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OM! OC Aurum x Reader Fanfic: What I'd Want

In which you figure out what would be the perfect gift for Aurum

Word Count: 7012

Warnings: NA

AN: My goodness, my first fanfic of Aurum or any of my OCs for that matter! This is so exciting! Thank you @om-adventcalendar for giving me the chance/inspiration to write this!

Odd.

Normally whenever you texted your first man he was quick to respond but three minuets and still nothing. Things had been a bit too quiet in the house as of late and it seemed something with the second born was brewing, so you decided to get ahead of the game and go see what he was up to.

“Hey, I’m coming in!”

… Still nothing? Not even the smallest sound from the other side of the door.

The door immediately gave in to your light touch. “Mammon?”

“C’mon!” The demon was pacing around in nothing but sweatpants, hands running through his white locks as he kept grumbling to himself.

“Mammon.”

He didn’t even notice, plopping himself down on one of those couches, beginning to furiously scroll though his phone with such force and speed you could have mistaken that tap, tap, tapping for a woodpecker that slipped in.

Seemed you needed to take a more direct approach, silently making your way towards your unsuspecting victim.

Then…

You lightly tapped him on the head. “Mam-”

“GGAH! THE HELL- MC!”

“Wow new record, you jumped so high you almost touched the ceiling.” You knew this attempt at lightening the situation wouldn’t go over well for the man before you, him beginning to pout at your antics, but you just could not resist.

“Geez, you can’t just do that to a guy!” With a deep sigh his head flipped about looking to the ground.

There it was, you pointed to under the table, Mammon taking the hint and nabbing his dropped phone from the floor.

With an unceremonious flop and grumble he was back on the couch. You rested on the backrest, leaning over a little, standing on your tip-toes, watching as his eyes flickered over to you on occasion. “What cha want.”

“I wanna know what you’re up to.”

“…” Your first man glared at the screen for a moment before tossing it aside to the table and sat up, allowing you fall over the backrest and take your rightful seat beside him.

“I can’t figure out what ta get Aruu for Christmas.”

Your first instinct was almost to say to ask his brothers for advice, however them not being allowed to know of the Aurum’s existence put a kinda big hitch in that idea.

“… Huh, wait, you literally just bought a Devichi scarf for him the other day, can’t you give them that?”

Mammon flinched, balking at you. “What ya mean by that!? I can’t get em’ some scarf! Besides, it’s snowin’ over there, they needed it now!”

“What about the broach you got before?”

“What about it?”

“You got that for them, right? Why not hold off on giving them that till Christmas.”

“… Did ya get hit in the head; I can’t just give em’ that! It’s gotta be something REAL good.”

“The latest edition of Devildom Law?”

“Gave it already.”

“That jazz cd?”

“Gave it.”

“That ring set?”

“Gave it.”

“The fluffy yellow robe you bought literally yesterday!?”

“Gave it.”

“Mammon! If you just keep giving Aurum anything that reminds you of them you’ll have nothing left for Christmas!”

“An’ what’d you mean by that! They’re the son of the Great Mammon! They deserve everything!”

… How Aurum turned out not as a total spoiled brat while growing up with THIS, is a mystery you believe you may never solve. AND Mammon always giving them anything and everything has made figuring out what gift to give them yourself impossible! Honestly this brainstorming session was probably going to be just as much for you as it was to help Mammon.

“Okay, look how about something else. Why not make him something?”

“Well duh. What other gift would I give them on a holiday!?”

“… something you bought?”

The demon looked to you as if you just committed murder right in front of him. “AN SAY I DON’T LOVE ‘EM!? ARE YOU MAD!?”

“I- what!?”

Crossed arms, leaning away, and looking to the side, it seemed the idea of… buying something for Christmas utterly disgusted the demon. “Tch, next you’ll be sayin to buy something for their birthday.”

“… You and all your brothers literally bought stuff for Satan’s birthday!”

“Eh!? He’s not my kid! Why would I have to make him something!? Sides’ he’s not a baby anymore!”

“I- what dose that have to do with anything!?”

“How dose that not have to do with everything!? Aru’s not even two hundred! They’re practically an infant still! I gotta provide ‘em something with my power and emotion in it so they can get big and strong!”

Ooh, demon thing. “But Aurum’s human, we can’t exactly…-” Your hands waved about lightly till you gestured to yourself. “absorb power and emotions like you do.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and dumbfounded for a moment. It was cute, you knew that the demon was… all too aware his child is human but sometimes, like with most other things, the man got caught up in the moment and didn’t consider that too much. Slowly though, it shifted, something… quiet, then something determined. “Don’t change the fact they’re still my kid. I gotta make em’ something!”

“What to get, what to get.” Aurum always seemed so content with their life never wanting for much, even if Mammon wasn’t going broke showering them in gifts every other day.

Wait, you came here because you needed to talk to Mammon! Thoughts of gift giving could wait for later. “By the way, Lucifer wanted everyone to know we’re going to have to change plans for the Christmas party. There was an accident at Hell’s Kitchen and half the building collapsed. You didn’t respond in the group chat so, yeah, there’s that to deal with too.”

“Really!? What are we gonna do now?”

“That’s what everyone else is trying to figure out.”

“Still gonna be goin to the human world for decorations?”

You nod, besides even if that was no longer needed you’d be going anyway, with the party planning you had few chances to visit the man on your mind.

You did have a mission though so once that was done you could spend all the time you wanted with them. And so you ran about, bags and boxes in hand on a clear sunny day. Snow blanketed the isolated seaside town, wind drifted by carrying away the few sparse clouds there were. What appeared to be garlands of some sort decorated the roofs and connected lampposts from one another, little pirate flags tied to them, even during Christmas time seemed the people of Napoli still cherished and celebrated those roots. Those colorful lights hung from trees, the wayfarer’s church was extraordinarily busy, people dashing in and out carrying one thing or another. Storefront windows were filled with reds and greens, even the boutiques with the occasional Santa outfit. Musicians were out playing in the streets, children dancing as their parents watched on.

The joy and energy was infectious! You couldn’t help skipping along, wondering where you should go next on this shopping spree.

“WA-” Heart caught in your throat, lost footing, hands thrown up and out desperate for purchase, and a stinging crash. Unfortunately for the poor soul you ran into made for a good cushioning from the fall. Perhaps your stack of boxes was a bit too tall to see ahead of you well enough.

“Ouch. You alrigh- oh, it’s you.” Only for a moment did you get to see that man’s dazzling smile he shared with all so freely but you so rarely, gold fang glistening under the sun before being hidden by a small scowl. Even still, he helped you to your feet and did a quick look over. “You’re not hurt anywhere?”

“Nice to see you too Aurum.”

“Just answer the question MC.”

Still not one for small talk with you it seemed, more interested in collecting your stuff from the ground. “Hold on, I can get that.”

The man lightly shook his head, his fluffy, wavy, red hair swaying as it did. “I’m not going to just leave you in the snow like this.” You could never tell if moments like this were of genuine concern of you, or humanity in general. Quickly you tried collecting some items before Aurum up and got everything. “You seem unharmed at least.”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help smiling. He wore that Devichi scarf loosely over their shoulders. No wonder Mammon was so insistent on getting it for them, the dark mulberry color perfectly complimented their light tan tone, the gold diamond thread pattern just the right contrast, it’s shininess drawing the eye to the other shine on them, those bright, gray sharp eyes. It even matched that gold painite ear stud they always wore.

“What ARE you doing here anyway, aren’t you supposed to be partying it up back home?”

He kept gathering the wayward ornaments farthest from you, was it for your convenience or to not have an anime moment of accidentally touching hands when grabbing the same thing… It was a fun thought, but you knew better. How did you manage to throw them out so far anyway. Panicking in the moment you must have tossed them farther than expected.

“Plans had changed, and the party’s getting delayed till after Christmas it seems, so, I’m taking my time getting decorations…”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that.”

… You doubted it, but with the party delayed maybe he’d actually consider it since there’s more time. “You know, if you don’t have any plans already Mammon would really like you there.”

“Not. A. Chance.”

… It was understandable just why those words were so sharp and terse. It must hurt, still though…

“Boo. Do you have any plans?”

“Not really, I’ve never done much for Christmas…” Really? This sounded like just the thing Mammon would take advantage of to party in a major human city together. “That everything?” They stood, holding a refilled bag to you.

You squatted down, trying to sift through the thing quickly as well as the bag you filled. “Perfect, I’m not going back, and I’d rather be with you.”

“…” Flinching back, they felt an uncomfortable heat raise to their cheeks. How could you just say something like THAT so casually. “I-I- What! No, you don’t have to not be with your family because of me.”

“… They’re not just my family, they your’s too. You’re a part of Mammon’s family.”

…

“You of all people don’t need to tell me that.”

It was so, so tempting to reach out. To place a hand on their shoulder, take their hand, something, but you didn’t want to push them too far.

“You’re family to me.”

“……… You can’t joke like that.” Their tone was uncertain, of what you just said or their own questioning of such you weren’t sure. How you wished you could be sure about more things of the man.

“I’m not.” That may not have been entirely correct, more so you WANTED them to be family, to be closer to them, for them to let down the last few walls that were still firmly cemented there despite how much either of you could want them down.

“You… you…”

“Aurum!?” The man sprinted past you, kicking up snow as they went!

Down that steep street those bobbles rolled. Your body lurched forward about to make chase, but the stuff. Gaze snapping between the two you groaned before running after the idiot! He wasn’t going to catch up to it, and of all things he could at least run on the sidewalk, it may be a walkable city but there were still cars and trolleys! “AURUM!”

Feet tripping into one another, gravity crashing down, the man ran just able to not have another impromptu meeting with the ground within a few minuets. The ornaments were just in reach! They just needed too-

…

meet the ground

again

At least it was their own fault this time and not being suddenly attacked from the back.

And judging by the feeling in their hand they managed to get one of the decorations, and not break it in the process!

They thought, who knows, maybe the thing broke and the numbness from the cold just made them unable to tell.

There was yet still another, so with a huff they got up, sitting for a moment to catch their breath.

