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notiddygothgf · 4 months ago

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8. Addictive

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ He took everything from me. ❞ ❝ Then leave him. ❞

★ c.w.: smut. cigarettes and confessions. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: IM BACKKKK! I'm soooo excited for yall to read this. I loved writing this chapter, and im ngl i broke my own heart writing the end of it. (no spoilers tho). my heart yearns for them to be happy but alas i am the writer and i love torturing you guys (jk... kinda....) keep those comments coming! ily all

★ w.c: .7.2k

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"JUST RELAX, BABY," he mumbled into your dripping wet cunt. His lips departed from your flesh briefly, but only to roughly scoot your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your concerns, he quickened the pace of his fingers. His hair was tangled in your fist while the rest hung in strings over his face.

"Let me take care of you," He groaned, the sound muffled by your trembling thighs. "Gonna make you feel real good, promise."

"Mmmfuck– wait," You gasped. Your body, however, gave a different signal. You yanked his hair, and then trapped his head between your thighs with your legs – broken pleas of his name were the only thing coming from your lips. Your legs spasmed once more before you gushed all over his wrist again, spraying him in the face this time. He eagerly licked you up.

"You look so perfect with my fingers in you, pretty mama," Aki moaned against your clit, but the sound seemed to be swallowed down every time he sucked on the sensitive bud. "Keep going-- doin' so good."

"M'gh... fuck–" You pleaded, sentences reduced to mere gibberish. "Aki, baby..."

He pulled away from your pussy, letting his fingers work you open, pressing deep into your g-spot like he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. "I got you, baby," He panted, peering up at you with such feverish hunger that it made you squirm. "Feel good?"

Desperately, you stumbled to find the right words. What came out, whatever, was a broken cry of "Mhm".

"You feel so fuckin' -- So good–" It slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name. "Aki, I'm g'nna cum, fuck."

"Do it, baby," His smirk grew in size. He licked some of you off of his lips, and then hummed, "Cum for me."

Instantaneously, somehow, his fingers pressed the right spot – just the right amount of pressure – then it snapped. The coil of your release snapped with all of the power of a freight train, your orgasm slamming into you in a way that had your back arching up off of the bed. Your hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while feeling every last stroke of his long fingers against your walls. You could feel the shock tear through you in waves, tearing trembling gasps from your lungs while you rode it out. "Aki!" you gasped again once the pleasure had cleared long enough for you to think. Not your husband, but him.

It felt so good to breathe his name, to claim him – even if he wasn't necessarily yours.

"Fuck," You mewled.

Aki slipped his digits out of you, peering up at you with messy hair, with frazzled eyes. Then, the devil that he was, he popped two of them into his mouth, collecting the gooey mess you had left behind onto his tongue.

"Aki..." You panted – chest heaving a mile a minute. You couldn't stop now, even if you were sore. You needed him, all of him. You didn't need time to recover; you needed him. "Aki, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God, I'm going to explode."

"Yeah?" He laughed quietly, breathlessly. The entire bottom half of his face was shiny, soaked with the slick of your arousal. He wiped it on the back of his hand. "How badly do you want it?"

"Bad enough," You huffed.

"Wanna ride me, baby?" He grinned. It was odd, hearing such vulgar words come out of such a stoic man's mouth.

"I thought you would never ask," You giggled. "Get your ass up here, Hayakawa."

You didn't have to tell him twice. You shifted over to make room for him on the couch, and he sat right down next to you like he had been waiting his whole life for you to say those words.

He closed the difference between the two of you, hand tilting your chin up so your faces were aligned. Your lips met in the middle in a searing kiss, filled with all the passion and intensity that had been building between the two of you for so long. You couldn't resist.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders as you climbed into a straddling position over him. You paused briefly before tugging his sweater clean off of his body – over his toned arms, thrown off somewhere in the distance, and fuck, you felt weak at the mere sight of him.

You dove back into the kiss, your lips moving hungrily against one another as if this were the last. Time seemed to stand still. Slowly, you felt yourself get lost in him.

Your bodies pressed up against one another, the heat and urgency of your longing evident in every delicate touch. You could feel the gentle ripple of his muscular torso beneath you as he breathed through the kiss. You knew you shouldn't be indulging in him so shamelessly, but you simply couldn't help it.

You didn't care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the couch cusion around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect.

He raised a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, "You're so beautiful."

You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the couch beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.

You drew a hand back to slip between your heated bodies, tracing the skin of his chest with a new purpose. He was harder than a boulder beneath you, and you couldn't help but rock back and forth.

"Mmh," he hummed happily, letting you explore his body. "Wish you could see yourself from down here."

"And see my double chin? No thanks," You teased, already reaching for the drawstrings on his gray sweats – which, for the record, left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

He laid back, letting you tug his sweats down just enough for you to be able to spit into your palm and wrap it around him. It didn't take much to get him wet for you, considering he was practically dripping already by that point.

"I wish I could have you like this every day," He muttered, sliding his hands up your waist while he watched you hover over him. This was moving quickly. Not like you had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, he didn't either.

You didn't grace him with a response, instead positioning the tip in line with your dripping hole and then sinking down on him.

He gasped, letting his eyes fall shut. You made a sound somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a moan of pain. Once you bottomed out, the two of you sighed in perfect tandem. It took everything you had to not collapse on him right then and there, and just let him sit inside of you for the rest of the night. Hell, for the rest of your life.

