herself, the grain doesn’t whisper anything she doesn’t want it to right now, but she needs only her own paranoia to drown away in terror. The town they passed through before was basically inbred with its monoculture already, but these actual cities are beautiful in diversity, ironically making them stick out more. Praise the Darkness Between the Stars for giving Vex at least a few heritage obfuscating marks.

The graffiti covering the door is very comforting, a downwards facing triangle alongside several smaller eight pointed stars. The downwards facing triangles warn of tragedy risk or danger, eight pointed stars mark historical relics. Together they’re likely trying to say that the place is traditionalist and antithetical to the beliefs of Asmephraxer’s, or at least that’s how the grain guides her mind to think. She can imagine the apathetic hatred of the people who marked the place, loyal servants to truth. The reason is pretty apparent, the Darkness Between the Stars rejects gender as inhuman, and women’s only is a mild reminder of rejected values.

A shiver from a sudden cold gust alongside a few drops against her back reframes her mind. She loses her vision of the old graffiti, it must’ve been taken down a long time ago. Since then someone’s put up a small little star, painted with clean lines, likely ordered by the place. The upwards facing triangle indicates something is rewarding, combined with a downwards facing triangle it marks something as a risky bounty. Quite fitting, given the establishment.

Vex should respect the information given to her by fellow devouts, but it’s not a moral cue, just a statement. They wouldn’t mind whatsoever if she ignored the message and walked straight in, Vena’s hand in hers. So, out of a respect for their apathy, Vex ignores the memory of warning and casts open the doors to enter.

Every window is kept incredibly tinted, dim string lights across the warehouse sized room. More than warehouse sized, Vex suspects that this place was probably just built out of a warehouse. The second floor is far away, and half a level before it are mesh grates with more people sitting on them. The lighting almost makes this place feel like a church, the aesthetic similarity is comforting. The dark makes the world so much further away, it always seems like there’s nothing to hear you in it.

Stacks of random boxes and barrels make a circle around the entrance, some chairs by the door. A formally, and liberally, dressed woman behind on the stacks notices them and runs up. “Hello, hi, I’m Kalevi, are you two looking for a table?” The voice is pleasant and breathy.

Vena takes the lead in front of Vex. “Yes.”

Kalevi drags some papers out from a box and walks Vex and Vena to an empty table. A wire drops from the ceiling to keep alight fake candles in its center. “Look through these menus, we’ll be back once you’re ready to order.” Kalevi drops off folded papers and walks off.

“I doubt this place will be as cheap as that diner.” Vena looks through the menu for a random item. “Four dogemarks for Altsteirer teriyaki, I don’t know what an Altsteirer is but I think that’s more expensive than normal.”

Vex searches the menu herself. “But I think that seems fair, this place seems… nicer.”

“Nicer? Is your perception related to how pink your cheeks are right now?” Vena giggles at Vex.

Vex turns her eyes off from the menu and crowds and onto Vena. “You’re still the prettiest one here.”

“Starling, I actually want to order, but you keep on forcing me into these situations where I have to interrupt myself and correct you.” Vena darts her eyes at every other couple and hopeful individual. “You deserve the identification of prettiest.”

The praise puts Vex in a state. “Give me more… And don’t keep your voice down.”

Vena sifts through Vex’s hair, considering, but hesitating. “Shouldn’t I be forcing you into uncomfortable positions? Or do you only prefer it that way in bed?”

“Compared to train benches and dirt, how could anything in a bed be uncomfortable? Especially with you.” Vex taps a finger on Vena’s chest, hoping someone else will witness.

Vena draws a breath, her tongue dancing in all ways but movement. “Fine, let them hear it. Let them all hear of how much I adore you and want your touch, how much you need mine.” Vena runs down Vex’s hair, eliciting a slight moan. “And tonight they will hear me draw out all sorts of begs and cries from the most appealing partner I’ve had.”

Vex submits her face to share a touch against Vena’s, using the position to whisper a message. “I would never want anyone to know” Vex feels Vena’s waist. ”But I want them to suspect, and I want them to hate their suspicions.”

“So, was two days all you needed to settle yourself over everything?” Vena wraps her arms underneath Vex’s coat.

“I’m hardly settled, there’s still all the fear. But I’m not resistant to letting myself feel things over you, I’m not saddened by my own mind.” Vex lets her muscle tone fall weak, her body barely held up by her sister. “We’re going to die soon, aren’t we? I want to cover all this ground with you before then.”

Vena’s hand feels down to the backside of one of Vex’s pockets, a rigid tin full of opium inside it. “We have money, some opium, both our marksmanship, and the most brilliant arcanist in the world.” Vena plants a quick kiss. “We’ll see the stars go out in our lifetime.”

Vex recognizes the phrase, it’s modified from a common ending line on letters and even conversations. It’s always comforting to hope for the end to come soon. “I’ll let you order now.”

Their eyes search down the menus. Vex spots Vena focusing on a section filled with fish before noticing her and turning away to another one. Vena taps on her remaining choice, as though to test if it’s really on the paper. “Fried potato columns? Sounds terribly starchy and like a caloric nightmare. Whoever made it must know what I like.”

Vex also wants for starch, something deeply terrible, by Vex’s standards, to her health. “They’ve got this bread loaf-”

Vena looks down, something sad or disappointed on her face. “Starling, we’ve traveled over two thousand kilometers.”

“It’s white bread! I never had that, I swear it’s decadent.” Vex always heard that white bread tastes far better than whole wheat or corn bread. Not that it was ever hers to try. “And you’ve had potatoes before yourself.”

“If there’s even one uncracked grain of wheat in your bread I will cast wine down both our throats, is that amenable to you?”

“If… if you make it non alcoholic wine.” Vex knows she wouldn’t mind the other part of such a performance.

“That’s just vinegar. Which I do suppose is worse.” Vena feels her eyelids. “They're still twitching, I think a mild lack of rest is causing me to act a little more eccentric.”

Vex reflects on her own state, she’s been as much without rest but she’s not physically showing the signs. Of course, Vex has never known true sleep, so her mind’s always in a mess. “Now, what can my eccentric Til perform to me when I’m pinned underneath her.”

“I’ll read to you from your nice new book, I think the last letter you left on was getting somewhere very interesting.” Vena may be deploying sarcasm here, but it is truthful to say that the last letter they read was a deeply personal and romantic one that the original writer probably would not have liked being published in the collection.

Vex giggles. Once terminating the laughter she finds herself, once again, considering if she’s normal. “Should I see a psychotherapist?”

Vena’s unending adoration for Vex’s face fades away into concern. “You’re not feeling anything bad towards us are you? My discomfort right now isn’t a message, I wish for this to continue, I’ll feel normal again.”

“I didn’t mean that!” Vex desperately shakes her hands to dispel the thought. “I mean, if we trusted one enough it wouldn’t hurt to have a little scientific background to our feelings. But I wouldn’t ever ‘cure’ them. I just want someone to fix my sleep.” 

Vena lets her grasp on Vex loosen. “You had me worried, starling. But, isn’t it a different doctor who deals with sleep?”

“Depends on what the issue is.” Vex laughs to herself as she sees the grain’s latest insight. Apparently, there’s a subtle smile on Vena whenever Vex struggles to sleep, she must enjoy having Vex be dependent on her. Vex doesn’t mind being dependent on Vena either, so there’s no anger there.

“Would getting you into a church tomorrow, before we leave, help?”

It’s never dark anywhere, and not just due to her new sight, even in the night Vex finds her eyes burning. The church always knew how to depict true darkness, it’s somewhere she can take the strain off. “Yes.”

Time goes along and so does Vex fold along into receiving massages from Vena. This next one goes along the throat and jaw, it’s the least Vex can return after a day of abuse. Pops rattle off her larynx as Vena shifts it, hopefully they’re meaningless. Vena relaxes off the poor organ and continues to stroke her fingers down Vex’s chest. Vex looks down at the now thoroughly consumed food, a little slip with an even smaller number in the center of it all. 9.63 dogemarks remove themselves from Vex’s satchel and drop onto the table.

Vex reminisces on her lost currency. “I think the Altsteirer was the cheapest thing on the menu.”

“Did the bread meet the price tag’s expectations, love?” Vena pulls her massaging around to Vex’s shoulders.

“I didn’t know food could be a source of pleasure.” A minor lie, technically that salmon way before was enjoyable, minus how much Vex disliked eating it. “We need to leave and find somewhere before we have to stack ourselves in a room with someone else.”

“We could sleep on the-” Vena slows her touches. “Nevermind, I don’t think I could survive the walk. Let’s get somewhere before I collapse.”

Vex looks around, she sees no server falling towards them in particular. The pocket watch declares it to be 18:14, they might as well not bother waiting for a server. Or, at least, Vex hopes that’s appropriate in this setting. “Would you take it upon yourself to lead me, your poor- your… me, Til?”

“It is my burden to be your monument, isn’t it?” Vena grabs Vex and pulls them out towards the exit.

Before anything even happens Vex feels her shoulder tense and fear grip at her. The hand which was going to reach out from behind is set still by the reaction, kept hovering over Vex’s shoulder. “Hey, I overheard you two were looking for a place, we’re walking to a place ourselves.”

Vex turns around to see the two people, the one who spoke to her seems to be Kalevi, but out of her work outfit. The one to Kalevi’s left an unknown woman, boringly dressed but tall and with even taller hair.

“Right, Kalevi, and this is my partner Vevaeiv.” Kalevi puts her heart into displaying Vavaeiv.

Vevaeiv shyly waves, but keeps silent.

“I find you both attractive.” Vex realizes after speaking that she didn’t have to say that out loud, or even quietly, or even think it really. “But! We’re not interested in that.” Vex hopes Vena accepts getting roped into that.

“Oh no, you misunderstand. Our place is really cheap, kind of because it’s in a kobold ghetto.” Kalevi’s nails dig into her partner’s hand. “The people there are nice! But the people who aren’t from there, or haven’t met us, sometimes have opinions and… traveling with more people feels safer.”

“I knew I could feel suspiciously high pitched shouting, is it close?” Vena inquires.

Kalevi’s nails soften, her fingers gently massage her partner’s indents. “Five to ten minute walk is all. We’re also used to running the route if you can keep up.”

Vex slowly nods. “Cheap, near, and we can run. You can call me Ev, by the way.”

Vena strokes a chin while coming up with her name, Vex’s chin to be exact. “I can be Ilv then,”

The air is wrong, it’s got no place in anyone’s lungs

After a minute of running Vex collapses to vomit in some random alleyway. Her, just two days ago, perfect and infatigable body has gone weak. She would rely on the grain to tell her why but it’s not even bothering to whisper much of anything right now.

Vena caresses Vex’s heaving back. “It’s been a long day.” Her lungs catch on the smoky air and cough uncontrollably for a few seconds. “Are the factories built upwind from here out of spite?”

Vavaeiv answers the question, barely going above a whisper. “The air quality is better indoors.”

“What was the catalyst for you to move in there, we’re not even in the ghetto yet and we’re dying.” Vena doesn’t turn to face who she’s speaking to.

“It was in the books, and they let me pay for just the day. This lovely Vavaeiv here was also living there by then for similar reasons.” Kalevi pulls in Vavaeiv, her hesitation folding away as she realizes neither Vena nor Vex is paying attention.

Vex quietly mourns the loss of the best thing she ever ate, and struggles to her feet. Her body slumps against the wall to give support her reeling feet can’t provide. “Would that make when you met and how long you’ve lived there the same question?”

“Yep! Three beautiful months we’ve had each other.” Kalevi marks the dashed expectations on Vex’s face and adds, “Turnover’s quick in my industry, so it’s like three years for a normal wage worker.”

“Never worked for a wage in my life so I’m…” Vex glances to her sister, she’s pretty sure Vena worked ‘contractually’. “It’s probably why I’m so weak, the clergy always got mad when I tried to rush or exert myself.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t expect such a church girl to end up in Xidit.” Kalevi smiles at Vena. “Did her meeting you have anything to do with it?”

“Technically you are exactly correct.” Vena realizes it’s her turn to show affection and gives Vex another taste of opium off her lips. “We met a long time before we got together though, it’s surprisingly recent that we became formal.”

Vex latches onto Vena. “I can walk now, just hold me.”

Vena respects Vex for only a second before swooping Vex right into her arms. Her exhausted passerine turns red, but doesn’t complain or fight.

“Childhood friends? You have to tell us more!” Kalevi follows up her interrogation.

They really are a lot kinder than they ought to be

It’s how it has to be, Vex supposes, every new person will ask heaps of questions and every answer they provide feels hazardous. At least Kalevi isn’t asking why they look so similar, in any luck Vex mentally overexaggerated how familial presenting they are. The questions and voices from Kalevi die down once they hit past an informal wall designating the kobold’s ward. The people all look suspicious towards them as they pass through the opening in a metal fence, which was probably supposed to keep the ‘entrance’ shut. They’re not in a significant city so the ghetto is barely worthy of being called an alley, buildings of corrugation and wood, not even up to pre industrial code, are stacked in the limited room.

Vex stays tight to Vena, trying to reduce room between her and any of the little dragons. Just as humans created their own sapience to witness the Darkness Between the Stars, kobolds used to spontaneously come to life around dragon saints. It’s thus hard for them to get along with humans, not that they would even have met humans in their perfect world. Each scaled horror bears a different metal plating, some have hints of shining bronze, some elders have rust forming across them.

Kalevi looks at the wooden stars on Vex’s chest. “Should I have warned you to not wear those? I think I should have. You should probably take them off, same for you Ilv.”

Vena clutches at her star. “Without wearing my dodecagram how will my starling Ev know I loved her gift?”

“Just hide it beneath your coat, I’m going to keep mine.” Vex strokes her necklace, the stars each stringed up like they’re sickening to behold. She would’ve spent her life seeing them go out in Collina, here all she has is the symbolism of their deaths, she can’t give up on that.

With her chest hidden in the circle of people, it’s not that anyone could see anyway. Perhaps that’s why the next moments come so gently, with no harassment or threats. Actually, with all her grains going silent this place seems wildly peaceful. So long as they don’t happen to be too close to a shell going off, it’s probably safe. Just at the end of the way, before the route is blocked by some other brick building, their destination shows up in colors. 

Vex reads out the sign. “Kiliva Tiveli.”

“You can read collinian?” Kalevi claps their hands. “Impressive!”

“I can’t it’s just-” Vex realizes she didn’t know where she got those words from, with the grain's silence especially. It almost feels like she repeated an old memory of someone else saying it. “It’s just a memory, from a long time ago apparently. Someone else’s. For a place you only go to in rest, it’s got an awful lot of memories, or maybe that’s how they all ended up so missing.”

“What?” Kalevi tilts her neck.

“Ev’s just insightful, she always was. I always relied on her for that.” Vena explains away.

And Vex hated herself every time she gave that advice. “You always relied on me to continue the habits I always wished you stopped.”

Vena lifts Vex’s body closer. “And I did stop some of them, just for you.”

“What’s the second one?” Vex smiles as she delivers her little bite.

“I’ve avoided meat two whole days.” Vena feels her arms falter and lays Vex down. “I think it’s destroying my muscle tone.”

Vex lays her hand on Vena’s face. “Let me starve myself. You should actually eat, I prefer you being healthy.”

“Neither of you should starve yourselves.” Vavaeiv’s trembling voice says. “Eating is nice.”

“Oh, Kalevi must love it when you whimper that to her.” Vena’s straight voice breaks into laughter as she finishes and see’s Vavaeiv’s reaction.

“Speaking of whimpering, we’re off.” Kalevi grabs Vavaeiv’s hand and walks towards stairs on the side of the building. “You two can get your own room from the bottom floor, may the stars and all that!”

Vex silently waves them off. “Why do you look so disappointed? If they didn’t say no it would’ve been me.”

“Really? Not even if you were occupying their body as they experienced me?” Vena lets her hand take to Vex’s knotted hair and work through it as she walks.

Vex reaches underneath her coat’s collar to pull out any hair stuck in it. “Not even then, Til.”

Vex holds back anything more from falling out of her mouth, this is a terrible place to be. Whatever the grains are, there’s something here that’s repulsive to them. Kobolds are historically dragon worshippers, perhaps there’s some horrible idol draining her. And someone who doesn’t collapse from exhaustion in this place better get on finding it. Vex ignores the symbol of the red scales outside of the door and enters in. The room’s barely ten square meters, and half of it is behind a counter.

The kobold behind the counter spins a pen in their hand. “Vavaeiv brought more in? Fanatics too, I would be concerned if you looked less like a corpse.”