“Aurum, you can’t just do that!”

Ah, you arrived.

“I apologize, but I got one back in the end, didn’t I?” They held out the now scratched up sphere like some eager, smug dog.

“I can’t stand you!”

“Didn’t you just confess you cared about me?”

“You’re the worst!”

God damn it, and he just had to do that stupid, beautiful laugh in the moment, the deep one that shook their whole body that you had only seen once before.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you ju-just-” More laughter erupted from him, they did try stopping and cover their mouth but it didn’t help matters at all.

“Just tell me you’re okay.”

“I-I’m okay, I swear.” They leaned forward, putting all their weight into the action, letting the momentum help them to their feet, although they did sway back for a moment. Maybe the shock of falling sequentially messed with their balance, but you were already worried. With that they spun on toe to catch himself, arms and their other leg out, before going to spin on the other. “See, fit as a fiddle, dainty as a ballerina!”

They tried not smiling, they truly did, but even now you got that bubbly feeling to bloom and pop in his chest, the excitement making their heart and hands tremble slightly.

That, or they needed to see a doctor because the falls broke something in them, but they could deal with that later, for now…

Finally managing to regain balance they stood still eyeing where the other bobble went, just down the road. They trotted along, you following immediately after, them stopping and kneeling before a car. Then lying down on their belly. “There.”

Immediately following suit you spotted the thing as well. “We can’t reach it though, and who knows where the owner is.”

Aurum sat back on their heels for a moment, fiddling with something at their waist.

What?

You…

It was like something was blurry, eyes just unable to focus, something like brain fog but with sight somehow. They-

THEY HELD A SWORD!? “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!?”

“The straps on my belt.”

With the FREAKING SWORD still in it’s scabbard the man was able to push the bobble as if it were JUST SOME STICK THEY HAPPENED TO PICK UP OFF THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!

“I-I don’t remember there being?????”

“Good, you’re not supposed to.”

And just like that the…

Stick?

The thing they used was gone.

The uh

…

the

the what?

One hand behind their back, the other was held before you and you took it, them pulling you back up to your feet.

“Well, I believe that to be enough fun in the snow for one day. Where are you going, it seems you may like some help carrying your things?”

“The stuff!” And off you were back up the hill, your friend close behind.

You placed both the bobbles back in the bags, this time making sure to ACTUALLY check if everything was there and not be distracted by the pretty thing beside you. “Thank you for the help.”

“There’s no need, really. Anyone else would have done the same-”

As if.

“-Besides if for some stupid reason I didn’t Loser and those brothers-”

“Loser?”

He stared at you for a moment, confused at your snickering and your quest-…

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“Don’t tell dad I called Lucifer that!” His panic only made that bubbling laughter come spilling out in earnest. “I’m serious! You know how much he respects the man!”

“O-okay, okay!”

“Your continued laughter leads me to believe otherwise MC!”

How were you supposed to stop!? Someone calling THE Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, Loser so casually, it just caught you off guard!

“Stop that MC!”

With deep breaths you managed to settle it, your companion now kneeling beside you, his hand up, pinky out. “Pinky promise you won’t tell him.”

And now saying to pinky promise so seriously. “Okay I-”

He drew their hand back in an instant as if you would burn them. “Mc, if you break this promise I will take that finger, I’m not joking.”

I’d rather you take my ring finger.

…

Thank goodness you did not actually say that. No more silly retorts!

“I won’t. I swear.” Hesitantly they held their hand back out, your pinkies now entwined.

With a huff they stood, taking the stack of boxes. “So where are you heading next?”

“I was just wandering around really. I should go to the hotel and get a room.”

“You don’t have one already?”

You lightly shook your head, you did just arrive and you rather get you job done first so you could spend the rest of your time relaxing, beside with the holiday right around the corner it’d only get harder and harder to get the things. “Even during summer there’s usually space so I didn’t think there’d be trouble.” But since the man was asking, it seems that may not be true.

“Christmas time is a bit of a different story. Here,” Effortless they balanced the pile in one hand, their other rummaging through their pocket before placing something in your’s. Their key ring. “go to my place and call to see if there’s any openings just in case. Logs are stacked beside the fireplace, lighter is in the top left most drawer of the counter, the one right next to the oven. Make yourself at home, Last I knew there wasn’t any openings so you can wait there till you get news of any. I’ll be there in about half an hour. OH, wait, how do you feel about soup for dinner? That’s what I was going to have unless you feel like something else?”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on! I’ll just come with you.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I’ll be fine, so where were you going before I fell for you?”

“Ugh…” Gingerly they took the keys back. “Exotic bird store then the bakery. Fresh bread for soup is the best. If you’d want it?”

“Yeah, let’s go! Warm soup sounds perfect!”

Exotic birds? Quickly you took the bags before Aurum could attempt too and coaxed them on their way.

The pair of you trotted along on the streets, the light tapping on stone or the crunching of snow beneath foot. Deep chimes rung from the church, bell tolling the time, your friend picking up pace at it’s call. It was a curious little town, much of the architecture kept from it’s founding days, bridges connecting the higher levels of buildings, hidden walkways that led to street markets, pulley systems still attached to buildings in order to lift up cargo. It felt odd at times to be climbing up what you assumed to be fire escapes, yet you still followed, Aurum and others on occasion using those stares to get to the higher levels for those bridges, even going through the shops on those higher levels to reach back to the ground floor, or directly into the shop you were looking for!

“Close the door behind you.”

“Oh.” You did as told, probably a good thing having a double door system to get in. Big dish like things hung from the ceiling, massive colorful birds rested and occasionally flew from one of the set up perches in a dish to another. A massive floor space. Cages in one corner, ropes and plastic chains beside those, toys covered just about the rest of the walls aside from the one you were headed for, many dispensers. Millet seed, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and many others, Aurum held a clear bag under the peanuts one. Once the thing was about halfway full they placed it on the scale, about 2 pounds. And… that was all they bought.

Huh.

“Are they cheaper here?”

“They’re unsalted. That stuff is awful for birds.”

Ooh!

You couldn’t help looking up and around for any feathered friends. Aurum couldn’t help himself either once he spotted your excitement, they knew the silly creatures would make themselves known soon enough anyway so they should be able to point them out to you and… make you smile…

This little crush was going to do something awful to his heart, he just knew it.

Bakery! Aurum needed bread for the soup. They picked up pace, after all you both had been out for awhile and had taken tumbles, a warm soup would be just the thing to melt those troubles away! And thankfully the bakery wasn’t too far.

Given your odd timing there was not much of a line, very quickly popping in and out, unfortunate really, the place smelled divine.

At least the disappointment was not long, cawing drawing your attention. You had arrived at Aurum’s street after all. One followed, hopping along those garlands, another two were perched on fencing before flying up and into one of the trees that lined the walkway, finally another pair hopping about in the lawn beyond the short brick wall, them picking at the ground, tossing up snow, attempting to catch the other’s tail, a few discarded shells left in the grass.

Items were all left on the steps to the porch except for the one bag. You weren’t quite sure what to do once a handful of those nuts were placed in your palm so you watched. Several were left on the brick wall, just past those vibrant camellia bushes, striking all those shades of pink with the occasional cream or ones that were white in the middle and red at the tip. A few on the porch’s fence, some even against one of the flower bushes that had an out cove and metal bowl with some water inside. Others were hidden in toys that were scattered about, a long tube, a little wooden box with holes and doors, a plastic ball with a few holes, and some other similar things.

“Ah!” Your startled yelp turned to excited giggles realizing it was one of the crows that swooped down and landed on your arm to nab the treats you held. And it was cute seeing Aurum immediately flip around, hand on hip before a sigh escape him. They stood there, arm crossed, hand on chin, quietly chuckling as you panicked a little, another one of those little feathered fiends landed on your arms, smile so bright, the glint of that golden tooth just barely noticeable, crows feet in the corner of the eyes.

“Alright, enough you two, Mc is a guest, not the bird feeder I’ve been promising.” The one given head scritches cawed quietly, eyes slowly closing while the other started nipping at the man’s sleeve. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.” Then that one got scritches the other began to nip. “Hey. No, you got scritches already.”

“Aw, maybe just a few more.”

A playful tone played on their tongue as they spoke, tying up the clear peanut bag. “Absolutely not. They are insatiable little things. They can and WILL keep you in place all day for pets. We must make our escape quickly.”

It was not the biggest home but it felt bigger with the kitchen, dinning room, and living room being an open floor plan, the only wall separating them was the one across from the front door to the kitchen, beginning the hallway that lead to the rest of the house. There was some lattice work to separate some of the kitchen from the living room and a couch blocked off some of where the dining room and living room connected while an island connected to the burners served the division of the dinning room from the kitchen, the island half being taller than the burner half.

“Make yourself at home, you can leave your things in the guest room, down the hall first door on the right, fire will be lit in a moment.” That usual neutral, gentle tone was back. It may not have been for long but it was nice, that moment they were relaxed. Maybe it hit them that you of all people were here at their home and possibly staying for a few nights…

Maybe if the hotel didn’t have any openings soon, you’d see if you could stay in the next town over. Even if they wanted too, they wouldn’t go back on the offer of letting you stay.

They sped walked past, leaving the peanuts on a pony wall beside the front door, right next to an identical bag with about three nuts left.

You did as told, opting to snoop around later, the thought of a fire too inviting. Lo and behold the moment you exited you spotted Aurum kneeling at the brick fireplace, the flame growing exponentially in mere moments.

The heat was lovely.

“Mind having dinner early?”

“Not at all.”

“Alright,-” They stood, stretching his arms back and above their head. “I’ll get started then.”

“Could I help with anything?”

“You’re a guest, you don’t need to do a thing.”

“What if I wanted too?”

He eyed you before taking off that scarf and draping it over the backrest of the couch. “If you hurt yourself once I’m kicking you out of the kitchen.”

Yes!

“In the top vegetable drawer is most everything we’d need already prepped so just place them on the counter.”

“Yes, Chef!”

