#anws do you see my vision

[alirienn]

kurona raps too

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

no ok but like from tesilid's pov you spend your childhood subjected constraints on your life and suddenly this girl is exempt from those constraints and you can actually be frank around her. (and she gives you great food!) you recognise that she can be a really important person in your life and whenever you're having a particularly shit day you remember her and you can't wait to travel so you can meet her again but before you can she saves you at your worst moment yet again and promises that it's ok if you forget her because she'll find you. internally you might've been like 'why the fuck would i forget you but okay' but then she doesn't find you and you spend death upon death being betrayed and stepped on and having your spirit and humanity crushed and she still hasn't found you yet (i'm here, where are you?) and then you give up and then you find her but its too late then you give up worse then she finds you and you realise once again that in the time you've been apart she has dedicated her life to becoming a strong healer for you, the role you had always desperately needed in your expedition team, and also she's so strong that she can solo dungeons so you don't have to, and also while she very clearly wants you to sit back and relax while she does everything she is also mindful about respecting your autonomy and not making you feel useless, and also she would readily exchange her life for yours, where has she been all your lives? but she's here now,

how is tesilid supposed to be anything but completely obsessed with her. i love this romance plot they just keep finding ways to give the other even more reasons to be obsessed with them.

actually i need to spend time cracking ailette's head open too because she's also obsessed with tesilid but i can't actually figure out why. like yes being strong enough to survive was always a concern, but somehow her priority keeps going back to whatever will bring tesilid the most comfort. she chose the healer class for him, and only became a fighter too when she realised she needed it for survival.

[waayfo]

Stay with me (please) 𝜗𝜚. AVENTURINE

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋. MDNI, smut, fem!reader, slight angst, poorly written smut, trauma (aventurine’s backstory), insecurity, fluff, friend w benefits, marking, bitting, dom/sub, soft dom, praise kink, p in v, creampie, soft sx, unprotected sx, dacryphilia, nipple play, pet names; baby, actually no plot ּ ֶָ֢. ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋. a/n : aventurine is the first character for my actual smut🙏 AND i’m trying to write smut and this is my HORRIBLE first experiment. anw, english is not my first language ! please forgive me if there’s any mistakes ^___0 (AGAIN, poorly written)

Bare skin without the slightest cloth touching each other on a night where the moon shines at its peak. The inaudible of the surrounding nature made the screams of pleasure could be heard clearly. And poor for those who hear that despicable voices.

It all feels like a fortnight ago; the first time two strangers met each other again—you were brought together by fate that bound you like a chain. Aventurine

As fellow members working under the IPC, you both have only met once before. Maybe it's because of the invisible wall—the caste that separates the two of you. He’s one of the Ten Stonehearts, while you’re merely a subordinate who obeys their superior.

In a corner of the magnificent city of Penacony, in a casino, a gathering place for people with enough wealth to make them confident of winning consecutively. The two of you meet again for the second time.

And it was clear from the first night; disguised under pretext of getting money and all of Aventurine's wealth, you actually just want to keep looking at his figure that always looks majestic and charming. Without doing anything, he will always be the center of attention.

The way his hands find the part that gives you pleasure, the way the praises he whispers to you always invites butterflies in your stomach. Everything he does feels like a blessing to you.

“Hah—“ You whimpered in between the pleasures. You feel overwhelmed by what he is doing to you; his hips moved back and forth in a pattern, His left hand moved to where it belongs—your breasts. He squeezed them, playing with your nipples as if they were toys. While his right hand covered his own mouth, to limit the sounds that came out of his mouth for the sake of his pride.

Without you realizing it, your tears start to fall. Whether because of pleasure or pain. And somewhere, inside you, something twitches. It’s Aventurine’s. He's aroused... of your crying?

You slowly opened your eyes. Your vision was a little blurry from tears, and you blinked several times to be able to see Aventurine. He's flustered, and you too.

“Ah.. i–“ He felt a little humiliated, being aroused by your crying. His hips almost stopped moving from the shock, and you protest about it.

“Hah… i- it’s okay,” You try to calm him down. Your shaking hand rose to cup his cheek. it’s okay

Once he regained his composure, he whisper in your ear, “mngh—you did so well for me, baby.”

After saying that, his lips immediately kissed the curve of your neck. Leaving marks that will disappear when morning comes. And he will remind you to wear a scarf or something that can cover it

This time his neck formed a beautiful curve while his head leaned back slightly, his mouth opened to let out a moan. This means his days are tiring

And the next thing you know, a warm feeling enters your womb. Aventurine just remained silent without any intention of pulling out.

You don't care what you look like now. The most important thing now is to calm Aventurine.

“Is everything okay?” One of your hands was in his hair, stroking it in an attempt to calm him down. “Something’s bothering you?” You asked again.

Reticence. Something enveloped the two of you. You still stroked his hair, even though the answer never came.

Of course he didn't answer you. Deep in his mind, only apprehension ran free. He felt ashamed of himself, ashamed of the slave mark that would always be on his neck. Accompanying him every step he takes, while reminding him who he really is. Who is nothing more or less than a slave.

The wound was old, but it still remained and felt fresh as if it had just been carved. And somewhere, in the depths of his mind, there was a great desire that was forced to hide; but i want to live, not just survive.

How does it feel to feel the sun's rays hitting your face without remembering your own past? How does it feel to be able to sleep soundly on a planet in this universe without fear of nightmares? Aventurine just wants to experience the beauty of life without hurting other people.

The remaining human feeling in his heart wants to reach you, wants to prevent you from leaving him. His mouth wanted to say three sacred words, but his heart told him to remain silent.

Will you still be willing to stay until I can accept everything?

[mins-fins]

âme sœur ﹙l. jn﹚

❛ âme sœur ❜ means soulmate in french.

synopsis . . with the new responsibilities as the kings courtier, you find yourself at a crossroad where you can't exactly determine your feelings for your childhood friend.

pairing . . king! lee jeno × courtier! male reader

genre . . royal au, fluff, some angst, some humor, childhood friends to lovers, medieval.. kinda

warnings . . some profanity, just mentions of forced marriage, somewhat inaccurate depictions of the medieval era, our main leads are SICK

word count . . 4.9k

notes . . take this mess that was meant to be something.. that eventually became nothing but some royal childhood friends to lovers conglomerate that could've been more specific but it was never going to get that far 🤷‍♂️ in light of my obsession with french phases (considering i literally am forced to learn the language) and obsession with putting every nct member in a royal setting, this is for jj 💗 only three scenes.. but it was never going to be more anw

THE SCENERY IS ENCHANTING, lavish gifts, lavish cakes, lavish everything. the wealthy are extra, even extra for the king— well, newly turned king. he was still a prince no more than a few hours ago, you were right there when he was overwhelmed about his own coronation, it's only been an hour and a half since this event has began, yet you've already found yourself at the receiving end of many personal inquiries.

who thinks to ask you about the king? you've been his friend longer than his advisor.

"no marriage? this is blasphemous!"

and of course, lee donghyuck can't keep himself away from a glass of wine. he's far from sober at this point, which draws a small chuckle out of you, the use of the word 'blasphemous' amusing you out of your dissociative episode. "i'm sure he'll be fine".

"he's lonely y/n" he slurs, twirling the glass of wine in his hands, an anxious gasp leaving your lips at the sight. good god if he drops something you're going to kill him. you promised him this day would be perfect, he had already been so worried about it for several months, you had to make sure nothing went wrong. "do you see how sad he is?"

"not sad, just worried".

another sip of the wine, a sigh releases from your lips, he's going to have to be carried home tonight, but the thought of that vision makes your lips turn up. it's pretty hilarious. "how boring, marriage is important!"

you allow for yourself to get distracted by the many treats which litter the expensive dining table. you scrunch your nose, unable to work up an appetite. now you feel nervous. what is that even about? it's not like today is your coronation.

"you sound like your mother" you mutter, teeth biting into your inner cheek. "can't you just be happy for him?"

lee donghyuck snorts, his breath reeking of grape juice. "i am happy for him, just pointing out the obvious".

"the obvious isn't always correct".

"at least someone here is reasonable" na jaemin is exhausted, and donghyuck laughs at the expression of misery on his features. "i swear all the people here are on the same mission, trying to set up young debs with the new king, do they realize how ridiculous they sound?"

"they'll never get out of their own heads".

jaemin hums, sharing a weird look with a certain lee who can't stop his wasted giggling. "is he insane?"

"the wine is adding to his idiocy tonight".

as soon as you say that, lee donghyuck lets out yet another overdramatized laugh, not his last drunken chortle of the night unfortunately. you lightly grimace, put off by the behavior. "you haven't happened to see our beloved king have you?"

you offer a shake of your head. "not since before the coronation anyway, i thought he would've been hard to miss".

"well he is hard to miss, he's a spectacle".

you let yourself snicker, giving a mere glance at the strawberry scones on the table. "you make it sound like you have feelings for the guy".

"don't take my word out of context, a beautiful man is a beautiful man".

you simply smile at that, jaemin can certainly speak the truth on some occasions. he scoffs, just barely fighting back a gag. "i hate strawberries.."

"not on his coronation day, nana, you're gonna stress jeno out".

na jaemin gives an incredulous look, his stare reminiscent of those he sends donghyuck. "you're on first name terms with the king?"

you laugh, just a little bit of disbelief hidden in the sound. "we've all been friends for years, wouldn't it be strange if i wasn't?"

"considering your his courtier now, it seems weird".

"jeno isn't like that".

jaemin hums. "i guess you know him best" he scans you up and down, a bubbling thought in his head itching to leave his mouth, but he decides against it last minute, picking up a sweet chocolate tart which he takes a bite out of. "let me know when you catch sight of him, i've been meaning to talk with him".

you only offer a nod in return, and when jaemin turns on his heel, donghyuck jumps up to follow quickly behind him, annoying the other to no end. "give me a tart minjae-ah! pleaseee!?"

ah, donghyuck sober is no different than donghyuck drunk.

considering you still couldn't work up an appetite, you entertained yourself by conversing with the people around you. gossip is high, other people can't really do anything but worry about what their king is doing. you somehow manage to make it through an intense conversation before the ones whispering realize that you indeed are the king's right hand man, you can't lie, their reactions were priceless.

it wasn't as easy to turn down dance invites as you assumed, you aren't exactly the prized possession of this gathering, but when people have a dance opportunity, they'll take it. you can't believe the amount of polite smiles you've faked tonight, it's astonishing.

but with no sight of the king, you couldn't exactly refuse advances for long, the excuses took much too long to form. you danced with at least three woman, one of them specifically curious about the details of the palace's pastries (as if you knew anything about that, you just enjoyed watching treats bake in the oven). she almost spun it into an opportunity to ask if you were single, an opportunity that you quickly rushed away from with the excuse of needing to go find the king.

not that much of a lie, but you couldn't exactly find another way to escape the situation. you gave her one last twirl and rushed off to another corner of the ballroom, good lord the king couldn't be more invisible today, on coronation day of all days too? you haven't seen him in hours.