He stretched you out perfectly – like he was made for you.

You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again. You were still wet from the last few hours of your night with Aki, yet the filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed around him caught even you off guard.

"What happened to behaving?" He tutted, though he let you set the pace, sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. The stretch felt amazing – like you could feel him in your stomach. His eyelids fluttered.

Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn't fight the strangled noises that seemed to pour out. "You're so fuckin' big," You gasped. It took all of the strength you had not to collapse from the force of your tremble as he braced his feet on the couch.

Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper.

"Fuck, I feel it in my guts," You giggled.

"Fuckk... I missed you," he moaned – sinful, sultry, tantalizing. When you looked down, his brows were scrunched together, face contorted with concentration.

You felt something odd inside of you as you peered down at him – your heart felt full. You knew it was dangerous.

"Missed you more–" You panted right back. It was an honest mistake. (You were thinking it, though.) You didn't mean for it to come out.

His eyes widened. "Yeah? I- hah," he breathed. "You missed me?"

You nodded.

"Shit," he groaned, arching his head off the back of the pillow. His lips parted to make way for an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper. "Say it again, please."

Aki laid his head back against the seat, biting his lip. He released a shuddering breath.

You slid down further and further each time you bounced, feeling yourself stretching around him like you were made for it, like taking it was your job. And then, right when you had gotten about half way down on it, you looked at his pretty face. His pretty face flushed with pink, eyes squeezed shut. His head thrown back, hair beginning to stick to his forehead, sweat beading at the base of his neck.

And then you took him down to the hilt.

"Ah, shit," He trembled, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He was beginning to lose his composure. Fast.

You rose up a bit, and then sank back down on him. He was deep, so deep that you could feel your walls fluttering around him. You picked up the speed a bit, rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose. The stretch burned – made your eyes water, tears blurring your already weak vision.

But, fuck, it hurt so good.

You shut your eyes.

"Look at me," He said. When you came to, he was already looking at you. Eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. "Say it– Say it again. That you missed me."

Those words alone were enough to make you vocalize your desire for him. Still too shy to ask him for more, you bounced obediently on his dick. Up and down, up and down – until you were panting like a bitch in heat. "M-Missed you."

Aki's hips twitched beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts – lifting himself up to meet you halfway.

And somehow, if it were even possible, he slid in deeper.

"Oh, fuck..." You cried. "Missed you so fuckin' badly."

"Is that why you called me?" He sighed happily, thrusting up a little harder. "Couldn't stay away?"

"Yes," You answered. "Yes– Missed you so– fuck! Fuck me harder."

Aki's lip twitched. "Feels good, doesn't it? I told you I'd take care of you."

Then, with no further warning, he gripped your hips roughly and slid into you at full force. You gasped, reaching for his shoulders. The couch lurched, and you felt yourself move with it. Every quick drag of his dick against your walls had your body squeezing him for dear life.

Aki groaned, deep and guttural, slowing his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, that's good."

The man bit his lip, pulling all the way out again before slamming back in. He repeated this action a few more times, clearly relishing in the way you squirmed and gasped. Or maybe it was the way you looked all fucked out like this, bouncing on his dick like it was your job.

You threw your head back. Aki gasped, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

You drew your eyebrows in, letting him do the work, letting the pleasure consume you. You felt so full. "Aki, fuck," you moaned.

Then he was picking up the pace again and you felt like a fucking ragdoll ; up and down, up and down.

"Harder!"

"Yeah?" He stammered. He sought out your lips with a newfound urgency, snapping his hips up against your ass almost mercilessly. His quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans against your sore lips. Louder and louder.

So much for being quiet. Shit, you didn't know who was worse – him and his pornographic little moans or you. You sounded like you were being murdered.

It had never felt this way with your husband. Shit. You had no idea sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. So addictive.

Then, like some sort of miracle, you felt him hit that spot inside of you -- the one that made your toes curl. As your eyes widened, a desperate moan was torn from your lungs.

There it was.

"You got a lot of nerve, walking around here like you didn't miss this," He mused. He kept his hips in the same spot, moving at the same pace, the same angle, while letting his fingers explore your chest beneath your sweater – and then further up, applying pressure to the sides of your neck. "In my fucking sweater. Telling me to behave."

You were going to pass out at this rate. Letting yourself be thrown around on his hips, you took his strokes, eyes glazed over with mind-numbing pleasure.

And with every thrust, that familiar knot in your stomach began to grow again. You were – for lack of better words – in another realm. You felt yourself get lost in the sensation. Your surroundings dissipated. At that moment, all you saw was his angelic face below you, eyebrows scrunched together, sweat rolling down his scarred chest, lips parted to make way for those sinful, wonderful noises of his. Every time he moved, his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin.

It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking

In your head, there was no room for your husband. This pussy was his.

His hand gripped your throat – using his thumb to cut off your blood supply for seconds at a time before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air as the blood came rushing back.

"Don't fucking stop," You cried out for him, "Fuck– don't you dare fucking stop."

"You're taking me so well," He grunted against your neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. "So good. Like you were made for it."

He reached for your throat again, and you felt your eyes roll back. You felt lightheaded, and dizzy, and it was almost too much. You were getting close.