Curiously you eyed the man, him staying in the living room. Fiddling with a black rectangular box, music began to play from those big old wooden woven speakers strewn through out the living room. The thing was connected to the radio! They flipped from station to station, getting snippets of songs, or news readings till there was holiday music. With that done they quickly trotted back, setting up the pot and stock.

Obediently you followed instructions, frying the onion, grilling the chicken, adding the celery, carrots, garlic, broccoli, cheese in the right time, the broth thickening turning to a cream color, Aurum stirring the pot, adding spices and letting you taste, blending the potatoes and adding them along.

“That good?”

“That pinch of hot paprika is perfect!”

“Then I think we’re just about done! Let’s just leave it over low flame for a few minuets. I’ll set up the table.”

“Thank you.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Just, everything. Earlier and for letting me stay. You’re a really good guy.”

They stood there, bowls in hand looking to you, a brow raised. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you need higher standards. This is just basic decency.” They continued into the dinning room. “Anyone else would be happy to help a pretty thing like you.”

Damn it man just accept the compliment. Yet, that was also part of his charm, just… his kindness always deliberate, something they believed that everyone deserved, even for someone he had not the best feelings of.

The soup was lovely, not the fanciest, but homely and creamy. Those splices ignited the core, carrots, broccoli, and onions just melted in the mouth and chicken so tender.

“Say, Aurum.”

“Yeah.”

“How come you’ve never done much for the holidays?” Even with just a quick glance you could spot no decorations, they didn’t even already have holiday music ready, something you would have expected from the man.

“… Never a point to it I guess, most I’ve done was maybe volunteering at the wayfarer’s last year.” They took a bite as they mulled it over more. “We tried a few times, but dad always got summoned back real quick. There was a year where he kept wanting me to summon him but a few minuets later and he was taken away again. I stopped after the fourth time, it wasn’t fair to anyone. He asked me if I was sure though.”

“… If you said so I’m sure he’d make it work-”

“Exactly.”

…

They placed their spoon down, arms crossed, leaning on the table. “I could tell, he wanted to be with his brothers as well. I didn’t like it or get it, why he’d want to spend the day with people who hurt him all the time. But… they’ve been getting better, because of you and maybe…”

They couldn’t look at you anymore. “Maybe they’ll keep getting better and stop hurting him. I’m human after all. Just… I could push it, ask the man who took me in and loved me when no one else would, the man who saw something in me that he couldn’t let go, ask the man who had already given me everything to give me time…

…

What if pushing it somehow strained and severed those ties with his brothers? If I got him to stay here with me, then what would he be left with after I die in a few years?

I could never ask anything more of the man who’s already given me everything. It’s much more important he keeps and makes those ties better in the long run.”

…

“And it’s not like it’s different from any other day when you think about it. I can still summon dad whenever he asks, and it’s not like he doesn’t give me things other days of the year.” Uh huh, and that forced tone definitely didn’t terribly clash with the somber one they had moments before.

“But, you gotta have a Christmas something, right? Like what about your CDs?”

They blinked for a moment before jumping out of their seat. “Well of course I do. I just don’t usually think to take them out, you hear the songs the moment you step outside, so I guess I never felt a need to listen to them more than that.” They marched for the wall past the black cd/radio player which itself was covered in cd cases, as well as the record player behind that, the wall beyond those was practically covered floor to ceiling in wooden dowel cd racks, not a space on the shelving left empty.

They froze the moment their finger landed on one of those cases. “Oh, uh, were you just asking or did-”

“I want to hear one!”

“Ah, good!”

Soon a saxophone started, the rest of the swinging big band following after.

“Hmm?” they stopped in their tracks as you approached, standing right before them.

“Know any swing dances that go with these?”

“You want to dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” A tentative smile pulled on his lips and the held up their hand for you to take.

“By the way, will the Aries’ Dream be open on Christmas?”

“The kitchen will be open to make Christmas brunch for the hotel guests, the bar itself not quite.”

“So you have Christmas off.”

“Yes.”

“Can it still be reserved?”

“… Yes?”

“And you’d be there?”

“If the Dream is to be reserved, I am required to oversee it and keep quality control.”

“And once the event is done you can go back to having a day off?”

They eyed you suspiciously. “……… Yes.”

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And that was about what? A week ago? They rolled over in bed, not wishing to depart from those comforting, warm sheets. They could have stayed in bed, perhaps make some hot coco with peppermint.

… they wouldn’t have, but HE COULD OF!

BUT NO!

NOW BECAUSE OF YOU THEY HAD WORK FOR YOUR ‘MYSTERY GUESTS’ WHO IS NOT A MYSTERY AT! ALL!

They laid face flat on a pillow, loudly groaning wondering how the hell you convinced them to take on your request.

It was your stupidly charming dancing, it couldn’t be anything else. You successfully distracted them and made them agree to something terrible!

There was no point in screaming into a pillow aside from it feeling nice in a way, they had to get going.

A warm shower eased the nerves, that fluffy yellow robe kept some of the heat in even when they left the steam filled room. A dark green button-up would do to fit the Christmas cheer, black vest, black slacks, black socks, black dress shoes, tapping their toe to the ground as they checked the mirror. Fiddling with their stud earring they wondered if he should have some other jewelry as well… Mammon had gifted them those rings, deciding the thin one with the little dark green gem would be fitting, finally ready they left.

The last of the leftover was polished off for breakfast, everything left soaking in the sink to be cleaned when getting back.

“Hmm?” The moment they shut the front door something glinted catching the eye. A thin shiny chain, a blue cat eye pendant and some coins. Hopefully none of this was stolen… again. Merrily they cawed once the trinkets were pocketed, Aurum leaving a handful of peanuts as breakfast on the brick wall.

… Perhaps they should have brought a coat, snow beginning to drift down. It was too late to run back. Well, not quite, not unless he wanted to look completely disheveled which absolutely wouldn’t do for work.

Strolling along he slowed his pace upon hearing the sweetly ringing bell of the trolley. “YOU’VE GOT WORK ON CHRISTMAS!?”

They turned around, a hand beside their mouth. “I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU THE SAME THING!”

That boisterous laughter erupted into the air. “THE TROLLEYS STOP FOR NO ONE AURUM!”

Once it rolled by the man hopped onto the platform on the back, gripping the grabbing bar tight till he was sure his feet were steady.

“Maybe I’ll drop by the bar later and keep you company.”

“I’d love that, but there’s no need, I’m sure the grandkids would miss you. Besides I won’t be there all day. Perhaps tomorrow.”

“Haha, alright, alright.”

It was lovely watching as the seaside grew more distant and lower. They leaned against the railing taking a deep breath of that salty sea air, tucking some of their hair behind their ear so it’d stop flipping into their face. They really needed to get some hairpins or hairbands, but those damage the hair, and they couldn’t do it and so they simply had to deal with their hair slapping them in the face on breezy days.

Soon they arrived, hopping off, their footfalls light taps on the stone ground. So-

“Aru!”

“Gah-”

The man was practically tackled to the ground, an arm draped over his shoulders, pulling him close. A hyena-like laugh ringing in their ears. “Bet ya weren’t expectin’ me kiddo!”

“Dad!”

“WA-”

It was only fair they treat Mammon in kind, trying to tackle him, hugging him as tight as possible! “Hey- EY!”

“Dad? DAD!”

With a thud the two fell to the ground.

“Man you’ve gotten stronger, look at ya, takin’ me down!” The demon’s eyes practically sparkled.

“Come on, you’re not that old and frail yet! You fell on purpose!”

Quickly the man scrambled up, an embarrassed heat raising to their cheeks while Mammon laughed. “I don’t know, you’re growin like a weed!”

Happily he took his son’s outstretched hand, Aurum easily pulling him to his feet. “Alright, we have a party to set up, don’t we.”

“Yeah we do!”

“I still have some Demonus from the last shipment you got me, or is there a special one you wanted?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love this! I got the artisanal stuff. Homemade too by an expert!”

“Could I have a taste?”

“Of course! I saved a few bottles for personal use.”

“Perfect! I can make some mixes with more confidence in the flavor.”

“Why ya askin though? I always get ya some for yourself.”

“Yeah, but that’s the usual shipment for the bar, since these were for a party, I wasn’t sure if as much was or even could be gotten.”

“Aw, don’t ya worry! I get ya whatever you need.”

As the pair walked along the demon looked over his shoulder to you. “Aren’t ya commin?”

“In a minuet, just enjoying the view.”

The bar was already decorated in festive cheer, but there was still set up to be done. The feast laid out on each and every table, spells to make sure any noise or more destructive tendencies wouldn’t disturb the kitchen staff or hotel guests, more decorations, the music up and ready to go and other such things. Aurum spotted how you and Mammon slipped behind the bar with a something but said nothing about it, if there were everyday guests they’d demand to know what you troublemakers were doing, but since it was your party they were willing to leave it be, they’d find out soon enough anyway.

And soon enough the time was arriving. Mammon left to collect his siblings and the rest. You stayed behind double checking nothing had happened to the next several courses. Aurum stood behind the bar, their back to the door taking a glass off the shelf, and a rag beginning to absentmindedly polish the already shiny cup.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“… Everyone’s going to be on their best behavior, I promise.”

Suddenly a chorus of voices came crashing in.

“Oh, I remember this place! You’ve taken me here before!”

“You too?”

“Oh! The bartender made THE BEST cheeseburger for me!”

“HAhhahaha! The mysterious bar with Demonus! Do you take everyone here because you’re the provider?”

“Mammon!”

“Wait, wait! Hold on! It’s legit! I get everythin from Abaddon!”

With a soft thunk the glass was placed on the counter.

His smile kind and soft, shoulders relaxed, heart thumping against their ribcage. “Welcome to the Aries’ Dream, so you are the party. Many familiar faces, I see. It’s a pleasure to have you all back.” For the business’ sake. Having a prince and such high profile leaders as possible repeat customers was a… good thing… very… good…

They were just customers.