"you look lost".

you jump from your spot, startled by the sudden voice. you only relax when you catch sight of the one man you've been searching for the entire night. "good lord jeno! don't do that!"

the newly appointed king smiles, eyes forming into crescents. "sorry, i couldn't resist".

your eyebrows furrow, indignation in your eyes. "do you know how long i've been looking for you? i assumed you bailed on your own coronation".

"you think so lowly of me" jeno sighs, batting his eyelashes excessively. "mother was being hard on me".

you narrow your eyes. "i'm sure it's just the usual, she's looking out for you".

"it's all piling up pretty quickly though, this room is so.. hot don't you think?"

jeno's eye twitches, the irritation getting to him quickly. "it's only a few more hours, i can get through it".

he's muttering, a clear indication he doesn't exactly have faith in his own words. his habits are customary for you to pick up on, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, you have to distract him.

"hey, did you know they made strawberry scones?"

you whisper the word of the baked treats, a little nod to a joke you two have. jeno immediately snickers, looking down at the floor. he almost looks astonished, as if he couldn't believe such a thing. "scones? you're serious?"

"so serious".

all jeno can do is sigh, not exactly disappointed, but not exactly impressed either. "i can't even eat anything, is it really that weird i don't want marriage at this time in my life?"

"they say most kings need queens".

jeno scrunches his nose, those words upset him clearly. "i thought mother would be angry but it's just everyone else.. i can do well on my own, i have you by my side".

you can barely fight your smile. you always wonder why he decides to say things like this, your heart pounds against your chest. maybe their just normal words to him, but to you? they aren't just words. they're so much more. if you feel the room grow hotter, no one should know that.

"you're bound to do well anyway, i'm just a little tick at your side".

"there's no need for such irrelevant words, you're much more than that".

you let another sigh leave your lips, he's so sweet, the man you've known for as long as you remember is simply the same sweet boy you met while sneaking through the kitchen to eat cake in the wee hours of the night. nothing has really changed.

lee jeno is simply wonderful.

"oh you flatter me" you choose to respond, fanning your face to accompany your dramatic tone of voice. "choosing me as your courtier? surely there were better candidates".

"no one was better than you, it was barely a challenge".

he doesn't glance at you, instead focused on the many decorated tarts on the table. "i cannot stomach these".

you chuckle. "you could at least try them".

"i might vomit".

"don't be so vile your majesty" na jaemin places a light hand on jeno's shoulder. "give credence to the chefs".

"i'm not demeaning their efforts, it looks good yes but i can't eat anything right now".

"it's not just you.."

your silent mutter earns a small smile from jeno, and he sighs. "i see none of you have a shortage of admirers, courtesy of our new king of course".

those words just get the slightest hint of a chuckle out of you, your shoulder shaking as you try to hide your laugh. you miss the incredulous look jeno gives you, too amused by the comment.

"are you actually laughing at that?" you only laugh again when you hear the offense in his tone. you can barely contain your giggles, but you have no idea why the statement is so funny.

"no not at all" you shake your head midway through your fit, mouth twitching as you try your best to stifle your smile. "i would never".

jeno narrows his eyes, and you just barely make it through eye contact without breaking under his gaze. "see? y/n enjoys my joke".

"it wasn't even a joke".

jaemin lets out a loud 'hmph', just the slightest bit upset. "you don't understand my comedy your majesty".

jeno sighs, why is he even beginning to argue with him? it's all useless anyway, he's just running into a wall. "maybe you won't come to another event at the palace then".

you almost laugh again, but jeno glares peripherally, so you suck in a breath.

"what a snippy king you are, surely you'll get along with your subjects".

"is that your attempt at sarcasm?"

"nope, just a show of truth".

jeno scoffs, an eye roll being his silent response to jaemin's smile. you glance between the two, sensing a budding tension. you have to kill this.

"you haven't happened to see mark have you?"

the na suddenly brightens, a light bulb going off in his mind. "oh you're correct! i have to discuss kingdom relations with him! you're a blessing y/n, enjoy your night your majesty!"

jeno narrows his eyes, irked at the exaggerated pitch of his voice. you simply smile, waving him a goodbye as he skips away, the man beside you immediately scoffing once he's far enough of a way. "he's truly a.. character".

"i think eccentric is the word you're looking for".

"you truly do get me l/n".

you chuckle, feeling your cheeks flare up.

it's just the heat of the room, it's just super hot in here, i'm being squeezed to death by this suit.

yeah, what an amazing excuse.

"if you aren't gonna eat, then what exactly do you plan to do?"

"i originally wanted to use feeling bad as an excuse to avoid dancing but.." he pokes your shoulder, motioning toward a group of woman eyeing him like candy, he probably wouldn't be able to escape them if they decided to come over. "they know i'm feeling just fine" he whispers to you, and you stifle your laughter by putting your head down.

"you can just turn down advances, you know".

"as if you don't make excuses to scurry away from waltzing, i know how you play".

you lightly nudge him, he did get you there. his lips turn up in victory, and you resist your eye rolls. "you're ridiculous, your majesty".

jeno furrows his eyebrows. "don't call me that".

"it's your title".

jeno's lips press into a thin line. "it sounds lousy coming from you".

"lousy?" you probably would be offended if not for knowing jeno.

"it doesn't make any sense, we've been friends forever, don't just switch like that".

"i'm technically your staff now".

"you'll always be my friend first.."

you don't even fight your smile at this point. did you say lee jeno was wonderful already? oh who cares? he is. he is so wonderful. in his own strange way, his eyes sparkle as he stares, a barrage of stars hidden in his irises. "okay jeno, i see".

jeno hums, again glancing at the center of the room. he scratches at the pure white tablecloth with his nail, you can practically hear him thinking. "would you like to dance?"

you blink, completely puzzled. "what?"

now it's his turn to laugh at the expression gracing your features. "i'm asking for a dance, with you".

"you usually dance with your staff?"

"you're more than that, don't start".

he holds out his hand, beckoning for you to take it. waltzing with the king? you've surely been blessed tonight. his empty hand practically speaks to you, begging for you to take it. you have nothing to lose y/n, there is no need to be nervous about it y/n.

you stare for a moment, the skin of his hand looks soft.

you sigh, you really can't resist lee jeno. you take his empty hand, your fingers intertwining as they fall together. his hands are just as soft as you imagined they would be, how fitting.

"you agreed without a single indirect comment".

"i'm simply speechless".

jeno seems amazed by such a prospect. "and why is that?"

"you want us to dance? is there any specific reason?" you lace both of your hands together, sighing in contentment as you begin stepping in motion.

"does there have to be? i happen to enjoy dancing with my friends".

friends, right.

"you just sprung it on me all of a sudden, i'm a little puzzled.." you mutter, successfully able to avoid his eyes considering you had to worry about not stepping on his feet.

"you can't see how attractive you are, y/n".

see this? this. how does lee jeno expect for you to act sane when he says stuff like this? does he even consider how you're feeling? how do you let him get away with this?

you let a breath fall from your lips, making sure to focus on the rhythm. "oh.. and you can?"

"it all just comes down to how i see you through my eyes".

is this some sort of romantic thing? is this a build up for him to ask for your hand in marriage?

now why would you ever assume that?

your about to inquire once more, and jeno senses that, because he cuts you off. "is there a reason to question it? you should've read my mind already".

"things can change, i assumed any of the other pretty women would be your pick".

jeno finds that amusing, indicated by the way his lips turn up to reveal a smile. "can't you stop questioning my decisions now? you're my right hand, i think it's obvious why i chose you".

you stare, mouth going dry. you pretty much have no responses left, you can't fight him on it anymore.

"you're sometimes an enigma to me".

and maybe lee jeno doesn't know how to respond to that one.

IT'S NOTHING SHORT OF overwhelming, you'll never be able to understand what jeno is feeling, but you can practically feel the anxiety permeating from him. he takes all the kingly responsibilities with fear hidden behind his eyes, it's a lot, and maybe he feels as if he isn't ready yet. you can sense his thoughts at this point, lee jeno is an open book to you.

"you haven't slept yet?"

"hard to sleep at a time like this" jeno mutters, caressing the material of his nightgown. he admires the night moon through the window, the light pretty much illuminating the whole kingdom. "i didn't mess up did i?"

"mess up what? you're spectacular".

he doesn't look away from the window, simply makes eye contact with you through the glass. "i want to make sure everything is okay, can't fall asleep feeling so.. nauseous".

"do you want tea?" you inquire, fingers beginning to pick at your nails.

he immediately shakes his head. "no need to bother the castle staff".

"i mean.. i could make you tea".

"don't waste your time" jeno replies, finally peeling his eyes off the moon to walk over to his desk.

you snicker. "it always helps you sleep, don't want to be sleepless at your first meeting as king".

"you're really taking that advisor role seriously now".

"there's a difference between being an advisor and being a friend who looks after you".

"you're really beginning to blur those lines.." he states with a hidden feeling of distaste.

you raise an eyebrow, puzzled. is he angry with you or something? he doesn't exactly seem pleased by your presence. a small breath falls from your lips, a breath jeno hears. "clock's about to strike midnight, make sure you get sleep".

"can't you stay for a while?"

you pause at that. okay, so maybe you're wrong. maybe he isn't exactly sick of your presence, maybe you aren't as good at reading him as you assumed. "how long is a while supposed to mean?"

"just until i get sleepy".

so he just wants to talk, alright, you can deal with it. "it isn't tea that helps me sleep, it's you".

the words seem too honest to have any feigned meaning. you can believe he isn't just uttering them to please you, he continues to catch you by surprise. he sits beside you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. "i'm afraid of not fulfilling everything my father did, it's scary how fast it all is going, what if i don't do well?"

"well there's no need to worry" your hand graces his, but your eyes avoid his. "even as a prince you were at the top of it all, you aren't your father, and i know you're going to be exceptional, i'm right here, you know i always am".

jeno stares, fully taking your hand and basking in the warmth of the feeling. "choosing you as my courtier was a good idea.. you understand me".

"is that flattery i hear?"

"simply the truth.." jeno mutters, fingers softly intertwining with yours. "were like soulmates aren't we?"

ah. there's that word.

soulmates. is that really what you two are? is that the essence of your bond? you two fit. even the king thinks so.

"soulmates?" you whisper, not really looking for an answer, simply trying to figure out exactly why he decided to say that word.

jeno hums, agreeing with your question-not-question. his finger caressing the back of your palm, there's a certain feeling hidden in that hum you can't exactly decipher. it must be pleasantry, maybe satisfaction, you have no idea how to read him at the moment, and that prospect sends alarm bells ringing through your mind.

what is going on?

