#even better yet if one dog is silver and the other is black and they act like surrogates for obkk

[raikirikiri]

i like to imagine that one of the first things kakashi did as hokage was have a leslie knope moment and marry two dogs for the public’s entertainment. sure it was also selfish desire but who doesn’t love cutesy little shit like dog marriage? the villagers eat it up! how cute!! dogs married!! how jovial and preposterous! konoha’s finest couple!

but they were actually two boy dogs. so kakashi essentially comes out as a supporter of gay marriage by association and it causes a little uproar in some communities in the village. they demand the dogs be divorced and that they marry girl dogs like proper gentleman. some even say they should be prohibited from the village and returned to the wilds for such ‘treason’. but unlike leslie, kakashi doesn’t care and the dogs are fucking gay. get over it.

and wait till the villagers find out their hokage is gay too

[cosmica-galaxy]

♣--Ex!SMC Underling!Reader x Pure Vanilla Cookie--♣

Genre: Can be Romantic or Platonic Warnings: Manipulative/Partially Abusive SMC Word Count: 3,173 Words

You’re tired. You are so…so…tired. You have tried everything to please your master and you never found anything that could ever bring him any happiness nor praise. What were you doing wrong…?

You were loyal to Shadow Milk even before he fell from grace as the Sage of Truth. You weren’t some…nobody welp that he happened to take in from off the streets. You were there when he fell…when he became the beast of deceit. His large web of lies spread chaos in the surrounding region…and you were a minion that was destined to spread it as far as you could across Earthbread. It wasn’t just you that served as a minion, but you also had two fellow loyalists that would help do Shadow Milk’s bidding. Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie. Black Sapphire Cookie would spread rumors far and wide, cause couples to fall apart or fight, and would break apart friendships and relationships with such grace…and your lord would give him so much praise for his deeds. Candy Apple Cookie would deceive, assassinate, and infiltrate so many places to deal with any forms of resistance to your lord’s rule with such savagery and devotion…and he would praise her as well. Then…when you went out and performed so many deeds in the name of deceit ...you have told so many lies, broken so many friendships, and even had kingdoms fight one another over petty lies and deceitful tactics to please your lord. But…he would barely look your way. However, he would always take notice of your mistakes rather than your accomplishments. The moment you messed up, he would berate you. Shadow Milk would always comment about how you were such a worthless minion and how he could literally replace you with a puppet and have better results. But that was him on his good days. On his bad days, it was worse for you. He would physically abuse you for your failures by forcing you to act out plays as a puppet. Strings would pull you roughly around the stage, forcing you into painful positions, and you would take very real attacks from other members of his ‘cast’ during his tales. Beaten, battered, wounded, and breathless…Shadow Milk would laugh at you, as well as the “audience” he would conjure up. Among the crowd were his two disciples, Black Sapphire and Candy Apple. While Candy Apple Cookie seemed to enjoy your torment, Black Sapphire seemed to be more…reserved in his reactions. “Aww…are you all done? Learned your lesson yet?” Shadow Milk would taunt from above your entangled form. Yet, like a beaten submissive dog, you would always crawl back to your master. Agreeing and begging for more chances to prove your worth time and time again. Much to your master’s dramatic disgust-filled reaction, and then he would drop you from his strings. Then Shadow Milk would bring up the statues in the spire courtyard…all the time. Always telling you that if you wanted the empty pedestal to be filled with your stony visage, you had to earn it like Black Sapphire and Candy Apple did. And you would always try so hard to do as he demanded. To earn your place in the garden of deceit and to finally be recognized as a valuable member of his following. But, that was during the time of the Beasts’ reign over the continent you once called home. When the Witches intervened and your lord was broken and sealed away in the seal guarded by a silver sapling, you waited for your master to return with such eagerness. But many springs…summers…autumns…and winters passed. Many moons later…you suddenly find yourself doubting why you were waiting in this forsaken spire for your lord to return. His sealing had given you plenty of time to think and wonder…just…why? What were you doing wrong? Then, one fateful moonless night…you had an epiphany while staring at the empty pedestal in the garden of deceit just outside of the spire. You…were never going to get recognized as an honorary minion of deceit.

Only during that moment on the moonless night did you finally understand the truth…you were being constantly deceived…and you felt it in all of its cruel irony. Shadow Milk Cookie cared for you less than his other underlings…but you were useful for all the hard work and labor that the other members didn’t feel like doing. You were just being strung along by Shadow Milk…like a puppet on a string. He would dangle the carrot in front of you and you would pursue it relentlessly, and would get no closer to your goal. Your world became shaken and suddenly…your devotion in your lord of lies…waned. You and the other minions of deceit would regularly talk or hang out at the spire during your master’s absence–until after that night. You began to shut both of them out of your life slowly and steadily. You would stay away from them at dinner, hide in your room all day, and you even swapped your sleeping schedule to avoid them entirely. Candy Apple wasn’t as bothered by your sudden isolation, but Black Sapphire Cookie would always try to check up on you at least once in a while. Yet, you refused to reach out or indulge in the rumor spreader when he came knocking on your door. He always asked if it was about Shadow Milk Cookie being imprisoned…but you would never reply. If only he could understand the betrayal and heartache you were enduring because of your revelation in the garden that night. Then one full moon night, after all those tear-filled sleepless nights and silent suffering of what you were going to do that you endured, you decided to make the difficult choice to leave the spire entirely…to leave the chaos of deceit that you had grown to know for so long behind. You had packed your bags with all of the necessities, packed food and drinks, and opened the window to the outside. Your demon-like wings spread wide and your bag close to your side. You could only look back at the room that once served as your home one last time before you turned around and flew out the window. You slipped away to the far borders of the Beast of Deciet’s territory. Stopping on a moonlit hill to look over what used to be your kingdom and your place of residence. There was only one thing left to do. You look at the insignia you wore, the crest with the slitted eye that held your pledge to the lord of deceit himself, and you ripped it off. You stare at it with a mix of uncertainty, fear, and hatred.

For a moment, you hesitate. But…you already came this far. 

There was no going back now…besides…what would await you at the spire anyway? An abusive lord that would eventually return to give you more empty promises? A life of never being good enough for him? An empty statue pedestal that would never be filled? 

You were no longer going to be some Beast’s loyal little puppet. You raise your hand up high…and you sling the deceitful jem that held your pledge towards the ground with force. It shatters. With the shattering came the pain of you being severed from the powers of the dark side of the moon, the otherworld, and even your own master of deceit. 

You wince and grit your teeth as your corrupted form is burned away from existence by a golden light and you could only let out breathless gasps when you finally feel the weight of your pledge of servitude that was marked upon your very soul be lifted away from you–like a heavy ball and chain that was finally cut from your leg and how that allowed you to fly away freely. You have done it. You had freed yourself from the Beast and liberated your soul from his influence. You had the chance to be reborn anew. Your wings remained, but they now held a different shape, and you took that as a small blessing from your shift away from the path of deceit. You gathered up your things and finally turned away from the place that served as your cage for the last time. You disappear into the jungle of Beast-Yeast and never look back towards the spire ever again. . . .

That was years ago now.

You had taken on a different name, a different appearance, and began to travel the continent of Beast-Yeast for a majority of years.

You became known as a rather talented traveler. Going from place to place and seeing all that Beast-Yeast had to offer…until the day of the Dark Flour War.

You had remembered when the skies had darkened, the moon turned red, and the continent itself shook with such fury. You won’t lie…you hid away for most of that era, as it reminded you of the time when you used to serve…him. How kingdoms would fall, how lies would reap what was sowed, and how easily others crumbled when pushed to certain limits. But…the war had passed and life continued on like not much had happened. You continued with your own soul searching journey that you undertook in solitude. Traveling, meeting other cookies, fighting dangerous beasts, and finally getting to a point where you felt like you could cross the licorice sea and discover what lied beyond this land that you had now explored over the years. Plus…you would do anything to get farther away from the hellhole you crawled out of. You managed to make a decent boat, cross the sea during the calm season, and then you began your explorations in the land of Crispia. You explored the mighty mountains of the dark cacao kingdom, drank the fine berry juice in the dragon-ruled Hollyberry Kingdom, sampled the various delicious cheeses of the parmesan desert (apparently there used to be a kingdom here…but it got wiped out long ago), and finally you began to make your way over to a rather far away kingdom. However, you were surprised that you got ambushed during your walk through the chasms that supposedly led to a fabled “vanilla kingdom” by a Cookie who used raisin crows as companions. She tossed raisin buns at you, which you caught and began to eat without hesitation. “Thank you! I was quite famished!” You had exclaimed and continued to eat the raisin bun, much to the Cookie’s surprise. “You…aren’t from around here. Who are you? Where did you come from?” The cookie interrogates, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Me? I’m just a traveler. Going from place to place and meeting all types of cookies. As for where I came from…well, it’s pretty far away. It doesn’t really matter where I came from…since I didn’t belong there anyway.” You explained. “I promise that I mean you no harm, unlike those unfriendly waffle robots I ran into a little while ago…” “The waffle bots attacked you as well?! . . .I see that you are injured. You said that you have no home, right…? . . . Follow me, I know someone who can help heal your injuries.” That was how you met him.

At the time, he was known as “Blind Healer Cookie”. A cookie that helped heal a group of injured and famished cookies. You have never met someone so…kind before. He was the polar opposite of your old master, the one you had deserted so many moons ago. The moment that Black Raisin Cookie lead you into his tent, you felt a strange feeling of nostalgia. Regardless, the cookie smiled at you while he healed the sick and injured in his tent. “Oh? Who is this?” The kind cookie inquired and he welcomed you into his tent after spotting your injuries. “Oh my, you’re hurt…please come in and have a seat. I will be with you in a moment!” You had sat down obediently and waited patiently. Thankfully, your injuries weren’t as nearly as severe as some of the cookies in the tent. You could afford to wait for your treatment. “This is a drifter. They claim to hail from a far away land…and that they don’t have a home. Like most of us.” Raisin Cookie explains in your place. “Oh…that’s a shame.” The friendly cookie smiles warmly at you. “Do you at least have a name?” You tell the cookie your name. “What a lovely name! I can see you now, please allow me to assess your injuries.” “Oh…they’re not that bad. If someone needs assistance, you can help them first!” “. . .Traveler, your arm is leaking strawberry jam with a deep gash! How can that possibly be a not that bad?” The healer cookie had asked you in worry. “. . . I’ve had worse.” You mutter out and look away as the healer looks at your deep injury with concern. “Goodness…you must have had quite the journey to get this far…” “Well…I don’t really have anywhere else to go. I was on my way to the vanilla kingdom, but I just ran into trouble on the way there and those waffle bots gave me this nasty cut. I will probably move on after I heal so I don’t use up too much of your resources.” “Nonsense! If you ever need a place to rest your head, you are free to stay here in the village with Raisin Cookie and I. Any cookie is welcome here!” “. . . Thank you, Healer Cookie.”

From that moment on, you stayed with the healer cookie in the small unimpressive village. You truly had no reason to stay, but you didn’t want to travel with such an injury for a while. Yet, the longer you stayed…the less you wanted to leave. Especially if Healer Cookie wasn’t going to go with you. Instead, when you got well enough, you began to help Black Raisin Cookie defend the village from the onslaught of waffle bots that would come every red moon. Your survival and combat skills have served you well over the years, as it has kept many a cakehound, cake wolf, and even a ferocious ridge lion from devouring you. Many of the villager cookies have even taken up calling you a “knight”. You also tried to help understand where the robots were coming from, and they seem to be originating from the island floating in the sky. Which you later found out to be the fabled Vanilla Kingdom…but why would a kingdom send down so many robots to hurt cookies specifically? You wouldn’t get an answer to that until a ragtag bunch of Cookies by the name of Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookies came hurtling into town. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, you’re helping fight off an invading force of cake monsters that had taken over Healer Cookie–no…Pure Vanilla Cookie’s old kingdom. Your sword skills served the group well and you never strayed too far from Pure Vanilla Cookie until he was separated from your group during a fight in the bedroom. Once Dark Enchantress Cookie revealed herself, and your imprisoned friend, you flew into a rage that you haven’t ever felt before. The team joined you in your assault on the Cake Witch and you all sent the beast reeling. Pure Vanilla even broke out of his confinement and assisted you all  when you needed it the most. In the end, the enchantress and her unwanted lackeys fled the kingdom that now rightfully belongs to Pure Vanilla Cookie and the Villagers that housed you while you healed. You could only feel delighted when you see Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard cookie off as they continue on their journey across Crispia to bring the letters that were written by Pure Vanilla to the other surviving ancient heroes. Then, you get an unexpected proposal from the king himself as he addressed you by your name to get your attention. “I was wondering if you would accept this offer of mine. You see, I think you would make a great knight for our kingdom. If you want to…would you like to become the first Vanilla Royal Knight?” You could only blink in response and your wings fluttered slightly in excitement.

Admittedly, it took a lot of time for you to start opening up to anyone at all. Let alone to learn to trust again after your abandonment of the Beast of Deceit. But something about Pure Vanilla just made you feel…warm and safe. Maybe it was his kind demeanor or his devotion to his subjects that made you feel this way…or maybe it was because he was so willing to give what you were craving so much from Shadow Milk Cookie.

A sense that you belonged. “. . .I would…I-I…” “Ah?! Are you okay?! You’re crying…” “I…am I?? My apologies…I just…do I deserve it…? Have I earned my place h-here?” “Shh…” Pure Vanilla Cooke quickly embraces you and strokes your trembling back lovingly. “Of course! Why wouldn’t you belong here? We all love you very much and the only thing we would hate about you…is if we had to see you go.” For the first time in your ancient life…you lean into a figure that was giving you the affection and recognition that you seeked so desperately from the Beast you used to serve. “So…will you stay?” “. . .Yes, my king.” From that moment on, you had fully shed your past life as a follower of deceit. 

You have taken on a new identity, a new title, and now…a new kingdom to call home and a new king to follow, Not a king of deceit…but a king of truth.

You served as his strongest knight that fought off any lingering waffle bot threats and guarded the edges of the floating kingdom with your wings serving as your method of transportation. You now wear a signature vanilla kingdom set of armor that was crafted for you specifically, dressing your once tattered clothes into a fine suit of armor. Not only that, but you were given a powerful sword to replace your old and worn one. 

Now you spend your days standing protectively at his side as Pure Vanilla went about his business in the kingdom. Whether or not he was in a meeting, checking on his devoted villagers, or even watering the vanilla flowers in the garden.

You were always nearby and watching over his kingdom with rigorous and unshakable loyalty. You were no longer a pawn of some puppeteer to tug around and be forced to dance for entertainment. Though, you do wonder from time to time how Black Sapphire is doing…but he and Candy Apple Cookie were in the past…and that is where they can stay. You have changed.

You now reside as a resident of the new vanilla kingdom and a servant to a king who actually deserves your loyalty, tenacity, and devotion to your duties. And the king would return your effort with so much kindness, praise, and words that always reassured you… That you would always belong here with him.

[defire]

I love your prompts so much, they are always amazing!!