Seems they were not immune to the holiday cheer, nothing but laughter and celebrations. They knew the child was in fact older than himself but seeing Luke with such a boisterous, buzzed bunch still was nerve-wracking. But it was reserved as a private party and they said children would be allowed. Asmodeus tried dragging Mammon and other into dancing, all accepted but the one demon who stuck by the bar chatting with whoever decided to take the seats beside him, usually Loser. Barbatos at times seemed unsure what to do with himself, Aurum having him nurse a drink while they told the history of it. Beelzebub almost broke into the kitchen but thankfully you were there to stop it. There were a few new faces to the bar but Aurum recognized from pictures such as Solomon who kept complimenting you on the ‘decorations’ and how you did such a good job casting them, or Simeon who tried sticking to Lucifer’s side. Diavolo bounced around, one minuet dancing, the next chatting with Mammon and Lucifer, the next asking about drinks he’d never heard of like beer. They don’t know how but at some point Belphegor fell asleep on the floor behind the bar, but it was easy enough to just keep stepping over him.

“Uh, guys we should start wrapping up soon!” Aurum looked to you confused, there was still some time till the end of the reservation, but the others checked the time, agreeing, even if disappointed. Did they all just take that long to get going?

“Sorry about Belphie.” The giant scooped up his twin from the floor.

“Oh, it’s no problem.”

Slowly they gathered themselves, one by one leaving.

“Eh, we still got some time. I’ll have another drink and catch up with ya later!”

“Mammon, we’re leaving.”

You quickly stood between Lucifer and the second born. “I’ll look after him, just enjoy yourself Lucifer.”

With a sigh, the demon agreed before ushering the last few stragglers out.

“Welp, I’m bored! See later Mammon, bye Aurum!” And with that you slipped into the hotel.

“I-What?”

Mammon simply waved you off before perking right up.

“Kid, ‘ey, check under ya!”

“… The ice box.”

“Nah, next to that!”

Suspicious…

Whatever, Mammon seemed like he was excited so Aurum couldn’t help playing along. So whatever they did was hidden away with the special unbreakable glasses.

… The glasses were shoved aside for something in wrapping paper and a bow. They stood, the item soft.

“I… I got you a present too! I didn’t think I’d have the chance to give it to you today so it’s back home bu-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright kid! You don’t need to get work up about it. We’ll got pick it up later, alright?”

“Okay!”

Gently he run his hands over the shiny, glossy paper before tugging at the bow and picking at the tape that held it all together.

…

It looked like lace but clearly crocheted. Black with a rainbow like shimmer to it. The pattern looked almost like wings, many feathers all together. At the ends of the poncho were silver and gold tassels.

“C’mon, put it on!” Only then did Aurum notice how their dad was practically vibrating in his seat.

They only noticed Mammon leaned over the counter to hug them from the pressure, the moment he worn their gift he felt warm.

“Merry Christmas.

“Merry Christmas dad.”

Eventually they both let go.

“Oh, times up! You’re off the clock now! Need ta get goin’.”

“Going?”

“Yeah! Town up north’s having a festival, and we’re going!”

“We are!?”

“Tch, yeah. I just said so.”

“What about…”

“Eh, they have plans here, Mc’ll warn us where they’re at. So we better go before they notice!”

“I-Okay, just gimmie a second to lock up!”

Well

Damn it

Aurum never got you anything, yet here you were giving them

Giving them THIS

Of all things

…

They just had to make it up to you next year then.

[taken-my-name]

Introduction post.

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Possible tws include:

Blood, gore and death!

Alcochol use

Absolute and unavoidable cringe

Occasionally suggestive things idk bro

Venting about shitty things bc we live in a shitty world

Possibly eay more i cant remember bc im used to that

You have been warned.

The introduction is below.

Names:

Dragonia/Nova/Orion/Aruu/TakenMyName/Aki

idfk i have many names i go by, so please do take your pick.

Age:

18yo (30.12.05)

Gender:

Genderfluid, any pronouns

Stuff i like idk:

I do art, write, and like pc stuff in general... but if someone gets me to do networking or websites, I will commit warcri- I mean what.

About me kinda thing, i have no fucking clue:

Just a furry with an unhealthy obsession over draconic creatures, Undertale, Genshin, and Honkai: Star Rail, among many other things. Creator of an Undertale AU and a few standalone stories, all WIP and will forever be as such because Satan forbid i spend most of my time on working on them while being satisfied with the results. Atheistic Satanist. Also, dinosaurs are cool, transphobia is not.

Sonas, in order of being made:

Dragonia - feral dragon, female, biromantic straight

Taken - anthro wolf, nonbinary, bi

Aruu/Nardit - Wickerbeast (King subtype), male, Bi/demiromantic

Nova/Orion - Demon (humanoid w/ wings), demiboy, unlabelled

All of them belong to my worlds because that's fun.

Discord:

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(Previously Dragonia#4457 aka Dragonia#8512)

Idfk what else to write. Have a nice day/night/whatever.

[aruu-kive]

[Love is (Not) Easy]

Published: July 8th, 2020

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Morisuke Yaku x Haiba Lev

One-Shot | Fluff, a bit of Angst

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Life is always filled with dumb decisions, especially the teenage years. Without dumb decisions, you can’t exactly grow as a person. That’s how Yaku always sees it. Mistakes were essential to growing up and no matter what age there’s no need to avoid making mistakes as it helps you learn and be a better person.

There was no use in regretting past mistakes.

-

Sometimes, coming back to an old lover feels like running through a storm to say "I'm sorry".

[ Read Here ♡ ]

[aruuq]

Tracing Special Marks on Their Bodies – Genshin Impact Characters

characters: zhongli, kaeya, xiao x gn!reader

genre & style: mostly fluff + a bit of an angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: it’s one of my older works that i’ve never posted because i’ve been feeling it’s not good enough. yet, i still love this kaeya and i’m really proud of the way i portrayed his personality here, so here ya go

warnings: a bit angsty in kaeya’s part, mention of food

Zhongli; archon marks

It was a really long and tiring day for you. Not particularly because of the amount of work you had to do – loads of papers waiting for you to fulfill them were only the annoying, usual part of it. But the real issue lied in the fact that for the whole day you had to overcome the curiosity that was spitefully eating you up from the inside.

Waiting for your boyfriend to leave the bathroom, you were thinking how you should start the topic. Just by simply asking him without any explanation, you could shock him, but at the same time explaining everything in detail would be too much hassle. You played with the hem of your shirt, laying on your shared bed.

“Do you want something to drink?” You were so lost in the thoughts that you didn’t notice that Zhongli had already come out of the bathroom. His hair was all wet and the towel was grasped by his hand.

“No, actually… Babe, I have a question,” you sat up quickly and turned your body towards the man.

“Yes?” His eyes narrowed a little and head tilted slightly.

“Because… Today I spent the whole day in a library, searching for some stuff with Yanfei and generally doing lots of the papers she commissioned me to. And there was this one book about the law, I can’t remember the name, uhh… nevermind!” You shook your head, slapping your thighs with palms. You weren't sure why you were so stressed. “This book had illustrations. And there was the drawing. The drawing of you. And I was wondering… Even without your Gnosis… Could you, perhaps, still be able to light up your arms?” For the whole time you were speaking, you couldn't look up at him.

For a moment there was a silence between you. Zhongli was truly shocked by your question. You started to think that obsessively long explanation would be better, but then, his low voice reached your ears. “I can try it.”

“Huh?” The high-pitched squeak you made surprised even yourself.

“I said I can try it,” he repeated as he was doing circles with his left arm.

Zhongli sat on the bed right beside you. His eyes were shut, the whole face stoic, as he was focused, flexing and releasing the muscles of his arms. You were sure that you’ve never seen him this concentrated before.

“Okay, are you ready? I think I’ll manage to keep this form for a while.” He asked, stretching his arms out in front of him.

You nodded eagerly, looking forward to what was about to take place. For the first few seconds nothing happened, but suddenly, his skin began to change its colors. Starting with his fingertips, it shifted into a deep-dark color – the same as his hair – and when it reached his shoulders, the golden lines started to emerge. They were glowing brighter than the lamp placed on a small table on your right. It looked so beautiful. So surreal. Without even thinking, you brought your palm and touched your boyfriend’s hands.

“Wow,” you murmured, following with your digits all of the gleaming marks. “And you could do it like that all the time?”

Zhongli chuckled, bending and straightening his fingers that were now in the elegant yellow shade. “Yes. In addition, during a fight, they were appearing on their own.”

“So cool…” You whispered breathlessly, pressing on Zhongli’s flesh. It was much harder now, reminding all the stones and rocks he was telling you about all the time. Emitting the pleasant heat, just like a lightbulb, these marks have found a place in your heart. Ah. Surely, you were the one, to make this activity a part of your night routines from now on.

Kaeya; burnscar

“Uhhhh…” you sighed, leaning your back against the door. Trickles of cold water run down your hair and clothes straight onto an old carpet. “I haven’t had a run for a while, ya know…” Your voice was very breathy, the body nearly collapsing on the ground.

“Yeah. I did not expect it to rain,” Kaeya murmured, unsticking his wet fringe from the forehead. He also was all soaked and cold.

The sun soared in the lower parts of the sky and nothing foreshadowed a drastic change in the weather; yet, the unexpected rain interrupted your cute and lovely picnic date when you least expected it. You left the meadow in a hurry and went straight to your house.

“Gimme a minute. Gonna grab you a towel,” you said as soon as your breathing calmed down, taking off your shoes, while you passed Kaeya and went to the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable, there’s no one in the house. You can go to my room, it’s the door on your right!” You exclaimed, rummaging through the cabinets.

“Thanks,” you heard his response preceded by a loud squeaking of the hinges.

Rummaging the lockers took you longer than you expected at the beginning. It’s the high time to finally do some cleanups.

“As if out of spite, I couldn’t find any bigger towel, sorry,” murmuring, you enter your room. “I hope this one will be fi-” you cut off as you gulp.

Kaeya’s slender fingers were holding a lamp next to his face, soft light illuminating his handsome face and neck, a little of the brightness reaching his bare chest. You blinked one, two, three times. Maybe you were just seeing things.

