#anything that knows overwhelm can kill you in one shot if it gets close enough and there were.. idk how many.. 15? 20? dude.

[danielnelsen]

so ive beaten dao solo before (on easy) and ive never played it on nightmare, what if i.........................................hmm...

[silvermarley]

Ciao, can I ask for Tanjiro x reader where after some time apart the reader no longer carries his scent so Tanjiro strips the reader down and touches them everwhere and fucks them, so they smell like him again.

Thank you

Anon, you don’t know the grasp this has on me 🏃‍♀️

Make Up for Time

Aged up!Tanjiro x (F)Reader

Warnings: marking, kinda rough sex, unprotected, fingering, Tanjiro just wants u to smell like him 🫶

It’s hard for Tanjiro to be away from you. It really is. But with him being in the Corps, there’s no helping that.

There’s nothing he loves more than to come home to you, his beloved, and smell his scent on you.

He’s always on missions, but never one this long. It was seemingly never ending.

And it didn’t help that he wanted to see you so badly.

As soon as him and his friends killed off all the demons in the designated area they were assigned to, he dismissed himself.

He really hoped his scent didn’t leave you because he’d been gone for a while.

You missed him so much. It was torture to have him gone.

But you knew he would always come back. He promised.

Tanjiro practically speed walked to your shared home. When you heard him knock at your door, you hurried to it.

You saw him standing there, smiling like he always does.

“Tan! I missed you!” You hugged him as you let him in, closing the door behind him.

“I missed you too, my love. So much.” He returned the hug, breathing in your scent.

Wait.

His scent isn’t there anymore.

“You’re not injured, are you?” You asked.

He seemed.. distracted.

Suddenly you’re kabedoned against the wall that was previously next to you.

“Baby?” You look up at him.

He temporarily snapped out of it.“Ah, looks like I’ll have to make you smell like me again.”

“Wha-“ You’re cut off by Tanjiro’s lips.

The kiss quickly turned heated as his knee was in between your thighs, pushing against your clothed pussy.

You moaned into the kiss. What little self control he had slipped from him. He needed you to have his scent right now.

Never had he been this eager for that kind of thing. Maybe because he doesn’t usually go away for long enough for this to happen?

He took your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

You couldn’t deny, seeing him so needy and determined made you feel things.

As soon as you’re in the room, he’s pushing you on the bed so he’s hovering over you.

“Gonna make sure you always smell like me.” He whispered, loud enough for you to hear it.

His hands make quick work of your shirt, and soon, your pants.

Even half naked, you felt embarrassed under his gaze.

He wastes no time in sucking and biting at your neck, leaving dark marks as he moves along.

After leaving a good amount of hickeys, he moves to unclasp your bra.

As soon as your breasts are exposed to him, he marks them up too, making sure to also give your nipples attention.

Every touch of his shot down to your core.

He pushes down your panties, while his mouth was occupied with littering you in attention.

Two fingers gather up some of the slick from your now bare pussy, and then push their way into your hole.

You arch your back as he continues to kiss and lick all over your chest, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace.

A string of curses leaves your lips, it felt amazing.

He usually isn’t this rough with you, but something in him broke when he realized you didn’t smell like him.

The stimulation was overwhelming. So much so that you were getting close already.

“Hm, gonna cum love?” He asked.

You nod, not able to say anything.

“Go ahead, make a mess. God, I’m gonna fuck you so good baby..” He groaned as your walls clenched on his fingers.

You moaned out his name as you came hard.

He let you ride it out, then pulled his fingers out, licking then clean. You blushed at the lewd act.

Tanjiro wastes no time in getting off the bed, taking his own clothes off. He crawls back on the bed, aiming his cock at your now dripping hole.

“Ready?”

“Y-yeah..”

“Good.” He smirked.

He pushed in slowly, bottoming out in no time with how wet you are.

His hands land on you waist, just as he starts thrusting.

His cock always filled you up so well, hitting all the right spots.

“Feel so good!” You whine. “Ah- please- give me your scent.. make me all yours Tan!”

“Fuck..” He growled.

He speeds up his thrusts. Your back arched again in ecstasy, and your eyes were going to the back of your head.

Your boyfriend leans down and kisses you, swallowing your moans.

His pace was hard and fast, bringing you close quickly.

He feels you squeezing around his dick, making him groan and break the kiss.

You babbled incoherently before cumming on his cock.

“So good for me..” He cursed, but not slowing his movements.

You tear up from the overstimulation. He kisses your tears away.

He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it with vigor. He was close, but he wanted you to cum with him.

You had fucked a out expression, the pleasure he was giving was intense.

With a few more thrusts, he cums in you, and you came with him.

He lays on you, kissing you and praising you.

“Looks like I got carried away..” he chuckled.

“Maybe. But I liked it.” You smirk.

He will definitely do this often.

[kolyubov]

MR KRAAAAAABS I HAVE AN IDEAAA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️😇😇😇 plspls may i request a part 2 of reader faking her emotions, that reader x nikolai one shot yk 🦍🦍 bit unfortunately we get the bad ending ☹️☹️ she just snaps one day, grabs a rope and 😭 (i have a cinematic trauma since most of my favorite characters hanged themselves) (ily sayori<3)

Feel completely free to ignore this 🙏 and if ur accepting it take your time 😇🙏

tw suicide attempt. please, do not keep reading if this kind of content triggers you.

Nikolai with a reader who archives his goals. (p2? bad ending lmao)

✧ pairing: Nikolai Gogol x Fem!Reader

✧ word count: 1.3k

✧ contents: sfw, angst?, obsessive and controlling Nikolai, slight manipulation, reader is referred to as "princess" once. (if I missed anything, please tell me)

✧ author's note: idk if this is as good as the first one :(( spoiler: I didn't write the reader dying, close, but no,,, hope u still enjoy it either way<3 btw, you mean sayori from dokidoki, right? I never played dokidoki, but I like Monika…….🧎‍♀️ sayori seems nice though! she's cute 🫶

Nikolai has been very clingy after what happened— He was always near you, touching you; holding your hand, having an arm around your waist, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and rubbing circles on your skin, or hugging you from behind.

His hands needed to be on you, afraid that the second he's not watching, you'll disappear from his life.

When he's not physically there, your phone vibrates almost every five minutes with a message from him asking how are you doing, what class are in you right now, if you have eaten— Stuff like that.

There wasn't any second you could be alone, and it was becoming more and more overwhelming.

Of course, you understand that he's worried and that he doesn't want to lose you; but this is borderline obsessive, and as much as a part of you likes being taken care of, another part of you is afraid that this might get even worse.

He was trying to tie you with him; sinking you deeper into the darkness of the cage that was holding you back. The cage of your emotions.

You didn't know it, but he even has a location tracker that shows him on his phone exactly where you are— It eases his mind because what if, after knowing that there wasn’t a way out, you try to be free by other methods?

Nikolai knows you won't dare to kill him like he is was planning to do with Fyodor; There was no possible scenario in which you would stab him to death or poison his food. Plus, he could easily see through your intentions and it won't be easy to kill someone like him.

But you could hurt yourself.

If it wasn't him, then the only way to be free was by shutting down your whole system. By ending your life.

Of course, he was not going to let it happen. He's going to be watching your every move until he's sure you won't do something risky like that.

For now, he is taking good care of you.

“Whatcha doing? I'm about to go home. I want to make a quick stop to buy you snacks.”

You giggle on the other side of the phone and that's enough to make Nikolai excited. He wanted to be in your arms, smooching your face, feeling your warmth, hearing you laugh. God, his heart is beating too fast right now.

“I'm just… doing nothing.” You walk around the apartment as you speak with him, trying to sound excited.

“I miss you, baby. Can't wait to cuddle with you today…”

Ah, you hated how inevitably you felt warm and fuzzy inside.

“You love me, right, dove?”

Yes, you do. You love him so much that it's suffocating you. Nikolai is suffocating you. But you can't help but need more of him, his attention, his love, his touch. All of that awakens a bunch of emotions that you wish to get rid of so badly.

“Mhm… I do.” You whisper, and you can hear him giggle through the speaker.

“Wait for me, love.” He smooches the screen of his phone before ending the call, then, you throw your phone to the couch.

It seems like Nikolai didn't notice.

Suddenly, Tears rolled down your cheeks. You place your hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs as the crying intensifies to the point where your chest hurts and your knees buckle, making you fall to the floor. You curse under your breath for being so fragile.

God. Why this fucking feelings don't stop even before your last breath? Why do they only get worse? Love, anger, sadness, disgust. It's all so overwhelming that you're starting to feel dizzy and nauseous.

Slowly, you stand up, still trembling and with small steps you walk to your room, finding the rope you placed on the bed a few minutes ago before Nikolai called. A small breathy chuckle leaves your lips, but it sounds more like a broken whimper.

You stand before the bed, grabbing the rope with trembling hands, caressing the material— The image of Nikolai's face after he comes home, opening the door of the room to meet with your lifeless body, is stuck in your mind.