Can you please do one about Whumpee wearing a collar/better yet has some implant or magical runes or whatever else that zaps them with electricity if they don't obey an order/act a certain way (always polite, following rules, not going far from people that own them etc). They've spent years living like this and got good at avoiding shocks (except the situation where the orders are contradictory and they can't escape getting hurt) or maybe they never knew any other life, and when they're finally free they can't get rid of the shock mechanism. They are with Caretaker, but are forced to follow their orders now even though neither of them want this. And so they have to learn to navigate around the words, carefully choosing words and actions to trick the mechanism into allowing Whumpee some freedom and some comfort.

I love you friend that's awesome!

Okay yes let's see, also I have done this in depth in Dance of Death you just have to skip to the "slave" chapters!

Collar/magical runes

All owner has to do is make a claw hand and squeeze. Suddenly victim is on the ground writhing and screaming as black lash marks pattern their way up from a branded rune

Victim flinches and grabs the brand after speaking out of turn

Silver-studded collars with little folds, for vampire whumpees. When pulled these studs press in and sizzle against their skin. Vampires are taught very quickly to "heel."

Burns that never heal because they're magical. Each time victim is burned, it's on a spot that is just as damaged, if not more, than it was last time it was burned.

Using the name of an animal on victim to reinforce that they're not human. "Dog. No speak."

Caretaker drops something and yells "son of a bitch!" Only to see survivor flinch at the word "bitch"

Caretaker afraid to touch the burn marks under the collar. When they finally try to tug it to unlatch it, survivor yelps in pain and doesn't even dare grab at the place, cringing and reflexively awaiting their punishment

Survivor having a drop reflex that was trained into their body from the pain. Now it's directly linked to the gesture and when caretaker does it, it happens again

[lohotine]

``Philophobia``

Shadow Milk x Truthless Recluse

(Author's notes at the end, not heavily proof read)

"The moon is quite beautiful tonight. Is it not?"

When had he appeared on the balcony?

Perhaps he had been there even before the blonde had, though only choosing to show himself now.

After all, he can do whatever he pleases in his domain.

"There isn't a moon cycle here. It looks the same every night."

But it was quite nice..

"Ah, of course! Silly me, how could I forget?"

The most simple explanation was that he hadn't. Shadow Milk Cookie was never the type to simply "forget."

He obviously came here for some reason, but Pure Vanilla currently lacked the patience to deal with him.

Pure Vanilla sighed and looked down, strands of golden hair falling onto his face. "If there isn't a reason for this talk, I'll be heading to bed."

He began to leave without a response; and for some reason, Shadow Milk seemed to be allowing it.

How odd.

Pure Vanilla stood in front of the balcony door, fixated on the silver handle.

Stunning engravements were carved on it. They were, though he only reluctantly admitted it, quite intricate. The moonlight found its way to accompany the little design in a way that elevated it greatly.

He found it hard to believe that Shadow Milk had paid such close attention to something so... pointless.

As Pure Vanilla turned the handle (or attempted to) and saw that the door had not budged, it became evident that Shadow Milk was not keen on having him leave so easily.

That explains the unusually passive behavior...

Pure Vanilla said nothing.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Come back here. I just want to talk to you."

His tone sounded like he was speaking to a dog. It was absolutely degrading, and Pure Vanilla hated every moment of it. Yet...

Pure Vanilla walked back to the railing of the balcony.

What else would he do?

Another silence engulfed them.

"What do you want?"

Shadow Milk clicks his tongue. "Oh my, such hostility! I've barely done anything yet..."

The blonde wishes to rip that blue jester to shreds... or at the very least send him a repulsive glare.

Though, he resists these urges and instead keeps his gaze fixated on the moon.

He thinks looking at his tormentor will only make him more angry.

"I was just bored. Didn't feel like torturing your friends. Black Sapphire's busy, and I... can't be bothered to deal with Candy Apple."

Ah, he recognized that name. She certainly was loud.

Pure Vanilla overheard from one of her fan-girling rambling sessions that Shadow Milk's original home was the dark side of the moon.

Well, he technically had already been aware of that fact... but it only reocurred to him now.

Pure Vanilla continued staring at the full moon.

Behind this beautiful face was a dark and cold plane of existence.

It was undoubtedly lonely...

Was that place really what Shadow Milk called home?

"Do you miss it?"

Shadow Milk looks at him, confused.

"...What?"

Pure Vanilla's gaze never falls from that ethereal celestial body. "Your home."

And though the response is thoroughly lacking, Shadow Milk seems to understand.

And he laughs at the thought.

"Why would I ever miss a place like that? It's boring, and..."

Pure Vanilla's gaze meets his own.

How could I miss that place when my other half resides here?

"And it's empty."

Not technically a lie. Everything does feel abnormally dull and utterly lacking when he is not with Pure Vanilla.

Surely it's just because he owns part of his soul jam..?

"I can imagine," Pure Vanilla would say.

You can't. Isolation is devastating.

But he took the comfort anyway. "Being here is much better. Especially since I get to be here with my other half~" Shadow Milk grinned with an impudent look.

"I am not your other half-"

Shadow Milk places a finger in front of his lips. "Shh. You've been talking too much today." Shadow Milk continued to bask in the silence, gazing absent mindedly at the multicolor eyes.

Shadow Milk feels himself staring a bit too much, but... it's just to annoy Pure Vanilla, right?

And when he moves his hand up to cup his face, that too is surely just to annoy the other..

"You've been staring for quite some time now," Pure Vanilla says. He's met only with a small hum. Shadow Milk remains as shameless as ever with his staring.

Then, he looks at the key design that adorns his robes. "So, Pure Vanilla- oh, I guess you go by Truthless Recluse now, huh?"

Shadow Milk struggles momentarily to come up with a fun nickname for that.

"I think I'll just continue saying Nilly. You're fine with that, right?"

"No. I never said-"

Shadow Milk gently tucks a strand of the other's hair behind their ear, interrupting them.

It's only after the sudden silence that he realizes how intimate the action was.

Ah, how shameful! A beast should never have been caught dead doing something like that...

"Um-" Shadow Milk shakily removes his hand from the others cheek. "The point is.."

He diverts his gaze so quickly it's almost embarrassing. Just mere moments ago, he had been so keen on messing with the other!

Why was he the one getting blushy instead?

Pure Vanilla just remained silent; watching the spectacle with, albeit only slight, amusment.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong- I just..."

Got flustered? Became overwhelmed? He couldn't admit to such humiliating emotions!

Pure Vanilla slowly placed his palm against the other's, and though it's cold to the touch, he remains there all the same.

"I must say, I never thought you were the type to get embarrassed over things like this."

When had he become so bold!?! And since when was he the one in control of the situation?

"Just what do you think you're doing..."

Pure Vanilla's gaze softens. It must have been extremely lonely being trapped all of those years if such a simple action was enough to get him like this.

And an action that he himself initiated, nonetheless.

"Nothing that you haven't already done to me."

Pure Vanilla gently interlaces his fingers with the others.

How strange... Why was he entertaining something like this?

Then he brings his other hand up to the others cheek; just as Shadow Milk had done to him moments ago.

Pure Vanilla's touch was light; as if it were a ghost...

And yet- Shadow Milk's entire body felt like it was burning.

He absolutely despised it...

But oh... how he wished to remain like this for just a little while longer.

And perhaps move a little bit closer?

Oh, what was he thinking? He couldn't possibly think that this... feeling... was anything good.

And so, suddenly, Shadow Milk feels himself move away.

He can't allow himself to become vulnerable infront of someone like him.

Or anyone, really.

But especially him...

"Ahaha! I've decided to spare you of my... annoyances today. You can go do whatever it is that you wish to do now-"

He knows the other must notice how flushed his face is; and he prays with all of his soul --(or perhaps lack thereof?) that he'd just ignore it.

It was strange, though. Wasn't Shadow Milk lonely? Shouldn't he want this?

I mean, he does...

He really

really

does.

And yet, he still moves away.

Pure Vanilla says nothing as he watches the other disappear, becoming one with the shadows and escaping to who knows where.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't the tiniest bit disappointed about him leaving.

Shadow Milk; ever the lonely soul.

Won't you let him help you?

And as Pure Vanilla gazes from the balcony; hand still in the air. (Why is it still in the air? Is he waiting for something?)

He thinks;

You may be the greatest liar that this world has ever seen,

but you will always remain the biggest coward.

AN:

Originally, this was just supposed to be an X reader fic, but these two have been rotting my brain... (I said I wouldn't do a character x character, but I just love them so much!)

I really tried to capture them well, but looking back on it now, I think SMC would have been more desperate for PV'S understanding.

(But oh well, this depiction of him isn't the worst, right? Still desperate enough, I hope?)

I know chapter 8 didn't confirm that the two of them were romantic, and I understand that they are by no means a healthy ship!

(Any ship with SMC isn't healthy, let's be real)

But I just really wanted to experiment with their interactions and I hope I did the complicated emotions surrounding them some justice.

This is probably a one time thing, but if you REALLY want more, you can send me a request and I can probably make something... I have some ideas floating around-

But yeah, I understand if this isn't your thing- anyway BYE.

[Lohotine OUT]

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Surprise visit with needs

modern!Aemond x servant!reader

warning : +18, smut, mommy issues, breast play, thigh job (humping), implied age gap (Aemond is in his 20s and reader in her 30s), hurt/comfort, family problems, aemond needs reassurance, kissing, fluff, no use of y/n, nicknames : Ma'm/Mommy/Muse

Summary : Just because you're the second son of the rich Targaryen family doesn't mean you're automatically a somebody. Ignored by his father and mother, Aemond takes the path as a musician, but after a small concert but all the more the cries and accusations of his parents he comes back home exhausted, broken but above all looking for comfort a comfort that only one can give him…

info : OMG the pictures i mean all like how beautiful can someone be an angel, my muse he is so pretty and deserves only more photos thanks for the help in choosing the reader and i wish everyone a lot of fun reading ;)

masterlist

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The night was cool too late to even call it evening but still too early to herald the morning. A time when no one was on the streets anymore and no one wanted to be in King's Landing even though the city was large with many neighbourhoods and their histories it was still a city riddled with poverty, brutality and the power of the youth who held various parties and concerts every night in the pubs and various factory buildings.

A city that had stood for hundreds of years and had always belonged to them, the dragons as they were called because of the family crest that dated back to the Middle Ages when they conquered the city with fire and had ruled ever since.

The Targaryen family silver haired beauties with more money and influence than you could imagine whether it was the sea routes of trade through the Velaryons or the other influential families like the Baratheons or Arryns it was a family that had many members but above all the family had a black sheep, one member that stood out.

One son is good he is the heir but the second son he is like a shadow never really important always second and never the hope of the future no matter how well he learnt or trained with the sword no matter how many times Aemond met his older brother with the blade no matter how many tournaments and medals he brought back home it never seemed enough never even close.

So he withdrew, though still part of the time, when his father or mother, even his grandfather, or his teacher Criston demanded it, he was there like a ‘dog’, but each time it came back differently less gold more free dragon….at least that's what he thought.

A free dragon who did what he wanted to do, a guitar on his leg playing and his lips on the microphone he entertained the city that had given him more than once what the rich son needed and wanted, on his hands the silver rings and the dragon tattoo on his arm and yet at the end of the day.

When the moon was over the city and the dark alleys were only slightly illuminated, he was still dressed in gold when he went back through the high, thick iron gate and was always let in by the servants or sneaked in.

But then the fire of his parents' disappointment hardly hurt him anymore, it was more the threat that he would take away his guitar and send him away to his great cousin or whatever Rhaenys was related to in order to “get some fresh air” by the sea, as his father always glossed over it.

He sometimes avoided the older man's gaze, sometimes held his own, but all Aemond saw was a rich old man who had overreached himself and couldn't really see what his well-born family was really going through.

But the thing that hurt the most when he looked in his room helpless on the bed and the guitar next to him was hearing his mum's footsteps his mum standing in the open door her disappointment ,,I really thought you were better matured than Aegon I am disappointed Aemond everything is already complicated and you are making it worse" her words clearly audible in the room but he tried not to hear them.

The green and gold always showing the colours of her family, her blood that she always carried close to her and that he himself had worn most of the time but now everything just seemed so monotonous and overwhelming.

He just nodded slightly and looked down at the pain of his scar throbbing, stabbing, disturbing him saying that he was a bad prince a bad son a disappointment before the door closed and he was alone in the room alone with his feelings but most of all with no one to turn to.

I've given everything mother he thought he wanted to tell her but knew it wasn't enough and instead sighed trying to distract himself with his guitar and record collection but after the time of self-pity, hatred and insecurity his stomach grumbled.

He heard the confused growl of Vhagar lying on her dog basket, an old wolfhound that had belonged to his grandfather and just seemed to be going through the motions, a friend when he needed to get out of the castle and someone soft to cheer him up even if it was just rolling the ball back and forth, but when he was hungry Vhagar couldn't help much.

,,Umbās Vhagar I'll be right back’ he commanded the dog in the old language from the former land from which his ancestors supposedly came, but it had been lost for centuries and nothing more than ruins of Valyria remained, but even his ancestors would not help him.

Opening the door to the long hallway, he could hear his brother's snoring even through the door, but above all he could smell the odour of grass and beer, the typical smell of the heir to the throne, ,,How beguiling," he murmured cynically and turned his eyes to see the small ray of light under the room next to his and he calmed down slightly.

His dear sister Helaena was not awake, not a rarity as her interests, which were centred on insects and nature, only allowed few public appearances like his only when necessary.

He had no interest in her insects but he enjoyed her company when he wrote a book of new songs and listened to her thoughts that she spoke to him, some of which he turned into songs and gave her as a birthday present, a thing that always made her happy.

But ignoring his family, knowing that his father was asleep and his mother was probably on another floor for a ‘meeting’ with Criston Cole, he had a clear and safe route down to the first floor where the large open-plan kitchen and living room were located.

The walls honoured the family with old murals of legends and legends of dragons and the taking of King's Landing by his ancestor Aegon and his sisters' wives Visenya and Rhaenys, a legend and story with truth and fantasy that he could learn and interpret in contrast to Aegon whose face he had to see again as he looked at the large family picture but turned his image away from the black and white photograph.

Emotions welled up in him again and he twisted the silver rings on his fingers trying to turn away from the pain of his scar and his mind as he saw the moon shining into the kitchen, his only companion on the way back and oh now there was only one person who would see him.

Still and quiet it was in the house not loud and full of life like the old bar he had played in where people cheered and cheered and listened to him and he felt somehow loved as his body shook with his own voice and the vibration of his guitar.

It was freedom, a life he should have and actually was allowed to have because as a second son he was good for nothing but looking good when his parents needed him to, he was no hope and would never matter.

His emotions boiled inside him as he ripped open the door to the fridge and after grabbing the first best thing he could after what he wanted again he took out the bottle of milk and slammed the door shut again and turned to the pull out cupboard and just took the cereal and poured it into a bowl the little tinkling of the single oat flakes and other dried seeds were almost like music.