Vex feels the bones of her face, the skin’s a little uncomfortable around them but it’s fine. “It’s not fanaticism if it’s correct, little scales.”

“Kilivakilit, I can be known as Delat individually though.” Delat pulls out a ledger and prepares their pencil above it. “Still, I’ve been called worse than ‘scales’.”

“I don’t plan on calling you anything awful; relatedly, you may call me Ev and this lovely woman Ilv.” Vex leans in so that Vena can embrace her.

Delat slowly, carefully, inscribes the details onto their ledger.

Vex pulls up her satchel. “How much for the room, scales?”

Delat halts their writing. “I should’ve just called it a slur.”

“Is it?” Vena can’t hide her enthusiasm at the possibility, Unified AS-CO as a language lacks in slurs and it can be a drain on the ability to pursue casual hatred.

“Not really, some of the youth call me foreign scales, Kili Tiveli in our tongue. But you’re both lacking enough years remaining to be beyond such a phase, you should use my name.” Scales whines. “Room’s three dogemarks for a night.”

To Vex’s economic awareness, that is a shockingly good deal. She distributes 3 DM out of her pocket and into Scales’ bureaucratic process.

“Room’s Ilovixeran-3.” Scales waves Vex and Vena off and returns to filling out the ledger.

Vex awaits an elaboration, a giving of keys, eventually getting drawn away by Vena. Up the stairs, a little down on her health of body, and through the door. Vex uses a mechanism to bar it shut, but no lock otherwise exists. The new room is similar to the ‘lobby’, but with five square meters of space instead of ten. Most of the room is taken up by a two meter by slightly larger than two meter mattress.

Vex drops off the bag full of clothes, and strips everything off, Vena copying. Unfortunately there’s nothing for hygiene here, but they can make themselves presentable later, maybe in an actual bathhouse. Warm water filling the space around her, Vena’s body pressing against Vex’s beneath the suds, it’s an appealing thought. For creatures with such hard and sharp edges, their beds are exceptional. With the weight no longer carried, dulling every feeling with something even worse, Vex’s made aware of every soreness and piercing failure of bones.

Vena joins the catatonic Vex in the bed. For a moment Vena hovers above, fully presenting herself to Vex, considering. They’re both tired, broken, malnourished, so they should probably just descend into sleep immediately. Immediately… Vex makes sure to indulge in Vena as quickly as she can.

[kagakuoniryu]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could write a Draven x Female!Reader where Draven thinks for a while that his lover died in a battle, only for her to show up at the arena with only a couple bruises

Synopsis :

Draven girlfriend comes back in the pit after he thinks she is dead

Type :

Headcanon

Warning :

Draven think you're dead so maybe a bit of angst in the beginning at some point? And I feel it might be OOC

A/N :

I'm not especially sure about my draven, maybe he is a bit OOC? Or his relationship with his brother darius might not be the most canon depiction? I don't really know, if anything feel free to send me another ask or a dm if I got anything wrong here!

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Draven isn't the type of person to get attached easily after what happened in his life

And yet there you are, hid girlfriend for a while now, at his side

He wanted to bring you outside of the main city for a date tonight but things got really ugly

A group of mercenary attacked the both of you, neither of you had your weapons so all was left was to punch and kick until you two were the only one left standing

But that didn't happen like it was supposed to

Half through the battle draven didn't see you anymore, that's when he realized they managed to kidnap you

After getting rid of those who were left he came back the city, he hated it but needed his brother's help, Darius

Together they searched for you and found their base

But you weren't there

After torturing a few member they told them that you were dead, and they simply got rid of your body

In a fit of rage draven killed them all and left

Little did draven and darius knew, you weren't dead, you got sold to some random person charged to bring fighters into the pits

You weren't even that injured since you had to stay even a little bit in good shape to fight, only a few bruise were noticeable on you

But blindfolded you didn't know where you were going and even if you knew draven's pit like the back of your hand without seeing anything escaping seems complicated

In order to mourn you, even if it wasn't official, Draven organized the biggest fight in his pit in all history of noxus

Everyone came from all the country to see this match

While you were given a basic weapon and sent there, your captor probably expecting you to die

Draven himself was not really interested in all of this, it was just an excuse

Until he saw you there in the middle of the fight, almost without a scratch

He couldn't stop the fight in the middle of it but he was ready to intervene if anyone even dared to lay a finger on you

Seeing you fighting got him excited like a kid in a candy store, and after a few minutes of simply watching he finally joined you so the two of you could fight together

Since he could get a closer look he saw the few bruises that remained on your skin, teasing you about it while still fighting alongside you

Once everyone were taken down the fight stopped, it was considered the end and you were both of you victorious

While coming back inside you told draven everything, and he didn't took too long to find the men who bought and of course after touching you they weren't allowed to live anymore

You both came back to your home, and for the rest of the evening you were treated as royalty, bath, medicine for your few scratchs, romantic dinner, nothing was out of the line

Once it was time for bed draven cuddled you to sleep, and only when he was sure you were in dreamland he admitted that he finally feared something

He feared to lost you, for you to leave his side, but forever this time

~hope you'll like it~

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to s/o being abused by her family

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK domestic abuse, bruises, scars, toxic family behaviour, manipulation, torture, mentions of blood, smoking, murder, death

I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable, my dms are always open if you want to talk about anything

Requested by @racheloveyunho

It only gets darker and longer with the next member

Hongjoong

He came home early so you weren't prepared and were wearing a tanktop with shorts

He saw the bruises on your back and thighs

When he asked you about it later that day, you sobbed and told him that your brothers beat you because you insisted on moving in with Hongjoong

Would pretend that it didn't affect him but on the inside he's furious

He himself doesn't like to physically discipline anyone unless it is necessary or they get on his nerves and bring him to that point

How dare they lay a finger on you

He wouldn't change his behaviour with you, he'd be his usual caring self, all the while planning to knock some sense into your brothers

He laid a trap for your brothers to fall right into and met with them personally

He's a reasonable man so he started with talking to them but when they didn't listen and called him slurs he threatened to murder them

They knew Hongjoong was a part of a mafia and didn't want to anger him any further

They promised him that they would treat you better

Seonghwa

You told him you tripped and fell while you were packing your things to move in with him and that's how you got the bruise on your head and a busted lip

He bought it honestly because he's soft for you and couldn't see you like that so his focus was to get you the medical treatment you needed

You were happy with him and spent almost all of your time with him but he didn't want to hold you back form meeting your friends and family

You were ecstatic to meet your friends but not your family

They hurt you after all

So when he had someone drop you off to your family house, you were nervous but still went inside to meet them

What you got was taunts and verbal abuse

When you tried convincing them that Seonghwa was indeed very kind and loving towards you, they hit you so hard, you lost your balance and your back hit the glass corner of the table which you tried holding onto and ended up scratching your upper arm, drawing blood

You were shocked and hurt and ran out of the house

You hailed a taxi and went to your friend's house and told Seonghwa to pick you up from there

When he came home that night, you were already asleep

In the morning he woke up and found you in the kitchen at the brink of tears and you cheek was a little swollen and purplish

He asked you what happened but you said you liked hanging out with your friends yesterday and these were tears of joy and that your swollen cheek was because you ran into a glass wall

He believed you like always and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into an embrace and accidentally put pressure on the bruise on your back from yesterday

You yelped and arched your back

This time he didn't ask you but lifted your shirt to see for himself, despite your protests and was shocked to say the least

He made you feel comfortable enough to tell him that it was your family's doing

He reassured you that everything will be okay and that you could stay with him forever

That night he paid your family a visit after you went to sleep

They never contacted you again

Yunho

Your family was very religious and never really messed with you because Yunho made it very clear how protective he was towards you

Any bitter comment from your family would earn them a death glare from Yunho

He'd stare them down until they got super uncomfortable

Nobody knew what he was capable of, other than the fact that he was involved with a mafia

Your family wanted you to stay away from him but you loved him and he had promised to protect you and shield you from the mafia life

Yunho's girlfriend had no face, no one in the mafia world had ever seen you

One day you were visiting your family to celebrate your sister's birthday

You felt unwelcomed, you own blood was making you feel uncomfortable

When the guests had left and it was time to open the presents, your brother told you to go home

You were embarrassed but tried to reason with him that you guys were family

He started saying hurtful things and called you a slut and accused you of selling yourself to a dirty mafia rat who kills people for a living. He said you are nothing but his whore and he will replace you one day when he is tired of you and then you will have no one to turn to because they didn't consider you family anymore

You got up and went to the home. The home Yunho had made in the middle of a dense forest to hide you and came to see you almost every day

Yunho had decided to complete his work in advance today so he could spend more time with you in the next days, since you said you would be at your family house today

You unlocked the door and went in crying. You were wailing so hard that you laid on the floor in the lobby

You screamed when you felt someone grab you by your arms and made you sit up

Yunho looked at you in shock and worry, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck and cried your heart out, not caring if you were being loud and looking like a mess

You didn't need to tell him what had happened because he was aware your family had something to do with this

You woke up in bed the next day, feeling numb but had a severe headache

You looked around the room and saw a shirtless Yunho starting outside the window, you called out to him "Yunho..."

"I don't want to know what they did or said. I'm never ever going to allow you to meet them again. It took everything I had in me to stop from murdering them because I don't want to hurt you, but I can't have anyone else hurting you either"

He turned around and looked furious, you had only once seen him this angry when a spy from another mafia broke into your house and tried to stab you. Yunho had ripped his jaw off of his face with his bare hands in front of you and you fainted from shock from the intensity of the situation

Right now he had the same look on his face and you didn't want to anger him any further

Yeosang

He had never been the one to talk a lot

His calm and collected nature made people underestimate him

Your family used to love Yeosang and were supportive of your relationship with him, they were happy when you moved in with him, but that was before they knew who he was

Only you knew that Yeosang was a cold blooded killer. He was his gang's ace, he was sharp, very intelligent and very manipulative, not to mention he was the second most strongest member and was very good with weapons, his speciality being butterfly knives. He killed people the bad guys and felt no remorse. His gang members often joke that he only feels two emotions, rage when the bad guys cause menace and love towards you.

He got you pregnant and you were now worried but Yeosang had reassured you that no one in this world will ever lay a finger on you as long as he is by your side. He made you feel safe and loved. He didn't trust anyone to help you around the house so he stayed home to help you.

One day your family came over to meet you and ask after you unannounced, you being 7 months pregnant, were home alone

They wanted to see your huge house, you were nervous because you didn't want them to see some rooms but couldn't keep up with them because you got tired from walking

Then the unthinkable happened, they saw everything. They saw Yeosang's training room, his collection of knives and bulletin boards with photos of people, nasty looking people. One board had two sets of photos of the same person, one photo was for Yeosang to know who to attack and the other photo of the same person killed by him. Yeosang never wanted you to see the contents of the room, let alone your family.

They told you to come with them and to leave Yeosang but you tried to tell them that you were more than okay and wanted to stay with him

It all happened too fast, your father grabbed you by your arm, dragged you outside and forced you to sit in the car while your mother pleaded to him to not shove you around like that in this state. They didn't drive home, they were fleeing the city to get as far away from Yeosang as possible

You were screaming, your parents paid no attention to you, they thought you were protesting but actually you were screaming because of the excruciating pain you were experiencing. You were bleeding and your mom had noticed it but they were on a highway and there was no hospital nearby. They couldn't do anything about it so they kept driving out of the city, your father hoping the child would die in your womb because he now hated Yeosang and wouldn't be able to love his child either.

You fainted and after 2 hours of driving, they got to a hospital. No one knew but you were carrying twins, sadly one of them had died in your womb while the other was born healthy. You were now fighting for your life. Your parents were scared for you and afraid of being tracked down by Yeosang.

You and your baby spent a month in the hospital and recovered enough for your parents take you with them

On the other side Yeosang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was out looking for you, now scared and confused and in rage. He didn't know who had taken you away and was frustrated and tired but he couldn't let you go. You were the love of his life and the only person in the world who ever loved him.

He got a lead on you and within hours was outside the house where your parents were hiding you.

He broke in the house in the middle of the night and found you crying on the bed with a sleeping child by your side. He instantly became soft at the sight, all the rage he had in him was replaced by love. He softly called to you and you whipped your head up and instantly ran to him.

You begged him not to harm your parents and he couldn't say no. He silently took you and his month old son back home in the dead of the night

San

San was not one person, he had two kinds of personalities, one was a ruthless assassin and the other, a passionate lover. Both personalities had him being manipulative in common

He absolutely hated your family because you were a free spirit and liked taking risks while they were the complete opposites and often tried holding you back but you always loved an adventure and that's how you ended up with Choi San.

You dispised your family the same as they did you. You were so used to the beating that you felt nothing now. Profanities were very common too and you wanted nothing but to slap each and every one of them and run away.

You were head over heals for him the moment he crossed paths with you but you didn't show that to him. He tried manipulating you into getting you to sleep with him but you knew better and brushed him off

He was used to women being on their knees for him so you not doing that was a challenge for him and he was hell bent on getting you to like him

He was going crazy over you and started meeting you at your workplace during his missions, like he had to kill a man in 30 minutes but he just had to see you first

When you weren't giving in to his art of seduction, he tried a different way

He asked you out like a decent human being and you said yes, wow that was easy, right?

No, you made him work hard for your love and affection and he was obsessed with making you happy to feel loved by you and by the time San realized what was going on, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and practically drooling over you

He finally asked you to move in with him and you said yes even though you knew your family would disapprove. You went home and packed your stuff and tried to leave but your family members didn't let you leave and in an effort of saving you from inevitable destruction which was Choi San, they beat you to the point you passed out.

They texted San from your phone, pretending to be you and told him to stay away and leave you alone, that you wanted nothing to do with him.

San was confused and scared when he got that text from you and texted you back to take your time and rethink your decision.

You woke up in your room at some point during the night, unable to open one eye because it had been bruised badly. Your head was bleeding and the blood had dried on your face. You left leg hurt a lot because of you lying in an unnatural position. You didn't have your phone or anything else

You felt empty and all you wanted was to be in San's loving embrace

It was now or never

You escaped from your window and somehow managed to get to San's front door, it was almost morning

You knocked on his door and called for him

He opened the door after some time and took in your form

He was in too much rage but he had to tend to you first

A few weeks later he came home and told you that he made sure your family is now in another city far away from you and won't contact you again

A tear slipped down your face, you were free from their torment

You kissed San and thanked him

He would do anything to make you happy

Mingi

Mingi was the notorious mafia leader who has connections with the government and the dark world

He had money and fame (the good and bad kind) and all that was missing was love and you filled that void

He loved you too much and would never let anyone hurt you

People knew better

So your own family, your own blood hurting you for wanting to live with Mingi didn't sit well with him

He was distracted at work and all he could see was your face, your tear filled eyes, your bruised arm and your distraught state

He wished he had sent someone to get you from your family house sooner so you didn't have to go through the abuse

He wished you never told them about it and just moved in with him

You were in his home, resting in his bed, thinking about what had happened

Did they really didn't see any good in Mingi?

Did they really have to hit you?

Did you do the right thing?

These thoughts flooded your mind and you were just as distracted

Mingi came home in a hurry and told you to come with him

You asked him where you guys are going and he says we're going to get back at them

He took you to your house and barged right in, unannounced

Seeing Mingi in person was overwhelming and your family were scared, pleading to him to let them go

Mingi told them that he was going to kill them for hurting you and there was panic and chaos

You came to stand next to him, squeezed his hand and softly told him that you want to go home

He couldn't say no to you so he warned them that this isn't over and took you home

You talked to Mingi and convinced him to let them go because they were your family after all

He's the one who said that if the loved toy and cared for you, they wouldn't hurt you like this and family doesn't mean you have to tolerate this kind I'd behavior when you're old enough to make decisions for yourself

You kissed him and wondered why couldn't your family see the good in him

Wooyoung

It started off with you slowly telling your folks about what Wooyoung did for a living

You were smart, so you didn't tell them about his business until you moved in with him otherwise they would have disapproved

You didn't mention that he tortured people and killed them without remorse, no, you said that he works with an organization that eliminates evil people which was true in essence

Your family was having none of it

They wanted you as far away from him as possible

You loved him and he loved you but they didn't believe it

They kept you from leaving the house and since Wooyoung was away for some time on a mission he didn't know

It was only when he got home that he found out that you hadn't returned, but he didn't think much of it because you were with your family

You on the other hand were panicking not only because you were being forced to stay away from Wooyoung but also because you just found out that you were pregnant

You had to get back to him no matter what

You refused to eat or talk to your family members, only demanding to meet Wooyoung

When he didn't get any message from you he began to get suspicious

He sent someone disguised as a delivery boy over to your house to check up on you and got word that you were sick and locked in your room

He got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night and broke through the front door. He didn't care who got in his way and pushed and punched whoever protested

He got to your room and demanded that you open it

You did and jumped at him, told him you were pregnant and they were keeping you from going back to him and cried

He took you in his arms and was taking you back with him

Your father threatened to call the police and Wooyoung simply said "say hi to chief inspector Jeon from me" leaving the father shocked

You were happy to be back with your lover and were excited about the baby, the same as Wooyoung

Jongho

Probably the strongest man in the whole mafia world

Everyone feared him

He didn't have to say twice for what he wanted because people had heard how he smashed someone's skull open with his bare fists

He had asked you to move in with him and you happily said yes

But when you told your family about your decision they asked you if you were crazy

You didn't listen to them and started packing

They weren't going to let you go to some barbarian

But you weren't listening so they had to do it the hard way

Deep down you were happy to leave because your family had always been abusive and toxic

When you were asked to leave with your suitcases your father grabbed you by your arm and shoved you against the wall

"you bitch, you really think you can disobey me?"