How his eyes would widen, how he would desperately pull you out of the rope and hold you in his arms, close to his chest as he cries and curses himself for not being able to do something to stop you. His knuckles would caress your cheeks while his tears fell to your face.

The thought of it hurts your heart.

A part of you wants to stay, to keep enjoying your time with him, however, the pit in your stomach was becoming unbearable.

You felt pity for Nikolai.

But you'll finally enjoy that freedom you wished so much, you'll finally get rid of these emotions that consume your very soul, you—

“Think you can escape me, huh?”

A deep voice tickles your ear, and the second you turn around you find Nikolai smiling, as if the sight in front of him was amusing. You instinctively take a step back, letting out a yelp as you fall to the bed.

“Darling, you know that is not the way to cope with your temporary problems.”

How did he get here so quickly when a few minutes ago you were on a call with him?

Right. Nikolai has his coat. Probably he ended up noticing your fake excitement and decided to go home to check on you first instead of going to a supermarket and buying you snacks.

He crawls to the bed, taking the rope from your hands and throwing it away.

“I told you, didn't I? You won't leave me.”

Nikolai's voice gets deeper as he speaks. He seizes your jaw a bit too harshly. Glaring down at you with a serious expression only to lean down and kiss your lips, then the tip of your nose, and finally your forehead.

“It hurts me… that you want to leave me so badly…” He snorts, looking away from you and biting his lower lip, holding back from something that you weren't exactly sure.

You look away as well, feeling ashamed, among many other emotions that curse your body right now.

What if Nikolai hates you now?

That was even worse— If the only human being that cares about you hates you, you wouldn't bear the pain that'll come along with that.

As your brain keeps creating possible scenarios that might happen after this incident, tears spill from your eyes down your cheeks and you hide your face with your hands; palms muffling the small sobs that escape your lips like before.

Suddenly, you feel a weight on top of you.

You peek through the gap of your fingers and meet with Nikolai’s face nuzzling against your chest; his nose tickling your collarbone. Large and strong arms that had carried you like a princess before, are now wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Don't leave me… I love you so much, please…” He whines against your skin, almost as if he wants to sink inside you and be enveloped in your embrace. “Please, dove, pleasepleaseplease…”

Another sob leaves your mouth— Nikolai's fingers clutch around your ribs, nails almost digging desperately into you.

Slowly, you slide your hands to his back, rubbing it in small circles as you keep crying against the top of his head, his white locks feel soft against your cheek.

Instead of comforting you, he was the one being comforted.

“You're not going anywhere, are you?” He looks up at you. It didn’t sound like a threat, but you knew it actually was.

You shook your head; it's not like you have an alternative.

Nikolai sighs, nuzzling back against you and closing his eyes. After noticing you stopped caressing his back, he nudges your side as an indication to keep doing it.

“…Dove, you’re mine… If anything, I should be the one to take your life away from you…” He mumbles, giggling as your breath hitches at his words.

You can't escape him anymore.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[storyofmychoices]

Bitten by Love ❤️

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (Vampire AU) Word Count: ~500 Rating/Warnings: Teen, TW: blood / vampires

Synopsis: Vampire!Daenarya feeds on her favorite human.

This is a one-shot AU (at least for now). The art in the header is by @cashweasel and the full art can be seen here.

His gaze narrowed slightly, a knowing smile spreading on his lips. He knew that look.

Her eyes simmered, a need growing. Her tongue slipped through her closed lips, almost instinctively, her heightened senses drawing her nearer.

He loved that look. Some joked that looks could kill, but this one literally could, but he couldn't get enough. He loved her like this, on the verge of taking what she wanted. What she needed. Him.

His deft fingers raked through his dark hair, brushing the length back over his shoulder. His head dipped slightly to the left, better exposing his supple neck, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist.  

She was there with impossible speed. "That's a dangerous look," she whispered against his skin. Her tongue dragged teasingly up his neck, tracing his delectable vein. Her efforts moved toward his lips, kissing him deeply, fully, reminding him who he belonged to.

Her fangs teased his lower lips as she released him. "I think you just may enjoy this more than I do."

Breathless, his gaze darkened, his pupils widening as he took her in. "And if I do?" His head fell further to the side. "Or maybe I just enjoy that look in your eyes when you meet mine, knowing what comes next."

"Careful," she warned. Her eyes burned darker, desperate yet disciplined, a fire burning that could consume the world but held safely, tempered by her love for him.

He laced his fingers with hers, his thumb brushed over her knuckles. "I trust you—"

Daenarya's lips traced a gentle path along his neck, kissing softly against his pulse point, which grew faster beneath her.

He inhaled sharply at her touch. "—Always."

She sank her fangs into his neck, savoring the soft cry that slipped from his lips. It had taken some time, but she had learned how to drink while causing him the least pain... unless it were a day when he wanted a bit more, but today, she was gentle. She hummed in grateful appreciation, lapping up the sweet and salty taste of his blood spilling just for her.

His eyes closed, allowing the rush that came from her feeding to overwhelm him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced and one he was happy to endure for her as long as he could. He gently squeezed her hand.

She returned the gesture, taking one last taste before pulling back. Her tongue danced up his neck, licking up every last drop. As she finished, she wrapped her arms around him, steadying him. "I've got you." She whispered, softly kissing up his neck and across his jaw. "What do you need?"

His lips pulled into a satisfied smile that matched her own. "Just this." Mal drew her lips back to his.

She would have honored any request, but this one, she was more than happy to oblige. Her cool fingers brushed gently along the back of his neck as she kissed him again and again.

A/N: Thank you for giving this little indulgent piece a chance. I don't know why but I just love the idea of Vampire!Daenarya and Human!Mal. Eventually she'd turn him because she wouldn't want to live without him, but for now they're both enjoying the unique dynamic.

Not really edited or revised so please forgive any mistakes. ❤️

[collegiateanimationfan]

Trader Johann RTTE Season 3

WARNING: HUGE POST AHEAD!! MASSIVE spoilers for RTTE S3!

Hello Lovely People! About a year ago, I mentioned how my sister and I were working on a list of all of the references and head-canons that we had noticed regarding the Johann betrayal in the seasons and episodes leading up to the reveal, and I had posted wondering if anyone else would be interested in see that list. The response was overwhelming, and we set to it.  

This was such a fun process, and we got to rewatch a huge portion of RTTE through working on this list. It has been such a labor of love, and I am so proud of it. HOWEVER 

Here is our disclaimer. We do A LOT of inferring and connection of head cannon dots in this post. Therefore, please DO NOT fill any re-posts with anger or negativity if you strongly disagree with a head-canon that we have included in this list. We would love to discuss them, but please don’t simply repost “wrong” or anything else related if you don’t agree. We would love for these posts to be a place where the community can discuss the craziness that is Traitor Johann and not argue about who is “right” about one connection or head-canon or another. It is also highly likely that we missed something that disproves any details or head-cannons in a different episode or time, and if you notice that, please let us know!  :)

Season 3 Notes:  

Episode 1: The Enemy of My Enemy 

Johann knows exactly what will draw in Hiccup, a dragon hunters’ ship might be the only type of ship he would even stop to investigate. It was also placed close enough to the Edge that anyone who was on patrol would have found it. The ship was obviously a trap.  

Headcannon: Dagur never knew that Johann was involved, which is pretty much proven later. These men shown are not Viggo’s, and this is maybe the first time in the series where this is the case. The branding also could prove that these men are not even Johann’s but Krogan/Drago’s. I think there is a lot left to individual interpretation as to when and how Viggo, Krogan/Drago, and Johann came together to try and take down Hiccup with the King of Dragons.  

Episode 4: Turn and Burn   

(This is one of my favorite episodes because I am a huge fan of Snotlout, and this episode has a TON of Hiccup and Snot bonding) Nothing related to Johann though.  

Episode 5: A Buffalord Soldier 

Viggo admitted that he killed the people on the fishing boat to poison one of the riders. This is similar to the dragon hunters’ boat from episode 1. Placed just enough in the reaches of the Edge’s water space that one of the riders was guaranteed to find it. He also knew that Hiccup was capable of finding the dragon and he was not. Viggo’s respect for Hiccup was used over and over again to lead to benefit for Viggo.  

“I knew where to get the supply, if I could only generate the demand.”  

Viggo didn’t even know for certain that the dragon existed, but he knew that Hiccup would search for it until the end of the earth and there was a better chance than Viggo himself to find it. This is similar to how Johann uses Viggo and Hiccup to lead him to the King of Dragons. I also think that Viggo might have used the Scourge as a way to make his men search harder for the Buffalord, and when they couldn’t find it, tried to tap Hiccup’s brain – which worked for a short time.  

“Supply and Demand” is also a phrase that Johann has routinely used in the show.  

“That’s a loss I’m not willing to take.” Hiccup’s line to Viggo. I believe that this was what clued Viggo into Hiccup’s affection for Astrid, that he had romantic feelings for her that were deeper than even the extreme friendships that he had with the rest of the riders. Viggo had not previously known that and used it against him once he had the chance in S4E10.  