But the sounds drowned in the milk as the crunchy sound of chewing kept coming up in the silence and the rich prince sat down on the kitchen counter with the bowl in front of him and brought the spoon to his mouth again and again, savouring the taste of the ice-cold milk with the cereal it felt like the only thing he had eaten after breakfast in the morning before sneaking out again.

It was like this almost every day, sometimes only every other day when he was forced by his mum to join the family or even attend the visit of his half-sister and her family, a thing he hated and his tongue always made a cynical comment to his half-nephew Lucerys.

It may have all been an accident back then, playing around with the sharp letter opener and naive children but the damage was done and now he wore either the black eye patch or the dark blue sapphire prosthetic eye, his injury the only good thing was that his mum was with him again for a long time.

Her voice soft with a hint of worry but mostly love and apology when she held his hand, stroked his head and always gave him a gentle kiss on the head before falling asleep but most of all she was proud of him to get through this being as strong as a dragon for a small moment he had seen that she wished so much that he had become Aemond the firstborn and not his brother Aegon.

But that wish and that time had been over for more than a decade and so now he sat here almost laughing at the irony of it all and yet he seemed to feel the tingling on his skin where she had always touched him, given him comfort whether he was really hurting or lying it didn't matter as long as his mother loved him and wasn't disappointed it didn't seem to matter.

Lost in his thoughts about the time of comfort and love, he noticed too late the footsteps coming towards him from the dark of the house, the woman coming towards him, the high heels making a clacking sound and the dark uniform with white embroidery was an image he saw every day, but even so, when the older woman said ,,Good evening Aemond" he winced violently and dropped the spoon into the bowl, the milk splashing slightly and sticking to the ends of his hair.

His eyes went from the spilt milk to her and he saw that she was still wearing her uniform, she always wore it, there didn't seem to be a day or night when she didn't wear it.

The black dress that went up to her thighs, the dark nylon tights sometimes white or blending in with her skin and clinging to her legs, the black high heels she could run in and often did when his brother threatened to throw up on the carpet and she had to practically carry Aegon into the bathroom.

But the white embroidery on the edge of her dress and on her wrists bright white pure innocent fabric that never had a stain she always seemed to be the purest thing in the house, no the purest thing in his family.

,,Good evening…Miss" he replied and swallowed to moisten his drying throat which didn't quite work so he tried to take a spoonful of the milk which didn't quite work either as half of it was in his dark hair and on the kitchen counter.

As always, she smirked, her lips a slight smile and her voice revealing joy and slight infatuation when the prince addressed a simple servant as Miss, but he had been doing this too since she had been here for as long as he could remember, she was there for them all and especially for him, ,,I could have made you something proper" she said casually and came up to him he saw her casually drop a silver thimble into her dress pocket.

His mother had always insisted on having her clothes hand-tailored by her and it had to be extravagant but it took a bit of time she only had at night or in the morning.

,,No need I just wanted something small" he lied and he saw her briefly sceptical look as she looked at him and still turned away to grab a drying cloth and held it under the tap she wiped the milk off the kitchen counter and he only now realised how close she was to him.

He blocked the stains but she only briefly put a hand on his wrist and signalled him to stay seated but instead of continuing to eat his food he couldn't help but feel the warmth on his leg and side as she moved to clean him, her warm soft body pressing against him again and again.

Aemond almost flinched when she used the drying towel to lightly dry his hair and a few of the stains on his khaki trousers and the light-coloured helmet to make it easier to wash, ,,Don't-you don't have to do it," he tried to stop her but she put his hand aside and took the bowl from his hand.

He almost felt stupid just sitting here, being served everything like his brother and having everything given to him but…now just as she put the cloth aside and gave him an almost motherly look, ,,Don't you? Oh Aemond how many times has it happened now mhh?" she asked him alluding not only to their nightly meetings but also to the nights and mornings when he had to deal with his parents, his feelings were hurt and a broken boy who could never lie in his mother's arms again longed for exactly that.

A prince who wanted to be king in the shadow of his brother and would never be of the same value again, a maimed prince who deep inside longed for something he would never get again.

,,I-I wanted to apologise he threatened me again but mother her disappointment burned like a fire" he admitted slowly lowering his head he looked at the soiled clothes and he felt the lump in his throat as he thought of his mother's look again.

She only seemed to look at him like that for the last few months and weeks since the day he had dyed his light hair black and taken care of his business but since then Alicent hadn't even hugged or touched her second son. It was as if he didn't exist and he longed for more physical contact night after night.

No one appreciated him in what he did, no one appreciated her, it was she who had taught him to play the guitar, had practised with him, had given him a hug after his first concert instead of the shouting of his parents and the jokes of a brother that Aemond Taryren preferred to socialise with the common people rather than the big crowd.

But she like a ghost was always with him even when the tears rolled down his cheek when his mother hurt him like no one else could, ,,I'm sure she would have understood, I get it you were looking for fun, recognition and love is normal no shame" her voice replied softly.

Not a hint of reproach to be heard in it as her hand laid on his cheek her fingers caressed his skin and he slowly closed his eye and snuggled up to her hand. Warm and soft as everything of hers she always welcomed him into her arms as he leaned his head against the crook of her neck.

She always smelled of sweet biscuits and warm clothes, a smell that represented a mother to him, a sense of security that he so wanted to have again, ,,I was never good enough," she heard the words that had probably plagued him all evening as his fingers wrapped around her, he squeezed her and she held him, stroking his back and he slowly, slowly pressed himself closer to her, trying to push his neediness straight towards her.

,,Shhh don't say that for me you've always been more than enough Aemond,’ she made him hear what he needed, what he wanted before he lifted his head to look at her his eye dark in the night seemed to slowly replace itself with lust and desire before he came closer to her just waiting for her consent which she gave him with a nod before he pressed his lips to hers.

His fingers that were on her tightened not tearing at her fabric yet he seemed afraid she would leave him, let go like his mother that she would never hold him his sigh sent a shiver down her spine as his centre slowly pressed against her thigh as she stood practically between his legs.

The cold leather of his black jacket fell away from his shoulders as she slipped it off, ,,I'm only here for you," she told him again, slightly breathless as she ran her fingers over his lip and kissed his scar, noticing the twitching of his skin with excitement and arousal.

His reaction warmed his cheeks and he closed his eye enjoying this special kind of love on something grotesque like him and she almost thought she heard a whimper from him, ,,You love me" he said but she knew it was more of a question than a statement her fingers trying to reach his shirt were held by him almost shaking with ignorance.

,,Of course I love you like a mother loves her child, a dragon loves fire or humans love money…in the end I will be everything you want me to be Aemond," she reminded him, still reminding him of the reality he was in with her, where they were and what it would mean if they were discovered.

Their eyes met she almost thought she saw tears in his eyes until she saw a slight smile of satisfaction his lips kissed her hands and he nuzzled her lips again seeking another kiss to get close to her and savour her love.

Her fingers opened his shirt slightly and stroked his unblemished skin massaging his taut muscles slightly and a relieved moan came over his lips, ,,That's it, just relax my love," she whispered, her lips lightly kissing his neck and sometimes her fingernails leaving red streaks that seemed to burn like fire for a moment.

She noticed his own efforts at arousal as he slowly rubbed against her thigh while his hands pushed her dress up just a bit, he would never expose her the way Aegon had tried several times.

She was his muse, the substitute for a mother's comfort or simply a past of his own that he wished he could have had longer, ,,May I? " he asked as his fingers travelled up her dress, gently making small circles or scratches as he felt her underwear under the fabric but his fingers were on the top of her dress.

However, she realised herself that with his touches and kisses, her body was also reacting to him, the slight arousing throbbing in her middle, the tingling in her body that made her nipples slowly harden and she could see very well that even in the low light that his eye had fixed on her breasts, her nipples were pressing lightly against the fabric, even the bra couldn't hide it, ,,Of course you can," she gave Aemond permission and pulled back from him, giving him what he wanted as his skilful fingers pulled the fabric of her dress down slightly to rest against her bra.

She smirked as she saw his brief puzzlement in his eye her bra was the same dark sapphire colour as his eye but it seemed to please the prince for a moment creating a smirk, ,,A pretty colour" he murmured.

His fingers ran with a light pressure over the lacy bra feeling her goose bumps the warm soft skin but most of all he enjoyed her sigh and encouragement as he lightly massaged her breasts, these full-on encounters had happened too often for him not to know what she liked.

The prince had been too busy with her and what would have been a shame a hundred years ago seemed to be just another bad joke in his whole weird family, ,,Always so hasty," she murmured as he pulled down the lacy fabric covering her nipples faster than usual and looked at her nipples and he immediately let go of her apologetically, she saw how it unsettled him as it reminded him of the question of whether he had done something wrong.

But just as quickly a moan came from his lips and a closing of his eyes as her hand went to his bump and stroked his hardness, ,,But a good boy no matter if you hurry go ahead Aemond I'm not going anywhere" she assured him and her other hand twisted one of the silver rings on his before she picked it up and kissed it sucking lightly and seeing with satisfaction that his cheeks had darkened another shade.

The tightening of his groin replaced his mind of uncertainty with lust as she slowly let go of him and gave herself to him again she let him do it felt him turn to her breasts again for a moment before she let out a throaty moan as his lips came to her nipple almost cautiously knowing what he was doing was shameful like his brother had done in the past but her hand on his head playing with the dark hair assuring him it was okay he closed his eye.

His body relaxed, his breathing steady and the slight sucking sound could be heard as he sucked on her nipple, his fingers massaging the other and her hand caressing him as he rubbed against her thigh every now and then a stifled moan and grunt could be heard.

She knew he would love to have something, something she could not give him until her body was in a certain state but such a thing the dutiful Aemond would never do, Aegon yes but the shame he would bring would be impossible.

Instead he made do with what he had his change was clear to see the uncertainty and hatred and disappointment was gone a broken prince relaxed in the arms of a mother figure he loved in a way even though they were not related.

It was a different kind of affection yet it was an affection a feeling that went with lust ,,So good my muse" she heard his murmur as he looked up at her as she saw lust and gratitude in the dark eye a look of a rich man fallen deep from his dragon fallen.

Her hand brushed from his head over his scar again and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead as she stroked him a little faster, ,,Anything for a good boy," she replied and pressed him against her again, letting him take the pace of his arousal as he rubbed himself against her again and again, following the high as he almost rocked back and forth as if she were holding him properly in her arms.

But he didn't let go of her, he continued to give himself to her, to this secure hold, to the arousal, and she heard his lustful sounds more and more steamed as he rubbed himself against her faster and she kept whispering to him how good he was.

How good and a good boy he was for her, she knew that Aemond needed this and even if the limit of the one-time had long since been crossed, they both knew that it couldn't last forever.

No matter it didn't matter because in the lust her words were lost in his foggy mind where he was trembling with lust holding on to her ,,I-I gonna-ah please" she heard his ragged words barely intelligible in the noise of the large room and yet she knew he was close to his climax the heavy rushed breathing, the needy look in his eye when he looked up at her through his lashes the lust soaked gaze nothing but neediness could be seen.

Her hand played with the lengths of his hair knowing he would wait for her for the words she made him do the neediness before she murmured ,,Come for mummy" to him the whimper and groan he heard as he buried his head in the crook of her neck with a jerk and held on to her and for a moment seemed to forget everything around him.

A sight of shame, lust and embarrassment would see them both like this but it was egall it was egall that he needed her in a perverse way that was not lustful, it was egall that she was above him and could command him if she wanted to because as soon as he broke away from her he was Aemond Targaryen the second prince and millionaire again and she was nothing more than the nameless servant.

She took her hands from him after a few minutes and felt him almost grumble as he lost her warmth, lost her security and devotion, ,,Don't…don't leave me," she heard his voice softly, barely more than a whisper as he reached for her wrist but she pulled it away and adjusted her bra and dress before taking his face in her hands.

The brightness of his eyes returning as the night slowly threatened to end and the royal house of Targaryen would return to ‘normality’ she gently stroked his scar, ,,I am here Aemond call me and I am here ask for me and I am here I will always be here if you need me my prince" she replied and gave him one last kiss on his bruised skin before pulling away from him.

She took the drying towel and the leather jacket with her she would wash the rest of his clothes during the day she heard the clacking of her shoes as he scurried from the kitchen counter ,,Good night" he said after her again it seemed almost ironic to say it now when they had spent the last few hours together and yet he heard her laugh heard her amused laugh which pleased his own comfort.

,,Good night my Prince Aemond I am proud of you…and your last concert’ she said back to him as she gave him one last smile and the younger wondered if she had been in the crowd that liked him at all his concerts so far.

With the sun slowly rising, maybe it really did seem like she was always by his side when he needed her and she was there to rescue him from the ruthlessness of his family into her own dragon fire.

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The Children of Xie Lian; Chapter 1

Shen Jiu meets someone unexpected.

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It was cold. That was all Jiu could focus on as he applied the makeshift burn salve he managed to whip together. He wasn’t sure how long he had been travelling but his muscles burned and the newly acquired burns didn’t help. Though that fire taught him one thing, something important. He isn’t the only one. If Haitang remembers there is a good chance others remember too. It seemed even now he couldn’t escape his mistakes. As he thought that a face seemed to flash before him, Binghe, his tormentor and his husband. A man whose name sent fear deep into his bones but also brought so much joy and safety. A man he deeply hurt. Guilt started to curl into his gut, he hoped Binghe didn’t remember. That Binghe might live a happier life without him and his curse. 

After applying the salve, Jiu continued on his journey, quickly arriving in a village. It was run down and the people were shifty, but it was the first village he had seen in days. As he hobbled through the street, trying not to apply too much strain to his left leg, he heard the barking of dogs. Curiosity getting the better of him, Jiu followed the sound he heard terrified crying. Despite the burns, he ran towards it, cursing whatever influenced him to be the kind of person that ran to help others. He quickly rounded the corner, landing wrong on his left foot sending stabbing pain up his leg. Gritting his teeth he pushed through it as he picked up a rock and chucked it at the dogs, “Hey!” The dogs turned away from the curled up boy they had been biting, blood and saliva dripping from their maws as they focused on Jiu. “Shit,” was all he could mutter out as the dogs started running at him. 

Panicking, he fell back into old habits, old pieces of scrap sharpening into knives around him before launching into the street dogs, killing the dogs before they could dig their teeth into him. As they fell dead, blood finding its way between his toes, Jiu could feel inquisitive eyes staring into him. He turned, emerald meeting silver, and they just stared for a moment. The boy in front of him was bleeding badly, yet he didn’t cry, the tears on his face clearly having been from his previous fear. His black hair was horribly knotted, he was completely filthy, and his clothes were several sizes too small. Everything about him screamed street rat but he didn’t hold himself like one, he held himself like a cultivator. A scared cultivator but a cultivator. The boy had already entered a practiced stance that would easily allow him to flee. Jiu could admit he could have been reading too deeply into it but if he wasn’t… 

The boy then grinned up at him, his once tense stance loosening as he awkwardly stood up, “That was so cool! Where did you learn to do that?!” Jiu could admit the sudden change caught him off guard, especially as he dumbly said, “I taught myself,” despite knowing damn well he should never reveal such secrets. The slip caused a strange glint to appear in the boy’s eyes as he said, “Man, you gotta teach me how to do that.” The boy then stepped towards him, completely ignoring the waterfall of blood that trailed down his legs. An action that made Jiu genuinely wonder if the boy just didn’t feel pain. As the boy continued grinning he said, “My name is Wei Ying.” That made Jiu freeze, he recognized that name. It was a name he had heard often in his first life. 