Sparing him another glance, you quickly realized how much you wished you hadn't done that. Those lust-filled blue eyes of his were burning with a desire so intense you felt yourself grow even more sensitive – full of nothing but adoration for you, like you were spat out from the heavens onto his lap.

Then, without so much as another word, he stood up, throwing your legs around his waist and taking you with him. He walked you over to the arm rest, laying you down so that your head laid atop the couch cushions and your hips were inclined on the armrest. Then, he spread your legs open and guided himself right back into you.

He bottomed out inside of you once more, but it was different this time. At this angle, he had you seeing stars. At this angle, he found your sweet spot with every single thrust. His brutal speed was unrelenting. Eyes unfocused, your nails scratched at the surface of the couch, searching desperately for something to grab onto while he abused your sore pussy, fucking you like his life depended on it.

"Aki, fuck me!" You gasped out, clutching his bicep for dear life.

He threw your legs over his shoulders. "Don't worry, I got you, baby."

His hips threw you forward onto the couch. A glass tumbled off the coffee table and fell to the floor, shattering loudly as it collided with the ground.

"Wait– " you managed to get out. "Wait, I think some– ah– somethin' fell!"

Aki didn't so much as check on the table (where your cookies sat on a plate, long since forgotten, just like the horror movie that was well near finished.).

You felt bad for his neighbors, at this point, because your moans had become a lot more similar to screams in lieu of recent events (recent events, of course, being Aki's goal of repossessing your ability to walk tomorrow). This angle was lethal, and it had your vision going spotty.

"Good girl," he hummed. "Good fucking girl."

And there it was again. The overwhelming, uncontrollable urge to give him everything – your body, your heart. You wanted him to claim you. You wanted to belong to him.

You wanted to be his, and you hated it.

You were so fucking close to the edge, all you could do was scream his name, letting your eyes roll into the back of your head while he fucked you hard and fast – nothing like the way he had fucked you when the two of you had first hooked up.

"This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it?" He smirked, pressing a kiss to your knee.

Don't give into him.

Have some decorum.

You couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure was far too much to bear. It was making your fucking mind go blank.

"You're not cumming until I tell you that you can," He practically commanded you.

You bit back a moan, feeling your legs begin to tremble again with the weight of your impending release. You were close, too close to resist the promise of paradise between your legs, in your core. You raked your eyes up his bare, chiseled chest – his pale, glossy skin, watching as his mouth parted to release a few shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen tensed up.

Guess I'm not the only one getting close to losing it.

"Can he fuck you better than I can?" He gasped out, landing another smack on your thighs.

Mentioning your husband while he was blowing your back out was a low blow. Still, though...

"No, baby, no–" you pleaded. "No, he can't, I swear!" You were desperate to finish, crawling towards your release with the last strength you had left. "'S yours! This pussy is yours!"

His.

You had always been his, hadn't you? The little game of cat-and-mouse the two of you had been playing for so long – the hidden motives, the stolen glasses, the hushed whispers... it all led up to this.

"Mine," He purred, deep and buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. "You getting close, baby?"

Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. "Mhm."

"That's why you can't stop comin' back," He added, "Who else is gonna fuck you like me?"

You gasped out, clawing at the couch, "No one!"

The sensation of being filled to the brim was driving you up the wall.

"That's fuckin' right– Oh, fuck– Cum with me," He gritted out, persisting and chasing after the promise of paradise.

You hadn't even noticed, but his thumb had begun rubbing circles on your clit – it had been doing that for a while now.

Being in no position to refuse, you obeyed. For the second time that day, the coil snapped, and your hips jolted rhythmically against him. You felt your walls clench around his dick, a sensation that made him lurch forward and reach his own orgasm, warmth coating your insides.

"Fuck!" You gasped. You felt your legs tremble at the sensation, walls milking him for all he was worth, ankles clawing at his back.

"You're so good for me," He murmured weakly against your lips, rolling into you – slowly – a few more times before stilling completely. He pulled out only a moment later, then he slid you up on the couch, crawling over the armrest until he was hovering over you, pinning you to the cushions.

You kissed him with every bit of strength you had left – which, admittedly, wasn't much. He grabbed you by the jaw, deepening the kiss. And it was in that warm embrace the two of you stayed for a while, sharing a few messy, open-mouthed kisses. It certainly wasn't the first time, but it felt different.

It was different this time. It was so much more than a post-sex makeout session.

It was everything. Everything you'd been wanting. Everything you'd needed.

He was everything you needed.

So you continued making out with him, holding him, kissing him until your lips felt numb. Until he pried himself away from you – but didn't go too far, pressing his nose up against yours with a weak, satisfied grin.

"That was the best I've ever had," You remarked quietly. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my entire life."

"I can't even think straight right now," He laughed.

Playfully, you retorted. "Can you ever think straight around me?"

He breathed out a quiet laugh – the sound made your heart squeeze – while leaning in to steal another kiss. "Fuck no," And then another. "But you must enjoy it, because you keep coming back."

"Unfortunately," You sighed. "I'd say that's, like... the only reason I tolerate you."

"What? Because I can fuck you better than anyone else?" He laughed, still a little breathless. "'Don't act like you weren't crying out "I missed you", like, ten minutes ago."