Episode 7: To Heather or Not to Heather  

There is a shot here that the dragon hunters were tipped off that the Riders would be aiding the Nadder migration by Johann. My sister and I believe that he was working totally in the shadows and pulling strings to try and create accidents or incidents for the Riders during this time, but never took bold actions because he was trying to maintain the relationships that he had built for as long as possible. I think there is a solid chance that this was one such planned incident.  

Episode 8: Stryke Out 

The man in charge of this ring hates Ryker, and is confident in his job enough to say that which means that he could be employed by someone who he believes would protect him even if that comment got back to Ryker. The island that Hiccup and Snotlout found was a trap, and a linkage island for traders to meet up, maybe even run secretly by Johann for his wares too.  

“Tell me where they are!” is one of my favorite moments of the entire series.  This is one of my favorite twin sub-plots of the series as well!  

Episode 9: Tone Death  

Mysterious dragon trader/hunter, who slips in and out and has amazing knowledge of how to get to place to place.... Could this be Johann? Or another one of his goons under specific orders?  It is never really again mentioned, but the Death Song egg is certainly in the "rare and valuable" category that Johann flaunts.

The egg could have been planted as a trap for the Riders. The hunters tried to protect it for a time, but it was very easily abandoned over the threat of their own capture, something that is fairly uncommon in the rest of the series. “They want the egg? Give it to them.”  

Episode 10: Between a Rock and a Hard Place 

Losing the quarry and the stronghold was not in Viggo’s plan, this was a time he underestimated the Riders, and led to a big loss. We think this could have been one of the first times that compounded Johann’s eventual decision to come out of his shadowed leadership and break his cover.  

Episode 11: Family on the Edge 

Hiccup: “Viggo doesn’t defend it because he thinks we don’t know about it.”  

Dagur: “Hiccup, you’re too gullible. Why attack now...did the number of ships go up?”  

Hiccup: “Well-”  

Dagur: “Of COURSE IT DID. Because eight ships wasn’t enough to draw you in! Use your brain Hiccup!”  

Viggo and Johann have a deep understanding of exactly what pushes Hiccups buttons, and Johann would have heard enough conversation to understand what the riders were comfortable taking on. I think a lot of people forget that this man was akin to a yak to the Berkians and the Riders. He was part of their community, and his personality was enough to equally make you forget that he was there, yet never forget him. That is part of his genius and mentioned in the reveal. Behaving as a “buffoonish fool” made him invisible in important conversations. They assumed he wasn’t listening or understanding but he was always doing both.  

“That it was a trap. All along.”  Excuse me while I sob over this episode again even though he lives.

Episode 12: Last Auction Heroes 

The whole thing at the beginning was doubly staged if you can think through that irony. All three parties playing different “decieving” roles in order to maintain an image for another. It’s crazy to think how easily the riders were played here in Viggo and Johann’s perspective.  

“Are you sure he is coming?” “Positive.” This could have been the first time Johann put Krogan and Viggo togehter to try and open them to the idea of working together to defeat Hiccup, or even be aware of each other on a deeper level. We know that Krogan and Viggo were enemies at one point, and this could have been the first show of trust for both of them to try and form a truce in the name of taking down the Riders, or finding the King of Dragons.

Johann is the one who convinced Hiccup to bring the gold, and it is never shown that anyone else displayed wealth, even though he told Hiccup that was the only way into the auction.  This could have been the agreed upon way between Viggo and Johann that the rider in disguise could be pinpointed.  

Episode 13:  Defenders of the Wing Part 1 

Terror-mail: Its a 50/50 that either Johann or Viggo came up with this strategy of the line where Viggo and Hiccup would “split” the archipelago. Either way Johann benefits.  

Tag Gang:

@camille-the-space-ghost @valiantdust @autisticlittleman @little-bullheaded-shit @g4laxy-drag0n @idontknowreallywhy

[claudeng80]

Letters From the Front (WWI AU)

December 1914

I never expected to receive anything in the mail, least of all from you. When it had become clear I had nobody at home to miss me, my lack of letters because something of a daily jest for the unit. Your package put a stop to that, and my only regret was that I was so busy being surprised myself that I forgot to enjoy the looks on their faces.

The young master made a real point of the fact you were a generous sort. I guess the right thing to start with would be an apology, right? If I’d known you were this kind of person from the start, I wouldn’t have agreed to do what I did. I owe you one. Let’s all hope you get a chance to collect on it.

And thanks for the book. I heard a story about a guy who had a book in his pocket save him from a bullet. I’m not saying I’m counting on it, but why take chances? It’s going everywhere with me now.

That said, I’ve been assigned to the young master’s unit for good, so he’ll be keeping a close eye on me. Surely I can’t get into too much mischief anymore. He made the best face when I said I was writing you a letter, but he sends his regards. No, not regards, he says I have to cross that out and get it right, that’s an order. He sends his love.

And on that note I remain your irresponsible correspondent,

Obi

***

February 1915

Why am I not surprised you lined up for nurse training the moment you had the chance? It may not be your original plan- yes, I did overhear your intentions for medical school, and I’m not asking what happened to that- but these days none of us end up exactly where we plan to. But I’m sure you will be a great nurse. So many soldiers will be cured on the spot by the simple sight of your cheerful face that we will overwhelm the Germans with healthy numbers alone. Please write back and tell me about all the stupid injuries you see. I can’t wait.

The lieutenant sends his love, again.

Obi

***

May 1915

I promise I’m not going to make any more jokes about getting injured. If I had not already learned my lesson from the extensive lecture in your last letter- honestly, you do not need to waste so much paper on me- I would have learned it in the last couple of days. Today I write to you from a field hospital. Don’t worry, I am in one piece, all that is missing is a large quantity of blood and the nurse tells me I can fix that myself so long as the army sees fit to supply me with enough meat. I will do my best to keep the blood on the inside from now on, but I am not going to complain about the extra meat ration.

I know you’re going to ask me about the hospital, but I refuse to describe it. It’s much like any other hospital, save that all the medics are officers and order us patients around incessantly. You would have been impressed with the man who sewed up the hole in me, though- it’s hard to tell whether it was his stitches or the cursing that stopped the flow. He was truly gifted on both counts.

Lieutenant Zen stopped by to visit. He is very busy. He says he appreciates your letters greatly and sends his love.

Your only-a-little-exsanguinated friend,

Obi

***

July 1915

I will start with the most important news: we are all in good health. For now, at least, I should say, because the shadow of doom lies upon us. Our unit has acquired a creature. It is a scruffy dog of indeterminate breed that has an endless appetite for the beans we are all so heartily sick of and one trick that it will display on command. He falls down dead when “shot,” which is not that original a feat, but nobody thinks I’m funny when I remind them we’re all capable of the same. Somehow when the dog does it, it’s amusing.

I am not yet convinced it will not kill and eat me in my sleep, but it insists on bedding down on my feet. At least, if it does, I will go out with warm toes, I suppose.

I am very glad to hear that everyone at Wistal is thriving and that you are assisting Lady Haki in her plans. Zen has concerns about the practicalities of establishing a recovery hospital in such a grand home, but I am sure that with the two of you teamed up it can be nothing but a success. Do not let all the soldiers fall in love with you; broken hearts are not conducive to recovery, and we need them all back out here.

Zen sends his love. He says he will try to draw the dog for you. If he does, please save the picture because I want to see it.

With regards from the future dog food on the hoof,

Obi

***

December 1915

Last week I received five of your letters at once; it seems they have been chasing me around Europe for some time. The bounty of news from home is a bit overwhelming- I have been rationing them so as to take it all in manageable bites.

There is little more that I can tell you than ever; winter is cold, but dry. We slide on the icy mud instead of sinking into it; equally treacherous but a trade I, for one, welcome. Our French counterparts have celebrated the feast of St. Nicholas, and also we heard the faint celebrations from our opponents in the distance, but nobody would be foolish enough to leave their boots off for long enough to acquire treats, or to eat treats that had been in close contact with boots. Obviously the saint pays no attention when the rules aren’t followed, because we are entirely lacking in treats. It’s hard to imagine Christmas will be any different.

Oh, I suppose I do have one item of note to report- we came across the wreckage of a downed airplane. We hear them snarling overhead from time to time, but it’s the first I’ve had a close look at, and now that I have, you will not catch me clamoring any more for a ride in one. On the ground, it was a pile of sticks and cloth, no more substance than a toy. I’ll keep my feet on the ground, thank you.

With jaunts up walls and into the trees when warranted, of course. Those are sturdy and don’t count. But my point is that I got a piece of the plane as a souvenir. I can’t say I know what it is, but I hope I can show it to you someday.

I can’t get my hands on Zen to get a message from him this time, but I’m sure he would send his love as always if I could pin him down to do it.

Sincerely,

Obi

***

April 1916

I understand you may have had some distressing news about the progress of the front; whatever you read, you don’t need to worry about us. We are fed regularly and our feet are dry and healthy. I have not been eaten by the dog yet. 

Zen sends his love.

Obi

***

June 1916

I am well.