Your mother held you by your hair and slapped you so hard your nose started bleeding

They beat you severely and you had stopped screaming at this point

You thought you were going to die when they left you like this on the kitchen floor

You don't know what got into you but you got on your feet and ran out the front door where you were stopped by Jongho waiting for you beside his car

He saw you and gently pushed you aside and went straight inside the house

He came out after almost 20 minutes, blood splattered on his face and clothes

You were already in shock from the beating that you didn't question him

He got in the car with you, held your face in his hands and said "don't worry, I called an ambulance for them, they just might be okay"

With that your heart sank but you were too shaken to feel sad for them so you just cried

Jongho took you home

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# I THINK I'VE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE | enhypen

♡ hello, and welcome to my new series, "I think I've seen this film before", based on some of my favourite (sad) songs and starring the enhypen members!

♡ I really do not have much to say about this collection of mine, except, perhaps, "beware of angst". I haven't been able to write in a while, so I sincerely hope my works will still be of someone's liking (guys, really, scream at me if something does not make any sense).

♡ if anyone would like to be added to one (or more) of taglists in the stories, please send me either a DM or an ask !

♡ the fics urls will be added on their respective titles as soon as I publish them ^^

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♡ the details of the stories are under the cut !

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NONE OF ME — lee heeseung

synopsis: Heeseung is drifting away, but the truth is that you both are. Heeseung is lost, but perhaps it was you who lost yourself first. A chasm of loneliness, a maze made out of closed doors, three thousand wrong steps that lead everything to fall under your own feet. In the end, you can say you tried, but is that really true? Yours are all nice and poetic words, but which one of you has ever really meant them? Love and fear of love in just one chapter of a story that no one will ever write: yours. Without one of you, there is none of the other. But one of you has forgotten how to find the other, and the other has forgotten how to be found.

genre/tropes: slight angst, established relationship au, break up au

pairing: non-idol!heeseung × gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: feeling lost emotionally, holding onto the other person

based on: VO!D – Hyunjun Hur

SAME OLD — park jongseong (jay)

synopsis: it's been two years since you and Jay ended your relationship. In two years, you've never crossed paths again. Since you said goodbye, you have known little or nothing about each other. You know that Jay had left for America six months after your breakup and he knows that your brother got married. Little, nothing. But now you're sitting in the corner of the coffee shop where you used to meet in the past, and his scent is too him to forget. Your eyes meet as if it's magic and so many things remain unsaid. You are still the same, just with something different from Jay in your life. Jay is still the same, just with something different from you in his life.

genre/tropes: slight angst, exes meet again au, the past comes back

pairing: non-idol!jay × gn!reader

word count: tba

warnings: tba

based on: same old – SHY Martin

WHY, WHY, WHY — sim jaeyun (jake)

synopsis: it's 12:05 in the morning when Jake almost dials your number, which he knows by heart, on the keypad of his mobile phone with the innocence of a boy who has only been out of a relationship for a few weeks. Almost, because you are no longer together. At 12:06, thoughts begin to suffocate him and keep him awake under the lights of a city that, just like him, can't sleep. He should move on, he tells himself, but why, exactly? Why didn't it work out between you? Why is what you had gone now? When he gets home, half past midnight rings, but no answer opens the door to him.

genre/tropes: slight angst, exes au, nostalgia au (?)

pairing: non-idol!jake × gn!reader

word count: tba

warnings: tba

based on: WAYO – Bang Yedam

WE SAID GOODBYE — park sunghoon

synopsis: you and Sunghoon have been together for so long that you hardly remember what it's like to be alone. You never thought that one day he would no longer be by your side and Sunghoon had no doubt that you would last forever. Yet, four months into the preparations for the wedding you had been planning for years, all the good things about your relationship die away and everything you had thought about in the past turns into a big question mark. You two have done everything a couple could have done, and it's time those beautiful times come to an end. You have loved each other, you have flown together, you both want the best and still care for each other, and now you are saying goodbye.

genre/tropes: slight angst, broken engagement au

pairing: non-idol!sunghoon × gn!reader

word count: tba

warnings: tba

based on: Didn't I – OneRepublic

COLDER — kim sunoo

synopsis: you know you love Sunoo, but he only has eyes for someone else. He only has words for her as well. It hurts to see him smiling at the girl he fell for in freshman year of high school, while your eyes moisten every time he tells you that you're his best friend. Only his best friend. And maybe it hurts more because you've known Sunoo since you were born and, in the fairy tale you thought your story was, it should have been you kissing him in front of the lit candles on his birthday cake. He likes her better. You oh-so wish you were her. The third of December seems colder to you this year.

genre/tropes: slight angst, best friends au, unrequited love au

pairing: non-idol!sunoo × gn!reader

word count: tba

warnings: tba

based on: Heather – Conan Gray

IT THAT'S HOW IT ENDS — yang jungwon

synopsis: watching him as he walks away, without looking back even once, breaks your heart in half. Yet you were the one asking him to leave. All the words you could have said to him echo in your head along with all the moments you spent together. Jungwon doesn't look back, because falling in front of you when it's always been his job to protect you is not in his dictionary. He waits until he's turned the corner of your street before taking a moment to breathe and close his eyes to chase away all the hurt he's feeling. Neither of you has shed a single tear in front of the other, but you both know that if everything has to end this way, you don't want to love anymore.

genre/tropes: slight angst, break up au, lovers to exes

pairing: non-idol!jungwon × gn!reader

word count: tba

warnings: tba

based on: The Night You Left – Ashley Kutcher

YOU, YELLOW — nishimura riki (niki)

synopsis: first love never dies. Niki filled your life with his creativity, his vitality, his desire for adventure. With his yellow. He drew you, just as you drew him. Paper, color, then paper again and color once more. Moving on always hurts a little, because growing up is for everyone, but accepting it is never easy. Fifteen years old. The first love. The first flower. The first foreign hand to hold. The first portrait. Everything was yellow and, in your memory, Niki will always be yellow too.

genre/tropes: slight angst, first love au, lovers to friends

pairing: non-idol!niki × gn!reader

word count: tba

warnings: tba

based on: Yellow – Coldplay

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Storm

Title: Storm

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader, mentions of Sam x Eileen

Characters: Dean, F!Reader, minor mentions of Sam and Eileen, unnamed OFCs

Word Count: ±2.1k

Warnings: anxiety, car accident, major injuries, angst, fluff, blink and you’ll miss it pre-smut, post 15x19, more spoilers will be in the tags.

A/N: Requested by a nonnie: “Hi sweetie, I adore your writing especially dean fics. Can I pleaaase request a flangsty one shot of dean x reader where they get into a car crash and she's the one who's badly injured?? And maybe they are stuck in a snow storm or something so help would take forever to come and dean is just trying to keep her alive? With lots of worried and gentle dean?? But I don't want her to die pleaaase 🥺🥺 thank you so much. And no pressure if you don't want to write it ❤️”

A special shout-out to @deanwinchesterswitch​ for taking time during her #BlogAppreciationBounce to beta this for me! Thanks Kym, you’re the best!

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You walk through the aisles of the grocery store, pushing the ever-growing cart in front of you. You and Dean had finally moved all of your belongings into your new home, and now you needed to stock it full of food. Dean is like a kid in a candy store, grabbing so many unnecessary items that you can only shake your head and suppress your giggles.

A thunderclap from outside makes you jump slightly; spring in Kansas, a woman just a few feet in front of you notes, you politely smile as she suggests stocking up on bottled water and canned goods. When you were living in the Bunker, severe weather wasn’t even on your radar. It was a fortress, with all sorts of magic protecting it. But now, you and Dean are living in an ordinary, run-of-the-mill house, and Kansas is smack-dab in the middle of tornado alley.

Dean meets you at the checkout counter, two pies in hand, and you give the cashier a small smile. Another thunderclap makes you jump, and Dean immediately wraps his arms around your waist, calming you, reminding you that it’s just a little rain. Thunderstorms had made you anxious ever since your family was attacked by a wendigo when you were a teenager. Every storm dredges up memories of you and your family fighting for your lives as the creature used a storm to hide in the shadows and the sounds of thunder to cover its inhuman screams.

Rain begins to fall as you load bag after bag into the trunk of Baby, empty now that Dean has retired. A large bolt of lightning strikes, brightening up the sky, making the heavy, dark clouds visible for a moment.

As Dean pulls Baby out of the parking lot, rain has begun falling; scattered droplets softly thumping on the roof of the car. You and Dean live away from town, out in the middle of nowhere, your closest neighbors being Sam and Eileen, owning the property next to yours, but their house was still being built, so for the time being, it was only you and Dean for nearly five miles. It didn’t seem like a lot of distance when you first chose the property; in fact, you originally wanted to buy both pieces of land so that you and Dean could have all 10 acres to yourselves.

Dean drives past the Gas n’ Sip, the closest business next to your home, and turns down the road that would eventually lead to your new house. The five-mile distance shouldn’t seem like a lot, but now, as the rainfall becomes heavier, you wished you’d chosen a home closer to town.

The thick, heavy rain makes it almost impossible for you to see anything more than a few feet in front of you. You take a long, calming breath, trying to keep your nerves intact as lightning strikes again in the distance. Dean notices your nerves starting to get the better of you and reaches over to give your knee a reassuring squeeze before bringing the car to a stop.

“You wanna wait out the rain?” He asks, taking your sweaty palm into his own.

“Food’ll spoil,” you counter, trying to cover your growing nerves.

“S'just food, sweetheart,” Dean unbuckles himself and slides closer before reaching over to do the same to you. “We can get more tomorrow.”

Dean wraps his arm around your shoulders as the storm seems to grow even stronger. He places a gentle kiss on your lips and reaches to the back seat, grabbing a blanket to cover you both. Under the worn blanket, Dean’s hand rubs up and down your thigh, inching closer to your covered core. This wouldn’t be the first time that Dean’s tried to get frisky in the Impala; hell, not even the third or fourth but with your anxiety running on high, the last thing you want is to fool around.

You don’t have to say anything, just gently intertwining your fingers with his and he seems to get the message. You curl up against him, basking in his familiar warmth and smell, praying that the storm would soon be over. Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as the wind howls with enough force to cause the Impala to rock slightly on the road.

After you’ve calmed, Dean suggests heading on home. You nod slightly, wanting nothing more than to crawl into the comfort of your bed. He slides back over before shifting the car into gear and slowly starts accelerating.

Pain. Cold. Wet.

Steam rises from Baby’s engine, and thunder claps again. The last thing you remember is a horn honking and Dean slamming on the brakes before everything went dark. Your body lies limp on the hood of the car, glass shards from the windshield surrounding you.

The Impala’s front end is crushed, and the heat from the engine warms you as you try to piece together what happened. You can hardly focus on anything; there’s another car a few yards away; it must be the one you collided with. You try to move your body, but it’s then you realize that you can’t feel anything below your waist. You groan as you desperately try to move, hoping that you can will yourself onto your feet and find Dean. You can barely make out a low moan through the sound of the rain hitting the metal. You want to turn, but you can't; pain radiates throughout your body, at least the parts you can still feel. You try to call out to Dean, to anyone for help, but you can't find the words to do so. Your brain and mouth aren't connecting, and the only sounds that you manage to make are whimpers of pain.

A figure appears in the rain, cursing as he seems to take in your broken figure; he's almost yelling at what you can only assume is some 911 dispatcher.

"Shit.. one of the passengers…conscious? The driver? I'll try…"

The man appears at your side, and you can still see the phone attached to his ear.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" He asks cautiously, you want to nod, but you're too afraid to move your head, afraid that you could accidentally hurt yourself further. "Her eyes are open; she's breathing," the man relays into the phone. "Uh.. ragged. There's blood… Ma'am? I'll try that. Blink if you can hear me."

You slowly but deliberately blink your eyes. The man breathes out a sigh of relief.

"Y/N!" Dean's voice comes from through the broken windshield. The man hurries away from you and towards Dean. You can only make out the muffled noises as the man tries to convince Dean to stay inside Baby, but you know he won’t; he’s too stubborn to listen to anyone.

The rain begins to let up, and the man tells Dean that an ambulance is on the way. The sound of Dean’s boots on the wet concrete put you at ease, knowing that he’s, at the very least, in better shape than you are. You count the strides that Dean takes before he’s beside you, frowning slightly at the large gash on his forehead. Dean’s eyes rake over your body, and you know something is going on that neither man is telling you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean’s hand gently cups your cheek, and you know that he’s trying to keep his voice steady. “Help’s comin’ baby, okay? You’re gonna be okay, y’hear me?”

You try to mumble a response, but the words still don’t form. The rain is now nothing more than a sprinkle, clouds shifting to reveal the night sky. Numbness has taken over the rest of your body as Dean keeps his eyes focused on you, assuring you over and over again that you're going to be okay. Off in the distance, you can hear a siren, and Dean squeezes your hand tightly as he tells the man to grab two flares from the trunk.

“Help’s almost here, Y/N.”

“De,” you barely manage to mumble out, “’m tired.”

“I know, baby.” Dean looks relieved at the sound of your voice. “Gotta stay awake, Y/N, please. Y’can’t go to sleep, baby, not until help gets here. Promise me you’ll stay awake.”

“Love you,” you murmur as your eyes close, and every breath becomes more difficult to take.

“Y/N, baby, I need you to open your eyes,” Dean begs as the siren grows closer. “Please, honey, just a coupla minutes. Please Y/N, you have to fight for just a little while longer; lemme see those pretty eyes, baby.”

With all the energy you can muster, you slowly open your eyes, focusing on Dean as he breathes out a sigh of relief. His face is wet; whether it's from the rain or fallen tears, you can’t be sure. Dean offers you a pained smile before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Red and blue lights illuminate the sky, and a handful of overlapping voices fill the air. A paramedic replaces Dean, who refuses to leave your side until a firefighter drags him away. Your vision blurs as the new person begins quickly examining you while another puts a brace around your neck. A team of paramedics turns you over, and slides a board under you before lifting you off the hood of the Impala and putting you onto a stretcher. You can barely register what’s happening around you, and you want to cry out as they load you into the ambulance.

The collar around your neck keeps your head facing up, and you try desperately to look for Dean. Your eyes frantically search from side to side before Dean comes into view. He reaches forward, and you feel the familiar calloused hands rubbing against yours. Voices are flying, asking Dean question after question; is she allergic to any medications? Did she lose consciousness? Any prior existing conditions? Blood type?

Your hearing becomes muffled and your vision becomes tunneled as Dean struggles to answer each question.

“She’s seizing!”

A steadily beeping heart monitor awakens you. There’s a tube down your throat and you’ve seen enough Dr. Sexy to know it’s a breathing tube. You cough as you try to breathe and the heart monitor’s beeping becomes more rapid. A nurse is in the room quickly, telling you to keep calm before calling someone else in to help remove the tube. She orders you to cough again and again until the tube is out.

“D’n?” Your throat sore and raspy from the tube being down your throat for who knows how long. “‘Ere’s D’n?”

“He’s gone home, Y/N,” the nurse, Rebecca, tells you calmly. “Visiting hours ended a while ago. We’ll call him as soon as we get you a work-up.”

“S’okay?” You hate that your brain and mouth aren’t working together, and you can only speak in half-formed words. Rebecca nods, smiling as she takes your vitals and calls for an orderly. “How l’ng out?” You struggle to ask, but she seems to understand your question.

“Six months.”

Hours later, you’ve been poked and prodded by too many doctors to keep count of. Words may take a few days, but you’ll get them back, a neurologist assures you, just keep practicing.