"mother told me certain people are simply made for each other, sometimes i feel as if the world handed you to me, you're my symbol of luck".

your lips press together, words dying in your throat. jeno doesn't mind the silence, simply basking in the air of the room, your hands squeezing against each other.

a small gust of wind drifts in through the open window, his eyes closing momentarily. "you say things that confuse me sometimes.."

"it's late, i'm overwhelmed".

your hands stay the together, the puzzled nature of your mind not exactly willing itself away. "maybe i'll take you up on that offer for tea".

you light up immediately, the upward curve of your lips being parroted by your eyes. "i'll come with you".

your chuckle is breathless, and your fingers slip from his, catching just the smallest slight of his smile dropping in your peripheral vision. "it's so late, though".

jeno uncharacteristically snorts, slipping on a thin layer to protect him from the cold. "i assure you that the night breeze won't take me away".

your narrow your eyes, opting to scrunch your nose at his show of sarcasm. "alright then, come on" you offer out your hand, an action reminiscent of the very one he performed earlier tonight when asking you to dance.

he takes your own hands rather quickly, the comforting feeling of your intertwined fingers is homely, something you two have both found comfort in with the long stretch of time consisting of your friendship.

it's a firm hold, one that could provide you enough safety and security in a terrible place.

"holding hands with your advisor must be typically frowned upon".

it's joke, tease on the tip of your tongue as you two walk the wall with your fingers intertwined, appearing as some sort of couple.

you'd be a pretty cute couple, you consider.

jeno closes one eye as he contemplates his next fit of words, but there's a strange smile on his face, whistling in the air. "i don't care what others think".

your chuckle is again breathy, and you decide to stick your gaze onto the floor.

lee jeno is a huge enigma, yes, but figuring him out is about the most engaging thing you can say works.

THOUGH LEE JENO IS a sweetheart, he is also just infuriating in the worst way possible. weeks pass from his coronation, kingly responsibilities seemingly taking years and years from him. you thank the ones above for jeno having chosen you as his courtier, because if you simply remained a regular noble, you wouldn't see him for hours upon hours of eligible days.

jeno has never been good at taking breaks, and the hours he spends locked away behind the stupidly large doors of his father's former office clearly indicate you of that.

you can barely contain your eye rolls when he makes up excuses at breakfast, his eye bags growing much more prominent as the weeks pass by.

you bite your tongue once he sends you occasional glares, your worries now kept in your mind.

you're an advisor, yes, but you can barely even attempt to bring up his newly terrible routine without him shutting you down.

it's an order, lord, you really want to punch lee jeno sometimes.

"donghyuck takes me for a fool, can you believe that?" your irritation is endless as you suck your teeth, dropping a stack of papers atop jeno's desk.

jeno leaves your inquiry unanswered, your eyebrows raising in retaliation to that silence. his eyes trail off into the darkness of the shrouded night sky, fingers tapping on the stack of papers placed onto his desk. "hello? someone in there?"

jeno glances in your direction, and you suck your teeth, irritation skyrocketing. "what's wrong?"

your tongue prods at the side of your cheek, arms crossing defensively over your chest. "i should be asking you such a question".

jeno narrows his eyes accusingly, and you manage the nicest scoff which can escape your lips. "jeno, midnight is rounding the corner".

"i'm not tired".

"yes you are".

jeno's glare settles something terrible in your stomach, your hands dropping at your sides. you lick your teeth, rolling your eyes. you step closer to him, turning his chair around. "are you going to try to convince me all the exhaustion is a front?"

"i'm.. fine".

"you're typical word of choice" your arms cross above your chest, disappointment etched on your features. your hands settle on his shoulders, and jeno simply watches as you keep him grounded in his place. "when was the last time you slept?"

"is sleep really that important?"

"is sleep really that important?" you mock with your hands on your hips, slapping his shoulder with a curse on the tip of your tongue. "you're an idiot".

"i can have you beheaded, you know".

"try me" you bite back, hand again trailing onto his shoulder. "it's time for you to sleep".

his fingers grasp at your wrist rather quickly, an immediate act of defiance. of course. your glare is as quick as it is tired, but you don't immediately attempt to escape his grip, instead scrunching your face. "you're acting like a child".

"i still have things i need to do".

"things you can do in the morning, you shouldn't argue with me".

how is it always that when you question his well being he chooses to fight you on it? you find that spectacle of him to be the most infuriating. "i think part of being king is learning to sacrifice the luxury of sleep".

you tsk, shaking out of his grip. "that isn't exactly convincing".

"it wasn't meant to be".

you question his integrity, licking your teeth. "jeno, as your trusted advisor, i advise that you need a good twelve hours of sleep".

"i haven't been awake that long".

"almost two days whole is pretty long" your eyelashes flutter, extending out your hand for him to take. "it's a good time to sleep now".

jeno sighs. "y/n".

"jeno" your teeth grit, right eye twitching at his stubbornness. "sleep, now".

it's astounding how easily the king follows your orders, you assume it's something concerning your tone, maybe it's the way you stare that gives him the unknown feeling of being small. jeno takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

you click your tongue at his eventual obedience, gaze softening. "you could at least not look at me like.. that".

you cast him a look. "it's not like i threatened you".

jeno narrows his eyes. "i'm inclined to disagree".

"nothing physical happened, you can't make a case against me".

he doesn't seem to like the display of sarcasm. "you seem quite content with that outcome".

"i didn't say anything".

your pointer finger completely directs itself in front of his face. "if i find out you aren't sleeping".

jeno finds this display to be the one of amusement. "now this is a threat".

you merely tilt your head. "maybe i'll finish you off myself, then you'll finally sleep".

jeno's gasp is of audacity, yet your grip nor your pointer finger neither falters. "that's awfully sweet of you to say".

you pay no mind to the sarcasm thrown your way, squeezing his fingertips that just happen to be pressing against yours. "a good king won't risk fainting at his upcoming announcement, get to sleep, it shouldn't be that difficult with all of this fatigue coursing through you".

"y/n.."

"jeno, quiet, i care, just.. sleep, i'll take care of everything".

"you don't have to".

you, again, scoff. "it's my job, jeno" your hand graces his shoulder, gaze still. you look even more exhausted than he is, sucking a breath between your teeth. "besides, i'm always here".

jeno pauses, staring at you with a gaze that you could only describe as.. loving.

affection, in all it's forms, has always been apart of your friendship. from the moment you two met as kids, it was established in the air, no words having to be said, just actions having to be performed.

your eyes don't stray from him, and neither does his from yours, it's a silent exchange that settles into the air, nothing verbal, simply stares.

stares can mean a lot apparently.

"i know".

you raise an eyebrow, watching him contemplate his next course of speech. "are you gonna stay with me tonight?"

you blink. "would you like for me to?"

jeno keeps your hands locked in place, forbidding your fingers from slipping apart. it's important to him that they don't. he remains standing before his bedroom door with your fingers intertwined, it's something that seems to be a tradition at this point.

"i'd love for you too".

love. love. love? that's what it must be.

maybe that explains why, even in all his mystery, lee jeno is simply so alluring. it's love. it isn't the replica of love that you felt for him back when you were young and naive, no, it's grown into something more.. determined.

you're in love with lee jeno, which, when you think about it, isn't as much of a revelation as any other result that could've been the case. your lips part, and you clear your throat as to keep your words to yourself.

you opt to sigh, letting your gaze fall to the floor. "give me a minute".

and you can't help your smile when jeno smiles, it's simply to difficult to ignore.

[mssorceressupreme]

hiii, i really love your minho ficc, its just so good 😭. and i wonder if i could make a request? anw, im sorry for my bad english 🫠

it's minho x fem reader, when the reader is her gf and the one who caught the flare instead of newt when trying to save him from wicked

hiii thank you bae 🥹🫶🏼 of course, I’m delighted to write this for you!! I wasn’t sure if you wanted said reader to live or die for this but for the sake of a happy ending I’ll make a her live LMAOO but I’ll still make it angsty-ish?

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Lose You

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: in which you caught the flare, and Minho will do anything not to lose you.

Warnings: mentions of blood, collapsing, injuries and explosions

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The Last city was chaos—fire and smoke filled the air, the deafening sounds of battle surrounded you. You clung to consciousness, your vision blurring as you fled WCKD’s facility.

Thomas, Newt and Gally were ahead, their figures barely visible through the haze, but Minho stood right beside you, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring.

“Keep moving guys!” Thomas shouted over his shoulder, though he paid a little more attention to you as he knew about your condition. Minho on the other hand, was oblivious.

You guys had just escaped the facility, no way were you going to break the news to him so soon. Especially since you knew that he would hate himself for not being able to keep you safe given his protective nature.

You nodded, trying to keep up with Thomas, but each step felt like a monumental effort. The adrenaline that had fuelled your rescue mission was fading, replaced by a deep, gnawing fatigue.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. The world around you spun, and your injuries from fighting the WCKD soldiers previously were worsening.

The boys came to a halt and the five of you stopped behind a pillar, shielding yourselves from the gunfires and erupting explosions temporarily.

“We’re almost there, just need to wait for a clear coast.” Gally affirmed, glancing to you swiftly to check if you were alright.

You gasped, inhaling for air, before your legs gave in, “Minho…” you weakly called out.

Minho caught you in his arms to stop your fall, gently stroking your head, “Y/N!” His voice was frantic while he held you upright.

You tried to speak to reassure him, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you looked up at him, your vision dimming and saw the panic in his eyes.

You felt your chest tightening and your lungs closing in on you, breathing was a struggle but you continued panting and gasping for air and coughing.

Minho was saying something but you found it hard to focus. All you could see was the way his face twisted in fear and concern.

Another bomb exploded near you, causing the five of you to stumble.

“Stay low guys!” Newt yelled out, “Don’t breathe in the smoke!”

“Y/N stay with me,” Minho begged, while sitting on the floor to get a firmer grip of you, while you rested in his lap. Thomas helped lower you down to prevent you from getting injured further.

Minho glanced down at your arm, and his eyes widened in horror.

You followed his gaze and saw the dark, web-like veins spreading all over your arm. Your heart sank as you realised how quickly the virus had spread, you felt that your chances of surviving were now slim.

“No,” Minho whispered, his voice trembling, “No, no, no….”

“Minho…” You managed to choke out.

He lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “We’re going to get you out of here,” he assured, “I’m not losing you, do you hear me? I’m not losing you!”

Newt came to check up on you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “Brenda has the serum, we’ve got to get to her now!”

“How long has she been like this?…” Minho whispered to Newt, not wanting me to hear.