I have been admitted to hospital wounded/sick. I am doing well and will return to duty soon.

I have received your letter/telegram/parcel dated June 1, 1916.

Letter follows at first opportunity.

I have received no letter from you lately/for a long time.

Signature: Obi

***

Shirayuki lays the postcard on top of the stack. The edges of the cheap paper are starting to fray, but she can’t leave it alone. After all of these months of regular letters, he sends her a form postcard completely lacking in information, and then nothing. It's been four months. She doesn’t even know what to write back anymore.

“Put your boyfriend’s letters away already and come on,” Yuzuri complains, and Shirayuki yanks open the desk drawer. The pile’s too tall to fit now, and she has to split it, adding Obi’s latest letters on top of Zen’s much slimmer pile. “You’ll find out when you find out, reading that postcard for the thousandth time isn’t going to tell you anything new.”

“It’s not-” Objecting is a reflex now, but a futile one. She knows Yuzuri has heard the whole explanation at least three times now. She just doesn’t listen, or doesn’t believe what she hears. She doesn’t have a boyfriend, she has two soldiers she’s writing to. She’d known them both not even three weeks before they enlisted, and neither Zen’s hasty proposal or Obi’s abject apology makes either of them a boyfriend.

No matter what Obi thinks. She’s given up trying to explain to him either; her ink and paper are better spent on other topics.

“They’re going to start without us!” Yuzuri dances at the door. “Do I look all right?”

***

She’s not superstitious, of course, doesn’t believe in ghosts walking the earth on All Hallow’s Eve, but if she did, the light and chatter coming through the open windows make Wistal house a very appealing destination. She and Yuzuri and all the other nurses who board in the gatehouse take this walk every day, usually a few minutes of serenity before the intense day of work. Tonight’s train of nurses are anything but serene.

Lady Haki raided the Wistal attics, so they are a fancy parade as well as a merry one. Yuzuri leads the way in one of Lady Haruto’s old Royal Ascot outfits complete with hat, their precious victrola clutched in her arms. Haki comes next, very dapper in a morning suit borrowed from her husband’s closet. Shirayuki would have been fine to skip the fancy dress, but the others reminded her just how much their American patients were longing for a Halloween party. She couldn’t disappoint them, and that’s how she ended up wearing her weight in ruffles in some Wisteria dowager’s bustle dress. The color is nice, but it does feel very odd to know how much she looks like her grandmother’s wedding portrait right now.

When the nurses make their grand entrance, patients smile at them from under their bandages. Two of the more ambulatory, one with bandages wrapped loosely around him like a mummy and another wearing a bedsheet for a turban scramble to divest Yuzuri of the victrola and Haki of the pile of records, already squabbling about which music to put on first. The feathers on Yuzuri’s hat block Shirayuki’s vision, and when she turns to bat them away, her attention is arrested by an unfamiliar face.

Or perhaps not unfamiliar, but unexpected- she knows she’s seen those gold eyes under thin eyebrows, that hedgehog hair untamed by the uniform hat now tucked beneath his arm. He’s not a patient here, despite the bandages, but he knows her, too, she can tell.

Yuzuri’s feathers assault her nose again, and by the time she’s moved herself out of the danger zone, the stranger is a step closer. The victrola starts up with a crackle, the first lilting notes of the Aeroplane Waltz filling the air, and the corner of his mouth twitches. 

That mouth she knows, though. It was the same quirk on the stranger’s face before he admitted to being the real thief. His eyes twinkled, just for a moment, then the smirk slid into a full-on beam. Just a few words to admit he was the one who slipped the Wistal silver into Shirayuki’s bag, and Zen pushed him off the balcony.

One week later he was with Zen on a troop train to the Continent.

Her feet move faster than they should in a dress not her own, but she can’t help it. One stride short of her target, unfamiliar heels catch in the unfamiliar hem, but there’s only a moment of free-fall before she is stopped. Her hands lock around his wrists, and his hands around hers. “You’re here,” she breathes.

“In almost one piece,” he agrees, and then a true smile blooms. His hands twist out of her grasp and before she knows it she’s spinning, scrabbling at his shoulders as her skirt swishes around her feet even though he’s holding her steady. His laugh is a beautiful sound that for months she’d thought she’d never get the chance to hear, and somehow the Obi of her letters and this man in front of her click into place. He’s wry asides in awkward script, but he’s also solid muscle under green wool and raindrops in hair. She wants to grab hold of him until he is as familiar to her as all his letters.

But he winces, setting her down abruptly, and folds over stiffly. “Ow,” he says, like it’s a joke. 

She knows that reaction, and the shame behind it all too well. “You’re hurt.” He watches her out of the corner of his eye, as though if he pretends it’s not there she’ll do anything but scold him.

“Wouldn’t be here if I weren’t,” he says at last. A pinprick of blood spreads on his shirt.

Shirayuki sighs. “At least you’re in the right place.” The examination room should be empty, with everyone at the party right now. Yuzuri catches her eye with a quizzical look, and when Shirayuki points to the door, she answers with a wink. “Let’s take a look at the problem. But I can’t promise to be cheerful if you can’t take care of your wounds.”

“Oh, I do have an order to carry out,” he says, and Shirayuki pauses. It’s not going to stop her from getting his wound set to rights, but if he’s going to protest she may have to bring in reinforcements. “Zen sends his love.”

“Enough about him,” Shirayuki snaps, and Obi stares down at her. Perhaps she was a little harsh, but that’s not who she wants to hear about right now. She pushes Obi into the examination room. “Now tell me how this happened.”

[notoriouslynoone]

HEAR ME OUT-

I have come from the abyss to make a proposition.

We all know the ikemen series can get admittedly a little interchangeable with some of the thems and characters. Not that there all the same by any means, but you could most definitely switch up the cast without sacrificing too much plot, or atmosphere. So, a little worm crawled in brain a while back and refuses to die so...I guess I'll pass it along....

You might've seen the Villains/Prince card gotcha colab they did a month or more ago with Jude and Liam. It was relatively well received, yet I'm servierly disappointed this concept hasn't been played around with much in the respective fandoms.

So, since Cybird gave us some princely villains, I've come armed and prepared with the alternative.

"But the princes are all to sweet to become villains!" you cry.

Oh, ho, ho~ How wrong you would be.

The curses of the Crown members actually correspond with the personalities of the Rhodolite princes quiet nicely and we must remember that they fundamentally change how one naturally goes about their life. It's an entirely different mental strain that I think in the cases such as Leon's (whose self righteousness is glorified in its own right) could bring out some juicey aspects of their character we wouldn't otherwise see. (Honestly Leon was too perfect, I kept wondering when he was gonna go savage, nope...never did. I really want him to go all William on some evil...if that makes any sense.) Not to mention we'd go from the "we care because we're family" group dynamic, to the "well, shit i guess we're sorta family" dynamic. (Chevalier and Clavis being begrudging childhood friends working as business partners? Yes please!)

So we got (as I see it)-

A monarch-Leon

Fox- Nokto

Mirror- Clavis

Fairy- Chevalier

Huntsman- Jin

Throns- Luke

Sariel fulfills the role of the tall, dark, and dominating leader. (Not that Victor is...wait, nope, wedding event. Epilog)

The only issue I had was with Yves and Licht. They just don't fit, right? I mean honestly-oh, wait....

These curses change their holders more than any of the others. Really-would Elbert be a normally traumatized dude without his obsession with beauty? And Liam...

Well, that something else completely- but back to Yves.

My conflict regarding him came from the initial comparison I made between him and Liam. They’re nearly opposites when you think about it, or at least not the neat squeeze the others were logically beyond them both being cat-coded, until...

The fits.

This curse is particularly sinister due to them and it was when I began to think of the fits it all came together, ish...it's not like I've really flushed it out or anything.

Yves can't kill.

It's a horrific embarrassment for him as a member of the queen's secret army, of course, one the others make do to point out early in Emma's stay as fairytale keeper.

"We know how to cover eyes, just fine. Don't we Yves-ie boy?"

He grunts, pout twisting into a snarl. "I've never closed my eyes! I can stand it all just fine, thank you! I just like to have a little control over myself, unlike some people!"

"Aw, but what's the fun in that? Don't you ever want a taste of the 'darkness'," Calvis snickered, fingers quoting the air.

"I taste enough as it is, thank you."

"So you really haven't..killed? Her guts lurched, rejecting the abnormality of the sentence.

"What-of course I've killed! I'm apart of Crown! You saw us murder a man, remember?"

"It was mostly Leon," Licht flatly chimed.

Yves shot him a glare full of daggers. "The point is that I have-"

"Not on purpose." The room stopped, turning toward Nokto and his silver smirk. "It's why you joined, isn’t it? How’s it going by the way? Any trouble with the fits?"

Not everyone is rude about it. Actually, there's an overwhelming amount of support working in the background. They give him important, granted safe, missions that allow him to explore and exploit his curiosity without fear of cracking under the weight of it. Our princey boys would be a lot more resistant to their curses than our villain babes. In Yves case, he is so repressive he lives in fear of zooting out everyday for a whole different reason than Liam.