Wei Ying, more commonly known as Wei Wuxian the Yiliing Patriarch, the man capable of raising armies of the dead and was the major fighting force of the Sunshot Campaign. A man falsely charged of turning against the cultivation world because of the greed of people in better positions. A man who died alone and miserable as he was only proven innocent 13 years after his death. He remembered the trial well, while Jin Guangshan had died long before he could have faced any justice, the same couldn’t be said for Jin Guangyao who had the additional crime of killing Nie Mingyue. He also remembered the look on Lan Wangji’s face. While the man had always been notoriously hard to read, Jiu could proudly say he could and that man was heartbroken, furious, and vindicated. He loved the Yiling Patriarch and was his only defender all those years ago. Originally it was considered his only flaw, but it seemed he was just as flawless as the Lan Clan liked to say he was. 

But Wei Ying wouldn’t know that, even if he did remember his previous lives. If he was the same person who died after that war then he could be very emotionally volatile which wouldn’t be good for Jiu. Wei Ying then gave him a weird look, causing Jiu to realize he had been quiet for far too long, “Shen Jiu.” He needed to get away from him now. Just as he was about to make his escape however the screaming started. For some reason, Wei Ying looked to the sky and then panicked as he noticed the sun was starting to go down. He couldn’t look too deeply into it however as he again started running towards the screams. There must be something wrong with him, he wouldn't have done this before, so why is doing it now? Whatever is happening isn’t his business and he shouldn't be risking his own skin for strangers. 

It didn’t take long to find the reason for the screaming. In the center of the marketplace were three fierce corpses ripping through civilians like wet paper. As Jiu tried to come up with a plan, Wei Ying flew past him and towards one of the stands. Assuming he was using the chaos to grab food, something he should be doing right now, he initially ignored him. However, the boy instead made a move for a dizi, Jiu suddenly felt his blood go cold. As Wei Ying was forced to retreat from the stand by a stampeding corpse, Jiu couldn’t help but stare at him. Shen Jiu had only been in the Cang Qiong sect for three years when the war started, however he had been deemed strong enough to enter the front lines with his martial siblings. While he hadn’t worked with Wei Wuxian often, he would never forget the times he did. When that song filled the air and the dead rose to tear apart their enemies. Back then he had been jealous of the man, for his talent, for having the support and respect of his peers, and for having strength that was no longer possible for him at the time. Now he can see how stupid that jealousy was. Especially when he saw just how supported Wei Wuxian really was after the cultivation world no longer had use for him. 

A screeching roar filled the air and Jiu snapped his head towards the fierce corpses. With Wei Ying unable to reach an instrument he was unable to control them. As one of the corpses started running at Wei Ying he acted quickly, making his way to the jewelry stand and used his qi to sharpen them before sending them into the fierce corpses, locking their attention onto them, “Shit”. As they started barreling towards him he started to chant, “shit, shit, shit,” repeating it over and over and he started putting distance between the corpses and himself. As one of them started to get a little too close for comfort, Wei Ying chucked a rock at its head, sending it to the ground. Jiu and Ying continued to shred and bash away at the corpses as they continued to lash out, destroying the market stands and spewing resentment into the air. 

As the stands fell a fire started, whether it was from a broken lantern or a forgotten candle he wasn’t sure. But it started and started to spread fast. As smoke started to block out the moon, the fight was cast in a golden light that showed off the blank eyes and the gnawing teeth of the corpses. The rotting skin that threatened to fall off in clumps. The smell of decay mixed with the clear signs of putrefaction having set in. On some level he knew he should have been terrified. But instead he found a strange comfort. A comfort in the fire, a comfort in the smell of death, a comfort in the battle. He wasn’t sure what that said about him but something about this brought comfort and in that comfort his head cleared. 

It didn’t matter if Qiu Haitang remembered, it didn’t matter that Wei Ying remembered, it wouldn’t matter if everyone on Cang QIong remembered. He would live free of his past mistakes, free of fear, and no one would get in the way of that. Shen Jiu took a deep breath and started to do what he did best, strategize. Wei Ying needed to get a dizi, he needed to give him the opening to get one. Problem was he didn’t know how much time he needed to actually find one in the rubble. Shen Jiu quickly grabbed a broken beam from one of the stands, setting one end on fire before falling into a well practiced sword stance. Something that Wei Ying clocked immediately. 

Shen Jiu stood strong in his stance as the fierce corpses circled him and he ordered, “Get the dizi!”. A brief look of horror flashed on Wei Ying’s face before he nodded and started making his way to what used to be the instrument stand. Jiu carefully watched the corpses, waiting. The first one struck. Launching towards him with mindless fury. With practiced what Jiu would have liked to call grace but wasn’t, Jiu bashed in the first corpse’s skull. The other two quickly ran in, Jiu slashed the flaming beam through the air. Slamming into the second corpse and sending it flying into the third. As the first one recovered he lunged at Jiu. Jiu dodged, letting the corpse fly into the flames behind him. A terrible screech filled the air as the other two recovered. Clawing away at each other as they struggled to stand. 

They didn’t get the chance to however as a familiar song filled the air. They suddenly froze before tearing each other apart, the 1st corpse crawling its way out of the flames to join them. With the three corpses on fire and ripping away at their rotting bodies the two boys only had to wait. It wasn’t long before all that was left was the scorching black bones and resentment. This left them in a rather awkward situation. They slowly turned to each other. In almost a single voice, they both said, “You remember.” 

This was a conversation they couldn’t have in the open. Having moved deeper into the forest, along the bottom of the cursed mountain where no one would disturb them. In a very small voice, Wei Ying asked, “How much do you remember?” Determined not to give more information than necessary, Shen Jiu said, “Enough.” A deep tired sigh escaped Wei Ying, it suddenly seemed like he aged several decades as he fell to the ground. With his head on his knees, he curled up, trying to make himself smaller. It made Jiu uncomfortable just to watch, he wasn’t good with vulnerability and it was clear that Wei Ying was beyond that. After a moment, Wei Ying asked, “Why?” Jiu scrunched up his face in confusion as he gave a flat, “What?” Wei Ying looked up at him, his eyes just as dead as the corpses they just exorcised, “Why haven’t you killed me yet?” 

“Why would I do that?” It was the softest Jiu had ever spoken, in any life. “I hurt a lot of people,” Wei Ying said it like an unquestionable fact. “So have I,” it slipped out of him before Jiu could hold it. Something about Wei Ying was unbearably recognizable and it lowered some wall he had forgotten was there. Ying gave a tired laugh but didn’t say anything. Despite himself and despite any previous plans Jiu said, “I’m going somewhere I can’t hurt anyone. You’re free to follow.” Wei Ying’s head snapped up in surprise, he struggled to find words for a moment before asking, “Why?”

“Why not?”

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Liu Mingyu woke up in a cold sweat. Creeping images of a boy he didn’t recognize, his own death from a qi-deviation, a rescue from that same qi-deviation. A rival turned something else, something he wasn’t sure but made him ache with a sudden loneliness and grief. He knew one thing for sure; he needed to find the boy; Shen Jiu, now. Whispers of secrets made public, histories that haven’t become histories yet. Someone he swore to protect was being hurt and right now he is being too slow. But he didn’t know where to go, the name Qiu wasn’t a familiar one. That doesn’t mean it's hopeless though, he has one clue. A clue that is right in front of him. Mingyu slammed the door to his dorm room open, waking up some of his martial brothers in his hurry to get to Qiong Ding. 

The moon was high in the sky as he ran across the rainbow bridges and through peaks. He didn’t care if he woke up the entire sect, he needed to find Shen JIu and nothing was going to get in the way of that. As soon as he entered Qiong Ding he started going through the dorm rooms one by one. Slamming doors and breaking locks in his search for Yue Qi. As broke open the 11th door he found him, startled awake and reaching for his practice sword on instinct. Ignoring the confused shouting of the Qiong Ding disciples, Mingyu grabbed Yue Qi by his sleep robes as he demanded, “Where is he?” A look of utter confusion took hold of Yue Qi’s tired face causing Mingyu to start shaking him, “Where is he? Where is Shen Jiu?” 

The confusion melted away, replaced by a look of sympathy and grief as he said, “You remember.” It wasn’t a question. Yue Qi softly placed his hand on the one Mingyu was using to hold Yue Qi up, “Somewhere else. We need to talk somewhere else.” Mingyu impatiently waited as Yue Qi pulled on an outer robe, tormented by questions. If Yue Qi remembered, why was he here? Why wasn’t he out there protecting Shen Jiu? Saving him from that house? The more he thought about it the angrier he got. After getting somewhat dressed, Yue Qi led Mingyu away to one of Qiong Ding’s gardens, something usually used for diplomatic meetings. “What the hell are we doing here?” Mingyu snapped. Yue Qi didn't say anything at first. Preparing for the thing he would have to put in the air. The admission that he had once again failed. Mingyu, oblivious of Yue Qi’s torment, continued to yell at him, “Why are we going to get him? Why are we just standing around useless?! This is the same shit you pulled when that dem-” 

“He’s dead.” Was all that Yue Qi could get out and without hesitation Liu Mingyu said, “Bullshit.” Yue Qi snapped his head around to stare at Mingyu, tears starting to form in his eyes. “That man is too stubborn to die,” Mingyu continued. “Liu-shidi, I understand that you don’t want to-” Yue Qi tried to say only for Mingyu to cut him off, “No, you don’t understand. He doesn’t die. Remember last time we thought he died?” Yue Qi scrunched up his face, thinking back on the second life. Determined to get Yue Qi to take action, Mingyu continued, grabbing Yue Qi by his shoulders, “If he isn’t at that house then he is somewhere else and as his martial siblings it's our job to find him.” As it sunk in, Yue Qi’s face of confusion became one of determination.

[shini--chan]

If requests are still open: Alfred x WW2!Nurse darling. Both flirt and dance with each other and have a good time. Some time later Nurse!Darling finds her beau on a stretcher cold and heading to the morgue. She’s sad, but it’s war what can be done? The war ends and she begins thinking of settling down with a nice fellow who’s been sweet on her. But then he’s back. Talking to officers and such as if he never died. She’s rooted to the ground, and that’s when he spots her and smiles.

A/N: Nice idea, I’ll pick up where the ask ends. Historical based asks are always welcome. This is rather short, since I wanted to get it finished in time.

Yandere America - Eternal Recurrence

Trigger warnings: war, discussions and depictions of corpses

The alcohol was flowing smoothly, and the jazz music was lively. There probably hadn’t been any jazz music in any of the dance halls of Nürnberg, because the Nazi hadn’t condoned “black” music. Whereas before you had allowed the music to raise your spirits, now it sounded distant. In general, the world around you seemed so far away and dreamlike, and the only thing that was of substance was him. It seemed almost like the first time you had yet Alfred F. Jones when you had been back in England and the preparations for D-Day had been underway. 

The two of you had met in a bar, and he had flashed a Hollywood smile your way when he had finally caught his eye. You had ended up sitting on his lap later that evening, and he had plied you with chocolate and sweet words. In contrast with the soldiers from the Empire and her colonies and dominions, he had been well-fed and well-heeled, not affected by rationing and with far more to show off because of that. 

One thing had led to another and you had started seeing him more often. Between everything, he had somehow managed to get you reassigned to the US Armed Forces, and to him. That story didn't have a happy end though, despite his assurances and initial charm. 

He was here, he was supposed to be dead. He was wearing the same megawatt smile that had enticed when you had first met, while all logic pointed to him being a decomposing corpse far away. You would know, because you had declared him dead yourself. You also know that you hadn't made a mistake - a quarter of his head had been missing due to an artillery shell. You had filled out the dead certificate yourself, and had placed it with his dog tags in an envelope. 

As he made his way over to you, you remained rooted on your spot by the bar. The other guests occasionally jostled you, or blocked your field of vision, yet none of these interruptions made the ghost disappear. 

It was far too soon that he was by your side. Alfred looked better than you remembered. Tall and broad-shouldered, he filled out his uniform neatly. Blond hair was tousled, and his cheeks had a redness to them that his corpse certainly hadn't had. A look at his collar told you that the two silver bars of Captain had been replaced with the golden leaf of major. While you had heard of death granting redemption, you had never heard of it giving promotions. At least not of those that could be received and utilized by the intended. 

“Evening, sweetheart. It's been far too long hasn't it?”, he said. One hand settled on your waist in a familiar gesture and you flinched at his touch. 

You had to grip the side of the bar to steady yourself and your breathing went faster and shallower. “Is it really you Alfred?”, you choked out. 

At the moment, you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. While in the field hospital, you had closed his one remaining eye, and had covered the missing part of his head

The hand on your waist traveled a smidgen lower to rest on the wig of your hip. The other hand cupped the side of your face. “Know look at me sweetheart. I missed you so much.” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I missed you so much that I decided to come back from the dead for you.”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Your knees gave out from under you, but Alfred caught you before you could collapse. He pressed you to him. He smelled of cologne and ceder and more alive than he had any right to be. His words settled in your mind yet they didn’t fully compute. 

You looked over his shoulder only to see your new boyfriend staring at you in the arms of another man. John’s grip around the two glasses in his hands tightened and a vein jumped in his forehead. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all. Alfred was possessive and self-righteous and entitled. You had beared with it because the positives had kept you alive. He had been so dazzling that he had blinded you to his faults. His death had drowned you with grief so that you had forgiven him for all his missteps. 

However, now the hairs on the back of your neck were standing on end, and there were tears in your eyes and your mind was screaming for you to run, because John wouldn’t survive this. What was an ant in the face of a god? 

[spiritofrainbursts]

You should infodump abt your ocs....tell me as much as possible.... (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Aww why thank you 😊💕🌈

Unfortunately I don't really have any in depth information as I either haven't developed or updated any of my babies yet but I suppose I can go ahead and represent the concepts I made for the future crew so I can dump some fun facts and random ideas that have been running around in the back of my mind about them as of late.

Info Dump and Concepts can be found below the cut!

Silver the Hedgehog

Starting with everyone's favorite psychedelic cowboy from the future -

- Is a young adult in the concept art. - In my current primary headcanon for the franchise Silver is the biological grandson of Sonic and Shadow cause canon be damed and I swear their fanonical son is the living embodiment of Silver's Daddy. (Sorry Shadilver/Sonilver fans but in this house we roll with the concept of Sil having an existential crisis after nearly erasing himself from the timeline by unknowingly attempting to kill his grandfather.) - His Dad is a Hedgehog who goes by the name of Castor. (Will be delving more into him again at a later date so I can answer all the questions over at the @sonic-fankid-showdown I missed out on once I've whipped up his ref sheet.)