“It’s perfect. I’m beholden, my love,” he answered as he laid the lamp on the small bedside table. Now you were sure that you saw it right. Kaeya was standing in your room. Shirtless. Warm light brightening his toned stomach and chest. You swallowed again and the man seemed to notice it. “My apologies, this wet shirt started to annoy me. I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

“Oh… Ohhh, n-no, don’t worry!” You shook your head as soon as you realized that you were shamelessly staring him down the whole time.

But you couldn’t just simply stop looking. Since your relationship was really fresh, it was the first time you saw your boyfriend without any shirt. In addition you were alone in your house. In your room. Next to the bed. The thoughts were just coming into your head by themselves. Or it was something else that caught your attention…

“You have a scar,” you said thoughtlessly, pointing your finger at it just like a child.

“Oh, yeah,” Kaeya seemed more startled than you. “I, indeed, have a scar,” he chuckled, caressing his waist where the scar was located.

“Can I touch it?” Curiosity definitely dimmed your common sense.

“I am surprised by your boldness, but sure,” the moment he says it, his digits take your hand and guide it towards this mark.

Your fingertips touch it. It is uneven, very weird in texture. The area of the healed wound spreads from the left side of his waist, goes towards his heart, overlapping his ribs a little. It’s big. Nuzzling its whole area with your palm, caressing it lightly, you smile.

“Whoah. Being the Cavalry Captain must be harsh if these are the consequences, huh?” You joke, shifting your gaze to Kaeya’s face.

“Yeah. Sometimes you need to fight scary monsters if you want to come out alive at the end of a day,” he smirks, pressing your hand harder into his skin.

“Is it a burn scar? Did you fight a whole herd of pyro slimes? Or a hellhound perhaps?” You continue, hoping the man will tell you the story behind this mark.

“I would rather say it was a phoenix, my love.” He says after a few seconds of consideration. “A very dangerous one, as a matter of fact.” Kaeya was observing you, analyzing your gestures, your behavior, the tone of your voice and the way you were speaking. He seemed so effortlessly focused it was shocking.

“Tell me more,” you whispered, drowning in the warmth of his body. You were freezing and you knew that you should have dried yourselves before starting a conversation, but you were too invested to stop now.

“The wound this scar comes from has been inflicted on me on a very similar day as it is today. Storm was raging outside the windows and lightning cut the sky into halves.”

“This phoenix must have been really skilled if he could harm you. Especially if it was raining like this,” your fingers were still touching this awful mark. It started to be addicting in some way.

“Don’t flatter me so much, I am a human too,” he jokes, finally taking your hand away from his scar, intertwining your fingers.

“So next time take me to one of your fights. I’m sure I will save you,” a very loud thunder deafens your laugh.

“I will. But remember, my love, there are some monsters that you can defeat only by yourself.” He pressed your knuckles against his lips, kissing them softly. “And now you should go and change your clothes. I don’t want you to catch a cold, especially in the middle of summer.”

You nod as you give his cheek a quick peck. You felt as if the man just wanted to stay in your room alone for a bit, but you quickly brushed it off. It was Kaeya after all. Trying to figure his actions out was pointless; when he wanted to hide something, he always succeeded in it. Overthinking it was just meaningless.

You tell him, you will be back in a moment and close the door. Another roar of the storm is heard as Kaeya sits on your bed, touching the mark, knowing perfectly that it will stay there till the day he dies.

Xiao; tattoos

Clatter of dishes, numerous conversations, shuffling shoes and soft music played by a musician passing by – the sounds were filling the small dining room of the Wangshu Inn. It was a very busy day for the personnel and you and your boyfriend were waiting for a long time for your meal. It was understandable so you two tried not to complain and enjoy your day off – but it started to be harder with the amount of people bumping by accident into your table, the loud laughter of the drunkards reaching your ears and random guests asking you if they could sit with you, because there’s no empty seats left. You were a bit lucky anyway, because your desk was placed on the terrace, next to the railing, so it wasn’t the most crowded place in the whole restaurant.

“We should leave,” Xiao complained, slouching in his seat. He didn’t try to hide how uncomfortable he felt because of the hordes of people around him.

“Not until we eat. I’m hungry,” you murmured, tapping with matching fingers each of the Yaksha’s knuckles. “Maybe you don’t have to eat very often, but I have to. And I listen to my body that is craving for a one, single juicy meal,” you joke, pinching his nose.

“Fine.” he muttered under his breath, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow on the surface of the table. “But all these mortals around…”

“You need to get used to this. We must catch up with your two thousand years of inexperience!” You looked around, hoping a waiter was somewhere to be seen with your meals.

“Mmmmhmm…” he grunted, following with his pupils the motion of your hand.

Your fingers were wandering all over the top of his palm, tickling his not used to most sort of touches skin, causing his cheek to heat up. He was fine with your acts of tenderness when you were alone – at least he tried to be. But in public it was a totally different topic. Xiao felt bashful.

Lost in his thoughts, he started to move with his hand, testing if you would notice his small movements. It wasn’t really much. But he still tried to be more welcoming and open to your acts of kindness. It was really important to him that he was conveying your feelings in his own way.

“Ohh! Y/N!” The sudden shout made Xiao shudder. The man freed his hand from your grip and sat up straight, looking in the crowd for the person who said your precious name.

“Oh Archons, hi! C’mere!” You shout, waving in a direction from which the voice came from.

Xiao was even more confused when a boy he’s never seen before approached you two and immediately hugged you. His eyes widened and muscles tensed.

“Xiao! I think you’ve never had the occasion to meet. This is my friend I worked with for a long time in the Adventurer’s Guild,” you smile, leading Yaksha’s palm to shake the boy’s hand. “And this is my beloved boyfriend, Xiao,” you pull his arm, hugging it tightly to your chest.

Oh, what a tragic but alluring way to end a life. Xiao felt as if his heart was about to leave his chest, pounding so hard and so loud. He was a blushing mess. His ears were deaf for your words; he was just tracking the motion of your lips that seemed to be casting a whole bunch of spells, incomprehensible for his fuzzy brain.

While your left forearm was holding his right arm hostage, your right hand was doing all sorts of bad things. Fingers wandering around his tattoo, tickling his nerves and making him melt in the caress. It was embarrassing. The way Xiao reacted to your touch, to your sly fingertips, trailing the green marks. But he knew that he couldn’t resist that so he just tried to enjoy this moment.

It was a bit ironic. The gentle way you were treating the marks that spoke about his past, his origin and the true form that he abandoned a long time ago. They were all soaked with guilt, the weight of his sins deeply rooted in them, weighting on his shoulder. Yet you still acted as if they were his dear treasure, stroking them and playing unwittingly with their shape, admiring their beauty. You changed his point of view of them; made him even be proud of them in some way. Nevertheless sometimes you seemed to like them a little too much, making your boyfriend all flushed due to your actions.

“What?” You smile, raising an eyebrow. Xiao’s been staring at you without a word for way too many seconds after your friend left. “Why are you looking at me like that? You didn’t like him?”

“You’re a hassle,” he stuttered, standing up. “No respect for Adepti.”

“Where’re you going?” You knew that you should be more concerned, based on the fact that your boyfriend was crouching on the railing, but the obvious flustered look and a terrible blush on his cheeks told you everything you had to know. He started rubbing his arm furiously all over his tattoo, trying to get rid of this addictive and lingering feeling of your touch on his skin.

“Yaksha’s duty calls.” He turns away and jumps off the building.

You just laugh, placing your hands over your mouth in a tube. “I’ll take your portion of almond tofu to our room!”

Sometimes Xiao acts like a shy teenager in love.

[aruuspewswords]

Me before I stopped writing for a year and a half: I'm a fantastic writer! =D

Me after writing for the first time in a year and a half: I'm a terrible writer why did I ever start up again? =(

Me a week and a half later: I'm a fantastic writer! =D

[kallikrein]

Spread love today!!! Tag your favorite writers (close or not close) and say whats your personal favorite fics/hcs from them ❀

hello, nonnie! tysm for this ask! i love showcasing my fave works ehehe. i’m just gonna list the fics that made a huge impact on me, so…

@/manjikkai (@/schiros)

crushing on their new employee ft. pet shop trio — my first anon request ever. i had to contain my squeals bcos reiny noticed my ask and wrote the whole thing so adorably <3

i wouldn’t change a thing about you ft. wakasa — a comfort fic i hold the most dear to my heart. i always read this whenever i feel burnt out from work, life in general. so much that i had to beg for a personal copy ahaha it’s that painful and at the same time comforting.

i still have her other fics in mind but i forgot their titles. like the mikey’s s/o dying instead of emma, the izana confession, the shinichiro angst. there are so many, help.

@sugokawata

childhood friends ft. kawata twins — my anon request too! love how i requested it before i went to bed and sugo posted it already when i woke up. i felt so happy when i read it the first time!

@inupibaldspot

there are a lot of eve’s works that i love, so i won’t try to describe each and every one of them. they are all amazing!

hand prompt ft. shinichiro, our snowfall ft. baji, divine ft. mikey, five things i hate about him ft. chifuyu, please come back + only you ft. kakucho, deja vu ft. takemichi.

let’s not fall in love, forehead kisses and cuddles prompt, aphrodite, reel in a reaction ft. wakasa.

@haruchyio

another favorite writer of mine, and i extremely look up to her writings. sennie is the goat!!

tokyo manji daycare hcs, falling for their fwb hcs, dreaming of their s/o cheating even though they’re not in a relationship hcs, how they describe what falling in love is like, things he does during a video call with you.

@sukirichi

basically all of her tokrev works. especially the bonten!husbands executives. they are so good <3

@wwintersun

i just love how fluffy zu's fics are. it feels so nice and warm, and such good reads! her tokrev characterizations are on point.

tokrev as fantasy boy aus part one + part two, in which you kabedon chifuyu, in which rindou proposes to you while you’re asleep.

@tokyo-fukushu

I HAVE A TON OF FAVORITES FROM LOU. I'LL JUST PUT HER WHOLE ASS MASTERLIST HERE HAHAHA. ALL OF HER WRITINGS ARE A MUST-READ FOR A TOKREV FAN.