By the time they’ve returned you to your room, Dean is there, eyes glistening as Rebecca wheels you in. You want to stand up to meet him, but your limbs, like the rest of your body, don’t want to cooperate with you. Dean crouches down to meet you, the skin on his forehead slightly red from where you remember seeing the gash. He leans forward and presses a kiss on your lips.

“Missed you, sweetheart.”

Dean and an orderly help you back into bed, and he takes a seat in the chair next to you, taking you by the hand and rubbing the back of your palm gently. A team of doctors explains everything to you and Dean—that you’ll have a long road of recovery, you’ll need physical therapy for your limbs, you’ll most likely need a speech pathologist, but with hard work, you’ll be back to your old self in a matter of time.

“You’re very lucky, Y/N,” one of the many doctors says as the others clear out of your room. You let out a scoff, you’ve been in a coma for six months, and you’re lucky?

“Honestly, I’d call it a miracle,” he remarks before leaving, and for a moment, you swear his eyes flash red.

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aquarium | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You thought you and Jeon Jungkook would be last forever, but you had to read the ending yourself, in the form of typed words. When it arrived, you went to the blue sea. The grey sky would come and the black storm would appear.

warnings: cheating in established relationship; (very sad) angst; language; ambiguous ending; non-idol!AU; video game streamer!Jungkook x reader; ft. kind garden-loving landlord!Taehyung

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now playing – trauma (aquarium) by ONEWE

this place has been transformed into something unknown i’m trapped alone in an aquarium

You could see the ending.

At first it was the little things. He held your hand a little less, stood a little further from you when you two walked side by side. Stared at his phone a lot.  Didn’t share his snacks as often. Spent all his time on his computer, streaming video games for longer and longer hours.

You had nothing to say. It was his job, after all.

You made his meals, washed his dishes. Changed his water bottles, gave him a kiss for the camera. Felt a little part of you die inside each time you went to bed alone, only to hear him slip under the blankets, hours after you. You went to work for longer and longer hours. There was no reason to go home. He ordered take-out for dinner every night.

Being Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend was supposed to be fun.

And it was fun, at first. At first, he spent all this time with you. At first, he was always with you, by your side. He only streamed a little back then. It was a slow, gradual growth, and, like all parasites, it took over every aspect of your life. From your nights, to your days, to your time – making meals, cleaning up after him, doing all the laundry.

You could tolerate it. He made a lot of money. He was having fun. He was smiling. You would do anything for Jeon Jungkook. He dragged you into his sea and you swam in it happily. Until you realized you were stuck and alone, glass walls all around you, keeping you away from him. Seeing him, and yet not being able to touch him, kept away from his heart.

Caught in an aquarium.

He would give you kisses and tell you he wanted to get married.

He would say he loved you, but it was all a lie.

You weren’t in his Instagram photos. You weren’t part of his Twitter bio anymore. You weren’t listed in his phone with a little purple heart next to your name. Even that, you wouldn’t mind. He told you he didn’t want you to get harassed by trolls. He told you that he wasn’t ashamed of you, that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

But.

Then again.

He told every girl in his DMs that.

You stared at them that faithful night, unable to sleep, reading them all. Jungkook was asleep beside you, snoring away, and you read every single one. The WhatsApp messages were worse. They were so much worse. More sexual, detailing what he wanted to do to other people. Not you. Not you, the love of his life. Not you, the one by his side.

You knew how to backtrack and retrace your steps. Make it seem like you were never there. Placed his phone on his side of the bed and went to sleep. He held you that night. Turned around in his sleep and wrapped his arms around you.

Inside, you drowned.

When he told you that he was going to a gaming convention, he was very excited. Grinning his beautiful grin, snacking on shrimp chips as you washed the dishes. It was only the weekend, only two days. He wasn’t going to go for the Friday or Monday, so he could spend time with you.

“I would totally invite you, but you said you have to work that weekend.”

You said apologetically. “I know. I’m sorry. But I have to be there for my co-workers.”

He frowned and nudged you. “You work too much. You know you don’t have to. We can just live off my streaming money. I can buy you nice things.”

“I would feel bad for leaving them. I’ve worked at that office for seven years.”

He smirked, elbowing you a little. “Cheating on me with all the cute guys?”

You carefully wiped down the glass, placing it back in the cabinet, smile plastered to your face.

“No guy is cuter than you, Jungkook.”

That was the weekend you left.

You went to work, confirmed your month-long vacation of all the hours you’ve collected over the years, and packed every belonging you owned in that apartment. To be honest, there wasn’t very much. Anything Jungkook had ever bought you, you left behind.

There was no reason to hold onto it.

For a long moment, you stared at the photos, the stack of photos of you and him. Your smile, his smile, the places you’ve been, the things you’ve seen with him. Then you placed them on the bed, scattering them, spreading them all over the blankets.

You left it like that.

-

You went to the ocean.

You dropped the boxes at a storage unit in the city. Took only a carry-on bag of clothes and took a train to the coast. You left your phone in the storage unit too, telling your parents you were going on vacation to the sea. Didn’t say where, only mentioned you wanted to unplug, unwind, disconnect.

Disconnect.

The cottage you rented was cared for by a nice young man with dark brown hair and tan skin. He said it was his parents’ and that he was renting it out for them. If you needed anything, you could contact him and he wouldn’t hesitate to help. He had a bright, boxy smile and a cheerful tone. You thanked him for being so considerate.

You sat on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling over the side.

Your pink flats were right beside you, and your arms were resting on the wooden fence. The ocean breeze was strong here, salty and cold. You were in a long-sleeved white dress that was going to get dirt and grass stains on it, but that sort of thing didn’t matter now.

Clothes could be replaced.

The garden rock in your hand spun round and round, dancing between your deft fingers. Your left hand. The hand that held his when you two walked side by side, fitting in his right covered in small tattoos. He had a king’s crown tattoo on his ring finger and asked you if you would get a queen’s crown tattoo someday. It didn’t have to be on your hand. Anywhere was fine. 

You looked at your left hand then, the hand that was holding his, and then it didn’t.

And then it didn’t.

You stared down into the crashing waves and jagged rocks under you. It was cold here. How far down was that? White forth slammed against eroding stone. Even mountains weren’t forever. Even something as solid as rock could be ground down into nothing with water.

Your eyes shifted to the shimmering sea, the endless blue, sun reflecting harshly off it. It didn’t matter how beautiful the water was or how many extraordinary creatures were under the surface. The deep sea hid all the worst creatures, all the terrible monsters. Not even science could go that far and discover all those horrors.

You pulled your arm back and threw the rock as far as you could. You couldn’t even see where it landed. The seawater was too rough and wild.

“Why would you throw my garden stone into the ocean?”

You started, turning around sharply to the heavy, baritone voice of your landlord. He was wearing a white sunhat, a beige shirt and pants, clutching a pair of dirty and worn brown gardening gloves. He frowned at you, staring into the ocean.

“What did my rock ever do to you?”

You looked back to the choppy waves and then faced him again, ashamed.

“Well, come. You will have to help with the garden to repay for that. I’m harvesting winter squash.”

-

“You can cook.”

You nodded to Kim Taehyung, the young man who was caring for the sea cottage. He was tasting some of your winter squash and fresh bamboo combination after he asked if you could do something with the two. You had added garlic, ginger, and made a light white sauce as you sautéed it all together.

“I got this bamboo from a friend who lives in the mountains. I can’t cook very well though. Can you?”

You two ate in steady silence, listening to the sounds of nature and waves crashing into shore. He had made rice while you cooked the vegetables.

“The only thing I can make, really,” he had chuckled.

You chewed, listening to Taehyung mix the leftover sauce with the rice and slurp it up.

“The world is quiet here,” you said softly.

He nodded; mouth full. His brown eyes shifted to the overhanging cliff as he swallowed.

“It is.”

-

You tended the garden with him.

You hadn’t even realized all the greenery around the cottage was a giant garden. To you, they were just pretty plants. Taehyung taught you all about the plants, which ones he was growing, which ones the season was already over, which ones he was trying to grow next season. Some were flower bushes he was trying to learn, but you learned that they were finnicky and not as hardy as the vegetables.

“I don’t even like vegetables that much,” he laughed, rich, full, heedless. “But they’re easy to care for, so they make me the happiest.”

He had tried fruits, but the wild animals always got to them despite his best efforts.

“I must share with nature, I suppose.”

Sometimes, you missed the internet. You missed the distractions, the games you played, the ability to like random thoughts on someone’s Twitter. In those times, you would stare at the never-ending blue ocean and then Taehyung would tap you with the rake and tell you that you needed to help him loosen the soil.

“We need all of nature’s nutrients.”

-

You stared out to the blue ocean, wearing a large straw hat and a navy dress. You weren’t at the cliff this time, but farther back. The breeze was softer at this moment. Taehyung had given you the hat a while ago, telling you it was better than the white scarf you wore around your hair. It did provide better sun protection for your face.

The cobalt sea was violent today, sky grey and dark. Taehyung told you it might rain, so the garden could be skipped today.

You held your hat and looked up.

“Me too, sky. Me too,” you murmured quietly.

You wondered when the feeling would disappear. It would probably be gradual, silently vanishing as each day was replaced, memories fading into the vast abyss of thoughts, mixing with fantasy so that you wouldn’t be able to know the difference between what was real and what was fake. That’s why eyewitness accounts were never trustworthy.

That’s how all memories were.

You let go of your hat for only a second. It flew off your head and you spun around, surprised at the strong ocean breeze.

Taehyung caught it with one hand, standing a few meters behind you.

Your lips parted at how easily he was able to catch it. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and brown pants with his usual brown gardening boots. He smiled, walking up to you and putting the straw hat back on your head.

“I warned you that you might lose it if you stand too close to the ocean.”

You hand came up and brushed against his fingers as he retreated his. He looked away quickly, into the stormy blue sea threatened by grey clouds.

“What have you lost to be looking so sad?” Taehyung asked gently.

You followed his gaze.

“Memories.” The water churned, smacking against the cliffside. “A whole book of them.”

“What do you mean?”

You turned back to Taehyung, who was now watching you curiously. You held onto your straw hat, not wanting it to blow away again.

“I left all the photos, so I wouldn’t have to see them again.” You sighed. “Pictures of moments, years etched out visually. I was going to make a memories photo book when we got married.”

You looked back to the ocean, seeing the sky darken ever more.

“And now we won’t.”

There was a loud clap of thunder. Your eyes searched for the lightning.

And then your name, shouted across the grass, harsh and angry like the thunder.

At first, you didn’t hear it. You were distracted by the sky, waiting for the rain. But Taehyung snapped his head around, startled. You noticed his movement and turned around too. A figure in black jumped over the fence, yelling your name on the top of his lungs.

The glass walls came up inside you, trying to protect you from the stumbling, turbulent sea that was Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung frowned. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook spat, glaring at him and his yellow raincoat. He called you again, sharply, stomping over. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? When I came home from the convention and you were just gone? No note, nothing, only to find you running off with some random guy!”

The thunder sounded again, but there was no lightning yet.

“I called everyone! Your work, your friends, your family, your phone! You wouldn’t even answer your fucking phone. I had to find out from your work that you were on vacation,” Jungkook hissed, glaring at you. “Vacation from our relationship that is, fucking cheating on me.”

Taehyung glared back. “Dude, it’s not like that at all. I’m just the landlord of the cottage she rented–”

“Shut up. I’m not talking to you.”

You stared at Jungkook, his dark brows and wild black hair, so angry at you that he was cursing. The irony was not lost on you. You held onto the straw hat.

“Is that all it was?” you said quietly. “You were upset that I would find affection in someone else?”

“Of course, I was! You’re the love of my life!”

You smiled gently. “Is that what you tell them all?” Your navy dress fluttered in the harsh ocean breeze.

Jungkook scowled. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

You looked down to your pink flats, dirty and grass-stained now from running around the cottage garden. Taehyung had teased you, telling you they weren’t good gardening shoes, but you hadn’t brought any other shoes with you. Everything else Jungkook had bought you, with his money.

“Even now, you pretend, Jungkook.” Your hair tangled in the wind, salty and tousled from the sea. You looked back up at him and his expression was changing now. “I remember asking you once, should you comment like that on other people’s Instagram posts?” The thunder was louder now, sky ripping apart with flashing light. “You said, everyone is like that. It’s part of the business.” The color was draining out of Jungkook’s face. “Were the DMs only for show too? What about the WhatsApp messages? The things you wanted to do to them? The ones you wanted to shove your dick into?”

“That’s fucked up,” Taehyung muttered next to you.

“That… That wasn’t…” Jungkook struggled for words. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You nodded. You felt it first, the fat drop on the hand holding your hat.

“I know you didn’t. Everything was for fun. Everything.”

Smile plastered to your face, because what could you do now?

“Even me. Even I was for fun.”

You inhaled a deep breath. You had cried for many nights when you crawled into that unfamiliar bed upstairs. For hours, long after Taehyung was gone. Drowning in your own endless sea, filling your glass aquarium. Cried yourself out, and now you let the sea cry for you when you watched it every day, while you worked on the garden with Taehyung.

The rain began to fall.

You looked back to Jungkook, torn, guilty, exposed.

“You should come in and wait for the rain to subside before going home. Your viewers will miss you.”

Taehyung pulled his hood over his head. “Do you want me to stay?” he asked you, voice sharp. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The way he said it implied in more ways than just physical pain. But it was a little late for that.

“I think I will be okay, Taehyung,” you said, water seeping through your hat, rain drenching your dress., turning you into a soaked doll. “Nature has taught me to keep growing.”

He bit his lip, still frowning, but bowed. “Alright.”

And then you watched him go, back to his car, hurrying along. You went in the opposite direction, to the cottage. You had one more week in your hideaway. Rainwater seeped into your flats as you stepped into the grass, soaking your feet. But somehow, it was nice. It was nice to feel the sky cry on you, because then you didn’t have to. You made your way to the covered porch, wringing out your dress the best you could. Took off your hat, opened the door.

Heard heavy black boots in your wake.

“You… left all the pictures.”

The choked, sorrowful voice of Jeon Jungkook behind you.

“I did.”

You stepped inside the cottage. Placed your hat on the hook, dripping wet. Stepped out of your drenched pink flats. Didn’t wait for him. Just went upstairs to the bathroom, trailing rainwater, locking the door behind you. You turned on the water, plugging the drain. Ran a bath and sank into your own hot aquarium.

You heard the heavy fall against the door. Your name, softly spoken through the door.

“I’m sorry.”

You sank further into the water.

“No apology will ever fix what you have done to me.”

The water was cloudy and milky with whatever bath salts Taehyung had provided with the other personal goods.

“I can prove it to you.”

You felt the tears come now, the anger, the sadness. You submerged your head underwater, blocking out all the sound, blocking out your own thoughts. Your hair floated around you, washing out the salt of the blue sea. You waited, waited until your lungs screamed, and still you waited until your vision was fading to grey before you resurfaced, taking a shuddering breath, surprisingly calm.

“The trauma has already spread, Jungkook.”

You heard a slight sob at the tone you used to say his name, cold and unfeeling.

“I really didn’t mean it, I swear.”

You took a deep breath and dove into your man-made aquarium once again.

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part ii

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masterpost

extended playlist blue & grey by BTS 기억 세탁소 (eraser) by ONEWE 기억 속 한 권의 책 (a book in memory) by ONEWE

[storiesforallfandoms]

we’re too stupid ~ the vlog squad

word count: 1885

request?: yes!

@iawaythrown​  “May I ask for a vlog squad x popular youtube reader

The reader has their own very popular youtube channel/podcast like a scientific/space podcast. (Like a Vsauce\GameTheory channel) The vlog squad and the reader fan base (somehow) always wants them to collab. One day David says "It won't happen because the reader probably doesn't like us." This ends up getting everyone on the podcast.”

description: when their favorite youtubers show interest in being on their podcast, they jump at the chance to invite them on

pairing: vlog squad x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“You know what I’ve been listening to a lot lately?” Scotty asked David on the newest vlog David had uploaded. You were watching the vlog on your TV while you prepared to upload the newest episode of your podcast. You had a drink half raised to your lips when Scott responded to his own question, “The Spaced Out podcast.”

Your drink nearly slipped from your hand at the mention of your podcast. You were sure you had imagined it, so you went back and repeated the part just to be sure. The name of your podcast slipped from Scott’s lips again and you had to pause the video to scream with excitement.

When you placed the video again, David spoke next. “Oh wait, is that the one about space and shit? You played it for me before.”