- Is a certified Bi Trans Man with a preference for Men 😎👌🏳️‍🌈 (Currently single cause I don't really ship him with anyone these days on account of the guy being a living paradox who more than likely is related to at least one of 3 other main hedgehogs of the franchise although not confirmed. Can totally get behind Espilver and Silvaze even though I headcanon Blaze as a hardcore Lesbian now and days.)

- Though unintentional this particular iteration of Silver can telepathically communicate with someone through his mind if he has a close enough bond with that person to subconsciously form a psychic link. This often results in the recipient randomly being suddenly bombarded by his innermost thoughts and dreams which in turn can cause some scare and confusion until they realize what’s going on. Said ability also allows for Silver to read said recipients mind if given permission to do so. (It should be noted that this ability is the genetic result of his father’s ability to enter one’s dream.)

- Highly considering giving him a pink aura over his canonical blue/turquoise one for the sake of aesthetics but we’ll see which I like better once I get around to updating his design. May even give him a few stars that light up when using his powers as well. 😉

- Would LOVE to craft him his very own companion such as a Chao or a Flicky! Currently stumped on what kind of companion to give him though. 😔

Rayne the Husky

Next up we have the gal behind the blog in Sonic form herself -

- As per the case with all my current sonas, Rayne's name originates from the word Rainbow because Rainbows are a natural phenomena I've loved since I was a kid for reasons I'll save for anyone who may be interested in hearing them at a later date. Despite her names origins however the name Rayne primarily serves as a representation of her water based abilities and reflection of her radiant personality. (Fun fact! This iteration of the name Rain means Counsel/Friend! Additionally her friends call her Ray for short. This is not to be confused with Ray the Flying Squirrel.) - Her Black Knight counterpart goes by the name of Bowyn as a nod to one of the main protagonists from one of favorite childhood films, Dragonheart. (I'm not joking when I say I've adored the name Bowen since the day I first watched the movie.)

- Why a Husky? Cause they're my favorite dog breed and my good old friend @faecaptainofdreams once pointed out how I strike her as a puppy on account of my eccentrically sweet and loving nature so you can pretty much thank her for that. (Psst! You should totally drop the Captain a follow and commission her if you can! I promise it will totally be worth your while. 😉)

- If it weren't already obvious Rayne posses the power of Hydrokinesis as a result of my Zodiac Sign, the Scorpio, being heavily associated with the element of water although I'm considering expanding her abilities to be more stormy in nature once I get around to finalizing her design. Regardless of what I decide, what I can say with certainty at the very least is that she has the miraculous ability to heal others though it only really works on physical injuries and even then it's not exactly full proof but it has been known to be quite the life savor none the less. (Because of this I can easily imagine Rayne becoming Blaze's rival if they were to ever meet. I have been looking into giving her an IDW counterpart for people to use in more canon material if they so wish so perhaps I'll explore the concept more for that universe if and when I decide to do so? Should probably catch up on the comics first though as it's been a hot minute since I've last read them.)

- Not only is she taller than Silver as a result of Dogs naturally being bigger than Hedgehogs but they're also older than him by a few months which realistically checks out as I was born 6 years before 06 came out. (It should be noted that regardless of the context the two will forever be close in age to serve as a reflection of how much I've grown up alongside the Sonic franchise and call back upon some fond childhood memories of mine that just happen to be closely tied with Silver's character.)

- Identifies as a Bi Demisexual with a preference for Woman/Enbies thus making her and Silver Bi Buddies 😎💖💜💙🤘 (Is also a single pringle at this time to reflect my current relationship status but I'm always open to giving her a partner in the future should I ever stumble upon the Shadow to my Sonic to ship my sona with theirs otherwise this canine ain't need nobody to be happy!)

- The initial name for her Super form is Harbinger, a title I was inspired to take on after a dream I had a couple years ago where I had to save the embodiment of death itself from being erased from existence, but this name may be retooled to use for a potential powered up form caused by the chaos energy her companion, Rook, emits due to their association with death. (Stay tuned as I will be covering them here shortly!)

- Although I have yet to learn how to play myself, jamming out to her favorite rock songs on the guitar is one of Rayne's favorite past times! (Speaking of rock songs I like to think that she has merch from Sonic and Shadow's days as rockstars! Considering they're his grandfathers Silver can't help but raise an eyebrow whenever she parades around the base in Sonadow attire.)

- Enjoys taking a good photoshoot of/with her loved ones so that she'll always have physical memento of her memories with them to hold onto even long after they're gone.

- Often refers to Silver as a Cowboy because he sounds just like one to them. (No really! I swear Pete Capella Silver sounds like a Cowboy especially in the Adventure Tours storyline from Mario & Sonic at the Vancouver Olympic games for the DS which just so happens to by my initial introduction to the character as opposed to 06 as I wouldn't be introduced to the game til 7th Grade.)

Rook the Reaping

And last but not least the spook birb with quite the dapper plumage -

- Thanks to my previously fore mentioned friend, I was inspired to create Rook after she suggested I take the symbolism behind the Robin for myself upon coming across a striking species hailing all the way from Australia simply known as the Scarlet Robin. That and I was pretty obsessed with Flickies at the time and figured it'd be fun if my sona had a Flicky companion considering how underrated they are. (Did you know? Robins share a lot of symbolism with the Scorpio as both entities are often associated with Death, Transformation, and New Beginnings.)

- Rook was chosen as a namesake as I felt the name's meaning, being one with the dark hair and raucous voice, suited what I had in mind for their personality pretty well. (Funnily enough Rook just so happens to be the name of a type of Corvid. It's also well known as a Chess piece lol)

- In Black Knight Rook is a Dragon of the Wyvern variety whom I've yet to come up with a proper name for although considering Bowyn's name is a nod to Bowen perhaps their Black Knight counterpart should serve as a nod to Draco? That would make the most sense.🤔

- Their species is referred to as the Reaping because they were initially a sub species of the Flicky with enough built in Chaos Energy to transform into living weapons thus giving them an association with death although I’m considering going ahead and making them their own thing both within and possibly outside of the Sonic universe.

- That’s right baby!! Rook can low key go Soul Eater mode and transform into a literal Bident which I chose due to the weapons association with the planet Pluto which just so happens to be one of Scorpios ruling planets next too Mars. (Pluto is the planet I align with more personally if it weren’t already obvious and YES I CONSIDER PLUTO TO BE A PLANET NOW BITE ME!! 😤)

- Coming back to my earlier point on making them their own thing but I’m looking at giving Rook’s species more Corvid like anatomy and an elongated tail not too unlike a lions but with feathers on the end of it to further differentiate them from the Flickies who are more tropical like with Parakeet/Parot traits in my mind.

- Rook doesn’t really have a defined gender so I typically use They/Them pronouns for Them. Because of this I’m looking at making the Reapings more androgynous in nature. Furthermore Rook may be getting a Winter Coat based off of the Female Scarlet Robin which would really supplement my previous idea.

- Sadly as a result of their uncanny abilities, Reapings are often poached and smuggled across the planet to be used as mere objects in war and criminal activity often leading to a life of abuse for these poor magnificent creatures that has caused a sharp decline in numbers of the species throughout the years. Unfortunately Rook was one of many who fell victim to such illegal trades and would be put through the worst hell imaginable up until the night they were miraculously rescued by Rayne who just happened to be in close enough proximity to hear their mangled cries thus causing a chain of events that would lead them to Silver and in turn ignite the beginning of a beautiful friendship between the three of them.

- This traumatic experience will understandably cause them to act pretty hostile towards the two Gaian’s at first, often leaving behind some nasty scars, but after enough time, care, and patience Rook will slowly warm up to the pair and grow close enough with Rayne in particularly to allow her to call upon their weapon form when needed however out of respect and just being more pacifistic leaning in nature she only ever calls upon them as a last resort.

- Has a hauntingly beautiful voice and can often be found singing alongside Rayne during one of her jam sessions, creating a harmony that really walks a fine line between radiant and eerie.

- Is pretty mischievous in nature and is known for giving folks quite the jump scare especially on Halloween, one holiday they LOVE to celebrate alongside Rayne. (Would like to get around to dressing them up as Vash and the Punisher from Trigun respectively.)

- Probably has a skull & bones collection sitting around somewhere that never fails to creep Ray out. Not to worry though! The pile usually consists of fragments from other animals of a relatively small stature as well as the occasional knick knack or two.

- Their particular species was used during the creation of Project Shadow in my primary headcannon.

Ok this turned out to be a whole lot longer than I originally anticipated so hopefully this will suffice otherwise feel free too shoot any additional questions my way and I'll be sure to answer them to the best of my ability after Valentine's Day! Btw I've yet to come up with a good team name for the three so if anyone has any suggestions for a good team name as well as the perfect species to use for an additional teammate please feel free to send them my way! Oh and should any of ya'll decide to draw the crew on your own time please be sure to let me know as I plan to update their designs at some point this year and would like to have a variation of any work I receive of their conceptual designs in near future featuring their finalized designs. Thank You.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Side note: I’m not back from my hiatus, I’m just giving you guys a treat to make the long waits a little bit better!

Chapter 7 - Something’s wrong with the puppy.

Summary: Eijirou comes into the coffee shop looking like the ghost of himself. Needless to say, you make sure he feels better as soon as possible.

Warnings: Swear words, reader has a few, tiny bit inappropriate thoughts here and there, sharing a bath (in underwear! Nothing cheeky!) a little bit angsty on Kirishima’s side, bless his broken little soul.

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“Who made you frown like that, puppy dog?”

Eijirou is here for his usual morning beverage but he looks absolutely… done. He also looks like he just finished a shift instead of starting one but you decide not to comment on that for now; his mental health is much more important than the fact that he has soot all over his face and probably scares the customers with his disheveled look. His bright red hair is muted into a weird, dark grayish-crimson color and there are cracks in the metal parts of his costume.

It has been two weeks since your first kiss but Eijirou haven’t kissed you since. His work was hectic, your date on that Friday got canceled and you’ve only seen each other here, in the coffee shop and even that was only for a few minutes instead the usual half an hour. You miss him so much. “Why are so dirty, hun’?”

“I don’t want to go back. Too much. Tired. Don’t wanna talk to anyone.”

Yet here he is, in a busy coffee shop, just so he can see you. Fucking hell, you love him so much.

“Come.” You point towards the staff room at the back. Thankfully, the boss is here to support you today and she’s nice enough to not comment on the fact that you are supposed to serve customers and not to give mental support to your broken boyfriend. You make eye contact with her and she only rolls her eyes.

“Go home.” She mouths silently and you don’t need to be asked twice.

“Actually, change of plans, follow me.”

Eijirou doesn’t say a word through the whole journey home. You call a taxi and tell the guy your address; you don’t want anyone to see him like that and you are quite sure he wouldn’t want that either if he would be in the right state of mind.

You open your door but Ei doesn’t move so you pull him in with you and make your way towards the bathroom with him. He still haven’t said a single word since you’ve left the coffee shop but that’s okay. You start the water in the bath and pour your favorite lavender scented bubble bath into it; the water becomes purple with silver glitters swirling around happily, the scent calming you right away and you can only hope it does the same for your mopey companion.

“I’ll take your… this thing off. Is that okay?” You point at the two metal accessories on his torso and he only nods at that. You hate seeing him like this. Eijirou should always smile. He’s beautiful when he’s happy.

It takes you a few seconds to understand how those things work but after a while you find two clips on the back; you catch the gauntlets when they are about to fall down and you almost pull a muscle; they are so heavy you can’t believe he’s working in these every day. You wouldn’t be able to lift them if you wouldn’t have gone through your uncle’s training when you were a teen.

“Let’s clean you up a little bit before you sit in, okay?” You take a cloth from the cupboard and wet it, slowly stroking the hero’s upper body to rid him of the black soot. He doesn’t say anything but his frown deepens, like he’s ashamed of being in this state, which honestly, it’s quite understandable. As the soot disappears you find quite a lot of scars, they aren’t bleeding anymore but they definitely sting but he doesn’t even flinch when you touch them with the wet towel. You decide to leave then untreated for now and do that after the bath when hopefully, Eijirou will have more mental energy to actually communicate. They are really small compared to the usual hero injuries but for a normal person, these would be enough to end up in a hospital for at least a day. This is one of the things that makes you mad about the hero world… how they are treated differently even though they are just humans, like everyone else. All these old scars on his body wouldn’t be there if they would have been treated properly, but they weren’t; because it’s just a “scratch”, too small for the medic team to care about in the chaos but injuries like that still leave a scar afterwards but apparently that doesn’t matter because heroes aren’t supposed to be pretty, they are nothing but a living-breathing weapon, even in this day and age. It got a little bit better since pro hero Deku and his gang took over the top charts but there’s still a long way to go before the heroes can get the right treatment.

Eijirou’s muscles bounce under your hands, the skin alternating between soft and rough, depending on the area; for instance, the area where his gauntlets is full of callouses, angry and red, probably from the constant friction. You drop the wet towel into the sink to trace them with your fingers, but Eijirou catches your wrist after a few tentative strokes.

“Hurts.” He mumbles. “Ugly.”

It breaks your heart how he can’t even make a full sentence properly right now. He’s a shadow of himself, a dark blob in the well-lit bathroom.

“It’s not.” Is all you say and decide to approach the situation in a different way; you move into Eijirou’s space and start leaving tiny kisses around the area, slowly moving closer to the calluses and leaving feather light pecks all over the reddish area. “It’s beautiful because it’s you.”

Eijirou doesn’t even try to hide the tears in his eyes. He starts to sob loudly, pulling you closer by your waist as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, body flush against yours. Your heart thrashes in your chest and you are quite sure he can feel the heavy bangs against his chest but instead of feeling ashamed you just feel… happy. Happy to be able to show him how much he means to you in ways he knows you can’t fake. “I really like you, Eijirou.”

“I love you. So much.” His hand grips your hair at your nape and you almost moan from the sudden pleasure. Your scalp was always really sensitive so you hated when people ruffled your hair in a friendly gesture but this… this is perfect. It’s more than perfect when it’s Eijirou who’s doing it.

“Let me take care of you, Ei.” He doesn’t say anything to that just lets you pull him towards the bath full of bubbles. “Can I get rid of your trousers? Underwear can stay.” He nods again and you get to work, trying not to think about about how suggestive this whole situation is. It’s not the right time for that. You already made the situation weird by enjoying the hair pulling a bit too much so it’s time for you take a deep breath and take your mind out of the gutter. He needs you.

Eijirou plops into the bath like a good boy after that but doesn’t do anything else; he just sits there with an empty gaze, staring at the shower gel bottle in the corner as though he’s having a silent conversation with it. And maybe he does. Who knows.

He doesn’t let your hand go, he holds it tight even as his body slowly relaxes; by the look of it, he won’t do anything for the next few minutes so you try to reach the shampoo bottle on the other end but Eijirou suddenly pulls your hand and you end up falling into the bath tub, your head thankfully landing on his chest and not somewhere dangerous. You look at your wet clothing and sigh, a tiny hint of a smile hiding in the corner of your mouth.