@lostinthe-jojos

i am still not forgiving itzel /j for writing that wakasa drabble and it's dedicated for me — me. lord knows how i went crazy after reading that goodie.

watching cartoons with their kids ft. shinichiro and wakasa, being his girlfriend ft. wakasa.

@kuroiza

semmie isn't writing for tokrev anymore, but her vibes always make me feel cozy. and the way my fave fic from her still lives in my mind rent-free is quite shocking to me.

can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a while ft. ran.

@nameless-shrimp

chasing cars ft. baji. a rollercoaster ride of a fic. so fluffy, and i'm really blown away with shrimp's writing style and rich vocabulary! i really love this one!!

@firstdivision

asap ft. wakasa. this smutty one-shot changed my life. i became the feral princess that i truly am knowing i have no contact of wakasa irl. sobs.

@marism

with my headphones on ft. wakasa. me and mochi always go back to this one, and when i say we go wild every time we speak of it... we go W I L D.

@aruuq

i remember reading aruu's works in one seating and i must say i had a really good time going through them!

pocky day hcs, gifts hcs, drinking with tokrev boys hcs, christmas at the sanos.

@awkwardly-monmon

i'm gonna be honest. one of the best wakasa writers in the whole fandom is right here. i always look out for monmon’s new wakasa content because she never fails to give me amazing stuff. i am well-fed every time i read her writings, so i'm just gonna put her imaushi wakasa masterlist because it is everything to me.

also @mochi-coffee's writings... drabbles, blurbs, even her tags on her reblogs. need i say more lololol. her roommate!wakasa headcanon is the best thing to ever happen, please. and just look at her influencing everyone to write for roomie waka ;-; i don't honestly know if we're being blessed or cursed because every roomie waka fic out there is so goooood. but you don't really see me complaining hsdfsjdahfg i love her blog so much <3

ps. i still have a lot of favorites from other writers, but these are the only ones that i can think of the top of my head. sorry for missing out some masterpieces! ;-;

[mybunnyparadenme]

Figures I'm working all midday 8 hour shifts on the last three days of Nanowrimo LMAO... So I'll do a prompt meme a little later than I thought I wanted (and to the anon that sent the prompt from the last one I'll get to it as soon as possible, promise!) but I 100% want to keep this writing momentum up!! 63k words + 29 consecutive days writing and (hopefully) still counting! :D

Gonna be on a queue for the next month, NaNoWriMo's gonna take up all my free time! Hopefully I'll have lots of fics to post in August~ I'll reblog another prompt meme the last few days of the month so I can have one final word sprint lol I'll see you all then!!

[bestiesenpai]

Hey, it’s me, Aruu, your future wife (bold of me to assume that lolol), I’m drunk and I wanted to say that you carry this fandom on your shoulders. I love your writing style. You are the most precious human being I know. Lots of kisses and love 💕🖤💖

Future wife? Aruu you are my wife. Also you got me blushing in this Trader Joe’s😳 love youuuu

[viterbofangirl]

first line meme!

@fallynleaf​ said in her post to consider myself tagged, so I’m happily indulging in this lil’ ego boost! Thanks for the opportunity, m’dear! ^_~

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

NB- These are all unfinished and unposted WIPs. It behooves me to note that some of these are not at all recent. However, they ARE fics that have “first lines” at all, which is not necessarily a given as my Creative Muse is obnoxiously nonlinear in her inspirations.

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1- The Gray Ghost had suffered some engine trouble somewhere on Interstate 65, so Mom and Dad hadn’t managed to make it to Chuck’s wedding. (Early Edition: ”Belly Up to the Bar”, a canon-compliant continuation of the episode “Occasionally Amber”, Gary/Toni except kinda not really because she’s totally pissed)

2- Oracle, Texas. 1878. A gnarled husk of a town still trying to deny that its glory days are past. (”Gunslinger”, my serious treatment/retelling of the Roger Corman western)

3- The gate clanged shut behind him, and Meng Yao took a deep, steadying breath. (MDZS: ”Leverage”, an Untamed AU based on inspired by pretty much continuing @littlesmartart​‘s brilliant setup and concept)

4- Many, many nights would Jiang Cheng lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling and pondering the razor’s edge of chance he’d toed. (MDZS: an Untamed chengqing fic set post-canon, current working title is “Second Chances” but I don’t like it)

5- Napoleon Solo flipped though an outdated magazine with little real interest as he lounged in one of the chairs lining the lobby of the car rental establishment. (TMFU (2015): ”Girls Just Want to Have Fun”, a fic set in my “Eight Strapping Daughters” universe where it is currently 1987 and Gaby and Illya have had eight daughters, any of whom are capable of taking over the world... and all of whom are about to spend the day at a shopping mall)

6- He felt the phone vibrating in his pocket. (Sailor Moon: ”Moon Revenge”, a Minako/Kunzite bodyguard AU)

7- The Moon was visiting Earth. (Sailor Moon: ”No Miracle for the Likes of Us”- another working title- which is Venus/Kunzite-centric exploration of the end of the Silver Millenium)

8- Chibi-Usa hasn’t stayed very long after Helios departed. (Sailor Moon: ”Rebirth AU”- you guessed it... working title- a Minako/Kunzite-heavy-but-not-exclusive AU that deviates from the manga/SM Crystal canon after the end of the Dead Moon Circus arc where the Shitennou are revived and the events of Star never occur)

9- Monday, 7:00 AM: Alarm goes off.

Monday, 7:00:08 AM: Alarm thrown across room. (Sailor Moon: “Codename: Teen Idol ‘Dite”, a side arc set in the above AU where, lacking any catastrophic galactic conflicts to fight against, Minako is going out of her mind with boredom and takes an undercover job as an idol as part of a police/Interpol sting operation)

10- Normally, Salazar Slytherin took great pride in his self-control. (Harry Potter: ”Release”, a short Hogwarts founders one-shot involving a maddening magical construction project and a sudden bout of swearing)

11- It was the first truly warm day since winter had broken, and Salazar Slytherin wandered the grounds with no purpose or destination in mind, simply basking in the sunlight until he began to feel the chill of the dungeons recede from his bones. (Harry Potter: ”And Treat Them All the Same”, a Hogwarts founders story about Helga Hufflepuff’s background and why she feels very strongly about equal treatment)

12- Salazar Slytherin stared at the wardrobe for another minute before finally deciding to throw another fur over his fur-lined cloak, leather jerkin, and wool tunic.  (Harry Potter: another one-shot Hogwarts founders fic with a teeny bit of Helgazar where the very cold-blooded Slytherin has to deal with a snowball fight, currently but not definitively titled “Snow Day”)

13- As the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, Brooklyn burst through the thin stone crust encasing him, his awakening roar shifting into a yawn as he stared blearily at the skyline and tried to remember what century he was in. (Gargoyles: ”Return of the Time Dancer”, Brooklyn’s return to New York- family in tow- after his Phoenix Gate adventures)

14- The couple breaking their fast that morning were strikingly handsome, if perhaps past the most fashionable age. (The Scarlet Pimpernel, Pride and Prejudice: “Scarlet Impressions”, a crossover fic that pretty much unfolded itself when I a) crunched numbers regarding the dates and years of respective storylines and b) realized that while Lizzy and Marguerite would get on like a house on fire, Darcy’s only possible reaction to Sir Percy would be unmitigated horror poorly repressed due to the latter’s much higher social standing)

15- Paris really was lovely this time of year. (MCU: “Threads and Patches: Part One”, first part of a three-part Clintasha AU set after the events of Civil War and most emphatically *not* farm-family friendly)

16- The briny air filled her lungs to bursting, but she continued to draw in breath until it hurt. (Highlander the Series: “The Mad Viking Saga”... because, frankly, EVERYONE should have an Immortal™ self-insert character and I refuse to apologize or feel ashamed of mine)

17- “Your Highness?  The oracle is here.” (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: “Sinbad and the Garden of the Hesperides” a sequel to the animated movie that actually should be titled “Proteus and the etc., etc.” bc it’s mostly about him and giving him the ending I think he deserves, a.k.a. an OC love interest and a chance for adventure while on a quest to save his city from a plague)

18- Bare feet pounded on the hot, rough pavement as Sinbad dashed around another tight corner. (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: “Fast Friends”, an eight-chapter prequel telling the story of how Sinbad and Proteus met and grew up together, wherein each chapter progresses with each year they know each other from when they meet to when Sinbad leaves)

19- Reed was well-known as your stereotypical absent-minded professor. (Fantastic Four: “Shut Up and Dance With Me”, a Reed/Sue fluffy one shot where Reed is adorable because fight me)

20- The spaceport on Aruus Minor reeked of fuel, welding torches, and sweaty coveralls, but it was a welcome change from the recycled air of the Lambda shuttle. (Star Wars Legends Expanded Universe (BITE ME DISNEY): “Everything Unsaid”, a Luke/Mara chance encounter set during the we-share-an-unbearable-degree-of-compatibility-to-say-nothing-of-the-overwhelming-sexual-tension-but-both-of-our-lives-are-kind-of-a-mess-and-neither-of-us-feels-ready-to-deal-with-our-feelings-for-each-other-so-we’ve-individually-decided-to-just-ignore-said-feelings-while-simultaneously-being-drawn-to-each-other-whenever-we’re-so-much-as-in-the-same-fucking-hemisphere years)

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WHEW! Well, it sure was fun to tease all my followers with a taste of fics that will neverrr be finished! As far as patterns go, seems I tend to prefer either set-up paragraphs or punchy one-to-three-liners intended to trick intrigue people into reading further. My favorite is definitely #9. It’s a diary/log of Minako’s day, and her POV is hilarious and sooooo much fun to write like that!

Anyone who wishes to participate should consider themselves tagged, and PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU DECIDE TO PARTICIPATE!

[theartofthewitch]

Magic, Pharaonic Egypt - Katharina Zinn. Overview + notes

- Today, we conceptualise of magic and religion as opposites. The closest they come to unity is the idea that magic can be considered an early, or rather primitive, form of religion.