“Yeah! Man, it’s so interesting. I could honestly listen to the host talk about space all day,” Scott said.

“He keeps bringing it up during the Scottcast, too,” Jeff commented. “I’m starting to think he’d rather co-host that podcast instead of our own.”

“Man, I’d love to be on that podcast!”

You could hardly contain your excitement. Your favorite YouTubers knew who you were?! They knew your podcast?! You had to be dreaming, you were sure of it.

“There’s no way they’d ever have us on the podcast,” David was saying. “We’re too stupid and immature, they’d probably hate us.”

“Speak for yourself!” Zane, dressed in some weird costume for a bit, called, causing the boys to laugh together.

This gave you an idea. You put your laptop aside and opened Instagram on your phone. You searched the name “David Dobrik” and went to his DMs.

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A week later, your podcasting room was filled with 11 extra people than there normally was. The room was only small with a handful of seats, so a lot of your guests were squeezed in together or basically sat on one another. No one seemed to mind, though. Every single person in the room was super excited to be there.

“What’s up all my space geeks? Welcome back to another episode of The Spaced Out podcast, the podcast where we discuss super nerdy space things,” you started with your usual intro. “Today’s episode is a little different, though, as today I am joined by not one, not two, not even three, but eleven special guests. You heard me right, eleven. Special guests, wanna say hi?”

All eleven of your guests rang out with a chorus of, “Hello!”s at the one time, making it all come out as just a shouting mess. You laughed and waved a hand to silence them.

“In case you had trouble understanding what they were saying,” you said, “my guests today are David, Scotty, Toddy, Zane, Erin, Carly, Natalie, Heath, Mariah, Corinna, and Jeff, better known as a large chunk of YouTube’s biggest vlogging group: The Vlog Squad!”

The Vlog Squad cheered at their introduction as you just clapped your hands.

“Can I just say,” Heath said once the noise started to die down, “that I am impressed with how fast you said our names and how easy it was. You didn’t even stutter once.”

“I’ll be honest, when David told me exactly who was coming I prepared myself for this,” you admitted. “I’ve never had so many guests on the show before. Actually, I don’t know if I’ve ever had any guests at all. I don’t really know anyone in my real life that’s as interested in space and science as I am.”

“To be fair, none of us are, either,” Jeff joked, causing the room to laugh.

“Yeah, you picked the wrong people to be on your podcast,” Corinna added.

“You don’t have to have any sort of interest to be on the podcast, really. As long as you don’t mind me talking about my nerdy space obsession every now and then anyone is welcome on the podcast.”

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure everyone else could hear it. You were shocked that you were managing to remain so calm in that moment. Your favorite YouTubers were sitting right there in front of you, being guests on your podcast, and somehow you were acting as though they were just friends that you had convinced to come on the podcast.

“Is there any cool space facts you can share with us to get the ball rolling?” David asked.

“Dude, I’ve made over 300 episodes of this podcast that is literally all about space, you gotta narrow down your parameters there,” you told him.

“What’s your favorite space fact then?”

You thought for a moment, going through all the little facts you had in your mind. There was so much you could share with them that you really didn’t know where to start.

“Okay,” you said finally, “I have one. I think David will like this cause we all know he’s made of money: there is a planet that is called 55 Cancri e. It is over twice the size of Earth and it is potentially made of diamonds.”

They all gasped and made comments of astonishment at the same time at this.

“Like, literally made of diamonds?” Corinna asked.

“It’s hard to know for sure. It’s roughly 41 lightyears away so it’s not exactly easy to reach, but they think it’s made of graphite and diamonds,” you explained. “My favorite fact, and one that’s a little scary, is that it’s actually completely silent in space. Like not a single sound, because atmospheres around planets are what contain the soundwaves to make noise.”

“I told you,” David said, turning to face Scott. “We’re too stupid to be on this podcast.”

You all laughed together. “You guys aren’t stupid! I was just fascinated with space as a child and my parents let me feed into that fascination. They always bought me books about space and brought me to visit certain space centers. I was that kid that always said she was gonna grow up and be an astronaut. Instead, I just talk about them on the internet.”

Everything was going so well. You were getting to know your guests and they kept urging you to tell them facts and stories about space. You knew a lot of what you were telling them you had talked about on the podcast before, so devoted listeners probably wouldn’t be too interested in a lot of what you had to say in that episode, but you didn’t mind too much. You just loved to see the looks of astonishment on everyone’s faces as you continued to tell them fact after fact.

When you came to a segment you did in the podcast in which you would read messages from fans, you decided to your guests choose which messages to read and respond to. David took the tablet you used for this first and read through the thousands of messages you received between uploading your most recent episode and recording the current one.

“Are you going to talk about the new 4K pictures of Mars?” he read.

“Oh my God, yes!” you responded. “That will be next episode. I haven’t looked at them all yet because I wanna have a live reaction to them, but I did see one picture and it looks absolutely stunning.”

“It blew my mind how it just looked like a desert here,” Carly commented. “Mars is a lot more like Earth than we think. Sucks that we’ll never be able to live there or anything.”

“I don’t think we’ll never be able to live there, but I don’t think it’ll happen in our lifetimes,” you commented. “But that’s a whole other thing, let’s move on from that.”

“What has been your favorite space related story of the past year?” Natalie read the message she had picked.

“I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but it’s definitely one that I was very interested in reading: a star just vanished in 2020,” you responded. “Apparently that’s something that can just happen, stars can just suddenly disappear and no one knows where they went. This star from the Kinman dwarf galaxy that shined almost brighter than the sun just vanished between 2011 and 2020, and they have no explanation for it. That story stuck with me the most cause I just find it funny that a star that bright just vanished and no one can figure out where it went.”

They continued reading you messages for a while before passing your tablet back to you.

“While I wish I could sit here with you guys and talk about space and your vlogs forever, unfortunately we are running out of time,” you said. “I want to thank the Vlog Squad again for joining me on this episode, and I hope I didn’t bore you guys to death with my stories and facts.”

“Not at all!” David spoke. “I can’t speak for everyone, but I really enjoyed myself. Listening to you talk was really interesting.”

The rest of the group agreed. You tried not to blush from all their kind words.

“I always wanna thank our sponsors again. As always I appreciate them supporting my show, and of course I want you guys, the listeners. Your constant support for the show means so much to me. If you wanna hear more fun facts about space that you’ll never use in live, follow me on my social media. If you’re not already following the podcast, follow the podcast! I upload episodes every Friday, and if you want to be involved in the show be sure to send me your space related messages and maybe I’ll read them out on the next episode. Have a good weekend, little space geek out!”

You ended the recording and the group almost cheered for you. You smiled and stood to thank them again for coming on the show. You were shocked when Corinna pulled you into a hug, which caused the rest of the group to hug you one by one.

“This was the most fun I think I’ve ever had,” Erin commented. “Would you be open to having more guests on the show? I’d love to come back and to just listen to you talk for a full hour.”

The rest of the squad agreed. You really didn’t think you could feel any more excited or on cloud nine, but they kept surprising you.

“I would definitely be open to having guests again,” you replied. “If you guys ever wanna be on the show again, just send me a DM. I’d love to have you!”

“We’d love to have you on the vlogs sometime, too, if you’d be open for that,” David told you.

There they go again, making you feel like you had passed cloud nine and now were on a completely different planet with excitement.

“Y-Yeah!” you managed. “Of course, I’d love that!”

After some more small talk, you showed the group out and thanked them again for coming. Once you were sure they were gone and unable to see you, you began jumping for joy and exclaiming with excitement. You couldn’t believe it! You had just hosted a podcast with your favorite people, and they asked you to join them for filming sometime?!

“This is the best day of my life!”

[blametheeditor]

DnD Backstories: meet Fritz and David

Warnings: people being treated as lesser beings. Attempting to steal.

Run Down: how a cleric became loyal to the God of Favors

Don’t worry, the DM has approved everything

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There’s only a few times Fritz has wished his hair and fair skin didn’t make him stick out like a sore thumb while hiding in the shadows. And the angry inn keeper reaching for a weapon to chase him out into the frozen night makes this one of them.

“M-Ma'am, I’m sorry!”

The halfling yelps as he leaps back from the broom threatening to toss him across the room. Something he’s rather dreading. If he was well rested and fed, escaping from the well-deserved rage from trying to take already thin rations is usually easy. Enjoyable, even, considering the only time he’s ever tried to steal was in his own kitchen, not wanting to wait for permission to eat a cookie his mom only just finished cooking.

“Out!” the woman roars, growling as he dodges another swipe.

Well, ‘dodges’. More like trips from his energy running low and not noticing his ripped cape got caught underfoot.

Fritz scrambles to his feet, sprinting out from behind the counter, heart in his throat at the thought he’s going to die. If not by her hand if she decides to chase him down in order to be properly executed, then by the fierce blizzard waiting patiently to offer a snow filled grave. This was the only building he saw after walking for miles. He was actually lucky to find a place filled with fire-lit hearths right as the gales strong enough to throw him off his feet started up.

Of course, he got greedy. A half-dead halfling can hide effortlessly if he’s only sitting in one spot. But if that same halfling attempted to sneak past a human of all people, he sealed his own fate.

It’s just snow. At least the few hours he had had surrounded by warmth and the smell of food reminded him of-

“OOF!”

Fritz falls onto his back after running into a support beam, the breath knocked out of him. But he can’t lie here forever. The woman, she was upset, he needs to run. Where did this beam come from, anyway?

“Now where is a little thing like you running off to?”

His blood runs cold as the wooden beam starts speaking in common. Fixes amused hazel eyes on a thieving halfling that just ran at full speed straight into him. Finally registers as a human smirking down at what must be quite the sight.

Before an apology can be spouted, an angered huff sends Fritz skittering behind the man. Meaning he just keeps digging his own grave.

“It was running from me,” has him flinching. “I apologize for getting you caught up in the mess, Mr. Harrison, but I can take it from here.”

He should run. Why isn’t he running?

The halfling stares with wide eyes as a hand that effortlessly covers the flaming red hair suddenly ruffles the unruly tufts, unable to move away from the calming action. “What happened?”

“It’s a thief. Tried to take a whole meal right from under my nose!”

Fritz chances a glance up at the man he might consider a building, a bit disbelieving someone who’s radiating respect and authority isn’t trying to shake him off. Maybe even chase him out of the inn himself. Anyone being told someone tried to steal would immediately side with the poor woman who hasn’t done anything to deserve it.

His gaze is caught, and nothing but a thoughtful look is given. Not even a hint of disdain.

The man, Mr. Harrison, removes his hand to straighten the tie adorning a suit he’s only seen royal merchants wear, and he should really start running...

“I’m assuming winter coming early meant you couldn’t stalk up properly.” A few coins are placed on top of the counter. “I’m also assuming halflings aren’t the most prepared of folk.”

More along the lines of a teenager never expecting to lose his mother the way he did.

“I’ll pay for the meal he stole, along with two more. I’ll also be renting a room for a week in which he’ll be staying.”

He, as in-

Fritz’s head snaps up from its tired hang as he processes what’s being discussed above him. He’s too close to the counter to see the woman’s expression, but the sound of money being accepted says his inexcusable actions have been forgiven. Not only that, but a room has been purchased. For Fritz.

“Come along.”

The halfling doesn’t hesitate to dart after the generous man striding away. “Th-Thank you, sir! And I wanted to apologize for running into you!”

“It’s appreciated,” Mr. Harrison grins. “You’re well under half my size, though. Nothing’s been torn, so no harm’s done.”

Fritz shakes his head, wincing when the action makes the world spin. “I feel like there has been. If I didn’t run into you, you wouldn’t have paid for my mistake. I-I want to repay you!”

His benefactor suddenly stops beside a door, making him skip passed on accident before racing back to stand beside the person he owes his life to. Keeping him safe. Giving him a warm and sheltered room to hide from the blizzard if only for a week.

“That’s the first time someone hasn’t waited to offer repayment,” Mr. Harrison muses. The door swings open and Fritz allows a yelp as he’s suddenly swept up in order to be set on the bed. “What’s your name?”

“Fritz Nobleroot!”

The man frowns, shaking his head. “Fritz I can work with. Your last name is far from professional, however.”

Fritz is only half listening. He understands he’s being given a chance to redeem himself, but his mind can only think about how soft the bed is. How long it’s been since he’s slept. How it’s been over a month since he’s really felt safe. Wanted.

“Go to sleep,” has him obediently flopping against the pillow as soft as down. “I have business to attend to. Just follow the instructions.”

Instructions. He can follow instructions...

He’s asleep, unaware of two plates of warm food being set on the table for when he wakes up. Nothing but an unknown force subconsciously pulling him to the clothes and letter left beside it for him to protect with his life.

David strides out of the room without bothering to lock it again, smiling at the thought of how perfect everything’s come together. The inn keeper he’s been trying to make a deal with is finally willing, and it’s all thanks to the creature slumbering away. Who knew acting protective over something would finally break her resolve.

A smile appears at the thought of how much he can do with such an innocent thing in his pocket. A halfling, of all things, despite dealing with thousands of humans, elves, and dwarves.

Maybe he should stop ignoring the smallest of races...

[darthkruge]

Can we have some dad ani x mom reader where leia goes to her first date with han and Anakin is so overprotective till the reader talks some sense in him?

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Family

Summary: Anakin goes into Dad Mode when Leia is going on her first date with Han and the Reader helps him realize he’s being a tad overprotective. 

Warnings: Slight language, Anakin being overprotective, Reader being amused by Anakin’s antics, the usual (by that I mean fluff)

Words: 1.4k

A/N: Omg of course! I love Dadakin and so yes I think yes <3. I know you asked for mom!reader but I tried to keep it gender neutral, I hope that’s okay! Also I really thought I’d mess this up horribly but I’m kind of… happy with it?? Shocking, I know. Also I’m sad because mans deserved a family smh. I didn’t know what to title this for the life of me but it’s okay.

gif credit (x) (he looks so freaking pretty i cannot cope)

“Nope, not happening!” Anakin said, pacing around your Coruscant apartment.

“Dad, please!”

“No!” 

Leia groaned, looking to you for help. “Please tell him he’s being ridiculous!”

You nodded towards your daughter knowingly. “Anakin, come on, she’s old enough, it’s fine!”

“Y/N, no! Have you seen the guy? He looks like he’d… I don’t know… leave his fingernail clippings in the bathroom or something! Or not tip after going out to dinner because he had to keep his singles ready for the strip club!”

You snorted at your husband's comments, watching him walk a hole into your floor as your daughter helplessly ran her fingers through her hair.

“You can’t just make the decisions for me! You’re supposed to trust me! I like him, I have good judgment. This isn’t fair and you know it!” Leia’s anger was palpable as she spoke, her words sharp. 

Anakin’s eyes softened. “Look, Leia, I know you like him. But I know guys like him, he’s bad news. You’re not going.”

Leia looked like she was about to scream so you decided this was a good time to intervene. “Ani, come talk to me in the kitchen please?” You said, basically dragging him by the arm. 

“Y/N, come on. Are you seriously considering letting her go out with him?”

“Yeah! I am! Anakin, we can’t protect the kids forever! Listen, I’ve seen him interact with her, he’s different. He’s kinder, sweeter. I don’t know, I just think we should let her do this.”

“But he’s a notorious asshole!”

You conceded. “I’ve heard. But still! Look, Leia’s a good kid, she’s logical, and she can definitely hold her own if he’s shitty. And don’t you think we should try not to judge until we meet him ourselves? Besides, on the off-chance this date is a mistake, isn’t it better she finds out now when she still has us to help her feel better afterwards? I don’t want our daughter to be so sheltered that she’s unprepared later in life.”

Anakin nodded, running his hands up and down your arms. “I know, my love. You’re right. It’s just hard for me to see her growing up, I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m her father, I’m supposed to protect her and I just- if this Han Solo idiot messes with her it’ll be my fault.” 

You cupped your husband’s cheeks in your hands. “Listen to me, Ani. You can’t protect everyone, especially not from their own decisions. You have to let her do this.”

Anakin, dramatic as always, groaned and threw his head back before finally meeting your gaze again and nodding. He put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the living room where your daughter was anxiously waiting. Her head perked up as the two of you walked in.

“You can go, sweetheart.” You said, gently.

“Really?! Thank you!!” Leia ran up to you and hugged you. You squeezed her back. Even though you were less protective about dating than your husband didn’t mean that you liked the idea of her going out with some guy that had a rocky reputation, at best. 

Leia broke away from you and walked up to her father. “Thank you, Dad.”