Thomas answered before Newt, “She’ll be alright, let’s just get her to the serum. She’ll be okay Minho.” He put his arm on Minho’s shoulder as a form of consolation.

“We need to move now!” Gally commanded, helping you up from Minho’s lap.

“I’ll carry her! You guys cover me!” Minho shouted, while picking you up bridal style, holding you closely to his chest.

The battle raged around you, but Minho moved with a single-minded focus, dodging gunfire and explosions. You could feel his heart pounding against you, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

Thomas and Newt reappeared, “How is she holding up?”

You were still breathing heavily and rapidly, gasping for every bit of oxygen.

Minho lifted your sleeve, “It’s spreading like wildfire…” his voice wavering slightly.

“We need to get her to the Berg now.” Thomas firmly said, loading up his gun before running through the battling city again.

As Minho ran, you could feel your consciousness slipping. The edges of your vision darkened and your body felt heavier with each passing second. You tried to keep your eyes open, to stay focused, but the flare was growing stronger, darkening your mind.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” He whispered, “Stay with me baby.”

Just then, your mind became total blackness.

A violent shudder wracked your body, a guttural growl escaped your lips. Your limbs twisted in unnatural angles, feeling an overwhelming urge to lash out. The world around you turned red and you shoved Minho with inhuman strength, causing him to drop you from his arms.

“Y/N, NO!” Minho shouted, voice filled with horror and desperation.

You growled at him again, black blood dripping from your mouth. Eyes bloodshot, veins popping out from your neck and arms.

You then lunged at Minho, nails sharp, a snarl escaping your lips. Your mind screamed at your body to stop, but the flare had taken over, turning you into a crank.

Minho dodged the attacks, eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and pleas, “Y/N! It’s me, Minho!”

You ignored him and continued to attack, trying to lunge at him with a knife.

“Gally, Thomas, Newt! Run ahead and get the serum from Brenda now!” Minho shouted, the other three fleeing as a result.

“I’m not fighting you! I refuse to!” He yelled, dodging every hit.

“Y/N, fight it!” He pleaded, dodging yet another swipe.

“I can’t…” the human side of you managed to whisper, before the flare occupied your mind again.

“I know you’re in there. Fight it!” He managed to pin you down, being on top of you.

Your body moved on its own, a primal urge to destroy and fight everything in your path. Minho blocked your attacks, eyes filled with tears.

Minutes felt like hours as you fought, each movement filled with pain and sorrow. Just when you thought you would lose yourself completely, you heard footsteps approaching.

Thomas appeared clutching the serum, “Catch!” He tossed it to Minho.

Thomas threw the serum to Minho. With one last sorrowful look at you, he plunged the needle into your arm. The effect was immediate.

The red haze lifted, and your body went limp. Darkness consumed you and you collapsed into Minho’s arms. Total darkness.

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You slowly opened your eyes, the chaos was gone. You sat up and checked your surroundings, to your surprise, you were lying in the Berg, its engines humming softly. There were around 30 kids here, along with your fellow gladers.

Minho sat beside you, his hand clasped tightly around yours.

“Minho?” You croaked, your voice weak.

His eyes snapped to yours, relief flooding his face. “Y/N! You’re awake!!”

“I…I thought I lost you.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face, “I had a dream we fought and…oh, I’m so sorry…”

He pulled you into his arms, “It’s alright baby. You’re safe now,” he said, “We’re heading to the Safe Haven. We made it.”

You smiled weakly, heart swelling with love and relief, “I love you, Minho.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

As the Berg soared through the sky, you knew you had a long road ahead, but with Minho by your side, you felt ready to take on the next challenge. Together, you would find a way to survive and build a new life in the Safe Haven.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Prophecies

Canis Minor (2)

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> requested? no!

> content/warnings: idk what the fuck this is so idk what warnings i should put 🤷🏻‍♀️

> a/n: literally a writer's random thought to another taylor swift song, anw here's the song. Guilty as Sin? tbh i don't know if the song connects to the story but who cares? oh, i do 😭

Drowning in the Blue Nile

She sent me 'Downtown Lights'

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

“In what universe did she ever say that to you?” Vlad, may the universe bless his nonexistent soul, asked you.

Meeting Vlad in your first year of teaching was not part of your itinerary in Nevermore, especially befriending the vampire. Yet, things just seemed so normal when you were with him. His straightforwardness stilled you to the ground, and your imagination led him to the stars. You'd assume it was a friendship between the skies themselves. But as time went by, you couldn’t help but feel irritated, as his memory seemed to fail him once more in your latest gossip discourse.

Scratching your nape, you turned to observe the plants sitting on your windowsill. “If my memory serves me right,” you hummed and gave Vlad a glance. “The other night?”

Rolling his eyes, Vlad took a swig of his bloody Mary. “You were with Marilyn the other night.” Lowering his drink to the table, he tsked before giving you a disapproving shake of his head. “I do not like this side of you.”

“That makes the two of us.”

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

Crashing into her tonight

She’s a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

“How long have you had forget-me-nots in the greenhouse, Mar?”

Marilyn hummed before looking at you and then at the flowers you now hold. “I’ve had them since I moved here.”

Frowning, you set the pot down and walked towards Marilyn. “I was there when you moved here, was I not?” Sitting on a chair next to her, you watched Marilyn weed her plants and toss them in the bin next to her.

Kneeling upright, Marilyn took a quick look at you before going to her desk. She took a picture frame and gave it to you before kneeling down to continue her work. Inside the frame was a picture of the faculty, with Marilyn and Larissa in the middle, you on Larissa’s left, and Vlad on yours. You traced the picture down to the date signed below it.

11/23/22

Nevermore Faculty

Holding the picture tight, you frowned as you jogged your memory to remember what happened that day. Yet, after minutes of trying, the only thing you got was a migraine. You groaned and went to Marilyn’s desk to return the frame to its rightful place. “Thank you, Mar. I’m afraid I have to go now.”

Watching you leave the greenhouse, Marilyn sighed. She didn’t know how to tell you. And she’s sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one telling you. Let Vlad or whoever else tell you, just not her. No, scratch that, not Vlad. There was only one person who would tell you. It needs to be that person. Not your friends. It needs to be her.

What if she's written 'mine' on my upper thigh?

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

“It is getting worse, Marilyn!”

“We can’t tell her, Vlad, not us.”

Sighing, Marilyn watched as Vlad paced vigorously in her office. Although you were their friend, it was not their story to share with you. They couldn’t tell you the whole story without the other side. They couldn't let you hate her while she resents herself for allowing what happened to you to happen.

“The school will open in a few weeks, Mar. She cannot stay in that godforsaken office until then. We need someone to boss us around!” Marilyn understood where Vlad was coming from. In three weeks, the gates of Nevermore will be opened, and the principal has yet to come out of her office. Since the incident, Larissa has chosen to hide within her office. And as the days pass, one by one, the members of the faculty start to lose their minds. They do not know how to function without Larissa, the lone similarity all of them shared.

“She is punishing herself.” Groaning, Vlad opened his bottle of whiskey and took a swig.

“Vlad!” Marilyn hissed as the coach slumped beside her. “It is the middle of the day!”

“And? What is your point, dear friend?” With that, Marilyn slapped Vlad’s arm and left the office to tend the greenhouse.

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Kicking down her office door was not part of the plan, to Marilyn, that is. But for Vlad? It was the first plan B he thought of if Larissa didn’t open the door for them as they knocked. “Larissa! There you are!”

Feeling for the light switch, Marilyn narrowed her eyes as she turned the light on. Only to find the office devoid of any life, apart from a rather emotionless Larissa. “Principal Weems, we apologize for kicking your office door open.” She slapped Vlad on the arm, earning her a scoff from the vampire. Giving Vlad a glare, she tilted her head toward Larissa.

“Ugh, fine.” Marilyn heard Vlad whisper, “I apologize for kicking your door open.” Strolling forward, Vlad sat in front of Larissa’s desk, making Marilyn shake her head in disapproval. “Unbelievable,” she whispered.

Tapping the desk to get Larissa’s attention, Vlad observed the woman before him. This wasn’t the same woman who hired him. That woman was fierce, and the woman in front of him was weak, lifeless, and emotionless. “Larissa, speak to us.” Vlad saw Marilyn join him in his peripheral vision and nodded towards the redhead.

“Please, Principal Weems.”

Turning to look at the two teachers before her, Larissa’s eyes turned glassy. Yet she blinked them away, not wanting her colleagues to see her so sensitive. “Yes, Coach Vlad? Marilyn?”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Letting out a chuckle, Larissa rolled her eyes. “Do not patronize me, Vlad.”

Frowning, Marilyn shook her head and took Larissa’s hand in hers. “It’s true. It wasn’t your fault, Larissa. None of it was. It was an incident beyond your control.” Marilyn tightened her hold on the blonde’s hand, desperately trying to let the blonde believe that what happened to you was not her fault.

“It was an incident only she could control,” Vlad added. This made Larissa turn her head toward him, her eyes asking what he meant.

“She,” Vlad gave Marilyn a look before continuing, “had visions of the incident happening, yet she did nothing to prevent it.”

“Why?”

“Visions come to her like prophecies, Larissa. Surely you know why they are called that?” Vlad asked his boss humorously. “Changing a prophecy would mean changing the course of someone’s future.” Shaking his head, Vlad stood up and went to the nearest window. Catching you teaching one of the faculty your tricks in archery, he let out a teary chuckle before turning to look at the women in the room.

“It would mean changing the course of your future, and she couldn’t do that to you. Not when she understands that in every future you have, she isn’t part of it.”