- Magic refers to the supernatural or demonic, never the divine.

- Ancient Egyptians did not consider magic a black art or sorcery that conflicted with the purity of religion. Rather, they considered them (topics such as religion, magic, the sciences, such as medicine) inherently intertwined. There is an overlap between the Egyptian concept of a priest and a 'magus' (source: magic, Greece and Rome). Historically, Western scholars have struggled to recognise and respect this.

- Magic was an important part of general Egyptian thinking and was a regular part of religion at all levels of society. The native term heka refers to a 'cosmic and divine power existing as a force in the universe, personified as the male anthropomorphic god Heka'. The concept of heka and the God Heka date back to the 5th Dynasty, in the funerary temple of Sahure.

Magic is considered to be the power of divinity. The term akhw refers to performative character of heka. Basically, this is when heka is channelled in order to change reality. 'You're fired!' is a performative utterance, because it describes reality, but also changes it by being said. 'I now pronounce you husband and wife' is another example, if uttered in the correct legal capacity. Similarly, the performative character of heka would be audibly speaking spells, in which your words change reality simply by being spoken. 

- Magic existed from the first moments of creation. Heka (the deity) could be seen as one of the creator gods. Alternatively, heka was conceived by the creator god's heart at the beginning of time, and thereby allowed him to start the creation process.

- Heka appeared before Re-Atum, the creator god. Magic predates the cosmos and the gods.

- [ in the 'instruction for King Merikare'], ‘heka is described as given by the creator god to mankind to help fight off enemies and preserve their existence'. Magic is considered by some to be a defensive measure, following this logic. However, heka was also considered to have destructive potential. It was considered necessary to drive heka out of patients' bodies in order for them to recover.

- Originally, Heka (the deity) may have been as the lord of kas. Kas = the life-force belonging to each person from birth.

Quick segue:

THE FIVE PARTS OF THE BODY, as believed by ancient Egyptians (spellings vary in English translations):

- Ba - personality, or soul. What makes a person unique. it is mainly active in the afterlife. Heka was the creator's Ba.

- Ren - the name given to a person at birth, the identity of the person. They continue to exist after death as long as this name is remembered. This is why names of notable figures were often frequently used in writing - they wanted to be remembered.  

- Ka - the life force. This leaves the body when it dies. it can be used to power spells, but the results can be deadly.

- Ib - the heart, the record of good and bad deeds. It is weighed against the feather of truth. if it passes - the spirit is blessed with Aruu (Egyptian paradise). If it failed, the heart would be eaten by Ammit.

- Sheut - the shadow. the silhouette of the body, a back up copy. it can be used to perform shadow execration - ie a god's shadow is destroyed, and thereby destroys the god.

- Heka was considered the mightiest of all the Gods. "Down, you who have come afterward. I am Heka." A sentiment i personally echo with regards to all my exes’ new hoes. Heka was considered to have power over other gods, and they feared him. All deities or kings had their own heka, seen as a creative power and as much a part of them as their name or body.

Heka is not in opposition to ancient Egyptian religion. the name Heka derives from hwj-ka, meaning 'the one who consecrates spirits/imagery'. Basically, the one who makes things sacred. heka is the ESSENCE of religion and animates every aspect of it. all rituals, cult activities, knowledge, and wisdom are ultimately based on heka. in the Westcar Papyrus (ancient text containing stories about miracles performed by priests and magicians. once again they are associated) religious healing is inherently magic, as severed heads are repaired and injured animals returned to life. 

- literacy was a privilege of the elite, and by extension so were access to magical texts. Therefore magic could not have broadly existed outside the elite, and by extension orthodox religion. (i don't know if i agree with this. one, rich people are crazy and would absolutely summon demons. two, word of mouth has always existed. three, poor people always find shit out. servants in houses etc. this seems too neat and generalised to ring true).

- priests acted locally as magicians when off-duty. therefore, public and religious ceremonies were essentially the same as private magical practice, and even performed by the same people. (although again, let's credit people with having Range). 

Sekhmet, 'the female powerful one', a lion-headed goddess, represented magic in medicine. Amulets of health were considered preventative medicine.

Magic in ancient Egypt involved what would today be considered both black and white magic. Essentially the only trial of sorcery in ancient Egypt involved a conspiracy against Ramses III. one of the conspirators (in a harem conspiracy - they were women?) had access to a dark magic text that belonged to the king. the description is not at all clear, but the text supposedly described ways to 'enfeeble the limbs of men', seemingly through the use of wax figures (what we would today consider voodoo dolls).

Coffin Texts is a collection of funerary spells written on coffins. some speak of 'evil' magic, from the perspective of the deceased, who want to escape the harm of the underworld demons after they refuse to obey these demons.

- amulets and jewellery made in the shape of these amulets attracted powerful forces, to give good luck and assistance.

MAGIC WAS CONSIDERED A SOLUTION TO:

- fertility problems

- medicine

- cursing gods (!) , men, enemies, demons 

- unrequited loves (love charms have always been popular, in seemingly every culture. Was this about real love or securing a husband? But men used them too! on women!)

-warning off snakes 

- fending off the dangerous dead

- ensuring the safety of dead loved ones

MAGICAL PRACTICES:

- circumambulation - the act of moving around a sacred object or idol.

- spitting

- blowing

- licking

- swallowing

- use of images

- superposition (?? on top of each other? several things together? i have no idea what is implied by this)

- trampling

- binding

- breaking

- burning

- use of colours (esp red or gold)

- use of sand

- numerology (a relationship between a number and coinciding events that is divine or mystical. bad things come in threes? or like, the forever 27 club? could be many things, but this is still a prevalent idea today).

- piercing

- burial

- oracular consultation (asking an oracle?)

THEY HAD A LOT, this is by no means exhaustive. once again, spirituality affected every aspect of life.

Magic bricks, made of unbaked mud and containing amulets, were placed in tombs during the New Kingdom to protect the dead from enemies of Osiris. For the royals, magical figurines of protective deities were added. they would be sent by Osiris to help and protect the king on his journey to the afterlife.

the Egyptians called oracles the 'miracle' (bjajt). this field was fuelled by heka. An example of this would be the petitioning of the gods. During festivals (from the time of the New Kingdom and onwards) common people could ask oracles questions about their fate or seek advice on decisions they were facing. The oracles replies were written down and rolled up to be worn as amulets. (there must have been LOTS of oracles. not considered rare or mystified as it is today)

Serpent wands were believed to ward off bad luck (ie they had apotropaic powers). they are on display in many western museums (which is frankly a disgrace). they were found as part of funerary equipment.

source 

[moonlights0nata]

91 with Saito/Enzan? :3c

WRITING PROMPTS (Always accepting tbh)

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

@aruuspewswords

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE FOREVER !?!?!? askld but here is The Fluff tm i was getting cavities writing it. thank you sm for the prompt aruu !!!

“Can—Can I hold your hand?” It was blurted quickly, starting low and ending in a small, nervous squeak. It startled Enzan for a moment as he glanced back at Saito, pausing the hand that had been signing documents. Saito's face was flushed, his lips slightly pursed and with the smallest of frowns in his face. He wasn't looking at Enzan but his eyes flickered from the floor to his other hand where it rested idly on the table.

It was odd to see Saito so downright nervous. He'd seemed like a shy kid, back when they'd met, but Enzan was quickly proved wrong. He was stubborn much like his brother, and he was sure not afraid to speak up and scold him. He'd always been open with his affection, so Enzan was still a little thrown off when he became this flustered.

But he reminded himself, they were both new to this sort of affection. To that kind of love that made your skin feel tingly, to feel like there were butterflies dancing in your stomach, to pay attention to things you wouldn't have before. It was still too new, too fresh, too innocent, for them to be used to it.

Enzan swallowed, feeling his own face get warm. “Y—Yeah.”

Saito finally looked up at him, eyes wide as they meet his, before offering a shy smile. He slowly rose his hand and slid it across the table, finding Enzan’s idle hand and intertwining their fingers together. The contact made Enzan’s skin tingle, like an electric shock spreading from the tips of his fingers to his toes. It was such a small gesture but one that made him stupidly happy, lips curling in a smile a he squeezed back and tried to focus back on his documents.

‘ Tried ’ being keyword here, because his mind could only focus in the way that, after a moment, Saito began to run his thumb along the back of his hand, slow and contemplative, and he could hear him faintly humming something. He couldn’t help stealing a glance at his side to see the boy leaning his cheek on his other hand, smiling at their connected hands. It made Enzan’s insides feel warmth, and he could only wonder what he did to have all that affection in Saito’s eyes directed at him, with that look that made Enzan feel he could melt or catch on fire on the spot.

“Sorry, am I distracting you?” Saito’s voice made him startle, realizing he’d been staring and Saito’s gaze had moved to him. He’s not sure why the boy is apologizing when there’s mirth in his smile. Enzan huffed, quickly turning back to his papers.

“It’s fine.”

He willed himself to focus, putting one document aside and going to read the next. He managed not to get too distracted by Saito’s humming and the way his thumb keeps caressing his hand.

They settled on like this for a few moments, and Enzan had never felt so much calm while signing and reading documents. He was much slower at it than usual, but he found he didn’t really mind, not right now.

He’s not sure how much time went by, only a few minutes he thought, before he felt Saito lightly squeezing his hand to get his attention. Enzan hummed, indicating he was listening.

“You should take a break. Your eyes are going to fall off from reading all those tiny letters.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you when you spend hours in front of your laptop. I’ve found you in the same position after three hours went by, reading the same code.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see Saito lift his head, open his mouth to protest and effectively close it, resting his cheek back on his hand. Enzan snorted. “ Touché .”

“ Still .” Saito insisted and Enzan was sure the boy was pouting without having to look.

He sighed and after a pause, put the pen down. “...Alright. A short break is in order, I suppose.”

When he turned to Saito, he was giving him one of his soft pleased smiles, scooting a little closer. “Good.” His eyes wandered over to his newly free hand before he reached for it with his own, Enzan meeting him halfway and letting Saito hold both of his hands in his. His heart felt warm at the sound of Saito’s quiet giggling, eyes creased as he grins, hands resting together in the space between them. Enzan couldn’t deny he liked the way Saito’s thumb kept massaging over his knuckles and he found his eyes fixed on the motion for a second.