Liam's fits are connected to anxiety, grief, depression, guilt...

Well for Yves it's fear primarily. Don't get me wrong, there's self-loathing in there, but it's almost like a defense. So, due to events of the past that would be drawn out over the course of 18 chapters, he is terrified to kill, yet has and certainly will, but avoids doing so at all costs. (Which some of the others secretly respect him for. )

He takes it upon himself to survey Emma as fairytale keeper-to ensure her competence, NOT because the situation sucks and she must be so scared and everyone’s so scary-

Then of course it becomes exclusive, because he's safe and the missions are easy...

Until it's not.

He wants a challenge, something really plump to sink his teeth into. (Emma has really done a number on his confidence at this point.) They give it to him and it goes well, that is until one of the left over thugs, (which ever one tried to have a monolog, you know) grabs Emma when he's distracted. The situation turns, some of the dudes are up. They rough him around, threaten her, that sorta thing, then one pushes him down.

"You might as well go home kitty, you can't do shit to us."

He gets up, hand grazing the touch of metal at his side. It slips from its leather bed. He approaches the bastard tormenting Emma and plunges his knife between his neck and spine. One guy tries to get him by the shoulders; he turns and stabs him in the gut. The rest back away, he steps forward, both hands clinging to the now dripping blade-

And lunges.

Emma doesn't even have time to breathe.

(Does it look like Yves? Probably not, but for a 15 minute 2am pen-sketch it's okay. It's actually what inspired me to write this whole thing.)

He twirls around to face her, so, so happy and it takes everything not to scream. She smiles instead, moving towards his open arms, her own broadly spread.

"You did it!" Her body collapses against him, trembling. "That man, he-I...thank you."

Something dark passed through his gaze, then sank into the crook of her neck. "You're welcome..."

So yeah that's what I got. Cool, ay? Come on, it'd be fun....

Still unsure abut Licht, kinda feel like you might have to make up a curse for him. Big bad wolf or something...more or less to match Nokto. They are twins after all.

Welp thanks for reading if did!

Peace~

[moonlight0934]

Curled Up

Akutagawa curls up on his side, his eyes glassed over. He can’t even seem to lift his head at this point, mostly because of how heavy the collar around his neck is. It’s thick metal, and it’s the only thing his captors think is keeping Rashomon at bay. He can tell that he’s got an infection, but he can’t even tell which wound it’s originating from. All in all, he’s in a pretty poor state. A state that someone hasn’t gotten him into in a long time. Normally it takes a lot of skill to bring Akutagawa down, but not this time.

Mori hands Akutagawa a file. He takes his, his blank eyes scanning the first page immediately.

“You want me to let myself get captured? Why?”

“We need someone to get the information that’s specified inside that. Get it, then wait for the Black Lizard to pick you up. You’re not going to be able to get out by yourself, so your only job after getting captured is to discreetly get the information. That can be through word of mouth, or reading it. Whatever you need to do without getting caught doing it.”

“So, how do you want me to get captured?”

“Well, it needs to be realistic, so you should go into the gang’s territory. Pretend like you’re trying to capture one of their shipments of drugs, then let yourself be overwhelmed. Just make it believable.”

Akutagawa hums, flipping the file closed.

“Akutagawa, this is important. I don’t have to tell you what’s going to happen if you fail, or go off script, right?”

“No, sir. I already know. I’m going to talk to my team, and then I’ll head down there.”

Akutagawa opens his eyes, trying to reorient himself. It’s too hard though since there isn’t any light, and his internal clock got messed up after he’d been there for five days. So, he just curls tighter despite his screaming ribs, and the burning cuts all over his skin.

Maybe I should just break myself out. I don’t know what Mori meant when he said I wouldn’t be able to. There aren’t even that many people here anymore. I could definitely get out. I shouldn’t though. I can’t disobey, but why is it taking them so long to get here?

The heavy cell door swings open.

“Are you ready to talk yet?” the man standing in the doorway asks.

Akutagawa can’t tell which of his captors it is, because the fever is blurring his vision too much. So, he just closes his eyes again instead. The man walks over, and hauls Akutagawa to his feet.

“What, the Port Mafia can’t do any better than you? You ain’t put up a bit of resistance since you got here. What, you starting to like having a new master?” he asks, leaning uncomfortably close to Akutagawa’s ear. “Or is it because we took that stupid jacket of yours? Is that it? Can you not use your useless ability without it?”

Akutagawa tries to ignore him, which would be easy enough if he wasn’t so close to him. The proximity makes Akutagawa’s skin crawl. Before he can even contemplate the consequences of his actions, he uses his shirt to summon Rashomon. Then he slits the man’s throat, almost enough to decapitate him. He falls backwards, his head hitting the wall. He manages to bring his hands up enough to slightly cushion the blow, but his vision still spins.

He can hear footsteps pounding down the hallway. He pulls himself to his feet, and kills three of them before they start shooting at him. He’s able to avoid getting shot, but before he can do anything else, someone smashes something into the back of his head. He blacks out immediately. Everything sounds like it’s underwater when he wakes up. The lights are far too bright, and he squints his eyes closed. He barely even feels it when they shock him this time, but it still feels like an eternity before he’s thrown back into his cell. He’s only woken up by the sounds of gunshots.

What is that?

Gin slits the last man’s throat, and tosses him into the wall. Hirotsu surveys the room with a critical eye. Tachihara runs back in, drawing Gin’s attention.

“I found Akutagawa, but he tried to kill me as soon as I got close.”

Gin’s heart sinks.

“Well, he has been here for a long time,” Hirotsu says, making a face.

“How long has it actually been?” Tachihara asks.

“Almost two weeks. I’m surprised he’s still alive.”

“But how are we going to get him out of here? If he’s been tortured for that long, then is there any way to get through to him?” Tachihara asks.

“Stay here, and stay quiet,” Gin commands, then walks past them.

She heads the same way that Tachihara just came from. Akutagawa is curled in the corner of the cell. He has a thick metal collar around his neck, and shackles around his hands. He’s shirtless, and covered in blood. His breathing is labored, and he’s wheezing. Gin stops a few feet away.

“Ryuu, you need to wake up.”

Akutagawa’s bloodshot eyes peek open. Before his eyes can find her, he starts coughing. Blood leaks out of his mouth, but he doesn’t keep trying to cough anything up. Gin races over. She pulls Akutagawa across her lap, ignoring him flinching. Being in pain is better than not breathing. She starts pounding on his back between his shoulder blades.

He finally spits out the blood clots from his throat, and takes a raspy breath. His nails and eyelids are light blue. Gin picks the locks on the shackles, then scoops him up, hating how he doesn’t even respond. Tachihara and Hirotsu look surprised when she comes in with him, but immediately tell all the goons to get back to base.

“Tachihara, make sure everyone else gets back to base. Gin and I are going to get Akutagawa to a hospital,” Hirotsu says, waving Tachihara off.

Gin nods, and follows Hirotsu out to his car. She puts Akutagawa in the back, then climbs in beside him on the other side of the car. She turns him over onto his side, and starts working on getting the collar off. She only manages to get it off right before they reach the hospital. Once he’s been admitted, Gin turns to Hirotsu.

“I can believe this. When Mori sent us on that other mission, he said he was going to send a different team. Why would he do this?”

“I don’t know. It’s probably another one of his manipulation tactics.”

Gin frowns, folding her arms tightly across her chest. They don’t speak again, instead just waiting in silence.

[lowcosmic]

LETS GO REQUESTS R OPEN!!! can u plz make a oneshot out of rantaro w/ this song :3

youtu.be/El0AfTkxfyM?si=RoGYqdzonyQUrUWl

-🌐

—— killshot .

— 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : you’re in love with rantaro amami , so much that you feel his simple presence isn’t enough and that your heart can’t take the overwhelming need anymore.

— 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff

— 𝙘𝙬 : none

— 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 : a songfic of the song killshot !! ahh this was so bad i’m sorry

Something chronic Bit demonic  I been on the late shift All alone, staring at my phone

↳ you , as a part time worker with not many customers , decided to kill time by browsing on your phone. just as you were skimming through a certain classmate’s posts , that very person opened the door to come inside.

→ rantaro amami. your favored classmate and best friend. but you wouldn’t mind taking it further with him , he was that charismatic.

Sin and tonic Stupid promise Something like a death wish  All alone, stare into my soul

→ “ ah , hey! i had some free time , so i decided to visit. ” he smiled softly , walking over to you.

→ “ at nine o’ clock? ha , how flattering. ” you offered a smile back. “ i’m practically starving , so … wanna eat? ”

→ rantaro chuckled and agreed , stating that was the other reason why he was here.

→ you both sat down at a booth , eating away and talking by bits and pieces. you met his eye a few times before your face heated up , causing you to look away. but he definitely saw , sending a few subtle flirtatious remarks and gestures to you.

→ he was going to be the death of you.