Anakin hugged his daughter close. He would do anything for his family and loved all of you more than life. You smiled at the scene in front of you. Watching your husband interact with your children was one of your greatest joys. 

Hearing someone knock at the door, you all broke apart.

“Okay! Bye!” Leia said, moving to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait! We need to at least see this young man before your date!” Anakin said, moving to open the door.

As he saw Han leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in a very cocky manner, it took every ounce of power he had to not slam the door in Han’s face. You smirked at your husband’s expression and moved to let Han inside. 

“Han!” Leia said as Han ran up to meet her.

“Hey, princess,” He said, picking her up and spinning her around. 

You looked up at your husband’s face, seeing his jaw ticking slightly. You laughed and gestured for him to lean down. “Okay but you have to admit, that was cute” You whispered in his ear.

Anakin let out a small huff but you could tell he agreed. He just put his arm around you and cleared his throat. “Home by 11, okay?”

“Home by midnight?” Leia asked hopefully.

“Fine, okay. Midnight, but not a minute later!” Anakin said. You chuckled. He was a sucker for her; he couldn’t say no and you all knew it. 

Han nodded at you and Anakin and Leia waved as they stepped outside, and then they were off. Anakin immediately bolted over to the balcony, craning his head.

“Anakin what the hell are you doing?”

“Shh! I’m trying to see which way they’re going so I know which route to take.”

“Which route to take?”

“Yeah! When I go follow them.” He said, as if it was the most normal thing ever.

“Anakin!”

“What?”

“You can’t go follow them!”

“Like hell I can’t!”

“Anakin Skywalker if you ruin this date for our daughter I will divorce you faster than you can say ‘lightsaber’” 

“But Y/N-” 

You cut him off, laughing slightly as he pouted at you. “No! Love, come on inside, let’s have dinner and watch something on the holoprojector while we wait for her to get back, okay?”

Anakin sighed, nodding in agreement. You shook your head, smiling as you took his arm and walked back inside. Instead of moving to the kitchen, Ani plopped both of you on the couch, taking a moment to just think about how lucky he was.

“Thank you for caring about our family, Ani” You said softly, breaking the silence.

“Always, angel. You really think it’ll go well?”

You thought for a moment. “Maybe. And if not, that’s not something we can control. Now can we please go eat before you come up with another crazy idea, like dressing Ahsoka up in a disguise to go and pretend to be their waitress?”

“Now that you mention it, that’s actually-”

You shut him up with a kiss. Anakin gently bit your bottom lip, asking for access which you happily granted. He shifted you so you were sitting atop his lap, your thighs straddling his hips. His tongue slowly entered your mouth and you moaned softly at the feeling. You were completely entranced by him and loved every moment of it. 

“How did I get so damn lucky?” he asked as you broke away. 

“I’m not sure. But I am pretty special, aren’t I?” You smirk.

He looked at you with adoration. “Yeah, you are.”

The two of you spend the night eating food and end up curled back on the couch, enjoying each other’s company and the cool breeze. Finally, the doorbell rings and your heads perk up.

You were surprised to see Han still with Leia, not expecting him to walk her to the door. The two of them were smiling at each other and you couldn’t help but smile back. From the corner of your eye, you saw Anakin’s lips were curling up, too. At the end of the day, all you wanted as parents was for your children to be happy. 

“Goodnight, princess.” Han said.

“Goodnight, scoundrel!” Leia shot back at him, turning away to walk inside. 

You waved goodbye to Han before slowly shutting the door and looking at your daughter. 

“So you’re dating scoundrels now?” You said, eyebrows quirked.

Leia rolled her eyes. “Proudly.” 

You laughed. She definitely picked up the sarcasm from her parents. 

“Did you have fun?” Anakin asked.

“What, no third-degree?”

“What, would you like an interrogation?”

“Nope! Thanks!” Leia said quickly. “It was… it was good. I have a feeling about him. It was exciting, you know?”

You smiled, thinking back to one of your first dates with Anakin. He took you out on his speeder and you swore you were going to die. Even so, it was the most alive you’d felt in a long time and you knew that if someone could give you that feeling, they were a person you needed to get to know more. “Yeah, I know, sweetheart. I’m glad you had such a good time! Now, get ready for bed, okay? It’s already pretty late.”

“Okay, okay,” Leia said, still pretty giddy from the evening. As she disappeared to her room, you turned back to your husband.  

“That went pretty well, don’t you think?” Your tone was light, teasing. 

Anakin nodded. “Alright, yeah, don’t go gloating about it too much.”

You laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[therealvalkyrie]

Fenario

Pairing/setting: Reiner Braun x Reader, in Liberio just before Reiner goes to fight in one of the wars.

Prompt: Fenario by Richard Shindell (give it a listen while you read!)

Word Count: 738

Warnings: angst

AN: Hello, my loves! This is a speedy little one shot, but I hope you’ll enjoy. Special thanks to my lovely friends @anlian-aishang @cant-spell-slay-without-lay and @bluebellhairpin for the feedback and encouragement! As always, PLEASE don’t be shy about coming to chat with me in my dms/ask box/reblogs with a squeal, comment, or piece of constructive criticism! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie

Easy breathing and restless whistling wind are all that keep you company in the night. The shuddering light of the coals in the fireplace burns your eyes as you stare, unsmiling, into their shifting depths. Your love’s silky hair between your fingers grounds you to the world as you gently scratch and plait and soothe.

He’s so peaceful in sleep, worried forehead lines relaxed and lips slightly parted. He gets this night of rest, of uninterrupted dreams, and you get this night to protect him from the world.

You’re sitting up in bed, his head rested in your lap and arms around your waist, thin blankets tucked around him. It’s heartbreaking, how soft this scene in your little corner of hell is. A lump of coal falls from the fireplace onto the stone hearth, and your eyes follow it, watching for a while as it renders down to ash.

There’s nothing else you can think to do as the night slides by, deceivingly protective in its velvet darkness. You think you finally understand why Ymir made a deal with the Devil; if you could do the same to make this night last forever, you would.

When the last of the glow blinks from the coal, you turn to the window. It’s still only waning moonlight which filters in through rippling glass, but you know there’s not much time left. You take a shuddering breath and trace the curve of your love’s jaw with your thumb, memorizing the feel of scratchy stubble and the dip of a scar. He shifts, nuzzling his face into the pudge of your stomach and your heart flips.

“Shhh,” you soothe and return your hand to his blond hair.

In the morning, he’ll be leaving you, and you’ll be damned if you can’t spend every second until then with him in your arms.

In the morning, you’ll have to wake him, and he’ll leave you cold and aching in your bed.

In the morning, he’ll rub the sleep from his eyes, kiss you desperately, and be brave.

In the morning, he’ll go to war.

It’s always the same when he leaves you: cruel and heartbreaking and hopeless. For the hundredth time since becoming involved with Reiner, you curse the callousness of his circumstances. A child warrior trusted with the weight of an entire war, witness to the capture and death of his friends, doomed to die young. It’s no longer the chest-sucking anguish it had been when you first fell in love, instead settling into your bones as an aching sorrow. You wish, desperately, you could take the burden for him, reach into his soul and pull every last bit of hurt from him, get up in the morning and put on his red armband and march off to war.

Instead, you’re resigned to this soft hell. This quiet waiting.

Words come to you like a prayer, pushing from your throat and into the relentless night.

“Darkness, darkness, bind him to me, hide him in your velvet cloak. Come the dawn, he’ll rise and go a-marching to Fenario.” The familiar lullaby feels reedy and thin in your quivering notes, desperate and irrational. It’s taken on a different meaning since your mother sang it to you in her husky alto. Back then, it lulled you into dreams of everlasting love and romantic sacrifice. Now, you see it for what it is: a woman’s invocation, a plea, a bargain, meant for the witching hour and only the sickle moon to hear.

The next line is whispered into his skin, your head bent low to brush lips against his temple. “Brave my love, but false the King. False his wars, and false his dawn. Damn the grey that gains the sky, damn the sun, the King’s cold eye.”

As though summoned to spite you, the first grey light of dawn breaks through the window. You squeeze your eyes tight against it and curl further into your love, pressing trembling lips to his hairline. You should wake him now - a military man’s day starts at sunrise - but you selfishly hold him several minutes more.

When the glow of the fireplace is no longer brighter than the sunlight, diffuse through clouds, you take a shaky breath, smooth a hand down his broad back, and kiss him awake.

“My love,” you murmur into the shell of his ear over the sound of your splintering heart. “It’s time to wake up.”

[griffxnnage]

colovaria || g.w

request: ( from @romanoffs-heart!) hi love, so i have an idea for a george fic that i’m honestly sad i came up with lmao but pretty much it’s after the war and george asks the reader in the middle of the night to dye his hair because every time he looks in the mirror it hurts. I KNOW IM SORRY, i want it to be super angsty and just make me SOB. once again i’m sorry i hope you have a good day <33

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

word count: 1195

taglist: @chaoswalkinq @nerdyblogger06 -> you can send me an ask, shoot me a dm or comment on this post if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!

warnings: angst, a lot of talk about fred being dead, mentions of not eating

a/n: oh boi, i cried writing this one, which has never happened before, so be warned...

It was never the same after Fred was killed. It felt so empty at the Burrow; cold, lonely and just plain grim. There was no one to crack jokes in awkward silences. No one to set off dungbombs under your bed in the morning. No one to make everyone’s lives a little more cheerful; more like a bit more difficult, but in the best way.

It’d been four months since the Battle of Hogwarts, and things had just started to lighten up again. There were smiles on peoples faces, albeit faint, but there, nonetheless. There was quiet chatter around the house again, and things were just starting to feel somewhat normal. The only one who seemed to still be mourning was George. His twin had died, for Merlin’s sake.

There was no one to finish his sentences, no one to go to when he was hurting, no one to be a dumbass with. Whenever he thought about the things they used to do together, a sad smile would happen upon his face and he would just fall deeper into his depression, and that was the seemingly never ending cycle. 

Day after day, he would walk around the house, and outside in the garden, head down, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself quietly. If I was in hearing range, I could barely pick out the occasional “Hey, Freddie, I ate something today,” or “Hey, Fred, I laughed today,” and my heart would just break at the sound of his hoarse voice. Whenever I walked past the closed bathroom door, I could hear muffled whimpers that I knew were his.

He would come downstairs for supper with red, puffy eyes and a tearstained face. He didn’t care how everyone saw him; they knew what he was going through. I did my best to help him through his grief; cuddles when he felt up to it, hugs that lasted forever, getting him steaming mugs of tea whenever he fancied one and giving him his space when he needed it.

One day, he came out of the bathroom, his face red as usual, but he came up to me and led me by the hand back into the bathroom. After he closed the door behind us, he looked at me with those large, sad, brown eyes and choked out, “I need you to help me with something.” He could barely meet my gaze, so I took his large hand in my two smaller ones, rubbing it gently with my thumbs and whispering, “Anything for you, my love. What do you need help with, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“I need you to dye my hair, Y/N. Everytime I look in the mirror, I see his face. I see him staring back at me, and it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I get excited for no reason, and then I remember that he’s gone, and that he’s never coming back. It’s the worst feeling knowing that I’ll bear his face until the day I die, but that I’ll never see him ever again. It’s not just me, either; whenever I walk into a room, Mum has to choke back sobs, and she can’t look at me without her eyes tearing up. I can’t do it anymore, Y/N, I just can’t.” By this time, he was full-on crying, and so was I. 

I had no idea he felt like this, and it pained me to know that he was going through such torture. It’d never crossed my mind that he’d see himself in the mirror day after day, being reminded of the part of him that he had lost and could never replace.

I pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug, and held him for a considerable time, wanting all of his worries to melt away, but alas, nothing could be done, really. “Alright,” I cleared my throat, pulling away, and taking out my wand. I also ushered him to bring the chair in the corner up to the mirror. 

“What colour, love?” I asked his reflection in the mirror, suddenly understanding, with a lump in my throat, what he meant by seeing Fred. “Dark brown, please.” He looked down at his hands which were folded in his lap. “Sounds good, darling,” I murmured, kissing the top of his fiery head one last time. 

‘Colovaria,’ I thought, aiming my wand at his hair, closing my eyes, and concentrating on the colour of dark tree trunks, the colour of earth after a torrential downpour. When I opened them again, his hair had turned to that colour and I couldn’t help but cry a little at the loss of one of his striking features.

“It’s alright, love, it’s all over. You can look now.” I put my hands on his shoulders as I watched slight shock fill his face. He reached up to touch his newly recoloured hair and he marveled at it. He turned around to face me, and asked, “How do I look?” with a hopeful yet sad look adorning his face. I held his head in my hands, and kissed his forehead. “You look,” I searched for a word, but ended up coming up short. “Very handsome.” My eyes ended up getting lost in the sad hopefulness of his eyes, wondering what was going on in that now brown haired head of his.

“Y/N! George! Supper!” We heard Molly yell from the kitchen. Both of us broke out of our little trances and left the bathroom, ready to face the rest of the family. After we descended down the creaky stairs, we heard a soft gasp coming from Molly and Ginny’s direction. Molly slowly walked up to George, her eyes tearing up and her face reddening. She took his face in her hands and brought their foreheads together, whispering to him. I clasped my hands together and looked down at my feet, not wanting to interrupt their moment.

“I’m sorry, George, that you had to do this to feel better; I’m sorry for everything, Georgie.” I heard Molly say through soft cries. George held her close, and the rest of the Weasleys came and engaged in a group hug that would pull on the heartstrings of anyone in passing. 

I started to turn to walk back up the stairs to go read in George’s room, when Molly reached out through her kids and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the centre of the group hug. George pulled me in tight against him, and rested his chin on the top of my head. “I’m going to be with you every step of the way, Georgie. I’ll be right there with you, no matter what. I love you.” I whispered against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

“Y/N, I love you so much. Thank you.” I felt vibrations of his voice against my cheek, and I felt in that moment that everything would be alright, although it might take a while for things to feel normal again. We all just stayed like that, all huddled together, and just being together; one big family, a little broken, but on the mend.

[sparklingchan]

Prologue|| Stormbringer- Stray Kids Demigod AU

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Felix

Word count : 1.2k+

Warnings : Family issues, mentions of mythological monsters, not edited.

Genre : Romance, Demigod AU, fluff, angst.

Description: Two twelve year olds kids with apparently normal lives find themselves in a rather uncomfortable position when they are told the truth about their not-so-normal parentage.  

A/N : FINALLY I managed to post this!! I haven’t been feeling well lately so hope I didn’t keep anyone waiting too long. This prologue doesn’t necessarily connect with the main plot of the story but it does lay the backdrop for it so this part might come off as plain. 

Hope everyone’s been keeping well, given the current situations. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m right here!

SERIES MASTERLIST ||  Click here for introduction to the story and glossary and here for the Stray Kids demigod diaries!

Lighting in the Sky

"Before the world existed, there was nothing. Only a primary void, a nothingness and ..chaos. "

Your glazed, intrigued eyes follow every word from the new book your mother reads out from, your curiosity unable to handle the wonderful way your mother always turns every story into a mystery.

The bright green cover of the book looks attractive, and smooth like glass. Instinctively, you hold your finger up to its surface.

Its cold.

" 'Famous tales from Greek Mythology ' " you read out its title, now no longer paying attention to your mother's words, "Mum, do you think the people in these stories are real?"

Your mother stops mid sentence, not really surprised when a rather familiar memory finds its way back to her. Thunderstorms, a handsome young man, rapid heartbeats, a little baby girl.

"I'd like to think so," she runs her fingers through your hair, "But not all of them are as heroic as they're made to be in these books."

You wondered what her words had meant for a long time after that. For a 12 year old girl, you'd been way too curious, way too hard to deceive. But truth is something that cannot be hidden for too long.

You remember that day as clearly as if it were yesterday.

It was your 13th birthday , a joyous day for a young girl who'd always wanted to experience the so called 'exciting' teen years. Your mum had prepared an amazing celebration for you- a small picnic by the seaside, a chocolate cake (your absolute favorite), the second edition of 'Famous tales from Greek Mythology ' as a gift. It was almost perfect.

Almost.

While on your way to the parking lot, a dog pounces at you. Except it wasn't just a dog. It was a Hell Hound.

You'd only seen the likes of it before in your story books and in your nightmares that were as vivid as memories. But you know exactly what a hellhound really is. Hellhounds are dogs that guard the Underworld - world of the dead .

"Get off of me, you dog!" You scream as the monster claws at your face.

Viscious creatures and brilliant killers these dogs are and if it weren't for two boys showing up to your rescue, you are sure you'd have become the hellhound 's food that day.

"Are you okay, y/n?" The boys ask you.