He’s completely caught off guard when Saito brought both his hands up to his lips and kissed the back of them. Enzan made a small startled noise, heart rate picking up.

“I…” Saito lowered his hands from his lips and held them together close to his chest as he looked up at him again, eyes as bright as his smile. “I really, really like you, Enzan.”

As soon as the words were out both of their faces turned a deep scarlet and Saito was unable to maintain the eye contact for much longer, eyes flickering to the side, bashful but still smiling. Enzan swallowed, exhaled, before scooting closer with his chair, making Saito look up. Enzan’s face was a mix of amusement and embarrassment of his own.

“I don’t know how you can do and say the most up front things without blinking.” He arched an eyebrow. “And yet be embarrassed about it a second later.”

Saito puffed his cheeks. “I can’t help it !” He fiddled with Enzan’s hands still in his, nervous. “I lose my train of thought and just blurt the first thing that comes out. It’s all your fault.”

Enzan smirked.”So I distract you?”

“ Yeah .” Saito frowned, trying to glare but looking far too harmless when his face was that red. Enzan chuckled.

“I take responsibility for that, then.” In a surge of courage he leant down and pressed a kiss right between Saito’s furrowed brows, making him squeak and relax his frown.“You should take responsibility too, for trying to keep me from my work.”

“I have no idea what you accuse me of.” Saito giggled. “I asked if I could hold your hand and you said yes. You brought this upon yourself.”

Enzan sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t deny that. “... Perhaps .” He leaned down against, bumping his forehead against Saito’s.

Saito peered up at him, a small smile on his lips. Enzan paused, hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Saito.”

“Hm?”

A small intake of air. He closed his eyes. “...I...am very fond of you, too.”

There’s a pause. Then soft laughter. Enzan opened his eyes, scowling at Saito. That made his laughter cease, a little, but he still had a big grin stuck on his face.

“Just--Just say you like me, you dork.”

Enzan rolled his eyes. “My wording is what’s funny to you?”

“Sorry, sorry.” He sighed, gaze impossibly affectionate. “Don’t be mad. I’m...very, very fond of you too, I swear.” There was amusement in his voice but he knew Saito meant that. “C’mon, stop looking grumpy--” Saito nuzzled his nose against his and Enzan huffed out a laugh.

“Hey--Ah, jeez--” He ended up nuzzling him back, making Saito chuckle in delight. Enzan couldn’t believe this; he was so weak for this boy, for this softness, for the little tingles in his skin and the fluttering in his chest. He’d been drawn in by Saito’s gravity and he didn’t think he could pull away from it anymore.

“Come on--” Saito stood up, letting go off one of his hands and pulling him up. “Let’s go get something to drink.”

Enzan nodded, letting Saito drag him along for a moment before he stepped up to match his pace, squeezing his hand and receiving a squeeze back.

Maybe he couldn’t pull away anymore but, frankly, Enzan didn’t even want to let go now.

[aruu-kive]

[Introductions Hear Ye!]

I'm Kyle or you can also call me Aruu (22) | non-binary | any pronouns

I post writings here or at least links to my writings. Multifandom so I hop around. Writes a lot of fanfics once in a while: Haikyuu, MCYT, Kpop. Lots of OC content too but just not published...yet? We'll see.

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Also, check out my Carrd!

[aruuq]

What is your favorite AU? I really like the colleague one and I don’t even know why; not proofread, not sfw content here

Zhongli tightens his grip, digging his long fingers harshly in the flesh of your thigh after it has started to slide off his shoulder. “Mmhm-mh, and what is the answer, my love?” The man doesn’t even dare to look at you, his eyelids shut as his voice muffles through your overstimulated cunt, puffy folds glistening in your slick, painting your whole pussy ‘n dripping down from Zhongli’s chin. The two of his fingers slide in and out your needy hole, fingertips brushing against the velvety walls with the perfect pressure, hitting all of the best spots, while the squelching noise fills the room. Your voice’s weak as you answer, book slipping from between your fingers, white fog blinding your vision when you hit yet another climax this evening with a prolonged moan. “I don’t think it was a correct answer. Dontcha want to pass this exam?” His lips overlap your clit, as he starts sucking on it delightfully, nails leaving precious marks on your thigh. You nod, biting on your lower lip, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Well then, I would rather explain it to you again, shall I?” Zhongli murmurs, digging the third finger into your pulsing cunt, and your loud whimper acts as a sweet approval. 

[aruuspewswords]

I've been reading too much YA lately, it's bleeding into my own writing. Like, I'm writing things in 1st person POV and like??? I've never even liked that POV. But like literally 90% of YA is in 1st person and I'm just... In that zone OTZ Fanfiction is generally a 3rd person venue, heck I don't even bother with 1st person in fanfic, and yet everything that's coming out my fingers is in 1st and... IDK, writing is weird.

[thespearnews-blog]

Nambooze to Mao: Stop mocking FDC on Kyadondo East loss

New Post has been published on https://thespearnews.com/2017/07/05/nambooze-mao-stop-mocking-fdc-kyadondo-east-loss/

Nambooze to Mao: Stop mocking FDC on Kyadondo East loss

By Spear Team

Mukono municipality MP Betty Nambooze Bakireke has lambasted the Democratic Party President Norbert Mao for attacking opposition leaders in his opinion that was published in the Sunday Monitor. Tilted, ‘how the mighty fall: Bobi Wine’s displacement factor in Kyadondo,’

Mao said that Bobi Wine had dived into the old boy’s political pool and managed to displace those who had grown complacent and turned the political pool into their exclusive habitat.

“I don’t know why Mao is celebrating because he has failed the Democratic Party. In all the past by elections DP has had a candidate in only Aruu County and our candidate Bernard Orlogy Obina came third with 411 votes less than what he had achieved at first,” said Nambooze

She adds that DP has failed to field candidates in Kamuli, Toroma, Kagoma and in Karamoja which is an indication that even the few party structures that they had are dying and the party is headed for doom has been no person has been interested in being DP flag bearers.

Before Mao starts attacking other politicians, Nambooze says, he should first make DP relevant and not to join “the bandwagon of NRM by jubilating Bobi wine win as a loss for the opposition.”

She adds that after Mao killing DP, he now wants to see other parties fail too, that is why he is jubilating after FDC lost in Kyadondo.

“Mao needs to be reminded that the newly elected MP Kyagulanyi Ssentamu is more close to Besigye than he is to him [Mao] He openly testifies that he (Mao) asked Bobi Wine to stand on the DP ticket but he declined.

It is this that forced him to transfer the card to Lillian Kamoome and later she withdrew from the race, Mao is on record promising that within 24 we will communicate which candidate DP is backing but he never did so.”, Nambooze added

She wondered where Mao gets the authority to make fun of FDC if his candidate couldn’t complete the race.

“Sowed Kayongo who was an independent managed to finish the race and this in an insult to the Democratic Party and proves we need to make it great again,”

When contacted, Mao said he had no comment.

“What run in Monitor is my opinion and I stand by it, if she feels that she has issues that she doesn’t agree to let her write back,” he said.

[aruuq]

[9:21 PM] – Mitsuya Takashi

After today’s chapter the only thing I want to do is to take care of Mitsuya... not proofread; tokrev manga spoilers are implied

“Baby...” You say quietly, the noise of aggressive scribbling and folding paper acts as a greeting after you close the door behind you. “Hey, baby.” You shake the boy’s arm and he turns his head towards you, tired eyes with big eyebags underneath looking at you with pure confusion.

“Huh? It’s you, gorgeous. I thought... I thought you were maybe... nevermind.” Mitsuya scratches his cheek, itchy from the sparse facial hair scattered on his features. “What’s going on, love?”

You sigh. “You have to stop this.” Your voice is still soft, yet it still sounds like an order.

His irises seem to twitch, no light reflected in the silver surface. “W-what?” Mitsuya stutters, furrowing his eyebrows. “What do you mean that I have to stop?” He takes a defensive stance, his shoulders pushed back, fingers clenching on the stained material of his trousers.

“Takashi, baby...” You exhale, gripping his collar and straightening the wrinkles. “I’m worried.” Your fingertips gently caress his cheekbone, the other hand tucking lilac strands behind his ear. “You look half-dead.” With soft strokes of the thumb you wipe lashes along with crumbs of food out of the boy’s face. “I know you said you know what you’re doing, but...”

“Y/N.” Mitsuya says firmly, his hand stopping your wrist from making any further movements. “I’m doing it for myself, for my future, for, for everything...” He closes the tired eyelids for a few seconds, the only sound in the room being the flickering lightbulb. “I’m doing it for him.”

“But that’s not what he wanted–“

“Enough.” Mitsuya cuts you off, turning around on the swivel chair, trembling fingers catching a short pencil.

You could leave him. You could just go away but you knew for a fact it wouldn’t change a damn thing. So instead of trying to convince your boyfriend to listen to you, you force him to. “No.” With a hard pull you make Mitsuya face you again, your palm immediately grasping his jaw, making him look at you. “I’m not gonna leave you, you dummy.”

You grasp his arm and pull his body into your warm embrace, one of your hands stroking his tangles, the other on his back, making sure he’s not gonna withdraw from the hug. “We’re going to the bathroom. We will shave the hair on your face, brush your teeth, wash your hair,” you explain your plans slowly. “Then we will go to the kitchen, and you’re gonna drink some tea as I make you food. And then, you’re going straight to bed. I can read you a book if it will help you with falling asleep. I can stay all night by your side. If you don’t want to take care of yourself, let me do it for you.”

Mitsuya’s lower lip is trembling, his palms clenching desperately on the material of your shirt. “But–”

“No buts.” You shush him, leaving a few quick pecks along his shoulder. “We’re gonna live through this together, okay?”

Mitsuya nods, tears flooding from his sad eyes. When he forgets about the whole world, you are here for him, always ready to act as his paradise.