If I wanna stay alive You should never cross my mind Yeah I knew it  I been through it

→ he was different from all the others you’d fallen for. he was caring. he was kind. and you’d be so distraught if anything were to happen to him. he occupied your thoughts , much like a schoolgirl crush.

→ it was obvious to everyone else that there was chemistry between you both. but did he notice? being the person he’s known as , he probably did. but he sure didn’t say anything about it.

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah I knew it  I been through it

Oh god Can you make my heart stop Hit me with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious ( repeats again )

→ “ do … you mind if i sit next to you? it’ll be easier to talk … ” when he slid next to you after your consent , you found it harder to talk normally with him so close by. and it didn’t help that he kept brushing his hand against yours or staring so deeply at you.

→ you just wished he could kiss you already.

Stolen nectar Misadventure Something like a death kiss Growing cold, under your control

Knowing better Twisted pleasure Got me feeling breathless  Growing cold, will you let me go?

→ “ oh , it’s getting late … ” you had muttered. rantaro simply put his hand over yours.

→ you curled your hand with his , savoring the contact. “ do you want me to go? ” he asked.

→ “ no , ” you simply replied , letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

→ “ it’s an … unconventional place to say this , but … ”

If I wanna stay alive You should never cross my mind Yeah I knew it  I been through it

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah I knew it  I been through it

→ your heart swelled with excitement , opening your ears fully to whatever he was about to say.

→ “ i like you. a lot. do you want to be my girlfriend? ” he finished. it was one of the few times where you’d seen something related to anxiety in his eyes.

→ you wrapped your arms around him , hugging him before moving your head to kiss him.

Oh god Can you make my heart stop Hit me with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious God Can you make my heart stop Honey with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious

Come and get that honey Sweeter than I ever knew  Tell me that you love me Love me till my lips turn blue

→ thankfully , no one walked in on you two kissing. you mumbled against his lips a small “ i love you , ” before diving in again till the both of you could barely breathe in the suffocating air.

→ he’d wrapped his arms around your waist , pulling you closer.

Oo ooo ooo ooo  Walk into my bed like How long Got you in my head like  How long, how long

→ “ we … we should get going , huh? ” you panted out afterwards. it was raining outside , and your house was a far way off. rantaro offered for you to stay at his , and you happily accepted.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

[osaemu]

ミ★ can't go back, i'm haunted 🜚

in honor of today's distressing bsd chapter, i wrote a continuation of it for closure. haven't read the chapter yet? read it here

pairing: dazai x chuuya

summary: dazai had always been a constant in chuuya's life, but that was all about to change.

word count: ~0.9k

warnings: major bsd spoilers. blood. why do all my fics have blood in them? lots of angst. death. mentions of murder. mentions of suicide. not explicitly romantic but can be interpreted that way.

a/n: today's chapter killed me inside. killed. me. so obviously i had to write an angst fic to make my life even more miserable!!! also yeah there's some lines from the song haunted mixed in here 💞

being one of fyodor's vampire puppets was like being in a waking dream. chuuya was aware of his actions, but numb to any emotional sense. and yet, his lack of control didn't mean lack of courtesy.

fyodor saw what was happening a second too late – one second chuuya was just reaching out to close dazai's glazed eyelids, the next a soft blue light eminated from where his fingertips met dazai's bloodstained skin.

and a couple moments later, chuuya's mind clears. his senses return and he can clearly hear fyodor cursing over the intercom, but his focus is entirely on the scene in front of him – and it's straight out of his nightmares.

his cunning ex-partner, lying in a pool of his own blood. his eyes were closed, and as far as chuuya can tell, he wasn't breathing.

"fuck. fuck. dazai, can you hear me?" no response. "answer me, goddammit."

chuuya reached out and gently shakes dazai's shoulder, one of the few places he doesn't appear to be harmed in. "oi, dazai. answer me. fuck, wake up."

still, no response. but a couple seconds later, dazai coughs softly and hazily opens his eyes.

"ah, if it isn't my loyal dog..." dazai tries to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace. as he speaks, a thin trail of blood drips down his beat-up face from the corner of his mouth.

chuuya tries his best to look angry, but his concern overwhelms his growing urge to punch dazai's bloodied face. "damn it, dazai, what the fuck happened?" 

"heh..."

"don't heh me, dazai. what-"

and it all comes back. every memory from chuuya's time under fyodor's influence. how dazai had tried to drown him. how chuuya had shot him.

and why dazai was dying.

chuuya wanted to deny the bloodbath in front of his eyes – he wanted to tell dazai that he'd be stuck with him for a long time yet, but he wasn't stupid. neither of them were.

both of them had seen enough bloodshed to know what a fatal wound looked like.

dazai must have seen the mix of emotions on chuuya's face, because he tried to smile again and reached out shakily. "don't... beat yourself up... over this."

chuuya exhaled a bitter laugh and shook his head. this would be all he thought about for the rest of his life – if he had been more careful, if he had been stronger, could he have stopped this hellscape from happening? was there was anything at all he could have done?

the distraught ginger's train of thought drove off the rails when he felt dazai's calloused hand rest on his shoulder. "i've waited so this... for so long..."

"does it hurt?" the words seem to escape from chuuya's mouth, and the unusually childish question makes dazai's eyes shine – with tears or with amusement, it's impossible to tell.

"s'kind of numb now," dazai murmurs, closing his eyes again. "if i..." his words are cut off when coughs, blood splattering on the floor next to him. 

"if i couldn't die next to a beautiful woman, i... i suppose i'm fine with dying by your side instead, my dog..."

"dazai, shut the fuck up and open your damn eyes. stay with me."

like always, dazai ignores chuuya's request and keeps talking. always so stubborn, even on death's door...

"chuuya, i... i lied."

that gets chuuya's attention. resisting the urge to tell dazai to save his breath, gray eyes meet brown and wait for him to elaborate.

"what i said... when you were drowning-" dazai tries to move his blood-slicked hair out of his eyes but fails, so chuuya leans in and does it instead.

"i wasn't kidding." dazai's eyes are fluttering shut again, and it's honestly a miracle he's stayed conscious this long. "i... i do believe there were some moments where... we truly did connect."

flashes of happier times flicker through both partners's minds. when dazai used to steal chuuya's hat, when chuuya would get angry after losing a video game, and all the times when each knew the other would have their back – always.

dazai's grip on chuuya's shoulder starts to weaken. their eyes meet for the last time, and everything they never said passes between the two in a heartbeat. finally at peace, dazai smiles up at chuuya and trails a bloody hand down his anguished face, eyes drinking in every last detail.

dazai's next breath is his last.

the lights flicker overhead, as if they too are mourning his loss. chuuya barely feels dazai's hand slip from his face and thud softly on the floor. his focus is entirely on dazai's now-peaceful features, free of the shackles he called life.

death had always fascinated dazai. from the very moment chuuya met him, he had taken every opportunity to try and commit suicide.

but this wasn't suicide. it was murder. and chuuya was the murderer.

"you're not gone, no, you can't be gone," the ginger breathes, gray eyes trailing over dazai's limp body. "c'mon, don't leave me like this, bastard. wake the fuck up, please, wake up..."

but a dead body can't be revived, not even by the most twisted of abilities. dazai was gone.

seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass in the dimly-lit hallway. it's all the same to chuuya – for what is time without his ridiculous partner to share it with?

too many regrets, too little time. but life in the mafia has always been unforgiving, and if there's one thing chuuya's learned over the years, it's that there's a time and place for mourning.

so chuuya takes off his hat and places it gently on dazai's head, caressing it for a couple seconds before stepping away. he'd come back for the two of them later, but for now, he had a russian to kill.

a/n: even after writing all that i'm convinced that dazai's still alive. HE HAS TO BE. asagiri can't kill off sigma and dazai in the same chapter 😭

also requests are open and i really want to write bsd fluff headcanons and/or drabbles so drop any ideas u have in my ask box! love u lots 💞

anyways thanks sm for reading, and as always reblogs are very appreciated!

[chierafied]

20 Questions for Writers

The lovely @annabtg tagged me for this ages ago. Thank you! 💖 I've done this tag one or twice in the past, sorry to long-time followers with excellent memories, in case some of my answers have remained the same lol.

AO3 username: Chie (Chierafied)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 413

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1, 406, 470

3. What fandoms do you write for? Jily (Harry Potter), SessKag (InuYasha) and seldom IchiRuki (Bleach)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I’ll go ahead and name 6 so I can have an even spread between my two main fandoms.