"H-how do you know my name? Who are you people?" You pant, on the verge of tears, "What was that thing?"

The taller of the two boys - Hyunjin, as he would introduce himself to you later sends a look of confusion over at the shorter boy - who also introduces himself as Minho later. "We have a lot of talking to do, y/n. Where's your mom?"

Your mom is not one bit fazed when she drives the three of you back to your small apartment. It's almost as if she'd been expecting it all along.

Once you reach your house, your mom who's usually extremely cheerful and loud, sits you down quietly on the couch and tells you the truth. Of who you are, what you are capable of.

"Sweetie, your father is not the book author you think he is. I'm so sorry I lied to you. " she sucks in a deep breath, almost scared, "Honey, your dad is...a God. A Greek God. The ones we read about."

And that one sentence turns your entire world upside down. Everything you've ever known just changes.

But sometimes changes are for the best, you'd like to think.

Minho and Hyunjin reveal that they come from a place called Camp Levanter - a home for kids like you, demigods is what they're apparently called.

"A-are you like me too?"

"Yes, y/n. We're like you." Minho says, "I'm the son of the Greek God Dionysus and Hyunjin over here is the son of the Greek goddess Aphrodite."

Hyunjin pats your head ever so gently and in an alluring voice says, "Do you want to come with? We could be your friend. How does that sound?"

You find yourself nodding almost immediately.

And just before you walk out of the door, you give your mom the tightest hug, assuring her that you'd do just fine.

"By the way, mum, what's dad's name? You never told me."

You mom sighs, as the skies outside rumble with thunder, "Your father is Zeus - the God of sky and lightning. "

*

The symbol of Love

"Are we going to die tonight, Nana?"

Felix shivers into the embrace and pulls his greying, old grandmother closer, her weak body already completely corrupted by the cold and snow.

"N-not you, Lixie. You have things to do." She mumbles, holding the 13 year old kid to her chest, hoping to find some kind of warmth in this freezing cold weather, "I-its not your time yet. You will go back to your father, you hear me? You didn't have to come with me anyway!"

Felix's father wasn't the nicest person - to put it decently. He didn't so as much bat an eye towards him. Perhaps he was ashamed of having a child out of wedlock or worse, he was reminded of Felix's gorgeous mother he so dearly missed everytime he saw Felix.

Anyhow, parental love never made it into Felix's life from his father's side so instead he grew up under the warmth of his grandmother's love.

On his 13th birthday, Felix receives his first and last gift from his father; a step mother. That fall, his father marries an old colleague in a small ceremony. And Felix would later go on to hate himself for ever thinking that this new addition to the family might fill up the blank space his birth mother had left behind.

Not ten days after the wedding, his new step mother 'accuses' his grandmother of being rude and unwelcoming and begs his father to throw her out of the house.

Which all comes down to this moment, where his grandmother is freezing to death and he cannot do anything but watch silently.

"Hey, do you need help?" When Felix hears that voice, his first instinct is to brush it off as a hallucination, for who would help two homeless people in this bone chilling weather?

"Felix, do you need help?" A few rapid footsteps and two boys present themselves in front of him, panting as if they'd been running all the while.

"W-who are you?" He stutters, hugging his grandmother closer, "How do you know my name?"

One of the two boys reply gently, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, Felix. How about we go to my place? Your grandmother might like a warm cup of tea, don't you think?"

And so he agrees to go with the two boys.

Once they'd warmed his Nana up and fed her, Felix gently tucks her into the bed of the guest room they'd been given. As scared as Felix was to accept their help, he knew he had no option. His grandmother meant the world to him and he couldn't watch her succumb right in front of his eyes.

The two boys are very careful in approaching Felix, making sure to not scare him more than he already is.

"What are your names? How do you know me?" They let a whole hour pass by as the three boys sit on the dining table, occupied with plates of untouched food and full bottles of water, letting Felix be the one to start conversation. And when he finally does, Changbin breathes a sigh of relief. Really, he was starving but he didn't want to seem rude in front of their new friend.

"I'm Chan," Chan introduces himself, and then Changbin speaks, "I'm Changbin. And why do we know you, you ask - well the three of us have quite a lot in common, you see. More than what meets the mortal eye."

Mortal eye? What's this all about? Felix finds himself more confused than he already was.

"We're the children of Greek gods, Felix. " Chan sighs, " You, me and Changbin. Is it hard to believe?"

Felix is about to say 'yes' out of pure impulse but he holds his tongue this time ; these guys don't seem like the kind to make such obnoxious claims, even as a joke. All his life, Felix had spent as an outcast, among his friends, among his cousins, among his classmates. His father had treated him like he were a monster. And his estranged mother who his father never said anything about? Felix finds suspicion knocking at his door.

Whilst its still extremely hard to believe, Felix responds,

"I want to believe you."

Chan and Changbin exchange a look of surprise, complete astonishment since none of them had expected Felix to even listen to them. And now that they have his attention, they find themselves a tad bit pressured as well.

"But don't disappoint me," Felix mutters, more to himself than to the boys, "Don't give me hope just to snatch it away."

And much to his surprise, he isn't left disappointed this time. These two boys manage to change his life completely, and now when Felix goes to bed at night, he finds a rather foreign feeling of fulfillment in his heart.

and for the first time in forever, he lets himself hope. Hope for a new family who would make up for the love his father could never offer. Hope for better days to come now that he's finally found a new identity and a new life.

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Treetops {j.h}

Request:  “(Can you make it super angsty and fluffy please 🥰)

But can you make one where I’m walking around and get attacked by a vampire. Edward gets there just as I’m about to die and I beg for him to change me so I wouldn’t have to leave Jasper (he’s my mate) and he’s so sad for me because he feels like I’m a sister to him so he changes me just as my eyes close. He freaks out and takes me to the house where Carlisle is and Carlisle eases his mind that he had done it just in time(like with Bella in the end of the last one of breaking dawn part 1) . Then he when Jasper can’t find me he goes home all sad and worried and as he walks in Edward sits him down and tells him. He feels really bad and sits down by my side holding my hand just waiting as Alice and rose changes me into a cute summer dress. When I wake up it kinda like when Bella dose and Jasper is not there when I do so I end up going to look for him. In the end we just cuddle just happy to be together and read my favorite books.” from @faithie-brock-gillespie01​

Warnings: one use of a derogatory term (not a slur or anything), mentions of scars and nakedness but not too graphic in either

A/n: sorry i’ve been away for forever. yes, i’m still active and i see everything people send me (dm wise or in ask-form) anyway, i really really love this and i hope you do too

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You know it’s a bad idea. Growing up, everyone always told you not to walk alone at night. But, being the independent person you are, you took self defense classes and never went far without your pocket knife. But over the past year, being surrounded by your boyfriend Jasper all the time made you loosen the reigns a bit. Soon, the countless hours you spent in your basement practicing Hammer and Heel Palm strikes were faded lessons that sat collecting dust in the back of your mind. You didn’t have to worry about defending yourself when Jasper was always around to do it for you, and after graduating college, you would be almost indestructible like him anyway. So, yes, you know better than to be walking through the forest, in the dark nonetheless, but anger has clouded your common sense and that’s the excuse you were currently using to make yourself feel better.

The tall trees on either side of you make you feel claustrophobic. You take deep, shuddering breaths as you fight back tears. So maybe you’re sensitive, you’ve been told once or twice, but the thought of someone you thought to be one of your closest friends gossiping and spreading hurtful stuff about you would make anyone's throat tighten. Your roommate had approached you earlier in the week, she was planning a huge birthday party for your best friend back home in Forks. Of course you’d come, you said. You came home every weekend anyway, courtesy of your super generous boyfriend and his very illegal speeding. He even dropped you off at the party, which is what led to you running through the woods.

You had shown up to the party, a bottle of your best friend’s alcohol of choice in hand, and a black dress that stopped just before your knee tight on your body. The loud, booming music hurt your ears, but you soldiered through and greeted your friend with a hug.

“Happy birthday!” You said, a large smile stretching across your face. She laughed pulling you into her arms. 

“I wasn’t sure you were coming.” Your roommate that stood next to her said. You gave her a confused look, pulling back from the hug.

“What do you mean? Of course I’d come.” You said laughing it off. Holding up the alcohol, you asked where to put it.

“Over on that table.” Your best friend said. You smile and walk off, placing the hefty bottle on the colorfully covered table. You went to grab a solo cup, a glittery 22 printed neatly on the plastic. Filling it with your alcohol of choice, you brought it to your lips to take a sip.

“Should you really be doing that? While you’re.. You know.” A voice came from your right, and you glanced over to see a friend of your best friend.  

“While I’m what?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Waiting for his response, you took a sip of the bitter drink.

“Pregnant.” He said. You choked on the alcohol, coughing as it dribbled down your chin. 

“Excuse me?” You asked, grabbing a napkin to wipe the drink before it reached your dress. 

“I just- I don’t- everyone’s been saying that you’re pregnant.” He sputtered, a pink tinge on his cheeks evident even through the flashing lights of the party.

“Well I’m not,” You chuckled nervously, somewhat amused. You leaned closer to him, lowering your voice. “Where did you hear that?”

His eyebrows furrowed. He leaned in close, mimicking what you had just done. When he murmured your best friend’s name, a cold sweat washed over your body. Your hands shook as you placed the drink back down on the table. Leaving him behind, you walked over to your best friend and grasped her arm, pulling her away and upstairs into a spare bedroom. 

“Tell me it isn’t true.” You demanded, fury igniting flames in your heart. She shut the door behind her, setting her drink down on the dresser.

She laughed dryly, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on one leg. “Of course it’s true.”

“Why would you say something like that? You know I’m not.. Pregnant!” You yelled, stepping closer to her. 

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent. With all the unprotected sex you brag about having, you might as well be!” She said, matching your voice level. 

“It was one time! And he can’t get me pregnant anyway, I already told you that!” You replied, fighting back tears that tried to escape. 

“So? Who’s to say that you aren’t sleeping around with other people? Play stupid games, you get stupid prizes.” She said, rolling her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry. I didn’t want to, Professor Michaels-” You started to say, but she slapped you before you could finish what you were saying. 

“I would never! Why would you do this? I thought we were friends?” You asked, hurt laced in your voice. She moved closer to you, the smell of alcohol creating waves off of her breath.

“I told you not to enter the contest. You knew how much it meant to me and you still entered. And you won. My parents won’t even make eye contact! They’ve taken away my weekly allowance!” She said, tears spilling over the heavily lined lower lid of her eyes. She poked a finger to your chest, causing nerves to fire up in pain.

“Professor Michaels this, Professor Michaels that; You’re probably sleeping with him too, you slut!” She screamed, clenching her fists at her sides. You take the full cup from the dresser, and splash her in her face. You both stood in silence for a moment, before you turned on your heel and briskly walked out of the room, slamming the door so loud that you could hear it over the music. People watched as you came down the stairs, but you avoided their gaze and ran out the back door into the cool night sky. You had almost brought Jasper to the party, schedules had finally lined up to introduce him to your friends since freshman orientation. Now you were glad you hadn’t. You hadn’t even thought about calling him for a ride, you were too blind with rage. But you’d soon come to regret letting emotions cloud your judgment. 

The smell of wet earth comforts you as you double over, hands on your knees and taking large gasps of air. As much as you would love to lean against a tree, you just bought this dress and you’re not ready to ruin it quite yet. You shiver, standing up straight and hugging yourself, trying to retain some warmth. As you look around, you notice that the only light in sight was the moon. The house is nowhere to be seen, and you pull your phone out of your pocket to see that you don’t have cell reception. Suddenly you aren’t cold anymore, your face flushing with anxiety as your newly calmed breathing speeds up again. But then you hear something that causes a false sense of security; footsteps. 

“Oh thank God.” You say, turning around. Before you can make out who’s there, you’re knocked to the ground. A sharp pain tears into the inside of your elbow, and you scream out in pain. Tears fall down your cheeks as you take a sharp intake of breath. 

“Jasper!” You scream at the top of your lungs. You know it’s a stretch, but the Cullen’s house is only a few miles away and there is a chance they could hear. “Please! Someone hel-”

A cool hand clamps over your mouth, snuffing any chance of words to escape. You sob as your blood drains, your body starting to shut down. As black starts flooding your eyesight, your attacker is flung off of you and crashes into a nearby tree. You gasp, fumbling to put pressure on the gushing wound. You curl into a fetus position, the sharp earth pressing into the skin of your face nothing compared to the gash in your arm. You can’t see well, but you can make out the garbled voices of Jasper’s brothers, Emmett and Edward. You think you hear Rosalie too. 

“Take care of y/n, we got ‘em.” Emmett says, referring to you. You feel cool hands lift your limp body, and you groan.

“Jasper..” You say. Tears stiffen your cheeks as you grow tired. Your eyes flutter closed and hands grasp your numbing arm. 

“It’s torn to shreds, there’s no chance of survival.” Edward says. You aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or himself.

“Please,” You muster the strength to say two more words. You just need to say two more words. “T-Turn.. Me.” 

“I can’t.” He says. You want to respond, but your body finally goes fully limp in his arms, and he makes a split-second decision. He buries his head in your neck and sinks his teeth in. You don’t feel it immediately, but soon, fire roars through your entire body. You groan in pain, not strong enough to make anything louder. Before you drift off, you feel wind whipping past your hair as you’re carried through the forest.

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“Carlisle!” Edward calls out, carrying your unresponsive body in his arms. He practically flies up the stairs into Carlisle’s office, and Emmett opens the door before he can kick it down. The doctor strides over, eyebrows pulled together in worry.

“What happened?” He asks. Edward’s at a loss for words, his mouth agape. “Edward, what happened?” 

“We- I- There was screaming.. And then we found a newborn on top of her. Her arm is torn to shreds, there’s no way she would survive it.” Edward says, his gaze avoiding your body. Carlisle senses his uncomfort, and motions for him to set you down on an exam table. You lay on the vinyl, looking almost peaceful if it wasn’t for the blood slathered over your neck and upper torso. 

“Tell me I did the right thing..” Edward pleads. Carlisle glances up at him while examining your arm.

“She would have been turned regardless. You just sped up the process.” He reassures. Edward, obviously, can tell that Carlisle is being sincere. You had literally asked for it, of course, but still he felt guilty. The taste of blood on his tongue became too much, and he turned around, stalking out of the room. Though the door shut behind him, it was reopened by Esme, peeking her head in. She brings her hand to her mouth, clearly shocked. 

She walks over, yet still keeping her distance. “Someone needs to find Jasper.” She murmurs through her palm.

“Bring me water and a sponge, please.” He asks softly, pain straining his voice. Esme nods and leaves. Carlisle sighs, placing his hands on the table and looking down at you. When he first met you, he was worried. He knew that you were intelligent and was scared that you’d figure out their secret prematurely. But soon after, you weaseled your way into their hearts. It was only a few months in when you found out, and it shocked everyone with how nonchalant you were about it. Then about a month after that, you discussed your future with Jasper and decided that after graduation you’d join them and their undeadness. That was the plan.

Downstairs, Edward’s phone rings. The caller ID says his brother’s name, though he’s not sure how to answer. 

“Hello?” Edward answers. ‘Hello’ seems too relaxed, he thinks. 

“Alice called me. She said she can’t see Y/n anymore. Something happened at the party and she’s not answering her phone.” Jasper says, sounding as out of breath as a vampire can. Edward glances at Rosalie, whose face is neutral, though she seems to find comfort in Emmett’s arm around her.

“You need to come home.” Edward says, then closes the flip phone and drops it onto the couch. It rings again, but the room remains still until Esme brushes past with a tub of water and a sponge.

“He’s going to need your support.” Esme says. Rosalie looks up and crosses her arms, shrugging from Emmett’s embrace.

“He should have known better than to get attached to a human.” She says, though halfheartedly. 

“I’ll ground you.” Esme warns as she ascends the stairs. She knocks on Carlisle’s office door, then enters. Placing the bowl down next to him, she hugs him from behind and wraps her arms around his stiff torso. Pressing her head between his shoulder blades, he relaxes in her hold. “He did the right thing, right?” 

“I.. I believe so, yes. Jasper would be ruined without her.” Carlisle says, not sure if he’s reassuring himself, or her. “You can leave, I need to get the blood gone before he gets here.” 

“He’ll be here soon. Edward hung up in him.” She responds. Carlisle sighs, and grabs the sponge, dipping it in the water. He drags it over your exposed skin as Esme exits, red, watery streaks running down and pooling in your collarbone area. He leaves the areas covered by clothes for Alice or Esme to clean, not that he expects there to be much there anyway. Once you appear to be blood-free, he takes a large bandage and covers your arm, but is soon interrupted by a door slamming and glass shattering on the lower level. 