Without ever touching her skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

[dandydanthelion]

asra, nadia, muriel, lucio

alternative fursona

julian as a hooded crow!! uh kind of... i ended up making him more of a hybrid of a hooded crow and a raven

his sister is next! anw rambling under the cut

now i know, i know, his fursona is a raven but i just didnt wanna draw the hanged man with julian clothes so to differentiate them, i made julian into a hooded crow. why hooded crow specifically? well because

do you see my vision

anw like i said, i ended up making him more of a hybrid. i gave him raven's fluffier neck and the wedge-shapped tail. for the crow features, other than the white/greyish markings that hooded crows have, i gave julian a crow beak (not curvy and not as big as a raven's) and also the "caw" noises, ravens dont do that (they do more of a deep croaking noise). also i like to think hes more of a raven size (which is bigger than crows)

ok so crows and ravens dont actually hybridized, since theyre actually rivals and all of that. but!!! there is one recorded case in 1990

"The hybrid babies were larger than crow babies (more raven-sized), and their tails also had the wedge shape that ravens have. However, their heads were more like that of a crow. Their bills were shorter than crows normally have, and the bills had a bit of yellow on the gape."

ok thats all, this was really fun to do research on :)

[jgracie]

Who are your fancast for Travis and Connor,because I’ve seen people using Matt and Chris Sturniolo and that’s why i thought that the stolls were also twins.But now I want to know who do you picture as them?

omg hi anon!!! i acc do not have fancasts for them BUT if i did have fancasts they wouldn’t be the sturniolos 😭 i’ve seen that around a lot and like i can see the vision but it’s just not My vision yk!!! anw i went scouring the internet for ppl who look like what i imagine the stolls in my head and this is what i found :)

travis (@/blade.steezy on insta)

connor (@/jacksonpassaglia on insta)

[mayoiayasep]

1 ♡

rei center bc his specialty is jazz dance and i need to see him do it more. please god. anw i don’t want there to be any drama in this shuffle so the plots here is that they all have a listening party to a bunch of jazz cds that rei definitely has in his dorm room trust me he told me himself. i think kohaku would sound sooo good. i think the outfits would be suit adjacent but also i need 1920s flapper style dress on rei. for my mental health

do you see my vision

i think the dynamics in the shuffle would be fun like kohaku and rei dynamic has been somewhere in my brain ever since la mort. also kohaai<3 makoto and kuro too i think they would have fun

anwwww song wise i did want a slow songs but the song i was thinking about i don’t think would work with a group so ummm. either rabuka or queen of hearts by kanon69

[soov-archived]

hi rei! can you give me tips on how to write like you and improve my vocabulary? please i badly wanna write so good like you 😭😭😭😭

HELLO ANON!!!!! dhdhkf thank you sm 😿 that's such a huge compliment, tyvm!! <3

i'm not the best person to ask something like that bc even tho i've been speaking english since i was born, i still don't feel like my english is the best ?? ANW i'm not a pro writer but here are the tips that i use 😻😻

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i really like using synonyms instead of the word i first thought of when writing!!

for example, if i was gonna write “he likes champagne”, i change it to “he adores champagne”, or even something a bit more fancy (?) like “he relishes the champagne's bitter taste” (THAT SUCKED IM SORRYBUT YKWIM). when i do that i feel like my writing gets richer / better in some sense.

i don't like to keep repeating words or the same sentence structure, but i frequently can't jump out of it by myself. so what i do is search up “sentence starters” when i'm REALLY stuck and can't move on with my scene.

dictionaries (online or physical) are absolute LIFESAVERS !!! they normally have synonyms for the words so 🙏🙏 they're a blessing when you don't want to keep repeating the same thing over and over :)) this site is also amazing for adjective synonyms <3

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i also like putting details in the work instead of letting the whole thing plain...

...but sometimes i struggle with these details. like i tried to show in the first tip, it's cooler if you try to add things related to the five senses instead of only vision and audition (at least from my point of view).

like, when you're talking to someone, you're not only seeing their face and listening to them. depending on the environment, you're also smelling scents, feeling things w your hands or pain in your body, tasting something, or even thinking about a different thing that's not what your companion is talking about. these feelings also help to make the text richer!!

for example, imagine that two people are walking around the city and talking about pancakes (?), and the details are in bold :)

“pancakes with maple syrup are awful,” mary cringes, stuffing her left pocket with her manicured hand. “how can people enjoy it?”

daniel nods fervently. “exactly my thoughts!”

his knees falter, limbs burning after walking for three hours incessantly. daniel ponders for a minute while his friend keeps babbling, and his stomach rumbles. “yeah, but seriously, i'd eat a pile of pancakes with syrup right now if i could. i'm starving to death here.”

see ?? if you removed them, the text would still be good, but the details help the reader (and you) to imagine the scene more clearly.

OH but if you're struggling w them like i said i do sometimes, don't get attached to these details. in other words, don't stop or get stuck in a scene simply because you can't put loooots of small things. you don't need to overdo it. keep writing fun by making it enjoyable to you.

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talking about writing being enjoyable...

don't compare your writing to other person's writing and enjoy the process!!

what you do is unique and amazing. a thing that i learned here on tumblr is that there are times when you hate your writing, but lots of people enjoy it. 85% of the time i post a work that i despised, and think that i could do better. but when i see comments or reblogs w feedback i feel extremely happy because ppl liked it :)

+ even if you don't get a lot of feedback, don't think that your writing is bad, because it's not. every single writer in this world is still learning how to write. and don't write for the others, but firstly, write to yourself. try out new things or stay in your comfort zone, you don't need to make anyone happy but yourself, okay?

+ don't compare the amount of words you write with the others or things like that. i see lots of authors putting word trackers for their fics, and that's not wrong in any way but v cool!!! but if you feel pressured by those because your fic is not being written with the same pace that the other person, ignore it! write things on your own time.

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now, the not too enjoyable part

always plan your work before writing it !!!!!!!

yes, it sucks. yes, it is boring as hell. but at least have an outline (it can be a veeery big one) for your work. if you're feeling inspired, just go brainstorming ideas messily, and then sort their order out.

like, you can just write “they meet each other at X place, they become friends, they discover something about the other's past, they fight, they make up, end.”, or make it v detailed w dialogues and other things. you can make a simplified outline and write more ideas for the scenes as time goes by!!

i follow the “introduction > development > climax > ending” pattern. obviously, you don't need to follow it too or write an even amount of paragraphs for each one. again, writing should be fun, so make it fun!

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this tip is related to planning so :) yea

when you're writing a scene but can't go on, move to the next scene

even if you planned it out detail to detail, you may not get to write the moment exactly like you wanted every time. when this happens, it's better that you move on to the next one that you really wanted to write, and let the other to rot LMAO. just get back to writing it when you feel like you're ready, and try to not pressure yourself to write it or listen to anyone who might be pressuring you!

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last tip (?) more like a personal opinion.

i don't like to read other people's works to get inspiration from them / observe how they write. it just doesn't work for me because i feel like i don't get any inspiration at all or improve my vocabulary because of that (i still love to read tho 😿😿). plus, i think that getting inspiration from a fixed person might result on you subconsciously copying them once in a while, that's why i never read analyzing anyone's writing.

if it works for you though, do read lots of works while observing the author's mannerisms and things like that!

but however howbeit nonetheless yet anyway anyhow ‼️‼️ read a lot, even if you take or not inspiration from other works. it's important to always consume content to help your creativity flow better :D

oh and random fact ? but i revise my works on grammarly so it might help you too if you don't have a beta reader !!

again, i'm not a professional! these are the things i do when writing, and i hope they'll help you too!!! <3

[satorhime]

hiii!!! i’m new to tumblr and i want to start writing fics of my own, do you have any tips that you don’t mind sharing ? i love ur work btw <333

hi !! welcome >< i’m half asleep right now and i may have to reblog this later but this is advice i honestly follow myself & it may not work for you but i’ll try anw !!

the most important thing is writing for yourself. if you write with the mindset to make others happy by only writing popular trends or things that’ll get you a quick 1k, you’ll ruin the experience for yourself. this isn’t to be confused with wanting recognition and circulation for your work, but rather enjoying your own writing and writing what you want to write.

don’t be afraid to switch fonts, sites you write on, documents, etc. sometimes i start a fic on google docs and end up finishing it in tumblr drafts because that’s the only way i’ll get it done.

if you’re stuck on certain parts of fics or you have writer’s block, step away from the wip for a while and try to approach it with a new mind. sleep on it !!! and if you’re still stuck, maybe your block is around to stay for a while and that’s okay. don’t force it. take a break and read some fics, see how other people write similar content, etc.

your outline doesn’t have to be perfect. it’s the first draft. it can look like whatever. most of my outlines are literally just “he said, she nodded, enter more poetic words here.” also, make as many drafts as you need. sometimes when i start a new draft, it’s refreshing and i look at my fic with fresh eyes.

try your hardest not to compare yourself with other writers. your writing doesn’t suck and no one is better than anyone. it’s fanfiction and it can be anything you want.

create your own writing speed! some writers write fast, and some (like me) are slow. fandom has changed a lot over the years and a lot of people think that fanfiction is supposed to be shucked out almost everyday. this is not true. back in my day we used to wait a whole year for a new chapter to be released. fanfiction is a treat, not a necessity. if anyone tries to rush you, tell them they can live without it lmao.

set boundaries on your blog and don’t be afraid to enforce them.

as for traction, this is a hit or miss for everyone. whether we like it or not, we are content creators and want recognition for our hard work. my only advice is to not rely too much on tags, and open taglists. don’t tag blank blogs as they 100% won’t reblog your work. give little sneak peeks, build excitement for your fics like a whole album release SJSJSKSK

for aesthetics, formatting, and such: make sure your work is neat, and easy to read. hit enter every now and then so your paragraphs aren’t too long (i can show you my favorite format if you want, just ask!) avoid using small font throughout the entire fic so it’s easily accessible to people with vision problems (like me), and make sure to include important content warnings at the beginning.

if you’re writing for a certain type of reader, make sure to include that too. if it’s not poc friendly (includes fair-skinned indicators such as blushing, redness, red bruises, pink coochies, etc.), tag it in the cw. don’t use afab!reader and fem!bodied reader tags if your reader is coded as cis. people have said this is incorrect and you’ll want to avoid that. female/fem!reader will do.

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[luza-wayne]

wait a little bit more.

ukai keishin x reader

wc: 2.5k

i love this omg, ukai is sooo underrated like he's so handsome! he's definetely in my top 5 man in hq, anw enjoyyy let me know what you think about it

he sighed deeply.

the person who lives in an apartment down the street from the sakanoshita shop, who also comes by everyday, is there.

she's there again.

he stared at her, unamused but with no irritation evident on his face. his cigarette butt clasped between his middle and pointer finger lets out its smoke as he rests his cheeks on his palm.

“welcome.” he greets you with no enthusiasm, since it's just his usual customer.

“ukai-san, good afternoon.” you bowed slightly to him.

“mhm, you too. what are you looking for?” he asks.

your eyelashes flutter, rather fast. obviously surprised and a bit panicked.

“i— i'm not sure yet. can i go take a look around first?” you answered.

again. the blonde guy thought.

“go ahead. take your time.” he brushes off again.

you bowed to him one more time before heading to the middle section of the store.

as soon as you walked far enough, he sighed again.

just what is she doing?

…

“welcome.” he welcomes her again.

he didn't even bother to remove the newspaper in his face. seeing this, you just walked in, straight to the food section.

you picked up two snacks and a drink and headed to pay for the stuff.

“u-um… here.” you said, calling for his attention.

he hastily removed the paper in front of him and looked at you a bit surprised. he looked down to the foods you placed on the counter.

“ukai-san?”

“a-ah! sorry, i was startled for a second there. i didn't think you'd be fast today.” he stood from his seat.

it might become annoying if i always do that. you thought.

“i thought you'll walk around the store for a while, like you usually do.” he laughs as he checks out your purchase.

you looked down, flushed from hearing him laugh for the first time ever since you started going here.