"Maybe I did," You retorted. "You and that big dick of yours."

"If that's what keeps you coming, then I'll keep you cumming," He added. He flopped down next to you. "Does my cooking make up for the week we spent apart?"

"Maybe," you hummed, too blissed out to fully participate in the conversation.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, murmuring, "I missed you, troublemaker."

You had just enough energy left to mutter the words, "Missed you, too," before passing out on the couch.

You stood in front of a tall mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the straps of a sexy red dress you hadn't worn in years. The fabric hugged your curves, soft against your skin, and you twirled, hoping to feel cute, desirable, like you used to.

But then your husband entered the room, and you knew something was off. He didn't smile, didn't offer the compliment you were silently hoping for. Instead, he stared at you with a strange mix of amusement and disdain.

"Are you really going to wear that?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Your heart sank. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "You've put on weight. That dress... it's not flattering on you at all."

The words hit you like a slap, and you felt the air rush out of your lungs. You tried to hold onto your composure, to not let the hurt show, but it was impossible. The confidence you had been clinging to crumbled in an instant, leaving you feeling completely exposed.

"Fine," you huffed, your voice shaky as you turned away from him. "I'll go change."

You woke up in an unfamiliar, but surprisingly comfortable bed. The sheets were soft against your skin, a gentle warmth cocooning you, but something about the room felt off, foreign, but not at all disconcerting. The crisp white comforter you were swaddled in carried an aroma – notes of spice, amber, and the faintest hint of smoke – very distinct to someone particular.

Blinking sleep from your eyes, you slowly rolled out of bed, your feet meeting the cool floor. Immediately the warm drip between your thighs reminded you what you had done just a moment earlier. Your panties were on, though. Did Aki... put them back on for you?

How thoughtful.

Quietly, you padded towards the living room, your footsteps barely making a sound. The TV was off, the soft glow of the night outside filtering through the curtains. You noticed the table had been cleaned up, everything put away except for the plate of cookies, which now sat on the kitchen table, untouched.

You paused for a moment, glancing around before your eyes were drawn to the glass doors leading to the porch. Through the glass, you saw Aki standing outside, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating a sliver of his face in the dim light. He was leaning against the railing, his posture relaxed as he took a slow drag, the smoke curling around him in the cool night air. The faint breeze tousled his silky black hair.

He was so fucking handsome, it wasn't even funny.

For a moment, you just stood there, watching him. There was something peaceful, almost serene, about the way he stood there, clearly lost in his thoughts. Selfishly, you wondered if you were the only person occupying his mind.

You approached the plate of cookies tentatively. Were his roommates home? (Judging by the fact that all of the cookies were still very much intact and, from what Aki had told you, his roommates would never leave a plate of food untouched, you ventured to say no.) You plucked an extra-soft-looking one off of the tray, then tip-toed over to the glass sliding door anyway, pulling it open and slipping onto the balcony.

It was quiet outside. So quiet, in fact, that – save for the quiet noises of the Tokyo streets down below – you could hear the cherry of his cigarette sizzle as he took a slow, relaxed hit of it.

Aki didn't even have to turn around to know it was you. "Hey," he offered.

"Hey," You smiled softly, "What time'sit?"

Bare, cold feet pressed against the ground, you walked up to the railing, leaning against it right next to him.

"Sometime past midnight. Why?" He breathed out, smoke pouring out from between his pretty lips, "Do you wanna go back to your hotel?"

"Not really. It's getting kinda late," You sighed. You folded your arms over the railing, laying your head down atop them, "But I'd hate to overstay my welcome."

"You can stay here as long as you like, whenever you'd like," He hummed. He drummed his fingers against the balcony. "Stay the night. I can take you back tomorrow."

You took a bite out of the cookie. Then another, and another – and then it was gone. "We have that... that meeting tomorrow, don't we?"

"We do," He sighed, as if he, too, had forgotten about his responsibilities. Then, after a pause, he pinched his cigarette between two fingers, pulling you closer to him by your arm. It wasn't until the two of you were pressed chest-to-chest that he was content, wrapping his long, strong arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "We'll figure that out later, though. Just stay with me tonight."

He made a compelling argument. You pressed your nose deeper into the fabric of his sweater, inhaling his scent (and maybe motorboating him, just a little). Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around his waist. For a moment, you could forget about the rest of the world. As long as you were here with him, buried in his arms, his chest, you were safe.

You wished you could stay like this forever – nose buried in his sweater while he held you close to him.

One of Aki's hands left your side so that he could take another puff of his cigarette. His chest rose against your cheek as he held it in, fell as he breathed it out.

His words were a deep vibration against your ear, "Himeno was right. You are bad for me."

"And that thing you're smoking isn't?" You retorted. "Can't be worse than that."

"It can," He answered back calmly. "That's the problem."

You knit your brows together at that, peeking your head up so that you could peer up at him. Wordlessly, you asked him to elaborate.

Aki sighed, shutting his eyes, like it pained him to speak. Then, he uttered, "I don't think we should keep seeing each other after this."

Your heart dropped at his words, a cold wave of disbelief washing over you. For a moment, it was as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs, leaving you breathless. But you fought to tough it out, to keep your voice steady, even as a sharp ache settled in your chest.

"What?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"

Aki didn't answer immediately, and the silence between you was heavy, oppressive. His hand that had been resting on your side stilled, and you felt him tense against you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice low and strained.