“Carlisle’s up there, y/n’s in good hands.” Edward says, placing a tentative hand on Jasper’s shoulder. He shakes off his brother’s touch, striding up the stairs three at a time. He enters the room and rushes over to you, his eyes examining every inch of your ghostly silhouette. He hesitates, but then takes your hand and presses it to his lips. He closes his eyes, feeling as close to crying as he’s ever felt before. A chair scraping the floor takes him by surprise, which is something that doesn’t happen much to vampires. 

“What happened?” He murmurs, lips tickling the soft skin on the back of your hand. He sits in the chair Carlisle offered, but doesn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Newborn attack. Edward, Emmett, and Rose found her.” Carlisle says. Jasper stares blankly at your paler-than-normal face. 

“She was supposed to call me when she was ready to leave. Why was she in the woods?” He asks. 

“I can’t answer that.” 

“Will she.. Is she going to wake up? Will she turn?” He asks. Carlisle folds his arms and leans against his desk. 

“I think so, yes.” He answers. Jasper looks at his father for a moment, then returns his gaze back to you. “All we can do now is wait.” 

After a few days, you started to show signs of improvement. You had slimmed out in some places, filled out in others. The warm hues of your skin color had completely drained, and there was a raised scar on your neck from Edward’s venom. He tried very hard not to think about it, but whenever he saw it he felt a twinge of jealousy in his belly. If Edward had heard him think it, he was generous enough not to mention it. Turning someone is intimate, for most vampires at least, and he had been looking forward to a special night. He’d give you a few more ‘human experiences’ (wink wink) and then bite you before returning to the Cullen house. But now his brother had laid claim on you, whether it was intentional or not.

Alice bounds through the door, Rosalie in tow. Rose holds a dress folded over the crook of her arm, a flash of what Jasper recognizes as your favorite color all over it. Alice flips you onto your side, rather roughly, and Jasper jumps to his feet.

“What are you doing?” He asks. Rosalie unzips the back of your black dress and starts to pull it off of your shoulders.

“Getting your girlfriend naked.” She says, fighting back a smug smile. Jasper holds his hand up, shielding your body from his view.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, Jas.” Alice says with a chuckle.

 “Not while she’s unconscious.” Jasper takes one last look at your unobstructed face, then leaves the room. 

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Turn me. Your words echo in your mind, and you jolt into a sitting position. You blink a few times before your eyes come into focus. You glance down, your hands turned palms up. You can see every fine detail of your fingerprints, the undersides of your fingernails darkened from clawing at the earth, but the tops freshly painted over. Your hair flutters down over your eyes, and the sun shines through the strand, creating a glowing effect that you’ve never noticed so intensely before. You swallow, your throat feeling like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. You run your fingers over your neck, lips parting when you feel the puckered skin that.. Edward? No way. You slide off of the vinyl exam table and your bare feet touch the floor. You skate across to the other side of the room to a floor length mirror, and you gasp when you see your reflection.

It doesn’t much look like you, but it mimics your movement and expressions so well that it must be. Your hair has grown at least half an inch, and your body is sleek and toned. You run your palms down your torso and the thin, silky fabric of a fit & flared summer dress makes your insides smile. You twirl, feeling light on your feet, and the fabric flows around like a graceful tornado. You laugh, a melodic, bubbly sound bouncing off of the walls. The noise comes to a halt in your throat as you catch a glimpse of your arm out of your peripheral vision, however. You pull your arm into your full vision, and feel almost lightheaded when you see a large area of the skin patched together and covered in a thick bramble of scars. There’s a knock in the doorway, and you let your arm go limp before taking a hesitant step towards your boyfriend. 

“You’re awake.” He says. You nod. “Are you thirsty?” You nod again. He takes a step forward, and in a moment, you meet in the middle and he sweeps you into his arms. You inhale his scent, stronger than you’ve ever smelled it before, as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You say, and though it doesn’t really sound like you, the words come from your heart. He inhales your scent too, nuzzling his nose into your hair. 

“For what?” He asks, but the strain in his voice lets you know that he knows. You turn your head, your cheek on his shoulder, and close your eyes.

“We had a plan.” You say. 

“It’s okay.” He reassures. You can feel the calmness radiating off of him in waves of serenity, and since the night in the woods, you’ve craved this more than anything.

“I love you.” You say, and even though it wasn’t the first time exchanging those three words, it was the first time they held such an impact. 

Two months have gone by, and vampirism suits you well. You moved out of your dorm, and now you’re finishing your degree virtually. You cut off ties with your college peers, and found a new community back home. Jasper almost never left your side (save for book club every other Tuesday) and you both decided to get married the next spring. 

“Shh, I’m trying to read.” You lightheartedly complain, gently pushing Jasper and causing him to almost fall off of the tree you both are lying in. The branch dips slightly as he redistributes his weight to support you resting against his chest. His arms hold you close as you try to focus on the book in your lap, but between the view of the water from the treetop and his persistent need for attention, you fail. He snatches the book from your lap and softly grasps your chin, turning your head to bring his lips to yours. 

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Old Habits Die Hard | Part Nine: Stuck In My Ways

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME | PART THREE: RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES | PART FOUR: DOWN THE STAIRS AND TO YOUR LEFT| PART FIVE: JUST KNOW | PART SIX: JUST & RIGHTEOUS | PART SEVEN: BACKSEAT | PART EIGHT: WEAK IN THE KNEES

Warnings: Language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations, mention of marijuana use

The penultimate chapter of Old Habits Die Hard! Whew, this has been a long one but we’re down to the final two parts of a story that kicked my ass lol. Taglist is STILL OPEN for the finale if you want to get in while it’s hot! Love you all, you beautiful people. 

STUCK IN MY WAYS

“Aye, yo shor- how long you in the city?”

Maleek’s -- or Leek -- introduction last summer was a scary one. Standing outside of papi’s, draped under Dave’s arm,  Dave and his crew stopped their conversations as a midnight blue Caprice classic creeped up to the edge of the corner. Everyone, including Dave, grew on guard, their demeanors ceasing to exist at the drop of a hat because a never-before-seen whip with barely-legal tinted windows came to a complete stop. As the passenger’s side window dropped, Dave whispered to you to go inside of the store to grab him something to eat, his favorite: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You could hear the growl in his undertone as if it was an order. You obliged out of a fright only to hear laughter mere seconds later once Leek’s solid body came bouncing out of the sunroof to one of his latest tracks.

Leek was the neighborhood rapper. He spent thirty minutes or so showing his videos on YouTube the one night you were in the studio with him and his crew. He was dope, you couldn’t lie. Built like a linebacker, Leek’s full ahki beard and super tatted-up upper body was a bad one. You caught yourself fantasizing about how bad Leek could really be but quickly remember that Dave got to you first. Thank God.

“Only for today, Leek. I’m heading back down tonight.”

“Damn. Dope of you to come up for your mans.”

You’d small talk Leek except he’s cutting into your homework of trying to figure out your getaway from this party to wherever Dave wanted to take you. Dave still lingered upstairs as you bobbed and weaved through the party to find Yahya. You were hoping that in the time it would take for you to get through Dave’s extended-extended family, you could come up with an excuse to get away for a few hours.

You could fake a  run to the beauty supply store for some braiding hair but the stores back home were good and hood enough to find the yaki you needed. You promised to take Yahya to papi’s for that hoagie, so no store run could be in order. Your entire family is at Pardi’s house so no “run up to my cousins house right quick” would work. You keep thinking of what to say as Dave rips another message through your DMs. It’s an address and an agreement to meet in thirty minutes.

“Oh, Dave? Yeah. I’m happy he’s home.”

“Who else you think I was talking about? Y’all still down, right?”

Leek’s inquiry throws you off guard. You knew he had a lightweight crush on you -- Dave once joked that he could see Leek’s mouth hit the floor when you walked into the studio that night -- but now the boldness to ask your status in this moment is taking you back to a DM from Leek that you deleted but never told Dave about.

“Dave and I? We’re cool. We ain’t down like we were but we’re cool. My fiance’ helped Dave with his case. That’s why I’m here.”

Leek notices the blinding engagement ring you ignored up until this moment and suddenly, so do you. It’s the first time in hours that you remembered your  man at home and like Chante’ Moore said, “he’s been good…” to you. Your conscience hurries you to dead your quest to find quiet time with Dave. You wouldn’t be on your best behavior; there would be no guarantees that Dave would stand on the right side of history. Upstairs, for that brief moment, your lips touched Dave’s neck and almost caught a bite. Dave used to love that move, digging deeper into you as you almost broke skin so he could commence to breaking your back. You fell into his body by mistake but his hands knew what they were doing. Tracing your stripes down to the seam of your panties was intentional. You pooled at the idea of him taking them off.

You aren’t naive. You wanted Dave and he wanted you. The moment was beyond brief yet beyond impactful. Leek’s unforeseen act as an impromptu guardian angel stops you from making the worst mistake of your life.

“Ahh, congrats ma!” Leek reluctantly goes in for a brotherly-esque hug. You give him a church hug in return, that side hug catching Yahya’s attention as he exits the backyard area to  look for you. He grabs your wrist as you release Leek from your innocent clutches.

“Excuse me, brotha ... [Y/N], you ready to go?” You quickly nod your head up and down in the direction of your forever. Leek didn’t like the way your man cut into his moment but he hastily concedes after you tap your hand on his chest and send your well wishes.

“We still heading over to that hoagie spot, right?” Yahya tapping his stomach as he grabs the car keys from his left pocket.  “I’m dying. And Ms. Gwen’s food looked smackin’. Took me a lot to not go in, baby girl…”

“You could’ve ate. We’ll be up here again.”

“Nah, nah. The way you were talking about this damn sandwich. I want a hit.”  

Dave’s message feels like an afterthought as you jump into the passenger seat. Your meetup was only twenty minutes away but you broke the spell of Dave and tried to forget.  A light tap on the passenger side window wakes you up.

“Y’all leaving already?! Damn.” Uncle Trace daps Yahya through the car window, a mix of weed and Polo Red wafting past your nose.

“Yeah, Unc…” Yahya’s salutation makes your heart smile. “...we gotta get back to homebase.”

“Aight, king. Get my niece home safe. Love you, [Y/N].”

As you direct Yahya to the cornerstone named papi’s, you couldn’t help but  stare at the way he commanded the streets. The potholes that got the best of him the last time he came here are no match for him today. He’s even driving with one hand, something he never did before -- or that you never peeped. His level of comfort on the side of town that you also call home is reminding you right before your eyes that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. All from calling your Uncle Trace by a pet name.

You find a spot close to papi’s and walk in with enough time. Yahya commands for you to order for him and you obey: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You order a chicken cheesesteak, wrapping your arms around Yahya’s waist as you both small talk about the week ahead. You weren’t letting go for anything in this world. Yahya briefly lets go to grab two Tahitian Treats out of the cooler. His big hands grab the drinks, hoagies and you up to the counter.

“Let me get two vanilla dutches, please.”

“Yah- what you doing?  You don’t smoke.”

“I usually don’t. Don’t mean I haven’t. I’m tryna finish this weekend out right. We still celebrating.”

“That’s fine but who the hell you get the weed from?”

“Unc.”

Unbeknownst to you, that dap between included an eighth of silver haze.

“Oh, this is it. You ain’t coming around my family anymore. Nope.”

“I’m Jerri’s favorite. You can’t do that…”

Dave doesn’t know what to do. It’s been some time since your message and you haven’t sent an “OK” or any signal of your arrival. He paces down the steps and out the door, running into Trace talking on the steps to Dave’s uncle, Clifford.  He tries ignoring them both but Trace isn’t having it.

“Yo, you leaving your own party, man?”

“My bad, Trace. I gotta make a run up Olney real quick for something. I’ll be back though…” Dave’s last words trail in the air as he walks down the street toward papi’s. Somehow Trace’s old self catches up to him.

“Bruh, slow down. You just got home…” Somehow Trace’s reminder does indeed slow Dave down. He’s been moving too fast since you agreed to meet up with him. He can’t keep up with his mind.

Dave didn’t know what to do when you sent that message. He felt a semblance of guilt for touching your spot, for letting your body fall into his, for staring at you as if he wasn’t going to see you again. For all the thoughts he had as you both sat in the same room where he’d coax the devil out of your body night after night. He was willing to risk it all only if you wanted it. Your message answered his prayer.

“Yeah, Trace. I know. I just gotta get out the house for a second too…”

“Oh, no doubt. They think that once you out, you wanna see the world. You just want the world to know you good, that’s it.” Trace’s wisdom plummets Dave.

It’s been his truth since he got home from jail. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the people who didn’t check on him or his mother; the people who ignored Pardi’s angered Facebook posts about Dave’s situation. People who donated to the bail fund out of guilt, not out of care. The only people who cared to know his fate  were his mother, Pardi, Trace, Yahya and you, even if you never reached out. He knew you to be the catalyst to his freedom even if you at one time secretly fought it.

You walked up those steps to his old room to see if he was okay. You knew that large crowds made him skittish. Something within you broke the rules to see if he needed a safe space to be. That summer, you were that. Dave unleashed his heart out to you in ways that even his mother would never see. Despite what seemed different about you, you weren’t afraid of his story. He felt close to you, letting you into a world that you didn’t know but could feel.

Dave wanted one more chance to feel you. Yahya be damned.

Watching Yahya yell  salutations to him and Trace from his car window as he drives by gut checks Dave. And makes him wonder if you’re with him. That would deviate from the plan that you created and Dave was on his way to fulfill.

“This is the best shit I’ve ever had, [Y/N]. You weren’t lyin’. Bruh…” Yahya delightfully wipes the last of the mayonnaise from the side of his mouth.

“Told you!”

“They should cater the wedding. I’m not playing.”

The unseasonably warm evening meets you and Yahya as you stare across at Camden’s waterfront. The pier is popping with families enjoying the last bits of early winter before the clocks strike back and school gets into a full swing. It’s a bit of calm before you two hit I-95 back to what sadly isn’t Chocolate City anymore. Yahya caresses your right knee as you stare over the Delaware. You were beyond ready to get home. Your future husband breaks your gaze. “I meant to ask you. Who was bruh all hugged up on you in the house?”

“Heh. Why?”

“You were church huggin’ him to death but he wasn’t getting a clue at all.”

“Oh that was Maleek, a friend of Dave. No big deal.” You play off Yahya’s somewhat jealous disposition even as it humors you. You rather him ask about Leek than Dave.  “Let me find out you jealous? Look at you.”

“Nah. I just know mad dudes are on you. I trust you though.” Up until an hour ago, he didn’t have a reason to do that.

“Dave was too, to be real.” You decide to break down all of the walls. The case was over. You think you’re over Dave. Yahya is minutes into a food coma.

“Well yeah, Jerri told me. Some teenager stuff. I saw those pictures. I’d be chasing you down the hallway too.”

“Boy, please. But no -- remember I told you about that lobbyist dude I dated who damn near ghosted me before we went to the Bahamas? I ended up coming up here for those weeks and Dave and I messed. Nothing serious.”

“You sure? Dude was eyefucking you real crazy at Jerri’s house last Summer.”

“Hold up? You saw that?!” What you thought you hid from Yahya, he saw in plain sight.

“Everybody could, damn.  Heh. It’s all good though. So was I.”

You joust your fingers into Yahya’s side causing him to fall into laughter. Four words suddenly send you into an orgasmic-level of relaxation. Yahya didn’t seem to care. Once you ride off the orgasmic high, you feel insanely stupid. One conversation lessened the guilt of a relationship that lasted two weeks but imprinted onto you for what felt like forever. A moment of repentance overdue coaxes witty banter out of Yahya, not the dissolution of a relationship. It shouldn’t have been this easy.

That’s how u feel?

Your walk back to the car is broken up by a message from Dave. Your lack of a response to his earlier texts told him that you were in the car that Yahya yelled his love from. Your broken promise to break up a happy home slowly breaks Dave’s heart even though he knew better than to break the rules.

You don’t know what to say in response, turning your phone on silent not to alert Yahya’s attention. There’s nothing for you to say. Dave does all the talking for you.

Yo. I’m not some snake ass nigga. I wasnt doin anything with you that you didnt want

You came lookin for me.

I can’t be friends with you?

You wake up to see Dave’s last message sent hours ago. Before you walk into your front door and out of Dave’s life forever, you send your final goodbye.

I don’t think it’s best. I’m sorry.

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100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy -  The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

 -> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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