“well, i think i got used to you a bit.” he smiles as he hands you your food.

you cautiously reached for it and bowed to him.

as you walked to the door, he sat back in his chair and went back to reading, but before you stepped out of the shop, he said—

“ah, i don't mind that you stay for a long time.” he casually said and lit up a cigarette.

you stood frozen for a while, while he just looked at the newspaper, peeking at you through his peripheral vision, before you ran out suddenly.

he almost bit his cigar seeing that your reaction wasn't what he expected.

“huh? what? did i weird her out? here i was thinking it would be cool if i said that.” he scratched his head in confusion.

…

the door of the shop opened for who knows how many, but his shoulder slumps everytime the one coming in is not the one he wanted to see.

will she not come anymore?

“thank you for your patronage.” he said as a group of students exits the shop.

he looks at the clock and his anticipation gets higher and higher.

she comes by at this time most of the days.

as he watched the clock tick, he heard the door sliding open.

he looks at it with delight.

“coach! treat us some meat buns!”

just as tanaka was about to step in, with hinata, nishinoya and kageyama behind him, a gun gun bar flew to his face.

“go home!” 

…

it's almost evening, though it's still far from the time he closes the shop, he's tense thinking how you might not come.

he wanted to know if you were upset about yesterday, and if you were, he might as well apologize.

as he was stacking up some stuff in the farthest alley, someone came in that he didn't hear.

he only noticed that someone came in when he heard a shuffling.

oh, there's a customer. i didn't get to greet them. he thought as he put the last one on the shelf.

he stood up and picked up the box, unfolding it and putting it away.

“huh?! wait– what should i even say?!” he said as he slumps back on his chair.

like should i say– "hey, about yesterday, sorry.", but what if she doesn't remember it or thinks i'm an idiot for stressing over something like that?

wait. is she mad in the first place, or not? 

i don't know!

“argh!” he ruffles his hair in distress.

“are you okay, ukai-san?”

“yeah, just thinking about he—”

he snaps his head upward and jumps out of his chair in surprise.

his actions also made you flinch a bit.

“w-welcome!” ukai chants his greetings out of nowhere.

“huh? uh… thank you? i'm here to pay already, though.” you said as you pointed your picks on the counter.

he felt a bit embarrassed for acting like an idiot. he cleared his throat and started to scan your purchases.

he suddenly feels a bit antsy, now that you're here. 

should i bring it up now? maybe… later.

he continued scanning your item, until the last one.

how about now? but, it feels like my tongue is tied! i don’t even know why i feel the urge to apologize!

until he puts everything in the bag and you hand him your payment.

keishin! what are you doing?! you wasted your chance! now she's leaving! 

you started to walk, making him sigh.

“um, ukai-san.” you called him. he immediately looks at you.

“yes? i'm ‘ukai-san’.” he titled himself, gaining a chuckle from you.

“can i study here for a few minutes? i forgot my keys in my room and my roommate is still in their class.” you shyly asked him.

“oh, so you're still a student.” he mutters innately.

“yes. i'm a graduating college student.” you replied. 

“really? congratulations.” he said without thinking again.

“huh? not yet, but thank you.” you said and bowed.

“ah. sorry. go ahead. you can use that table.” he permitted and pointed to the furniture in front of the counter. 

you thanked him again and sat down, facing toward the direction of the counter and placed your bag on the table.

he then acted like he's reading the newspaper again.

graduating, huh? she's older than sawamura.

wait. how old are those brats again?

ah, forget it.

then, about 22 or 23... 

“ukai-san.” he sets down the paper until his eyes show and looks at you. “your newspaper is upside down.”

a hint of pink tint showed on his cheek and he threw away the newspaper and turned his chair sideways and also lit up a cigarette.

oh. that’s right. he thought.

“hey, sorry about yesterday. i feel like i ticked you off.” he said.

you looked up at him confused. yesterday? he pissed me off? when? yesterday, i was jus—

“ah! no!” you moved your hands in front of you left and right. “yesterday, i was—”

no! i can’t tell him i was just feeling too happy, i don’t know what to do. he might think i like him— i mean, i do, but i don’t have plans to tell him right now.

“i forgot to lock the door, so i was in a hurry, hehe.” you awkwardly laughed.

you were both relieved.

he was relieved that you weren’t mad and you were relieved that he believed it.

…

it's been almost an hour.

you yawned as you waited for your roommate's message that they're here. you were also working on an activity that needs to be done.

“here.”

you look up to find ukai offering you a canned coffee from his shop. you politely accepted it and thanked him.

he went to take a seat in the chair in front of you and opened his drink.

“which university are you in? the green or violet.” he queried.

“violet.” you answered, talking about the representative color of your school.

“hm…” he hummed.

“but, for real, how can you forget your keys, when it's the first thing you shouldn't forget when going out?” he asked and drank.

you feel yourself getting smaller at his scolding.

“i've… always been forgetful. sometimes, even though my umbrella is just beside my bag. the chances that i won't be able to bring it along is always 90% percent. the remaining percent would only happen if someone reminds me before we leave and that's the same thing that happened to my keys.” you explained, embarrassed.

as soon as he heard that, he dissolved into laughter. you looked at him embarrassed, but also kind of pissed at how he laughs at your confession.

“it's not funny…” you said and he struggled to stop himself from laughing.

“sorry, sorry.” he apologized, trying to suppress his laughs. 

your phone then lit up and you saw your roommate messaged you that they just arrived.

“sorry, i need to leave now.” you said and stood up.

“h-hey–” he reached out his hands to your walking figure, but failed to reach you.

just as when you're about to step out, you stop on your tracks.

“ukai-san, would you get annoyed if i constantly come here?” you questioned.

“huh? i won't? i think…” he immediately answered. isn’t that what you’re already doing for the past few days though? he thought.

“even if i also stay here and use that table to study or anything?” you added.

“what is that? uh, sure. i don’t really care?” he answered and stood up.

you stayed quiet for a while, before looking back at him with a wide smile.

“i see. don't regret it if i ever become annoying!” you told him, before you waved him goodbye.

he smiled and waved back.

“i won’t.” he uttered, before finally lighting up a cigarette.

…

“ukai-san, hello!”

ever since that day, you started coming everyday, even if you don't need anything. you just go there to waste your free time or whatever.

you also managed to know more about the team he coaches and they were more than happy to know you too.

sometimes, tanaka and nishinoya would come to you and ask you stupid questions and not even a minute would pass, ukai would hit them to bug them off, especially when you're working on something important.

there are times where he'd help you on your projects too. like when you need extra manpower or something, he’s willing as long as it has nothing to do with cracking his brain.

it became your daily routine.

before you go to school, you'd drop by the store. even if it's not open yet, he'd still be there to walk you to the bus station.

he says it's his rest after he goes and helps out at the farm.

after school clubs, you'd go straight to him. sometimes the volleyball club would be there too, sometimes it's just you two.

if it's the latter, you'd spend your time talking about nonsense things, just so you two would forget about the stress of school and work.

if the team has an upcoming tournament.

if you have a presentation to do.

if his grandpa bullied him again.

or if you have an upcoming test and want to study, of course, he'll be there to give you the space to study, the foods to study and the moral support you need to study.

all these things you two do together.

why are you doing it together?

no one wants to ask what you are to each other.

…

“oh my. it's raining. it was just sunny earlier.” ukai's mother uttered as she stared outside, her hand on her cheek.

ukai peeks outside and stares at it too.

his eyebrows frown for a bit before sighing and standing up.

“hm? where are you going?” his mother asked.

“i'll be back. take care of the store for me.” he shortly answered.

…

“oh gosh. it's raining.” you muttered as you stood at the stop, after you just got off the bus.

you just noticed that it was raining when you stepped out, but as you heard from the people earlier, it started for a while now.

you watched as the other passengers who got off with you, used their protective gear against the rain. 

you covered your face with your palms.

stupid me, forgetting my umbrella again!!

“ah, damn. how am i supposed to go home now?” you asked yourself as you stretched your hand to the falling water off of the roof of the shed. “should i go for a run?” 

“stop it, idiot. you wanna get sick?”

you look to your side to see ukai standing there with his usual red tracksuit and flip flops. his arms, with an extra umbrella, extended to you and you accepted it.

“seriously, i got tired waiting over there.” he stated as he flicked off some water on his arms.

“why are you here, ukai-san?” you asked him.

“you forget to bring your umbrella as usual, right?” he nonchalantly said.

“well… yeah... but… to go out of your way and bring one for me here? also, what if i actually didn't forget my umbrella?” you questioned.

“if you brought one, then that's good– wait a minute, why do i even need to answer that? just be happy you won't get wet.” he said while aggressively scratching his hair.

“come on, let's go.” he muttered, turning around.

“wait for me, ukai-san.” you said and struggled to open the umbrella hurriedly for: one, it's a different umbrella from your usual one; two, you might get left behind by ukai.

suddenly, he held your hand and opened the umbrella for you.

“calm down. i’m still here.” he said. “let's go. those brats are about to finish their classes.”

you followed beside him silently, looking down.

why is he like this?

of course, i have liked him ever since the beginning. he was intimidating at first, but when he talks to you, you can tell he's actually kind. that's the reason i fell.

does he already know about my feelings?

but, if he knows what i actually feel… can he be doing this because he knows and wants to just play along with it?

“um… ukai-san.” you called. he has a tall figure compared to yours, because of this his view from up there was just a talking umbrella.

“what?” he responded.

“i…”

“huh?”

you tightly gripped the handle on the umbrella, gathering every courage you have in your body.

“i…”

“what? hurry up and say it.” he said, grabbing the edge of your umbrella and pulled it upwards trying to peek at your face.

you look up at him with an awkward smile.

“i-i want to come to the practice.” 

i chickened out.

he stared at you, puzzled. 

“ah! sorry—”

he suddenly burst into laughter. he reached for your head and scruffed your hair.

“sure, sure. come to practice.” he said grinning widely.

“s-stop.” you lightly flicked his hand away from your head.

he resumed walking and you immediately followed him. he looked at you running towards him.

guess i should wait a little bit more, until she says it with her own lips.

“let's go. those kids would be delighted to have you at their practice.” he said reaching for your hand and you two walked naturally as if holding your hand is a usual thing for both of you.

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Encanto Headcanons

Do you think that Pepa and Julieta ever asked Bruno to see their future partners? Like I feel Bruno would be too disinterested/anxious to talk abt anything romance but for his sisters, he probably would, he cant say no to them. anw heres some headcanons ✨

(this is focused on julieta and agustin! my headcanons for pepa and felix are here!)