"Because I'm getting attached," he confessed, each word carrying a weight that pressed down on you. "I think I'm falling for you."

Your breath hitched, and you instinctively backed away from him, your arms loosening from around his waist. You needed to see his face to understand what he was really saying.

"You think or you know?" you asked, more forceful this time, betraying the slightest tremble in your voice.

Aki opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of regret and something deeper, something you couldn't quite name. His silence was louder than any words could have been, the truth hanging in the air between you, undeniable and painful.

"I know," he finally admitted, the confession heavy with finality. He looked at you with a softness that made your heart ache even more.

This is bad.

This is very bad, you thought. In fact, the only thing that made it worse was the fact that you found yourself caught somewhere between happy and devastated that he returned your feelings. What should you do? Should you run away? Run towards him? Say fuck it and pour your heart out?

"Shit," You sighed.

"I know," He nodded slowly, wrapping his lips around the butt of his cigarette and taking a deep breath. "Look, I don't... expect you to return my feelings. I know you've got a life back in Kyoto, and if you wanna pretend this entire conversation never happened, then I'm okay with that," He turned to you, breathing smoke out to the side, into the evening air, "But just... I can't keep pretending I don't want something more than sex from you. It's bad for me."

You couldn't think of anything to say. No, you could think of a thousand things to say, but would it be good enough?

There was no possible combination of words that could convey your feelings. So, instead, you looked down on the street below – the cars and their dim, red lights, the people passing by – and you said nothing.

"I'm sorry," He offered after a beat.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked, gaze never once straying from the scenery. If you looked at him, you didn't know what would happen. Would everything – all of the feelings you'd been bottling up – come pouring out?

"Because I ruined everything," He uttered. His eyes were terribly sad, downcast like a rainy blue day as he continued to smoke. "This thing we have going on."

You huffed a quiet breath, shaking your head, "I don't know what to say."

After a pause, Aki ashed the end of the cigarette, "You don't have to say anything."

"But, I do," You trailed off, "I have so much to say, and yet, I can just... I don't want to say it."

"Why not?" He implored you.

"Because," You sighed, "If I say it, then it'll be real."

You turned to him, finally, and you wished you hadn't – he was looking at you like you had the entire universe and all of its stars trapped behind your eyes. Like you were everything that mattered to him.

Like you were everything he ever wanted.

"I figured that if I left it alone for a while, then it would go away, but..." Your voice trickled down to a whisper – it was difficult to continue the conversation when he was staring at you so lovingly, "You were right, earlier. I did miss you. More than I should have."

The words were painful as they slipped off of you tongue, invaded the space between your body and his. His eyes were windows into a calm shore, tranquil blue waves licking at the shore – and, gently, they searched your gaze for an answer you simply couldn't provide. The remains of his cigarette smoldered between his finger tips.

Similarly, the agony of your confession came in waves, sending tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"I was thinking about you every day we were apart, and I felt like the worst fucking person in the entire fucking world because," You choked back what sounded like a sob. Your chest was tight, so tight – it hurt to breathe around him. Finally, you broke, "Every time I looked into my husband's eyes, all I could think about were yours."

It was true. Every single last word of it.

He stood before you broken, pretty eyes watering. Still, like the champ he was, he kept his composure.

You wished you shared his ability to do that so effortlessly. Chest heaving, you began to cry.

"He's so terrible to me, Aki," You sobbed, rubbing the tears away from your eyes like that would stop them from coming out, "It's my fault I settled down so fucking early, and I was supposed to be a good wife and– and deal with the consequences of the life that I chose." Clawing at your chest – at his sweater – you added, "He wants me to retire when I come back from this trip so I can be his housewife. I don't wanna go, Aki. I don't wanna lose what little freedom I have left."

Aki furrowed his brows, frowning softly as he took a hit of his cig, "You don't want to settle down?"

"With him? I thought I did, years and years ago, but I was dumb and stupid and young and–" You gasped, "I never had someone to intervene and tell me to slow down when I was young, but you– you..."

He looked at you so tenderly, so lovingly, that you had to pause to regain your decorum.

"I hate that I miss you– that I want you, that I crave you," You choked out – as if the words were ripped from the very depths of your soul, blinking up at him with teary eyes, "I wanna leave it all behind sometimes and just– just– say 'fuck it'and run away with you. I'd give it all up in a heartbeat– all of it, and that scares me, because you could be gone tomorrow and I'd just be–" You sobbed, "A fucking trainwreck!"

You began to cry again, shoulders trembling with the weight of your sobs. Aki tutted softly, wrapping his arms around you once more and holding you tight to his chest. His arms were a large warmth that surrounded you, muffled the sounds of the city streets until his steady heartbeat was all you could hear – the deep timbre of his voice as he spoke so sweetly to you;

"I would never leave. I'll always be there for you."

Then he exhaled, breathing the scent of nicotine into the evening air.

You wished you could believe him. Though he had done nothing to disprove his loyalty to you, you couldn't help the slightest pang of pain you felt when you imagined him leaving you for someone younger, prettier... better.

"He took my youth, Aki," You sniffed. He smelled like home. "He took everything from me. God, I hate him."

Simply, he said, "Then, leave him."