“Ei. If you wanted me to join you you should’ve just said so.” You giggle as you try to rid yourself from the disgustingly wet shirt and your trousers, probably hitting the poor guy with your elbows quite a few times but he doesn’t comment on it. You end up in your panties and your bra which is basically the same as wearing a swimsuit even though the padded bra feels really uncomfortable on your skin but there is no fucking way you’ll take that off right now for obvious reasons.

You really need to tell yourself AGAIN that this is NOT a romantic situation. Don’t think about what are you sitting on right now. Do not.

You wait a few seconds to give him time to answer but it doesn’t seem like he will so you finally take the shampoo in your hand and and give it to the redhead while you take the the shower head in your hand and start spraying his hair, straddling the guy’s hips while you do so. As the red gets brighter you can’t help but notice his roots; there is a tiny bit of black peeking out from his scalp, so tiny you wouldn’t even see it if you are not up close.

You are not surprised about it per se, you had a hunch his hair isn’t natural but it still baffles you a little bit.

“I can’t imagine you with black hair.” You mumble and the hero tenses under you. “Hey, it’s just hair. Don’t act like I just realized you are an alien.” You leave a tiny kiss on the top of his head to calm him down and thankfully, it works wonders; his body relaxes again, soft and pliant under your touch. “Mine is dyed too. I know, shocker.”

Eijirou looks up at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“And Uncle Riot?”

You can’t help but laugh loudly at that.

“Of course that’s your first question.” You mumble as you lather the shampoo into his hair. “His hair color is natural. He’s the only one in the family with that shade. Don’t ask, why, because we have no idea. My dad used to tease him about being adopted, they were terrible to each other. Typical brothers, really.”

“I don’t have any siblings.” Eijirou admits with a shy look on his pretty flushed face.

“Me neither. Thank god for that, I’m enough of a menace alone, we don’t need another one of me in the family.” You slowly wash the soap away, ready to put the conditioner on. He lets you do it in silence, he just closes his eyes and enjoys how your fingers scratch his scalp in the process. “You like this, Ei? Feeling better?” You scratch behind his ear like he’s a dog but by the look of it, Ei likes it so it doesn’t end up being as weird as you thought it would be.

“Uhum. I’m… I’m back. Kinda.” He admits sheepishly.

“Still okay with me being here with you? Do you want me to get out?” You ask, just in case; you don’t want him to be uncomfortable and you absolutely understand if he feels like it’s too much now.

“Can I wash your back?” Is the answer you get and your cheeks flush heavily from the words.

 You leave the conditioner on his head to do its thing and sit between his legs, ready to be washed. Now it’s really starting to sink in how… close you two are right now. It’s extremely intimate, way too intimate for two people who’s been dating for less than a month but somehow, it just feels… right. Perfect. Like it’s how it’s supposed to be.

Eijirou moves towards the shower gel, pumps the liquid into his hands and starts washing your back; his hands are so careful yet so deliberate, it almost feels like a massage and you can feel the goosebumps appearing on your skin from the pleasure. You sigh contentedly, feeling the urge to lay back on his chest and instead of pushing you back to your original position he lets you lean on him, his hands snaking around your waist to pull you close. His chin ends up on your shoulder then he takes a deep breath and finally, he starts talking.

“Katsuki and his fiancé are on a holiday. They went to see her family abroad so they’re not in town. Stupid fuckers realized the number two hero is away and started to do all kind of shit in our patrol area, hoping they can get away with it but needless to say, it’s all in vain but they don’t give up. It’s constant. They are easy jobs but… I’m tired. I haven’t slept for a week. Izuku and Shouto tries to help as much as they can but they have their own agency to run as well as helping ours and we are missing the two strongest heroes in our agency so… yeah.”

“You know it’s not your fault, right? You know you are strong enough, this is just way too much for a person fueled by coffee and energy drinks? You are just a human, Eijirou. Give yourself a break. I’m quite sure your friends can keep an eye on your agency for one day.” You interlace your fingers with his, squeezing the hand resting on your belly affectionately. “Stay with me today, Eijirou. Have a nap, then we can watch a movie in the afternoon and go to sleep early.”

“Is it a date?” Eijirou teases as he leaves a tiny kiss on the top of your head.

“It’s better than that. It’s our first day living together. It’s the practice round.”

“Stop teasing me.” Eijirou pouts and you can’t help but leave a tiny kiss in the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not. I promise.” You murmur as you turn back to him to continue cleaning him.

You could get used to this, it’s actually terrifying how normal it feels like to share a bath with this man you’ve only known for a few months. There’s no awkwardness the air and you don’t even feel shy for being almost naked, skin touching skin as you shimmy into him after the both of you are fresh and clean. It’s so easy to forget how young your relationship is as you cuddle in the hot bath tub, cheeks ruddy from the heat. He’s so beautiful with his wet hair framing his face, the locks soft and shiny from the conditioner.

You already see a future routine in front of you; sharing a coffee in the coffee shop in the morning then in the afternoon, cooking lunch, sharing a meal, enjoying each other’s company while lounging on the couch, cuddled close while a silly super hero movie with an unnecessary romantic plot plays in the background, having a bath together then sharing the bed and making love until it’s time to sleep. Maybe you two could train on your free days, spar until you both end up tangled on the mat, kissing the living shit out of the other. You could have dinners at your uncle’s house and just stare at your perfect fiancé fanboying over everything in the house like he’s not about to be a part of this family himself in a few months. Fuck, it would be perfect. So fucking perfect.

“Thank you, Y/N. For everything.” Eijirou mutters into your ear, pulling you close.

“There’s nothing to thank me for. You need to rest and I just want you all to myself for a day. It’s a win-win.”

“… Always teasing me…” he says and you leave it to him; maybe it’s the best if he thinks it’s all just a joke for now. Your true feelings might suffocate him. It’s too much too soon, but it’s the truth. You already have your whole life planned out with him as weird as it sounds.

You can’t wait for all your dreams to become reality one day; but today, you need to take a deep breath - so you just do exactly that.

You can wait forever for him if that’s what he needs. It doesn’t matter because he’s worth it.

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“What do I need to say for you to stay with me?” Eijirou mutters with a red face, staring out from your bedroom window, tucked in into your sheets like a little kid at bedtime. You are definitely going overboard with your actions right now, but you can’t help but worry about this silly little sensitive man in front of you.

He really reminds you of your uncle sometimes. You were way too young to understand his constant battle with mental health when he was still a hero but once you were eighteen your uncle started to open up about his old struggles and he had the same look on his face when he told you his stories as the one on Eijirou’s face right now and it breaks your heart. You don’t want to see him like this but it’s the part of the job as cruel as it sounds and you need to respect that; just because you were able to be selfish and leave all that behind, that doesn’t mean it was the right choice and you know that. Of course, it’s amazing to live carefree but the amount of people you couldn’t save because you’ve left the field haunts you to this day and sometimes it makes you wonder if all the pain is actually worth it for the lives you could save.

You thought that love is something unachievable when you are in this line of work and seeing Eijirou’s mopey little face clearly tells you that it’s not an easy task to be successful in love and at your job at the same time, and not everyone would have the patience to take care of you in time of need but… maybe, it’s all about surrounding yourself with the right people. You also have a feeling that you would’ve met Eijirou anyway, even if you’d never work in your uncle’s coffee shop because you two are connected by fate and no one can change your mind about that.

“This is my flat, silly, I’m not going anywhere.” You give the redhead a fond smile, but apparently, that’s not what the said redhead wanted to hear because he shakes his head vigorously, his face even more red than before. He takes your hand in his tentatively, stroking your knuckles with his thumb as he mumbles something inaudible. He pulls your hand closer and that’s when it clicks; he wants you to stay with him… in the bed. While he naps. Your heart almost jumps out of your chest from the sudden happiness that washes over you.

“You just need to say please. But before you do, I must warn you I might kiss you for real. I’m at my limits, puppy dog.”

You are quite sure you are as red as him by now but you try to keep your cheeky smile on, hoping it’s dark enough in the room for him to not see how flustered you are. It’s just not on brand, you know. You are the one teasing, not the other way around! Damn, the tables have turned.

“I… I can take that risk any day.” He mutters back; you make a silly noise in your throat, a high pitched little yelp you hope he can’t hear as you slowly let him pull you into the bed, cuddling you right away as you lay down next to him.

Okay, the tables DEFINITELY have turned. “Is this too much? I feel like your heart is yelling at me to go away.” He sighs with his face hidden in your chest. “So aggressive.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whisper into his ear while your arm snakes around his middle to initiate an actual cuddle. “It beats like that every time you come through the coffee shop door. It has been doing that for a while.”

“Am I scary?”

… This guy is an actual idiot. Do you really need to spell it out?

“Ei, look at me.” Slowly, Eijirou moves his head from your chest and he looks so terrified, you can’t stop yourself anymore; you stroke his chin while you look into his eyes fondly, moving closer and closer, giving him enough time to move away, but he… doesn’t. Finally, your lips collide in a warm, chaste kiss, one that’s barely there but it’s just enough to make a point. “Do I look scared of you, silly?”

Suddenly, Eijirou pushes himself up to his elbows and stares into your eyes. He’s still close, much closer than you’ve even been to him, his breath fans your lips and you feel goosebumps going down your spine from the thrill of it.

“If I say you do, will you do that again?” For the first time today, he almost looks like himself again; his eyes are full of wonder, he bites his bottom lip to stop it from wobbling, he’s so fucking precious you want to put him in your pocket and keep him there for the hard days and for the good ones, just have him with you every day because fuck, you really do love this fucking himbo.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

And he does.

But…

This is not what you were expecting.

Eijirou pecks your lips once, twice, then a third time, but then he moves to your cheeks and leaves tiny little kisses all over until he gets bored of the area and goes back to your lips, pecks them again, but even as you try to give him a proper kiss, he moves away and keeps peppering you with these small, almost friendly kisses and you are so fucking confused but also kinda excited for finally not being the one doing all the work.

You have no idea how to tell him you want… well.. more. You feel selfish for not appreciating this properly and you feel like this is not the time for you to speak up about if; maybe, this is what he needs now, just… love and affection but not in a suggestive way. You take a deep breath and try to do the same, just peppering kisses on his cheeks and lips, counting fucking sheep to calm yourself down before you devour the man on top of you. Small kisses. You can do this.

You gently change your positions to let Eijirou lay on the bed and rest. He makes a tiny yelp from the sudden change but he let’s you be in charge; you straddle his hips but you make sure you don’t touch in inappropriate places because while you would absolutely love to take this further, he’s clearly not in the mood for that yet. Maybe he’s the “no heavy making out” before marriage kinda guy. It would make a lot of sense to be fair, with the whole “proposal on the first date” thing he’d pulled.

You really need to sit down and talk, this is getting ridiculous. You haven’t even talked about being a couple properly. Obviously, you are not stupid, you know you are… well… something, maybe even more than just a couple at this point but it all happened so quickly it would be nice to know you two are on the same page about this.

You sweep this thought under the rug for a few more days; now you have a mission to finish, which is to make Eijirou happy enough to be able to take a proper nap. You leave tiny kisses on his cheeks, then one cheeky peck on his mouth, your thumb caressing his cheekbone soothingly as you keep kissing him, slow and careful until Eijirou looks like he’s ready to doze off; when the time is right, you lay down next to him, your fingers drawing circles into his naked chest until finally, his breathing evens out and he’s out like a light, a tiny smile ghosting his face as he sleeps peacefully, unconsciously cuddling into your side.

Needless to say, you can’t fall asleep. Your heart is thrashing in your chest, begging for attention, begging for that deep kiss you’ve been dreaming about for eternity.

“You’ll be the death of me, himbo.” You mumble silently as you close your eyes and pretend to sleep for the next couple of hours.

It’s fine. You have your whole life to take those steps forward. There is no need to rush this. Maybe, if you tell that to yourself a couple more times you’ll actually believe it.

… next chapter!

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Fanfic writer interview!

tagged by @ashenaura. Merci bien ! ;)

How many works do you have on AO3?

145.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

I'll Follow

Where The Heart Is

Your World

Everything and More

Brittlest

(... yup, it's all SAU and those numbers will never not shock me)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course. It might take me forever (my inbox is staring at me dead in the eyes), but I will respond. It means the world to me and if anyone makes the effort, they deserve a response. Easy.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I need happy endings with my angst so... yeah. I think... Yesterday I died (tomorrow's bleeding) is quite sad.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I guess the SAU has the happiest ending. Everything And More's last chapter is literally sunshine and calmness which, yk, is needed after the whole thing.

Do you write crossovers?

I've just gotten into it! I didn't see the hype before but um that was because I never tried to mash together the right verses I think. The Arkham Horror x Black Clover crossover is very dear to me.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

*touching wood* Nope.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written steamy but never full smut. Well, I've written bits. But they're unpublished and I don't think I ever will publish them soooo yeah.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone translated Her Most Precious Memories in Russian (Её самые драгоценные воспоминания).

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Just like crossovers, I'm just getting into it. And just like crossovers, I'm absolutely loving it.

@kalolasfantasyworld knows. We've written that Olympics Swimming one, Silver Scorching Interdimensional Slash: the Magical Medley Relay of Doom, and we're writing the most wonderful Formula for a Crush.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All time favorite... royai probably.

it's just the angst... it's just the sillies... it's just the war criminals... there's a dog... they're both so stupid... i love them...

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

fhjfhds all of them. If I start a wip it's that I want to see it finished (because I want to read it). Sadly, I often don't have the motivation to. The wip list is ever growing.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and internal monologues, I think.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Besides everything syntax and grammar-related because what even is English, I'd say description, especially of action scenes. It takes me forever to even dare put down a few words and I always feel like I'm describing like a 7yo would (no shade to 7yo but surely with 20 more years on this planet I should be able to do better).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I did it in Formula for a Crush for Vanessa and Helena because Helena typically does it so it felt normal to As long as it's one word or one expression I don't really mind. (my Italian is non-existent and my Spanish is uhhh not good so, there's that.).

In my own work, I prefer to keep it in English and italicize. Less risk to completely fumble a whole language.

(I just realized that Zora doesn't even utter one word in French in FFAC and I'm French [I dare think I can speak and write the language relatively well]. so it's less down to messing up a language than personal preferences in writing ig..? I never really thought about it.)

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Nothing comes to mind. Rarepair Week was a great occasion to tick some of these boxes too.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I've had this question ten thousand times and I think I reply differently every time dhjfdjskj. It's a tough one.

Right now I'm having a lot of fun with Formula for a Crush (nah, you can't tell with how much I'm talking about it).

what even is football anyway will always be very dear to me and I'll probably say it's this one.

Blue Hours (and its sequel, I might even like the sequel more simply for the rant about the dishes) is special because I loved the concept and I experienced a bit with the narration.

Thicker Than Blood because it's a longer one and it was a really non-pressure kind of fic (I expected no one to read it so I really had fun)

Yesterday I died (tomorrow's bleeding) and posing questions to a silent universe (my very thoughts a curse) for some nice Mia angst.