(spoiler: it gets really sappy at the end)

Pepa's love life is pretty adventurous. She'd gone thru a few but they all fell through bc they couldnt handle her disastrous mood swings :') anw she wants to take her mind off all that by focusing on her sister's love life instead which is. nonexistent

I feel like Julieta's popular around town bc of her healing powers, but she's waiting for The One™️. But Pepa's bored and chaotic so she just pulls Bruno aside one afternoon

Pepa: wanna meddle with juli's love life? Bruno: aight bet

the two kidnap their older sister into Bruno's room one night and Julieta doesn't wanna deal with all this,,, but her curiousity gets the better of her and she decides it wouldnt hurt to see who she'd end up with

boom bruno activates his gift and WOAH julieta's man is handsome. like, too handsome. pepa's almost jealous.

luckily they dont recognize him bc that would make it awkward going around town,,, tho julieta's a little disappointed. she does keep the glass vision in her room under her bed, though.

pepa actively searches for the Mystery Man™️ for a few weeks before she gives up, while the other two keep a look out just in case

a few years pass by. pepa's most recent favorite activity is arguing with felix. bruno's more shut-in because of his growing bad reputation. julieta's more popular than ever.

and then it happens. it's just a glimpse but bruno knows INSTANTLY

it's julieta's Mystery Man

mf SPRINTS to the house and whisper shouts "julieta's future boyfriend is in town!!" (luckily alma's not at home atm)

pepa is thrilled bc she FINALLY has something to mess her responsible older sister with, and julieta's suddenly nervous bc. well. that Mystery Man is her future and she almost... doesnt want it to be set in stone

pepa almost runs out to find him but she doesn't have to bc he walks in... with a sheepish expression and a broken wrist

pepa is grinning smugly. bruno is watching with mild interest (taking mental notes for those telenovelas). julieta doesn't react and smiles politely, giving him one of her freshly baked pastries

"Thank you, Julieta. I can't believe I'm here just as I got back," he says kindly, and Julieta's heart jumps in her throat. "I guess I missed your cooking more than I thought," he continues, chuckling, and she recognizes that laugh, that soft voice.

She can't speak. She doesn't know how to. Because the man Bruno said would marry her... is Agustin? The same Agustin who saw her every other day when they were younger because he was so clumsy and she needed to heal him? The same Agustin who taste tested her food when her siblings and Mama were busy? Who made her laugh?

She heard he left town to go to college, but she wasn't expecting... this much of a glow up. He looks nice. She hopes she isn't staring (pepa says she totally was)

But... she isn't disappointed. To her surprise, she feels the opposite. Now, she realizes, she was dreading meeting the future Bruno had seen for her... because she had picked her own future, long ago.

She had picked Agustin. She had picked him long before the glowup, when he was still lanky and awkward and full of bee stings. She just didn't realize it until right this moment. Well, better late than never.

"Welcome back, Agustin," she says with a genuine smile, and watches in amusement and fondness as he stutters over her greeting, settling for a polite nod. Pepa and Bruno gasp in the background.

(They know Agustin; it's hard not to notice the same guy ask for their sister's snacks multiple times a week. It's happened before, men getting hurt on purpose just to see Julieta, and Pepa and Bruno would scare them away so they wouldn't take advantage of their sister anymore. But they didn't mind Agustin, because he was genuinely unintentionally getting hurt, so often that it was almost a gift in and of itself. Julieta was more upset that she herself didn't recognize him from the vision.)

She follows him out to catch up, and they talk easily, like those years between them didn't happen at all. It's dark when Julieta gets back, and she has to shove an arepa in Pepa's mouth to stop her from screaming in excitement when she confirms she's taking the day off tomorrow to welcome Agustin back into town... by having lunch together.

BONUS:

Two months after Julieta and Agustin officially start dating, Pepa asks Bruno to show them a vision of Agustin's proposal. Julieta would've left, because that was just too soon, if not for the fact that they apparently get engaged after she catches a bouquet. Which Pepa threw. At her wedding. With Felix.

Pepa doesn't look anyone in the eye for the next week, but the sky isn't storming. On the contrary, it's strangely sunny. (Bruno mumbles something about a plot twist and Julieta decides to be the bigger woman and not laugh at her despairing little sister.)

[step-on-me-khun]

Hi! First of all I love your work when it comes to these things 🥺 The portrayal accuracy is so on point!! Anw, suggesting an x reader scenario where reader rejects becoming a zahard princess because she wants to love khun---he gets flustered and stuff then fluff/smut ending

Hello <3 Thank you! Hope you like and enjoy.

NSFW - No minors please!

Warning: Smut

Words Count: 1981

You? A princess of Jahad? Most people would be thrilled at such an offer. You weren't one of them. Was it nice that you were considered strong and powerful? Of course, it was. But respect from those around you was something you didn't want to lose.

You couldn't be a princess for Jahad anyway. You would have to give up on love, and it was something you didn't want to let give up. Being around that someone was more important than being a frightening woman.

There was nothing you wanted to tell him, and this wasn't important. But this was Khun. He would find out eventually. Either you would have to come clean to him, or he would find out himself.

Every time you thought about him, you wanted to cry. Meeting in secret wasn't an option. Your heart wouldn't be able to take it.

"Hey, what do you think of me becoming-" you start.

"-a princess of Jahad? I already know," Khun interrupts, surprising you a little.

"How did you know?"

"I have my ways," he flashes a smug smile your way. "It's your choice. I'm not going to talk you in or out of it,"

Your look down and sign, your fists clenching by your side.

Khun noticed, "is something wrong?"

You both sat on the end of his bed, the TV in front of you on. He could tell you were tense. Khun was good at reading people.

"There was a reason for me not accepting their offer," you say, staring up at the ceiling.

Hiding your feelings any longer wouldn't help you in any way. But it was difficult for you to confess.

"I didn't ask, but okay," Khun says bluntly. He was oblivious to how you were feeling about him. It would be better if he secretly found out and initiated things. That wasn't likely to happen.

Khun did want to know, but he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. It was a big decision. Your emotions were all over the place. Saying the wrong thing was likely to make things worse for you.

A sigh escapes Khun's mouth, "I'm not going to rush you to do anything," he starts, trying hard to sound caring, "I can tell something's eating at you. I'm here if you want to share your problems,"

"I can't do that," you quietly say.

"And why's that?"

You close your eyes and sigh, worried about what you were about to do and say.

"I don't want to hurt you,"

"Don't be an idiot," his blunt words and tone weren't out of the ordinary. You didn't want him to be annoyed at you. "You're not someone who gets to me that easily,"

"Oh," he left you with nothing to say. But still, the situation wasn't exactly delicate. You wanted to scream and cry at the same time.

The tension that built inside you grew more and more. It made you feel sick inside. Bottling everything up like this did no good to you at all.

"I didn't want to be a princess because," you start, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself.

"Don't," Khun stops you before you could tell him anything.

Just as you had got yourself comfortable to confess to him, he stops you. There could be many reasons as to why he did, but all you felt was confusion. He was clever. You didn't think about what you'd do if he guessed what you'd say to him.

Khun gets off the bed and moves in front of you. "If you're going to tell me that I'm the reason you didn't join, then we can settle this whole situation right now,"

His pale hands gently cup your face. Your eyes wandered from the floor to his blue eyes. Those blue ocean-like eyes made you feel like you were falling into the deep and never-ending sea. It was easy to get lost in him.

"But Khun, I,"

"I know, you don't have to explain anything. I could tell from how much you were struggling,"

You couldn't help but wonder he if knew. He could be acting out of pity or out of spite. Lord knows how anyone could ever read into this guy, but that alone made you fall for him harder.

"I'd do anything for you, (Y/N)," his voice was soft and low.

You stared into his eyes for so long that you didn't notice until it was too late, his soft lips pressed onto yours so gently. It made you jolt a little. He had found you while you were lost.

He was so sweet with you. It was nothing like what he had been like before. Your hands were dying to reach up and grab onto his hair.

All this action between your mouth made your arousal peak. You got hotter and hotter by the second.

Just as your hands left the bed to reach his hair, Khun pulls away. He left you feeling unsatisfied.

Both of you were red. A chuckle escapes Khun's mouth as he sees your face: mouth slightly agape, your cheeks red.

"Look at how red your face is," he says, smiling smugly at you.

"Shut up," you say, embarrassed by him, "you're face is red too,"

Nothing you could ever say would make him as embarrassed as you. He would always try to keep his cool. Like he was testing you.

His thumb lightly caresses your cheekbone. "I do love you," he says quietly, pressing his forehead on yours. "You don't know how much it would hurt me to have you leave,"

You spent a few moments staring into each other's eyes again. Khun's long fingers slid delicately across your face like they were taking in every inch of your skin.

You hit the bed below you quickly as Khun pushes you down. His eyes turned dark; they grew sinister the more you looked at him.

Nothing inside you wanted him to stop, even as his top half hovered over you. You hadn't even told him how you felt.

His fingers pull on the hem of your top, yanking it up over your head.

Your arms were by your side, fingers grabbing tightly onto the bed.

A knee goes between your legs, up near your already wet core. Khun was teasing you, which wasn't surprising at all.

His teeth graze lightly on your earlobe. A strained whine fell from your lips. The feeling of his breath on your neck giving you goosebumps. He gently pulls on your earlobe then releases it.

"I love you," you whisper, nearly inaudibly. Realising what you just said, your eyes widened, and your face reddened more. Since when were you so forward?

The sound of Khun chuckling echoed in your ear, "I could've guessed." He moves your bra straps off your shoulders, then kisses the right one. "You haven't pushed me away yet,"

That was true. But Khun was so clever and so good at reading into situations that you didn't think about his reaction at first.

His lips leave a trail of soft kisses from your collarbone up to your neck, trying to search for that sweet spot. Breathy moans escape your mouth as he continues, his hands behind your back, trying to unclasp your bra and succeeding nearly effortlessly.

After a while of searching, Khun finds that spot on your neck. A few short moans leave your lips as his mouth attacks your skin, his teeth nibbling on it.

It took everything inside you not to squirm around too much at the feeling. Khun went from nibbling to kissing to sucking on your sweet spot, then going back and nibbling again. You were becoming impatient.

"Stop it," you whine.

Yet again, all you earned was a chuckle from him. He liked you like this.

He moves from your neck, hovering over you again.

"Aww, you're not getting needy, are you?" He mocks you.

You shift and turn your head to the side, "maybe a little," you say, then turn to look at him again.

A smug smile lit up his face. His hands quickly undid his shirt buttons, then swiftly pulled his shirt above his head.

You watched him as he undressed, moving to your lower clothing, removing it just as quickly as his shirt, leaving you naked in front of him.

"You're not scared, are you?" Khun asks, a little worried.

"No, I don't need to be. I'm with you,"

You could hear the shuffling of clothes as Khun rushed to get rid of his.