"I can't," You sighed – something between a humorless chuckle and a sob prying itself from your chest, "I feel so trapped. My whole life has revolved around him for so long I–" You wiped your eyes, "I'd have to start all over again."

"Then start over again," He answered simply, again. His hand slid up from the base of your neck to the side of your face, thumb swiping your tears away oh-so gently, "You don't have to cry. We can figure it out together, yeah?"

You wanted to.

You wanted to do that so fucking bad.

Why couldn't you?

You deserved it.

"But I don't know what I feel," You retorted. How could he speak to you like you were anything less than a complete wreck? How could he speak to you like he wanted to sort it out? "I know there's something there between us. I think– I think I've had feelings for you, too, but I didn't want to label it, because that will make it real–"

"You don't have to know what you feel," He offered in response, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter, until the unique combination of notes that made up his scent flooded your nostrils, "Just let yourself feel it. I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay? No need to label it."

"No, that's not fair to you," You shook your head, but wrapped your arms around his lower back anyway, "I can't keep stringing you along when I don't even know where I'm at. You're right – it's not good for you."

Aki raised a brow, slightly humored by your words – as was evident by the teasing lilt in his words, "You just said you had feelings for me. That you'd leave your life with your husband behind to be with me. That everytime you look into his eyes, you wish they were mine instead. That sounds pretty clear to me."

You exhaled sharply, exasperated, "But, I don't know what–"

"You don't have to know what it means," He answered before you could even ask the question, "All you have to know is that they're there. We don't have to put a name on anything, right now – or make any big decisions just yet."

"Then what?" You swallowed. Your throat was dry. "What should we do now?"

"Enjoy the ride," Was his response. "However long it lasts. Tomorrow isn't promised, anyway, right?"

"I can't even promise you tomorrow," You replied. "My entire life is a mess right now."

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked, stepping back. His lips wrapped around the cigarette. Tentatively, he pulled another hit from it.

"No. Why?"

Aki shrugged, breathing smoke out into the air, "Then we'll take it one day at a time. No need to cry, okay?"

He was so kind to you – his gentle words were so starkly different to your husband's much harsher ones. Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest. Your lungs were moving way faster than they reasonably should have been moving.

So, after a few minutes – when the tears had subsided and it was nothing but you and him pressed up against one another on his silent balcony – you pointed at his cigarette (what little was left of it, anyway), commenting, "I kinda wanna try another one. Is that crazy?"

Aki laughed at that, instinctively reaching up to his lips with the cigarette to take a puff, "Nah, but why bother? You're gonna hack it up again."

"So?" You asked. "I haven't craved a cigarette in years before you came along."

"I'm a bad influence on you, aren't I?" He mused quietly. His hand ghosted over your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gripping your chin and gently tilting your gaze up to meet his eyes. "I have a better idea."

You raised a brow at his antics. Wordlessly, he took a long, lazy drag or his cigarette. His thumb tugged down on your lower lip, begging for entry – which you provided obediently.

He was the image of sin, pretty blues half-lidded and trained on the place where his calloused thumb met your lip. He brought your face closer to his slowly, like he was trying to gauge your feelings before he made his move.

Then – when his mouth brushed delicately against yours – he tugged your lip open in tandem with his own, breathing the smoke into your mouth.

You breathed it in – you didn't choke on it this time, but, rather, welcomed it. You welcomed the stream of smoke that flowed from his mouth into yours. Eyelids fluttering shut, you held it in, breathing it out just as slowly as it had entered you.

Aki's gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. Then – though you weren't entirely sure who had moved first – he closed the gap and sealed his lips to yours.

It was slow, this time, a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you clutched at his shoulders. It was sloppy and it left you feeling lightheaded, high off of the taste of him.

With a quiet moan, your lips slipped against his, tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping the fabric of his sweater.

He pulled away slowly (probably sensing that this would escalate just as quickly as the last kiss had, and that you were still feeling a little sore), keeping his long fingers cupped around your cheek, toying mindlessly with the hairs at the side of your face.

You hummed contentedly, "I'm not sure what's more addictive; you or those cigarettes."

Aki's lips curled into a devilish little smirk, taking one last drag of his cigarette. "Put me in your mouth and you'll find out."

Right now, I'd like nothing more than that, You thought, but chose not to voice those thoughts.

Instead, you laughed, placing your hands on his strong shoulders and giving him a playful shove. It was all so painfully domestic – enough to make you forget about the rest of the world, your husband, your life in Kyoto.

Then, you stepped behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your head in between his shoulder blades. You took a deep whiff of his detergent (or cologne?), and thought, I could easily get used to this.

Like this, I could easily fall in love with him.

That thought was intimidating enough as it was. But, then, as he placed his hand over your hands where they were clasped around the front of his torso – and sighed peacefully – you found yourself thinking:

I never want this to end.

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A New Legacy - Hogwarts Legacy x Harry Potter Crossover - Part 3

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Summary:

After a rather brutal encounter with Ranrok's loyalists, the Hero of Hogwarts finds herself falling through time and space entering a world that's almost home, but not quite. Of course there's nothing else to do aside from adapt, improvise and overcome.