Lost in a storm, It’s a big office, chief, for some nice Phoenix angst.

Tell Me About Cruelty means a lot to me.

(you might realize: I cannot choose. I'm looking at the 145 fics and I'm like. they're all special to me in some way. even those I wish I could erase from the face of the earth I'm like. I like that line, that scene, that hug. it's terrible and it's wonderful.)

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tagging (no pressure, do it if you want) @kalolasfantasyworld (because ofc I'm tagging you), @wildflowerwoodsworld

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Teenage Dream

Summary: Jack prepares for his first date (with a girl)

Note: she/her pronouns

“Are you sure?” Jack brushed down the black shirt and army style jacket Dean gave him.

The sleeves went a couple inches past his hand, so he had to roll them up to fit properly. The shirt, on the other hand, fit well. 

“Trust me, chicks dig the bad boy look,” Dean said. “A little dirt, a little grime. Works every time.”

Jack had never been on a date before, but he imagined dressing nicer than this. Wearing his FBI suit, maybe. It was the nicest one he owned and the sleeves fit perfectly.

He turned to Sam. “Is that true?”

“Sometimes,” Sam said, without looking up from his computer.

But Jack had seen a good amount of romance films and couldn’t imagine Sam as the bad boy in any of them. In his mind, he was always the nice guy. The hero.

“Did you think you’d go in your FBI suit?” Dean laughed. “This is a date, kid, not a case.”

“I like that suit. Cass says blue is my color.”

Cass nodded. “It’s true. And that”—he pointed at Jack—“is horrible.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted. “That’s style. Army green, simple tees. That’s in right now. It’s all over the mags.”

“Mags?” Sam said.

“Magazines. God, you guys are old.”

Jack watched the scene unfold. Dean was doing that thing where he pretended to be young again while Sam groaned and Cass filed his nails against the wooden table. Usually, he’d let it go on, but there were just thirty minutes until his date with you and he still didn’t have an outfit.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jack shouted. His skin was hot like when he used his powers.

“Woah. Relax. It’s just a date,” Dean said.

“He’s never been on a date before, Dean,” Sam countered.

“So? Neither has Cass and he’s doing fine.”

“Dating, love, relationships. Those are human things,” Cass said. “Trivial.”

“Trivial?” Dean craned his neck toward him and the pair erupted into yet another argument as Sam approached Jack.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he said. “Just be yourself. Girls can tell when you’re faking.”

“They can?” Jack felt more nervous than before. It was all too human. And he was only half of that. He wasn’t used to having sweaty palms or a butterfly-filled stomach. He thought he was sick the first time he felt their flutter before Sam explained that it was normal.

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes,” Sam coughed. “But you’ll be fine.” He gave him those puppy dog eyes he gave families when working a case: his attempt to take half of their pain. It worked sometimes. Jack was grateful it worked now.

“Okay,” he said, leaving to change. 

He hurried to his room and put on a white button up paired with a brown suit. That blue tie he loved. He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror, did an awkward smile, then made his way back to the command center.

The chaos had died down by the time he arrived, and all three of the boys sat around the table listening to Sam. Jack overlooked the scene from the head of the table. This was one of the few times the bunker was quiet: when one of them was talking and the others listened. And that was rare. Most days, they talked over each other.

“Woah. Look at you.” Sam was first to notice him. His dimples pinched his cheeks as he smiled.

“Much better,” Cass rasped.

Dean scrunched his face and made his way over to him. Jack wiped sweaty palms down his blazer. Dean was never all that nice to him, but a couple months in the bunker and they had become somewhat of a family.

“You’ve got to learn how to properly tie a tie,” Dean said, and he adjusted it for him. “There. Not as good as before but… decent.” He nodded, then fished in his pocket and produced silver keys. “Here.”

“You’re letting me drive the impala?” Jack said.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Sam clapped. “Alright, go get ‘em, tiger.”

A rush of energy overcame Jack, though he couldn’t tell why. It might’ve been confidence or nerves or something entirely different—he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. He had grown accustomed to fear and adrenaline. Love, even. But never romantic, and never like this.

This would be the first time he went on a real date, and one where no one tried to kill him. He felt prepared; he knew what to do. Once he got to the restaurant, he would pull your chair out for you, you’d talk, and then you’d fall in love with him.

There was only one thing he was unsure about.

“What should I say when I get there?” he asked. 

“I read in a Teen Vogue magazine it’s custom to talk about your interests,” Cass said.

“Zombies?”

“No—no zombies!” Dean said. “For the love of god, no zombies.”

“Just follow her lead, okay?” Sam said.

Jack nodded, making a mental note of all the advice he’d be given. But if he wasn’t allowed to talk about zombies, what would he talk about? 

“Uh, kid.” Dean laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not moving.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” Cass said. “You’ve been standing in Dean’s beer puddle for thirty seconds now.” 

“Oh.” He felt the liquid squish below his feet.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Sam placed a hand on his back and led him to the door.

“You’ll call me if you need help?”

Leaving during a case felt wrong—like when he finished a box of cereal and it didn’t have a toy in it or when he waved at someone and they didn’t wave back—but Sam insisted he go.

“Yeah,” Sam said, opening the door for him. 

Jack lifted a slow hand and waved goodbye. 

Sam smiled and waved back; gave him that look that took half his nerves, half his pain. Then the door shut and it was time for his date.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | bang chan

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chasing that feeling by tomorrow x together

if it wasn’t for the giddiness you felt bubbling inside you, you wouldn’t have believed in the turn of events the last few days brought.

it was the last day before christmas holiday in the school where you taught english. the day was slowly moving towards a cool yet pleasant evening, with kids scurrying around to bid goodbye to teachers and friends before heading home, and faculty members stopping by a bit longer to chat before the long awaited break.

snow had started to coat the streets of seoul a couple of hours prior to your exit from the premise of the building. a smile crept over your face, as you enjoyed the feeling of the cold flakes gently landing on your skin, making your way to the metro station to head home.

after that, it was a flurry of events: chan had visited your apartment (thanks to the spare key you gave him) and left a small envelope on the console table near the door; it contained train tickets for a small skiing location in the gangwon-do prefecture, along with a tiny note handwritten by him.

“hey pookie! the guys and i have rented a cabin in this small village for the holidays, come join us! and no, we don’t accept a negative answer ♡ i’ll pick you up at the station”

you had just enough time to change into more comfortable clothes, pack a suitcase with warm clothes and your skiing gear, grab the presents for the boys and off you were towards the train station! 

you and chan had a bit of something going on, it was clear to everyone. the fine line between friendship and romance had started to get more and more blurred, with both of you making clear moves and statements that made it obvious you were in love with one another — despite not having confessed yet.

it was easy, considering you were both big on physical affection; hugs, naps together, holding hands whenever, soft kisses placed over cheeks or foreheads, tons and tons of cuddling… the kids were almost exhausted of hearing you say that you were just friends. friends didn’t behave like that and didn’t look at each other like that.

they were just hoping that the amounts of mistletoe hanging around the cabin and the festive atmosphere would give you the final push.

the 25th was a very sunny day, the majority of which was spent outside in the snow — whether skiing, snowboarding or simply chilling together.

then, after dinner, you all gathered on the carpet to exchange gifts, a warm glow coming from the lit fireplace. unsurprisingly, you and chan were sitting one next to the other, his arm lazily draped around your waist, while your hand would occasionally come to rest over his thigh.

while the other kids were busy opening the matching sweaters you’d gotten them (and throwing a tantrum over who wore it better), you took the chance to give chan his very own christmas present.

it was a small box, and just from the outside he realised it must have come from a very expensive jewellery brand. he sent you a glare, to which you replied by sticking out your tongue.

the black ribbon came off together with the lid, revealing the equally dark inside of the package. resting on a velvety cushion was a silver dog tag, engraved on both sides. the first thing chris noticed was how it perfectly matched the style of his chain bracelet. then, the quote on the front caught his attention: together forever, never apart; maybe in distance, but never at heart. the back also had something etched on it — the korean names of his friends.

his eyes shot up to meet yours, and you swore they were almost glossy.

“i don’t even know what to say… it’s just perfect.”

then he lifted you up from the floor and put you on his lap, hugging you tightly. you returned the hug immediately, your arms going around his neck.

“you don’t have to say anything. just know that the sentence speaks the truth and you are so, so loved.”

his grip tightened even more around your mid and you smiled in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. he found himself willing to chase the feeling of your lips, although he knew it was not the moment.

“put it on for me, please?”

later that night (or was it the wee hours of the morning?), well past the time everyone had gone to bed, chan found himself in the kitchen, trying to make a hot chocolate. he regretted not wearing a shirt over the short, grey sweats he used to sleep the second some hot milk droplets landed on his chest.

“you should be more careful when cooking, mister bang.”

he jolted in surprise, and you couldn’t hide the giggles that left your mouth.

he was about to retort, but when he turned around and saw you wearing his very oversized hoodie over your definitely-not-wintery pyjamas, the words died in his throat.

“do you want some hot chocolate?”

the way your eyes lit up pulled a chuckle out of him, and he went to grab a second cup from the shelf. while he had his back turned to you, you went and hugged him from behind, your arms snaking around his waist and resting on his abs.

“thank you for inviting me here. i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun over the holidays.”

one of his hands came over your own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“hey, don’t mention it! that’s what… friends are for, right?”

you felt a slight tinge of weariness in his voice, and you couldn’t help the small pang of disappointment in your chest.

“right, friends…”

a relatively comfortable silence fell over the small kitchen of the cabin. while chris finished preparing the beverage, you stayed glued to his back. you could feel his warm skin, the way his muscles moved with every action, the faint sound of a song he was humming.

chocolate now safely poured inside the mugs, the boy turned around.

“wait here a second for me, yeah?”

without even waiting for an answer, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter; then he disappeared in the living room, where faint lights from the christmas tree created shadows over the walls.

he came back a few moments later, a small box in his hand. it was very similar to the one you presented him a few hours earlier.

“i know i should’ve given this to you before, but i didn’t want the guys to make fun of me.”

he laughed while coming closer, and you instinctively parted your legs to allow him to stand right in front of you. the dog tag caught on the dim kitchen light. you smiled.

he started humming a tune again, probably to ease the nerves. you recognized it as chasing that feeling by txt.

you couldn’t contain the giddiness bubbling inside you while carefully unpacking the present. the white box contained a bracelet, whose very thin chain matched that of the necklace you’d gifted him, and the small charm dangling from it was of two hands making a pinky promise.

wordlessly, yet with a warm smile across your features, you moved your arm in front of chris, the bracelet in your other hand. while he was hard at work at unclasping it and wrapping it around your wrist, you caught a glimpse of the two words etched on the back.

“… is it a confession?”

“only if you want it to be.”

the smiles on both of your faces were already enough of an answer, yet the moment needed something more.

one of his hands cupped your cheek, while one of yours gently took a hold of the dog tag.

chris stopped one millimetre away from your lips, still giving you the chance to turn down both his confession and the kiss.

“na sungmyeonga, come and kiss me, i just keep on chasing that feeling.”

with a slight tug on the necklace his soft lips landed on yours.

it was a sweet kiss, all smiles and giggles. your hands came over his wrists while both of his were now holding your face.

and boy, did you both chase each other’s feelings with your mutual pining!

the next morning, no one was surprised to find the both of you sleeping on the couch, necklace and bracelet on full display. apparently, the smiles on your faces were enough for everyone to know that you finally belonged to one another.

© giuliadesu. please do not copy, translate, use in videos or reupload on other platforms and sites. it is strictly forbidden to feed any part of my content to ai.

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I DON'T CARE IF (HEAVEN WON'T TAKE ME BACK) — CHAPTER 8 (AO3)

got an intense lil chapter incoming here! we finally get out of the sub! not that i didn't love the chapters of them in the sub but... i got plans, people! i got my fave chapter to post (which is coming up on tuesday hehe, one of you lucky readers have already looked at it so u know whats coming lol)

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full chapter here!

Anger rushed through me, a nauseating anger that knotted in my gut as the memory of Leon’s tense order boiled my blood. I kicked the door hard. The crash of metal was loud as the pain that bloomed in my toes caused me to wince, instantly regretting these stupid hiking boots. I then decided to start thumping on the door, which didn't do much better—now my hands were hurting as well.

“You asshole, Leon!” I shouted, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. The way he had shoved me in here with no regard or warning pissed me off, but it also had me enthralled. I’d forgotten how strong he was, how easily he could manhandle me and drag me around like a ragdoll. My upper arms still burned from the memory of his touch, as if his palms had seared themselves into my skin like a brand.

“What’s going on out there?”

Shenmei’s presence made me jump. I turned to face her, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. Her eyes were wide, her whole body trembling. She had wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt at modesty—she wasn't wearing a shirt, just a black sports bra and her dark jeans. The line of her abs shimmered in the bright light, which also caught the glint of silver from the dog tags around her neck—the faint engraving read ‘Jun Shī’.

“Hey.” I breathed, levelling myself out. Running a hand through my hair, I felt the pressure drop in my veins—the initial shock of her presence quickly wearing off. “Yeah, there’s—there’s something wrong with the sub. Not sure yet, but they’re finding out what. We’re being forced to stay put here.”

“Yeah, I gathered that by the way you were suddenly pushed in here.” Shenmei chuckled awkwardly, reaching to put her shirt back on. It was a turtleneck sweater, the light absorbed easily by the black cashmere. “Does he always do that?”

“Leon?”

I paused, the memory of that night blindsiding me again. Familiar tingles that spread across my body like a gentle wave, each tingle culminating southward. Sinking my teeth gently into my bottom lip, I cleared my throat, doing my best not to combust from arousal right then and there.

The sensation of being suddenly lifted and carried down my hallway, manhandled all the way to my bed and across my bed like a ragdoll rocked its way through me.

“He’s always been the one in control.”

For a brief second I failed to catch how those words might have sounded. There was a very prominent crack in my voice and a radioactive flush on my cheeks that definitely gave something away. I shook my head, trying to act as casual as I could as I leaned against the door.

“He works better on his own—he didn't really know how to act when I came along.”

“Mm. I know a few people like that in my agency. Alphas who refuse to cooperate.” Shenmei snorted, rolling her eyes as she relaxed casually against the sink. “It's so annoying.”

“Agreed.”

“So—you and Leon.”

I shifted, knowing exactly where this line of questioning was going. Shenmei folded her arms across her chest, a knowing smirk growing on her lips. Beneath the bright lights of the bathroom, her dark eyes glimmered mischievously. “What's the story behind that? The two of you seem very…”

“Hostile?” I supplied, not wanting to give it away—but my voice was getting unnaturally squeaky, and my smile felt like it was cutting through my cheeks with how wide I forced it to be. “Volatile? Like we can't stand each other?”

“There’s something there.” She deadpanned. “History. You made that joke a few days back—you know, alluding to the two of you doing something. Did that actually happen?”