"That's what I like to hear," Khun says as he hovers over you once again, placing a kiss on your forehead as he pushes inside you slowly.

"You don't need to hold back," you say as your hands reach his back.

"If that's what you want, then I'm not going to,"

The moment you told him that, he sped up. You weren't aware of how rough he would be. But it didn't matter. He was making you feel good.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back, pushing him a little lower onto you.

Nothing but sweet moans left your mouth as the speed of his thrusts got more and more intense. It felt like you were close to breaking.

After all the anxiety you had built up in you faded away, a sense of relief rushed from your head to your toes.

His hands moved your legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle.

Of course, Khun was enjoying it. Seeing your angelic face was enough for him to lose himself. But he didn't.

It was difficult for you to hear it, but you would often hear small grunts and groans escape Khun's mouth.

You felt like you were going to sink into the bed.

"Ah, dammit, Khun," you moan, feeling a knot form inside you.

"Mmm, I know, beautiful," Khun groans.

It was the first time he had called you anything other than an idiot. It made your heart flutter.

The feeling of your soft walls clamping around him made Khun's thrusts more erratic. A hiss escapes his mouth as he closes his eyes, enjoying how you felt around him.

Your forehead press against each other as you cried out loudly, your vision turning white as you came on his length.

His thrusts still were as fast as before. A breathy groan leaves his mouth as he releases inside you.

The light touch of your breath skimmed across your faces as Khun slowed down, then came to a halt, pulling out of you slowly.

Khun climbs onto the bed, his weight making you shift as he moves to the top of the bed. He lies on his back, looking at you to join him.

You considered ignoring him and just laying there idly, but you wanted to lay in his arms for a while, so you made your way over to him.

Khun gladly opened his arms to you, kissing your cheek as you lay on top of him. His hands lay on your back, finger brushing through your hair. Now and then, you could feel his nails softly graze your scalp.

"I should have told you ages ago," you say quietly.

"About being a princess of Jahad or?" He questions.

You tut, "both,"

He scoffs at you. "Are you going to keep anything else away from me?"

"Are you going to stop asking me questions?"

"Only if you tell me that you love me again,"

He was always the type to try and rile you up, even over the silliest of things.

"I love you?"

"Idiot,"

"You're nice," you say sarcastically.

"I know," he pecks your face, "but that's why you love me,"

You smile up at him, eyes meeting each other.

"I do love you, Khun. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it,"

"Don't be silly. I love you too, dumbass,"

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[ohmykazuha]

what i think of when i see my mutuals

ooh this be long tho. under the cut, might be hard to find your name :"D anws love u all, if you're not here it means that we're not that close! sorry! [this is more for my older moots, i'll do one for my newer moots later :-)]

@almondto-fu

warm drinks. my bae. my bestie 4 life. you're a warm blanket and hot chocolate, continuously keeping others warm. you keep me grounded more than anything – when life gets hard. the words that pour out of your mouth bring more comfort to others than anything – you remind me of comfort and reassurance.

@abyssheart

a lighthouse. you point and guide me in the right direction when tunnel vision works too well on me. you read situations well. you also keep me grounded when i float too high. you are logical and down to earth, but you also bring me happiness when i read your messages. you remind me of durability and reliability.

@yeetmeoffjueyunkarst

a cecilia. sweet and simple, your morals are strong. you are there for people when they cannot be there for themselves. you think logically and are quick to offer advice. however, sometimes, it is hard for you to see your own beauty, and may need others to help you (which we would gladly do). you remind me of strength and compassion.

@chichikoi

a pond... or perhaps, a quilt. reflecting others, you are a patchwork quilt of all your experiences, your memories, and more. you are the stitches that hold people together. you are more important and loved than you realise. you remind me of courage and empathy.

@mikachuchu

a candle. the faintest flickers bring hope and joy to those in the dark, similarly to how you help us. you are loved more than anything – but sometimes, it takes a while for others to appreciate you, but deep down, they appreciate you nonetheless. you remind me of unconditional love.

@alberivh

a cup of coffee. everyone likes a certain part of you. be it in the way you carry yourself, or how you interact with others, or your beautiful personality, people love you nonetheless. you brighten up people's day, and i can't go a day without you. you remind me of sunshine and care.

@severedftaes

you remind me of a rose. bold, yet sweet, you are one who brings others joy when they see you. you really mean a lot to others, including me. roses are one of my favourite flowers, after all. you remind me of courage and love.

@3rdgymbros

this is not materialistic, but you remind me of flowy words. words that comfort you when you most need it, words that hug you, reach out to you, and care for you. they seem to know exactly what you need and form and weave their way to comfort you. you are a intricate being. you remind me of comfort and love.

@bookuya

you are a plant. you thrive with emotions and the correct environment, and you spread joy to the people around you. you bring hope in the darkest of times, and sometimes... you may need to look at your own beauty as well. you remind me of strength and courage.

@sincerely-mai

you.. you are a cup of tea. you are my comfort at night, and my thing that keeps me feeling good. you bring me joy and you're a gentle one, continuously bringing good vibes and a sweet spirit here. you are a precious one. you remind me of affection and care.

@noirkkat

you are sunshine. giving others good vibes, as well as positivity, you put a smile on their faces. they love you, and you certainly love them back. i appreciate you a lot. do you know that bright sunshine is one of my favourite weathers? you remind me of positivity and love.

@prawdziwki

a blanket. there for others when they're down, you try your best to spread comfort and offer words of advice when needed. you calm others down but you certainly are the hype to the party as well. good vibes all around. you remind me of care and love.

@yanbub

you remind me of a basil plant. strong, yet sweet, you are... refreshing, to others around you. like a breath of fresh air. you are a wonderful change of pace as well, and others love having you around (including me). you remind me of righteousness and strength.

part 2 coming soon huhu thats a lotta writing

[caffernnn]

Yeah hi again! More tsoa au snippets anyone?

Now that i think about it, albert could be apollo in tsoa, so imagine him taking a look at makoto climbing the walls of troy, disdainfully raises his nose, spits "puny little mortal" and flicks him off the wall with godly telekinetic powers to be killed by our hector, which is hiyori; i mean albert is already symbolized as a god in canon.

Kinjou could be the dickwad pyrrhus since people refer to pyrrhus as achilles without his patroclus, and kinjou is hinted to have given up personal relationships in order to be a stronger swimmer, and fans theorize him to be creating a rift between haru and mako, so yea...there's that. He could be our proud, arrogant, homophobic lil shit pyrrhus who thinks everybody should be like him- friendless and glory-hungry.

AJHSAKDJSK I WANT TO SEE THE CONFRONTATION BETWEEN BRISEIS AND PATROCLUS AS KISUMI AND HARU!!! Imagine haru being mad at kisumi for daring to touch makoto even after his death, when all kisumi wanted to do was clean him since he doesn't deserve to lie in filth, and haru goes apeshit that nobody should touch his makoto and kisumi goes "you're not the only one who ever loved him!!". Kisumi goes on to rant that haru only cares about chasing his honor and that makoto only died to save his reputation, which i got from a prompt under the #kisumako tag where kisumi confronts haru about how makoto chose him instead of kisumi even though he only takes makoto for granted, then jabs haru with "i wish hiyori kills you tomorrow" and haru goes "do you not think i wish the same?" Omg I'm just quoting from the book at this point I'm so sorry 🤭🤭😅😅✌✌✌

I have an idea on how to include the fireworks scen to the scene where patroclus convinces achilles to fight and save the greeks where haru goes "not you too! Do you not see how they don't care for me?!?!" Or like how they are only nice when they need him smth like that and makoto drops the bomb "then let me fight in your stead" and haru goes on an an Achilles-like tantrum "ask me of anything, but not this!!!" Anw that's not the whole dialogue but haru relents in the end.

Imahine hharu arriving in the underworld expecting to find makoto waiting for him only to be unable to find him even after an eternity of searching, so finally breaks, like the fireworks aftermath where he looked like he just got dumped by his bf, and ge curls into himself, realizing he may have lost makoto forever (again)

I just can't stop thinking how the gay panic nao gave makoto is very similar to odysseus' "sharing beds is gay" comment, so imagine makoto, who followed haru everywhere and shared everything with him, suddenly distancing himself and sleeping outside their tent because he feels that he cannot let the entire army they are gay, especially haru, the best of the greeks, so haru confronts him "what's wrong?" And then they resolve by saying "let them think what they want" or "i will not let them hinder us" or "we don't have to change" smth like that and proceeds to do their nightly cuddle, kinda like the dolphin courtship ritual they performed at the pool.

Aaahhh i just want to expand on phoinix's (that would be mikhail???) story about the king who supposedly was forced to choose between his pride or people he rules, and he chose his pride, even with the king's wife (best friend, in this context??? The king in the story would be ryuuji) and did not help his people win the war so his people turned against him. The wife's name sounds like patroclus, and so phoinix was hinting that only makoto could talk haru into fighting. Makoto had to fight, which results to angst, since haru chose his pride, much like the king (pls let this not be what happens in the movie kyoani we beg you)

So that's it. I'll send more when the ideas come. I swear i will try to turn this into a fic if i ever get out of my slump. IF 😫😫😫

Patrochilles AU fans, come get y’all’s juice 💕

It’s always so interesting to see people explore Haru’s relationship with his own pride because it’s definitely multidimensional. There are so many characters who fall victim to their own hubris or struggle with it more externally (the people who appear as antagonists or rivals to Haru both in canon and in different AUs), but it feels more complicated with Haru, at least to me. His pride doesn’t manifest through Haru boasting about his talents or trying to control/lead people, especially early on in his story - the moment(s) his self-esteem shifts into a double-edged pride is when his belief in his current successes and happiness stops him and the people around him from growing and changing. That’s his downfall. My thoughts from my own Free! x Hadestown AU are sporadic at best, but this verse always makes me think about Haru, especially his descent into hopelessness during ES:

Haru falls apart when he clings to his vision of comfort and happiness and forgets the ever-changing life involved in that scene. He holds onto the life he has with Makoto, the life he has with his friends, the life he has swimming however or whenever he wants to… and he blinds himself from the reality that everything evolves and continues to change. His pride comes out in his desperate delusion that he can stop the hands of time through willpower and refusing to watch time go by. He’s definitely not the only one going through this sort of internal battle (I’d argue many of the “antagonist” characters go through similar struggles) but it’s the one we arguably get the most insight on.

ALSO: I love Haru dearly but I also love seeing characters pull himself out of his own head for a bit. That Kisumi interaction to remind Haru that Makoto was loved by a lot of people? Knowing Makoto often holds himself back when it comes to Haru because he’s almost too aware of Haru being watched by the world around them?? There’s so much there to explore I just !!!!

I’m rambling, but thanks for sharing as always!