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A/N: Sorry for the extremely late update. I hope yall like it. Apologies for any typos

Warnings: Violence, Major character death, Angst, spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy, a tiiiny bit of smooching

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader, Ominis Gaunt x Female!Reader (more to be added on as the story progresses)

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"Whoa," was the first word out of your mouth when you stepped off the grates of the fireplace.

The cave - if you could even call it that - you and Ominis had just Floo'ed into was truly awe inspiring.

It had incredibly high ceilings, with beautiful, dark stone walls. The entire cave looked like someone had reached a hand through a mountain and pulled out a chunk of sand. You gasped when you realized that the cave went all the way through the incredible mountain, and it gave you the most beautiful, if not dangerous, view of the ocean. The Floo went dead behind you and you immediately knew that there was no way back out.

"We're not in Kent, are we?" you asked, spinning around to face Ominis. Your heart dropped at the sight of him feeling around the room. You quickly approached him and took his arm in your own.

"No," he replied after a beat. "We've reached the guest entrance as it would appear. There should be a set of doors nearby," he said. You hummed, looking around before finding the doors he'd been referring to.

"I see them," you announced, taking a step forward.

"No!" Ominis screamed, pulling you back so hard that the both of you ended up falling into a heap on the ground. For a brief moment, you felt the older boys breath against your face before he pulled away from you. He smelled of mint and fresh rosemary. You looked up in astonishment at the Slytherin boy who was still on top of you, but had unfortunately moved his face from yours.

"Ominis what the hell?" you asked, trying to push yourself back up.

"Sorry-" he swallowed, "But if anyone other than a Gaunt or an approved resident tries to open those doors-" he looked horrified, "Something really bad would happen."

You took a deep breath. Of course an ancient family like the Gaunt's would have safeguards like that in place.

"Will it still hurt me if I'm with you?" you asked.

"I'm not sure. Let me go through first and try and figure it out," he said. You nodded.

"Alright," you said. The two of you stood and you lead him to the door. It was an ancient looking thing. You guided his hand to approximately where the handle was before taking a few steps back, towards where the Floo stood. Ominis swallowed nervously before he turned the handle.

The door transformed in front of your eyes to a beautiful black entry way, with a polished golden handle. You stared in awe as Ominis stepped through it - seemingly into nothing, but you knew that it acted as a portal to this manor.

You waited in the entrance cave for what felt like hours before Ominis emerged, holding a wand that was not his own and a necklace. The wands tip was lit as the older boy approached you, and you smiled a little.

"Whats that?" you asked. Your tummy grumbled loudly. You couldn't remember the last time you had a good meal. Ominis laughed a little.

"This is a magical pendant. It's got some of my blood in it. It'll allow you to pass through the gates without trouble," he explained, handing it to you. You took it hesitantly, putting it around your neck.

Immediately, you saw the door shift to the beautiful black wood you'd seen when Ominis approached it previously. A thought occurred to you and you couldn't push it away. "I hate to ask," you said, running a finger over the vial shaped locket. "But who was this-"

"Whores and escorts mostly," Ominis answered with a shrug. You blushed a little, turning your head away from him. "Even the most feared Gaunts couldn't have their faces seen in brothels. I suppose this was an elegant solution," his voice was bitter.

You sighed approaching the older boy and placing a comforting hand on his cheek. "Thank you for doing all of this," you said softly. "I know it can't be easy, facing your family like this."

Ominis leaned into your touch for a moment. It was nice. His face felt warm against your touch and filled the palm of your hand. You stroked the top of his cheek with your thumb, feeling just below his unseeing eyes.

Ominis quickly pulled his face away. You couldn't help the flutter of disappointment that swelled in your chest.

"As luck would have it ," he said, turning towards the house, "It appears my bloodlines quite dead. I was worried that my older brother Marvolo would've attempted to repopulate the magical world in his image, but it seems as though all the Gaunt descendets are either no longer with us or banished."

"Brilliant," you said, still thinking about the feeling of Ominis' face in your hand, "Shall we?" you offered. Ominis took your arm and the two of you walked through the door.

If you had your wand you definitely would have dropped it.

The place was absolutely beautiful. Dark walls with high rise ceilings, windows that overlooked the ocean, beautiful chandelier and arched doorways at every major entrance and exit.

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"I feel like I've just stepped into a novel," you said softly. Ominis was looking to the side and he swallowed at your reaction.

"Don't be too impressed," he spat out bitterly, "Everything here was built from ill gotten gains," you blushed, embarrassed.

"I know that," you said softly, thinking of Slytherins spell book.

"I don't think you do," Ominis let out harshly, and you took a step back.

"Ominis-" you said softly.

"Do you understand what exactly happened here?" he asked, his voice dripping with venom. Immediately you realized what was happening. "Do you know how many people were tortured in this walls? How many evil and dark spells were cast her?"

Ominis strode towards you then, seemingly not by his own will, "Do you know how much suffering this home and it's occupants has caused?" he asked, grabbing you by your shoulders.

"Ominis stop," you said. "The dark magic of the house - it's consuming your mind."

"Consuming my mind?" he asked, his fingers digging into your skin. "You needn't worry about my mind, sweetheart," he said, his magic pouring out from him and surrounding you like fog.

Suddenly, you realized something.

Suffering had occurred here. And with suffering came pain.

You didn't give yourself time to hesitate. You quickly grabbed Ominis by the lapels of his jacket and firmly pressed your mouth to his. He gasped in shock and a moment later he was kissing you back, shoving his lips against yours.