Top 3 Jily fics by kudos:

#Jily

Much Tweeting About Crushing

Plan B

Top 3 SessKag fics by kudos:

Life After Loss

Stranger Than Fiction

Fifty Kilos of Fluff

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, and I think I reply to most of the comments I get on AO3. Though sometimes I don’t if I feel like I won’t have anything to say in reply or if I’ve been overwhelmed by the number of comments in the inbox and have left them there to rot for over a month by which point it feels too embarrassing to respond. 🙈 On other sites I don’t really reply to comments, as email notifs from Dokuga are broken and I don’t really go to FFnet anymore.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? For Jily, Ashes and A Lifetime, both microfics I wrote for moody March. For SessKag, Foil and Vagary come to mind first.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I mean fluff is my default setting so most my fics have a happy ending. 😅 Of the more recent fics, the Jily microfic Happily Ever After comes to mind. Or, for my SessKag fans, the holiday one shot Christmas Morning.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Any real hate is rare, though I have got one Anon hate comment telling me to kill myself because I wrote a ship the commenter didn’t like. But I have got plenty of criticism of one sort or another over the years. In particular, the (infamous) plot twist from Chain Of Love got enough feedback that I still, 12 years later, sometimes have an instinctual cringe to seeing a comment notification for that fic. 🙈

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I say no to this question, I’m sure there will be a choir of @drosselmeyerwrites, Wicked and Troll yelling liar. But personally I still don’t consider myself a smut writer. I do write (and have written) the occasional sex scene, but only 2 of those would qualify for smut. I like to usually keep my sex scenes fairly vanilla and I don’t like to name genitals etc. My comfort zone is more in sensual and emotional side of the spectrum, rather than explicitly detailed naughtiness.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? True crossovers, no. I don’t think I’ve written any. I’m more partial to fusions, e.g. Disney AU or a fairy tale retelling or whatever, in which you take the characters from fandom A and insert them into the world/plot of canon material B. Craziest of these fusions I guess would be my SessKag Star Wars AU one shot A Leap of Faith, which I’d pick for crazy as I’m not a Star Wars fan. Similarly, having never seen The Office, my jilychallenge one shot In the Dumps is one I wouldn’t have written if not prompted.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Once, that I know of. Though they did not claim to have written the fic themselves, someone did still opt to post my SessKag chapter fic Chain Of Love on Wattpad without my permission or knowledge, so I had it taken down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, more than one I think. There’s been the sporadic request over the years and I haven’t really kept track so I can’t name which ones. But the most recent was a Chinese translation to my SessKag one shot Cold.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Kind of? I’ve made a few attempts in the past with a close IRL friend of mine, but those attempts have always fizzled out fairly quickly. I’m not sure how well co-writing would suit me, as I can be a bit of a control freak.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer this question. I guess SessKag fandom has been my home for the longest time. IchiRuki used to be my favourite ship, but the epilogue kinda soured it all for me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There are several of these but the ones I most wish to finish are my jily fics Their Halcyon Days and Chasing That Silver Lining

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel I'm good at writing (bantery) dialogue and I'm known for my fluff. I'm good at telling complete stories in very few words. I think, or at least hope, I am pretty good at hitting people in the feels and hitting the emotional notes in the story, evoking a response in the reader as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation and editing. As proved last month, I can easily go for a full month of longer without writing a single word. If I don’t have a routine in place and only write “when I want to”, my writing becomes super sporadic. Editing is something I have very little patience for, so it's a step that, other than a basic proofread, I never really do. What are these 'drafts' people speak of?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think it depends a lot on if the language use can be justified and how it is executed, but I think this in one area where it might be best to proceed with caution.

19. First fandom you wrote for? David Eddings’ The Belgariad & The Malloreon.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? This question is impossible to answer, because my favourite anything is very much dependent on what mood I’m in and how the stars are aligned at any given time. Also there’s over 400 works to choose from. So I refuse to play favourites.

Tagging @siriuslychessi, @petals2fish, @jafndaegur, and @proudhanyou

[rykeiwrites]

Chronic Pain: Harbringers

🪷 Characters: Pantalone, Dottore, Childe

🪷 Genre: Physical Hurt/comfort, fluff

🪷 T/W: not anything i can think of

🪷 Notes: got my MRI done today so here’s hoping we finally find what my problem is

✧ Pantalone

One of the richest men in the world, he can more than afford the best doctors for you. He also hires a professional masseuse for you, and will pay for anything more you need. He makes sure that you won’t have work during the attacks. To be fair he probably would make sure you didn’t have to work at all, ever again, but if you are stubborn and still want to work he will try and make it so you work very close to him. He keeps an area in his office for you to come and rest with him, he is so busy and it’s hard to take time away so he rather you have a space near him to rest. He makes sure his office is quiet and dark enough for napping. He enjoys hearing you snore as he finishes up paperwork. 

✧ Dottore

Look as much as I want to write how supportive he is, and he is, we’re gonna have to acknowledge this man will experiment on you first and foremost. He has weird shots that range in effectiveness, and pain medicine that may or may not help. He doesn’t use you for prototypes though, he has a bunch of people for that, but if he knows it won’t kill you or make you worse he will be giving it to you. You’re also not seeing other doctors. He is too egotistical to have any type of second opinion, he will stay up weeks at a time to figure out everything about the area you are affected by. He will place you on an operating table in his lab and have you rest as the medicine tries to work. He will not go about experimenting until he can safely get you out of the lab again, but he doesn’t seem to mind when you need the rest. 

✧ Childe

I am so sorry actually. Childe will not leave you alone. All day he will be right up your ass shoving pain meds, baths, heating pads, and anything else that may help onto you. He is on any doctor’s case and will fight them if they dare even try to say you're being dramatic or anything. Honestly 10/10 for his ability to make doctors take you seriously. Unlike the other harbingers though it’s because he is willing to commit untold violence for you. He can be very overwhelming but he just worries so badly about you. He leaves you with family when he needs to travel to other countries for his job, and he’s glad the Rooster looks over you with his family. 

[waywardangel-wilds]

Here's a piece of what I wrote this morning:

“You’re medically trained?” Haymitch said, but it wasn’t really a question. He came over to sit on the couch to our right, drink in hand. “Any other skills between the two of you?”

I glanced up at him. His mocking tone had been changed for neutrality. I returned my focus to Peeta’s face.

“Katniss is a hunter. The very best.” Peeta said, opening his eyes. “She can take down anything, big, small, whatever. Get’s them in the eye every time.” I looked down at the kit. I wasn’t all that experienced with closing facial wounds, but maybe I could just use the butterfly bandages?

“That’s good. We can work with that.” Haymitch nodded. I pulled out the bandages. “How about you? What can you do?”

“Not much,” Peeta said honestly. “I’ve worked in a bakery my entire life. You don’t learn how to kill in there.”

I scoffed but continued working on his face. “Don’t sell yourself short.” I looked over at Haymitch. “Peeta is strong. A great fighter. He just won the wrestling tournament this week by throwing a guy over his back. He lifts hundreds of pounds in bags on flour almost everyday.” My eyes returned to Peeta’s wound. “The only people who’ve ever beat him in a fight are his own brothers.”

“Very good,” Haymitch was saying but Peeta started talking over him.

“She’s also a great tracker and trapper. Can climb anything. Oh, and she can swim.” I leaned back from him to glare, and he shrugged in return. “She’s got the highest shot at survival between us.”

“No, don’t—” I cut myself off and turned to face Haymitch myself. “Peeta’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. Perfect liar, great manipulator. He knows how to play people. He can beat this game.” I closed the medical kit. “He doesn’t need a bow and arrows; he can think his way out.”

“Well, that’s just not how this works,” Peeta sounded annoyed. “Listen, she’s the best bet.”

“Will you shut up—” I was saying.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Haymitch interrupted. “I’m the one that makes that decision. Now let’s talk strategy.” He put down his drink on the coffee table. He hadn’t even taken a sip. “How are we playing this?”

“Playing what?” I asked. Peeta put his hand on my leg.

“He means our relationship,” he clarified. “Everyone knows we’re married.”

Oh, right. I thought about that. What was there to play? We were sixteen and a couple, what else was there to say?

“I’m assuming you want to be a team?” Haymitch didn’t wait for verbal confirmation. I frowned, offended. “Okay, so what’s the story? Tragic young love? Childhood sweethearts? Fast recent and overwhelming? Happy to be together, in it to win?”

“What?” I looked at him. “Who cares?”

“I’m sure you remember this is a T.V. show, sweetheart.” Haymitch sneered. “You need an interesting storyline.”

Here's a link to the currently published work :)

[agentplutonium]

Seraph leige and 1920s!Milo/SH pls!!