I stammered, hesitating for a second before swallowing thickly. I didn't want to tell her—I didn't want to admit it, or relive it. Even though I constantly did relive it all the time without planning to. I also didn't want to make Shenmei feel awkward—even though I wondered if Leon had asked her out to piss me off, it was clear that Shenmei felt a little bit of attraction toward my former partner.

And I didn't blame her.

After all, I had that same attraction. No matter how hard I tried not to.

Sighing, I stepped away from the door I was leaning against and slid next to Shenmei. Leaning back against the sink, the metal top dug into my back as the bright bathroom lights shimmered against my skin. It felt warm—but perhaps it was because this bathroom was tiny and full of tension with the pressure to talk. I traced the rose inked onto my arm delicately, feeling a nervous pull on my heartstrings.

“We slept together, around a year ago.” I muttered quietly, feeling the lump forcing itself into my throat. “It was just after we saved the President’s daughter. That whole mission was—it was hell. And made even worse by the fact that Leon and I kept feeling this tension between us. That one thought that was always just.. there. I hadn't planned to sleep with him—I didn't think he even wanted to. But we did.”

“Was it good?” Shenmei asked. There was a tiny hint of amusement in her voice. I caught the hint of a tiny smirk out of the corner of my eye.

“Yeah.” I admitted with a bitter laugh. This moment felt like the day I told Hunnigan about this—I had that simmering feeling in my gut that I always got when I thought about that night. “I don't think I’ve ever felt like that during—I mean, I know the motions. I know how it goes. I know how it feels.”

I cleared my throat again, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. That familiar radioactive blush kept pushing across my cheeks, spreading along my skin like paint bleeding through paper.

“But with him, it just—I don't know how to describe it. It’s like he knew just what I needed before I even knew it. He took control. And I let him. And it felt good to let that go.”

Shenmei paused, her mouth opening and closing as she seemed to be thinking of the best way to word it. As if she could sense the bad ending before I had even gotten there. “So—”

“I woke up the next morning and he was gone.”

Shenmei’s mouth snapped closed. Her eyes widened slightly, before she shifted position and nodded for me to continue. I heaved a sigh. “And, like, that sucked on its own but I understood it. He was probably working through issues—he ran into an old flame whilst we were out there. I didn't mind giving him time to work through that, or pretending like it never happened.”

And that was true. I would have let him work through those issues. I would have been fine with it—though it still would have fucking hurt. Because at the end of the day, he had been my partner first. I thought we had turned a corner.

The lump in my throat grew thicker, slowly cutting off my airways. “But then, I went into work and I was told he was dropping me as a partner.” I croaked. “I was told that he no longer wanted to work with me. And I think that was when it truly set in that I’d fucked up badly.”

I paused, not knowing what else to say or do other than to heave another long sigh. Tears burned behind my eyes as I hung my head low. I needed a drink. Needed to get rid of this stupid tingling feeling that tickled across my skin whenever I thought of his touch. Needed to forget the way his voice made me feel—the thrill that rocked me whenever he ordered me around, the way I loved when he took charge.

He still cared. I knew it, deep down. And I cared too.

“You still have feelings for him.”

“I have feelings.” I said. “I just don't know what they are when it comes to him. He knows how to piss me off, how to mess with my head—and I guess I keep letting him.”

“Because you love him.”

“Because I love him. But I’m not sure if he loves me.”

There was a loud bang at the door that shook the hinges. Shenmei and I jumped at the sound. My heart leapt in my chest, and I placed a hand over, easing out a slow breath as I narrowed my eyes and waiting for that voice. His voice. For confirmation that he was still alive and that Shenmei and I weren't about to—“It’s us.” I heard Jason’s deep grumble. “Open up.”

I glanced quickly at Shenmei. She nodded at me, and I moved to unlock the door. As soon as I had, Jason pulled open the door with the same force Leon had thrown it open earlier. Shenmei and I quickly scuttled from the bathroom like we had been caught doing something we shouldn't have been doing, leaning against the wall as we waited for the news of what was going on.

[tewwor]

𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .

haibara dies and he's had enough. the life of a jujutsu sorcerer is left at the medical examination room. at the foot of that awful steel table.

society welcomes yet another cog into the capitalistic dictated machine. he works his nine to five, five to nine, nine to nine. it's nonstop. a vacation to malaysia, he often thought to himself on the cusp of sleep, i'll take time off at some point.

all kento thinks of is money.. more and more money. it becomes all consuming. robs him of desires outside of monetary value. shackles him to the same wooden desk and grey cubicle walls day in, day out. he chases a promotion that feels just short of death. he is working himself to death. longer hours, less time dedicated to health, even fewer for himself.

he still sees curses. still occasionally sees a glimpse of all too familiar school uniforms. both alike are integrated in society, forever stamped into his life no matter how far he tries to run.

soon enough, his stride breaks.

haibara died and he still sees him silhouetted with each jujutsu student. grinning. bloody. here. gone. it's sickening and he's at his breaking point. he's lived both lives. seen both sides of this awful, shitty world. both of which he hated. both of which costed him greatly.

so he chooses the one he deems himself better at.

TIMELINE .

— nanami did snap on the clock and left a bloodbath with little to no remorse. was fully aware that he was killing regular people, but didn't use any cursed techniques ( the one silver lining ? ). it was just brute force with his fists and whatever office supplies were around. somehow, it felt more real and entirely too human.

— he meets higu during the culling games. they do fight, but he's not put through deadly sentencing. something's different about him and they end up circling each other like half starved dogs. they take a few more bites out of each other and come to an impasse. start to talk and find that they have a lot more in common than expected. how they view society as a whole, what served as the last straw before snapping, what they aim to do now. all in all, they revolve around what higu stated. "have you ever killed someone who ticks you off? it feels better than I expected."

— since he’s absolutely enraged about wtf kenjaku’s done to geto’s body — there’s the option for him to side with the sorcerers mid-culling game. something was worked out where nanami’s not actively being hunted ( don’t think the higher ups would take kindly to his slaughtering of civilians ) just for the sake of helping with all the craziness going on — though he’s mainly focused on kenjaku. after that, though? who knows :-)

MISC . INFO .

— he doesn't align himself with kenjaku, sukuna, or the sorcerers. instead, he aligns with himself and stays true to his decisions.

— he did not know about geto's body being possessed by kenjaku until shibuya. only reason why he was there at that specific time was for another mission lead. once he learns about geto's body, he is gunning for kenjaku. this infuriates him to the core.

— he still fought mahito and jogo with the addition of naobito. he still lost his arm and his eye. he still barely survived.

— *** in this verse he can't bring himself to interact with his once peers. gojo, shoko, utahime, mei mei, etc. that being said, i want him to!! we'll just have to plot it out a little!

— he prefers to wear red and black instead of blue and cream. his tie is zebra print ( scary ). his blade is not wrapped.

— nanami never met or taught any of the new first year students.

[theink-stainedfolk]

New WIP!!!

Burnout

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**◇ SYNOPSIS ◇**

Undercover agent Arias Saunier infiltrates the glittering underworld of Mariner’s Crest Raceway, where the elite gamble fortunes on rigged races and the cars run faster than morality. His mission: dismantle the Atkinson family’s empire from the inside. His cover: a nameless rookie mechanic/racer called Rien.

But the track has its own king—Taavi "V1" Hammett, the reckless prodigy who drives like he’s already dead. Charismatic, volatile, and hiding a body full of track marks from experimental drugs, Taavi is everything Arias should avoid. Yet when their paths cross in a haze of gasoline and violence, an unspoken game begins. Taavi, who trusts no one, wants to unravel him. Arias, who can’t afford attachments, can’t look away.

As the line between enemy and ally blurs, they forge a fragile bond built on shared danger and sleepless nights, each hiding truths that could destroy the other. But in a world where every lap could be your last, the real question isn’t who’s lying—it’s who’ll survive the fallout when the masks come off.

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ARIAS "RIEN" SAUNIER

Age: 28

Birthday: March 15

Zodiac Sign: Pisces (but acts like a Scorpio)

Ethnicity: French-Algerian

Height: 5'10" (178 cm)

Build: Lean but wiry-strong—like a blade honed for precision

Eyes: Gunmetal gray (cold, but flash silver in rage)

Hair: Dark brown, messy, perpetually looks windblown

Skin Tone: Olive, sun-kissed from undercover work

Dominant Hand: Left

Style: "Ratty chic"* – Faded band tees, mechanic’s jacket, fingerless gloves. Everything looks thrifted but fits like a second skin.

Personality & Traits

✔ Calculating – Plans 5 moves ahead, even in chaos.

✔ Observant – Notices the scar on your wrist from 10 paces.

✔ Dry Wit – Sarcasm is his love language.

✔ Loyal to a Fault – Will burn the world for the 3 people he trusts.

✔ Ghost – Leaves no trace, not even a coffee cup.

✔ Secret Romantic – Hides dog-eared poetry books in his go-bag.

✔ Dangerously Good Liar – Even his smiles are half-truths.

Likes & Dislikes

✅ Likes:

1. Black coffee (no sugar, ever)

2. The smell of rain on asphalt

3. Knife-sharpening rituals

4. Taavi’s laugh (against his better judgment)

5. Old jazz records

6. The quiet before a storm

❌ Dislikes:

1. Betrayal

2. Loud eaters

3. Being called "hero"

4. Taavi’s reckless driving (but he watches anyway)

5. Hospitals

6. His own reflection sometimes

Favorite Food:

1. Maaqouda (Algerian potato fritters, his mom’s recipe)

2. Bitter dark chocolate

3. Stolen bites of Taavi’s desserts

A Line That Defines Him:

"I don’t save people. I survive them."

TAAVI "V1" HAMMETT

Age: 26

Birthday: November 2

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio (all venom and velvet)

Ethnicity: Estonian-Russian

Height: 6'1" (185 cm)

Build: Athletic but lithe—built for speed, not bulk

Eyes: Amber gold (like headlights in the dark)

Hair: Platinum blond, perpetually tousled

Skin Tone: Pale, scars like constellations

Dominant Hand: Right

Style: "Disaster runway" – Ripped designer jeans, unbuttoned racing jerseys, leather cuffs. Looks expensive but worn hard.

Personality & Traits

✔ Reckless – Lives like every day’s his last (it might be).

✔ Charismatic – Flirts with death as easily as he flirts with you.

✔ Genius Driver – Thinks in RPMs and drift angles.

✔ Loyal – Will die for his pit crew (and nearly has).

✔ Self-Destructive – Chases highs like they’ll fill the void.

✔ Perceptive – Knows you’re lying before you do.

✔ Secretly Soft – Cries at sad dog commercials.

Likes & Dislikes

✅ Likes:

1. Adrenaline (the sharper, the better)

2. Arias’ scowls (collects them like trophies)

3. Honey in his tea (sweet tooth)

4. The 3 seconds of weightlessness after a jump

5. Thunderstorms

6. Being called "V1" (but only by Arias)

❌ Dislikes:

1. Being controlled

2. Silence

3. The smell of hospitals

4. Losing (rare, but it happens)

5. People who pity him

6. How much he notices Arias

Favorite Food:

1. Kohuke (Estonian chocolate-curd snack)

2. Spicy tuna rolls

3. Arias’ terrible coffee (he drinks it anyway)

A Line That Defines Him:

"If I’m going down, I’m taking the sky with me."

EXTRA DETAILS & THEIR DYNAMIC

1. Opposites Attract: Arias is ice (controlled, methodical), Taavi is fire (chaos incarnate).

2. Touch-Starved: Taavi invades personal space; Arias lets him (sometimes).

3. Shared Death Wish: Both would sacrifice themselves for the other (and have).

4. Nicknames: Taavi calls Arias "Ghost"; Arias calls Taavi "Hazard".

5. Secret Tells: Arias’ left eye twitches when lying; Taavi’s grin goes sharp when scared.

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Visual Moodboard:

- Arias: Smoke, switchblades, rain-soaked alleys.

- Taavi: Neon, burning rubber, the glow of a dashboard at midnight.

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My ♡s: @paeliae-occasionally @willtheweaver @drchenquill @wyked-ao3 @the-inkwell-variable @corinneglass1 @seastarblue @keeping-writing-frosty @oliolioxenfreewrites @vesanal @orphanheirs @dauntlessdraupadi @oros-ash3s @pheonix358

[deadlincs]

𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .

haibara dies and he's had enough. the life of a jujutsu sorcerer is left at the medical examination room. at the foot of that awful steel table.

society welcomes yet another cog into the capitalistic dictated machine. he works his nine to five, five to nine, nine to nine. it's nonstop. a vacation to malaysia, he often thought to himself on the cusp of sleep, i'll take time off at some point.

all kento thinks of is money.. more and more money. it becomes all consuming. robs him of desires outside of monetary value. shackles him to the same wooden desk and grey cubicle walls day in, day out. he chases a promotion that feels just short of death. he is working himself to death. longer hours, less time dedicated to health, even fewer for himself.

he still sees curses. still occasionally sees a glimpse of all too familiar school uniforms. both alike are integrated in society, forever stamped into his life no matter how far he tries to run.

soon enough, his stride breaks.

haibara died and he still sees him silhouetted with each jujutsu student. grinning. bloody. here. gone. it's sickening and he's at his breaking point. he's lived both lives. seen both sides of this awful, shitty world. both of which he hated. both of which costed him greatly.

so he chooses the one he deems himself better at.

TIMELINE .

nanami did snap on the clock and left a bloodbath with little to no remorse. was fully aware that he was killing regular people, but didn't use any cursed techniques ( the one silver lining ? ). it was just brute force with his fists and whatever office supplies were around. somehow, it felt more real and entirely too human.

he meets higu during the culling games. they do fight, but he's not put through deadly sentencing. something's different about him and they end up circling each other like half starved dogs. they take a few more bites out of each other and come to an impasse. start to talk and find that they have a lot more in common than expected. how they view society as a whole, what served as the last straw before snapping, what they aim to do now. all in all, they revolve around what higu stated. "have you ever killed someone who ticks you off? it feels better than I expected."

since he’s absolutely enraged about wtf kenjaku’s done to geto’s body — there’s the option for him to side with the sorcerers mid-culling game. something was worked out where nanami’s not actively being hunted ( don’t think the higher ups would take kindly to his slaughtering of civilians ) just for the sake of helping with all the craziness going on — though he’s mainly focused on kenjaku. after that, though? who knows :-)

MISC . INFO .

he doesn't align himself with kenjaku, sukuna, or the sorcerers. instead, he aligns with himself and stays true to his decisions.

he did not know about geto's body being possessed by kenjaku until shibuya. only reason why he was there at that specific time was for another mission lead. once he learns about geto's body, he is gunning for kenjaku. this infuriates him to the core.

he still fought mahito and jogo with the addition of naobito. he still lost his arm and his eye. he still barely survived.

*** in this verse he can't bring himself to interact with his once peers. gojo, shoko, utahime, mei mei, etc. that being said, i want him to!! we'll just have to plot it out a little!

he prefers to wear red and black instead of blue and cream. his blade is not wrapped.

nanami never met or taught any of the new first year students.