(talking about this game)

hehehe my two favourite wips (lying they're all my favourite)

OKAY SO Seraph Liege is a wip of mine for NeXus and the general concept is the idea that Liege is trying their hardest to reach their "final form" (A seraph, but like, severely fucked up cause they are NOT supposed to do that). They do this through the help of the Priest that they came across in their first audio. I will give a small snippet but I am unsure if this is ever gonna go anywhere outside of this. (CW: manipulation, I think, just to be safe)

“Get up, Darling. It’s time to go.” “Who are you?” Liege paused, turning back to look at the priest. The poor thing was huddled against the wall, nearly cowering from them. The priest was terrified. “Whatever do you mean?” “Do I know you?” Liege made their way back, stepping over their latest victim to do so, slowly and deliberately as if to not scare off a stray animal. They crouched when they were close enough, face soft. “Of course, you know me, Darling. You know me very well.” “I…” Liege frowned at the response, or better lack thereof. Good pets didn’t have thoughts that didn’t revolve around their master. And they certainly don’t think about themselves, especially in the presence of said master. They flooded Darling’s mind as Liege sat there with good memories—only some of them being fabricated this time. Ones where they were there for Darling, ones where Darling worshiped them, memories where Darling felt amazing, being praised for doing what Liege wanted. Anything to get back on track.  They didn’t have time for this, but you can only expect so much from a pet. Liege will have to stop training Darling until they get the desired results. “Do you remember now?” Liege asked, lips still turned down at the corners. “I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you after that blow to your head.” Darling shivered as Liege’s hand came up to caress the back of his head.  “Yes, my Liege.” “Good. Now, get up, pet. You’ve wasted my time.”

and and the 1920's fic my beloved. This was something that was inspired by the amazing @dizzy-n-busy who made this amazing art of Milo

here's the jist-- Criminal Milo met Investigator Sweetheart at a bar, they hit it off, Milo finds out that Sweetheart is an investigator. There's a bit of drama. Sweetheart shows up with the shade case. They get closer again. Sweetheart gets hurt. Milo runs into the shade, gets into a fight, kills it, gets in trouble with the law, and has to be interrogated. Sweetheart gets in there, helps Milo get out of there, and they meet at the end and decide to go on an official date. This fic is actually ongoing currently (Biting the Hand that Feeds on AO3) but here's a snippet from chapter 1 because I like it ^^

“Your friends are here,” Sneaks said, almost sounding disappointed. Or, maybe that was just Milo being hopeful. “I’ll go. I’m sure you want to be alone with them.” They moved to get up, but Milo’s hand shot out to stop them. He didn’t think about it until he felt the warmth of their wrist against his palm. Sweetheart also seemed to freeze at the contact, staring at their hands. “I want you to stay,” Milo said finally, letting go. Sneaks’ eyes shot up to his for a moment, capturing his attention immediately. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” they said softly, almost hesitant to accept the invitation. “I insist,” Milo said. Sneaks was still looking at him, analyzing him. He felt like he was an open book to them, and he had no problem with that. If it meant that they looked at him like that then he is more than fine with it. “Okay,” they said quietly. “I’ll stay.” “Thank you.”

[becauseplot]

Sorry if this is weird but I saw on the tags of one of ur reblog’s that you’ve been thinking about c!phil in the qsmp and can you expand on that??

I’ve genuinely been thinking about this for WEEKS as well and I’d love to hear ur headcanons!! Only if you want to ofc!!

Oh sure, I'd love to!! (SUPER long post incoming, hope you're ready lmao.)

Honestly they're not so much headcanons as they are ideas for plot?? I like writing, so a lot of my ideas are in the form of stories. The main reason I haven't attempted a fic yet is bc I don't have Enough plot to make anything atm, I've only got random scenes.

ANYWAY. c!Phil in qsmp. I'd probably take c!Phil as he is shortly after c!Techno's passing and chuck him into the qsmp story in the little bit of lore-downtime between the spiderbit wedding and when the election stuff started kicking up (but it's been announced by this point). It’s just so that I don't have to worry about working him into any major story arcs. Missa and q!Wilbur are also there because I said so.

The main thing I have in mind is just c!Phil seeing how different the community is on the island relative to his world---how united the island is, how alive the island is. People have waystones directly connecting each other to their bases and central areas; they drop in on each other all the time. People's comms buzz constantly as full conversations take place over global chat instead of through whisper-messages. There are security doors and reinforced walls but they're not necessarily to keep other islanders out; people share passcodes and access keys for emergencies. Everyone seems to know and trust each other despite the mysterious (and sometimes dangerous) circumstances they find themselves in.

In c!Phil's quiet, post-post-post-Doomsday world, where most were scattered to the wind or went into hiding, this would be a serious shock for him. I think it would take him a bit of time (and quite a bit of reassurance from q!Missa and q!Phil) for him to adjust to the fact he doesn't need to put a hand on his weapon every time someone gets a little too close. He'd probably be a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and how inviting they are (introvert/isolationist moment). q!Phil (also introverted and isolative by nature) would clock this Immediately and come up with excuses for c!Phil whenever he clearly needs a break. Suddenly being around so many people, especially after c!Techno's passing...it would be draining.

What else... Oh, the "tttt" system! I have a whole Idea(TM) about this scene so I won't say too much here but c!Phil marveling at how everyone shows up to help. Again, the whiplash.

Also, hearing about the upcoming elections would give him an immediate shot of anxiety. Like, someone mentions the elections and c!Phil's face goes white. Yeah. Elections and community division are what led to him making the worst decision of his life (killing his son---though c!Wilbur's downward spiral started long before the elections). He hates to think that this loving community could be corrupted like L'Manburg's was. Before he's sent back to his homeword, he definitely takes the time to warn them about the potential danger they're running into.

OH! And the Technoblade shrine Tallulah made! Again, I've got a whole Scene about the Technoblade shrine in my head, so I'll keep this brief as to not just write out the whole scene (lmao), but I think he would really appreciate it. In his world, c!Techno had a lot more enemies than friends, so seeing how cherished c!Techno’s memory is in this world (cherished by q!Phil, by Chayanne, by Tallulah, by everyone who has heard the stories about Phil's old friend) would probably be so...relieving for c!Phil, who has felt so alone in his grief. (Of course, he has c!Niki and c!Ranboo to grieve with him back in his world, but again---hardcore isolationist. It would be a long time before he felt the motivation to reach out.)

I have a few other small details floating around (talking to q!Wilbur, the fancy "technology"/mods on the island, using paragliders to pseudo-fly, complaining about the tropical weather, the dubious existence of q!Kristin, anarchist solidarity, interactions with Chayanne and Tallulah, and so on) but I've laid out the meat of it.

God this post got long lmao. Clearly I need to get to writing that fic. Thanks for letting me ramble at ya! If you’ve got any ideas u wanna share, send em my way! No pressure to respond to this at all ofc I know this is a Lot. Thanks for the ask :D

[mamawolfblood]

Chapter 3

Bram pov

Clan sky hunter killed the wolves that were going to stay with them. It brakes my heat to be the one to tell my little wolf her mother is gone. "Bram the DDA wants to know when they can come and speak with Iris." Kai said I growl those fools can't give the girl time. 'Our mate is in pain screw the DDA. We must take care of her make her feel good.' My dragon growls 'Not now we still need to talk to her about this. I don't want to scare her. She just lost her home and part of her family, in the span of a few hours. Let's get somethings sorted then we can revisit this ok.' I said trying to reason with the bloody beast. He sighs before agreeing with me. "She is still asleep tell them they can politely sod off. I will contact when she is well enough to talk." I said before dismissing him. Kai chuckles from amusement before leaving. I sit taking her small hand in mine. "Please wake up soon Iris." I whispered before kissing the back of her hand.

Iris pov

I was in a dark wooden room the smell of saw dust, oil, and dragons filled my nose. Then the overwhelming smell of smoke and screaming. The pain of being burned alive calling for help. My vision was unsecured by a blinding white light. I stood in the clearing of our home. "My sweet cub." I turned around to see my mother she was in a white gown her red hair in a low bun. Her once cream skin pail with burn marks. Tears came to my eyes seeing her like that. "Cub don't choose revenge. The pack needs a level headed alpha. Do what you have to for the good of the pack nothing more. Your mates will probably want to take revenge for you but don't let them. Karma will get the Sky Hunter clan you just have to be patient." She said softly holding ne close to her. "Your brothers be on gaurd with them. You must go back  one of your mates is waiting for you. I love you cub and I am so proud of you." Before I knew it I shot up screaming no. Bram wrapped his arms around me so I couldn't loach myself forward. "Iris, Iris you are ok your safe." His smooth voice reached me calming me down. I look at him tears in my eyes. "Sky Hunter killed my mother and fourteen other pack mates. We did nothing to anyone we just want to live in peace. We stick to ourselves why couldn't they leave us alone." I started to cry in his chest his arms tightened around me. His warm sent filled me relaxing the rage inside me. "Words can't come close to how sorry I am Iris. I truly wish things were different." He said before a woman came in. "Hello I am Dr. Sid from what Bram told me. You and the other wolves passed out. If possible can you explain what happened before hand." The woman said looking at a clipboard. "Fifteen of my pack mates connection was severed. They were killed by the clan that took them in. That's all I know sorry can't give you more than that." The lady looked at me. "What connection?" She asked confused. "We can communicate telepathically with each other." I said not wanting to say anything but had no choice. She looked to Bram then back to me. "Well from your scans nothing seems to be wrong physically. You can go when you are ready." She said before leaving the room. Bram thanked her then looked back to me. "The Sky hunter clan is being investigated." I shook my head before moving to the edge of the bed. "Bram let's go I want to make sure my pack mates are ok. Then we can talk about everything." He helps me up and guides me to the next room. Sitting in the chairs were my pack mates and a few dragons. They nod at me assuring that they are ok. With a sigh I look up at Bram. "Ok a deals a deal." He smiled and lead me out of the hospital.