You felt the ancient magic inside of you strengthen. You pulled on the suffering and pain that Ominis had been exposed to while trying to get you into the house. Suddenly you understood why this magic was so dangerous.

It was addictive.

Or was that just the taste of Ominis on your tongue?

You felt the grip he had on your shoulders loosen and his hands fell to your waist.

You knew the exact moment that you had absorbed all the suffering from Ominis' body as his posture relaxed a little. You allowed yourself to press against his lips just a moment longer - a moment in which you could memorize the feeling of his soft flesh against you, before you sighed. You pulled away, looking at the older boy through your lashes. He looked so tired, so defeated.

You stole one small kiss. Just one. You pulled away before he could react.

There was a long silence before either of you spoke.

"What what was that?" Ominis asked finally. You sighed softly.

"It was ancient magic," you said softly. "I've known for a while now. Ancient magic can use pain - or pain stores to perform powerful sorcery."

Ominis took a moment to consider what you'd just said. Anger flashed across his face.

"Anne-"

"I couldn't," you said softly. "It would have taken her pain, yes, but it wouldn't have stopped there."

"Her pain-"

"She would have been a shell of a person."

"Okay!" Ominis said, "Okay. I'm sorry."

"Don't sweat it," you breathed out. You could still taste him on your lips.

"Whatever pain is still here, I can contain it into an ancient magic Hotspot." you said after a beat. Ominis cleared his throat.

"Okay," he said. "I'll show you the family collection of wands. Hopefully one will see you through until we can get to Ollivanders."

"Okay," you said softly. You felt the power course through your viens. You needed to expel it, now. "Let's go," you said suddenly. Ominis seemed surprised, even more so when you began walking through the mansion like you'd lived here you're entire life.

It was easy to find a wand that worked for you - Drangon heartstring, 12 inches, pliable - and immediately you set off in the direction you knew the dueling room was.

You didn't notice Ominis following behind you.

You found the dueling room quickly and began cursing at the dummies. It was fortunate that they were fortified to withstand heavy spells or you doubted they'd be able to handle your powers. You cast and stuck at the dummies until your arms hurt.

You remembered the goblin that killed Sebastian, picturing him instead of the dummy.

Suddenly your magic became angrier. You cast and shot at the dummies until the smell of burnt wood filled your nose and your muscles ached with the effort.

You pictured Sebastian face as he died.

You sent a training dummy imploded.

You remembered the way his body simply disappeared.

A dummy exploded and went flying in the air.

You stood taking deep breaths. Tears began to pool in your eyes.

"What did that poor training dummy do to you?" Ominis asked. You jumped, only a little before turning to face him.

You stared at Ominis for a long moment before he held out an arm. You immediately ran towards him and collapsed in his arms.

The room filled with your ugly sobs - ugly sobs that turned into screams of frustration. Ominis held you while you cried, rubbing small circles into your back and running his fingers through your hair.

You cried and cried and cried and at some point Ominis joined you, tears streaming silently down his face. In between your gasps and screams you managed to wipe some of them away.

Eventually you felt too exhausted to cry any more. The days events weighed down on you. Your eyes felt heavy.

Ominis summoned a couch from somewhere and the two of you sat quietly - the silence only broken by your hasty breaths or Ominis' shifting body.

You had so much more grief inside of you. You wanted to push it out of you, but you had no energy left. You don't know when you fell asleep, only that it felt a little more bearable with Ominis by your side.

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bloopitynoot · 3 months ago

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Reading SVSSS: Chapter 17

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

It's been a weekend!

I went to a wedding this weekend and my partner and I were on toddler babysitting duty. I naively thought I would be able to read a few chapters, but babies move fast yall. This was the only chapter I was able to read the entire time we were away.

I didn't even have a hot drink when I read it :'( But I did have this baby claim my lap (meet Winston).

Anyways- let's get into the chapter!!

ofc we start off this chapter with him waking up yet again with Tianlang-Jun. p113

Oh god, wait is the army marching to get rid of the sects with SQQ in their presence? Is this another way to frame SQQ?? Why would he just be with this army? p113

oh fuck, SQQ's arm. That's so rough oh no, the flowers really are growing. p114

and the means to take care of it is equally terrible. he has to BURN IT OFF. p115

Why is Luo Binghe's dad like this LOOOOL Him asking if SQQ fucked (Dual cultivated with) his son. pp116-117

LOOOOOOOOOOOOL Tianlang-jun humming the epic love ballad to SQQ. this man really is shipping these two hard. What a total weirdo (in the best of ways). p117

wait. he wants to MERGE two realms? How tf do you even do that? wouldnt that like fuck with spacetime or something? p119

Oof what a horrible sounding relationship that was between Tianlang-jun and Su Xiyan. I hope we learn more about these two because it is really a bizarre dynamic they had. I feel like this guy just fetishizes humans p121

ooo! How did Luo Binghe arrive here? bro just shows up in the middle of a war camp. is it a dream? Either way LOL we have yet another absolutely wild kiss pp122-123

AND THEN SQQ not even being mad about Luo Binghe force kissing him- instead being mad that Luo Binghe gave Tianlang-jun Xin Mo LOL p123

Why is Luo Binghe so stupid XD not a thought in that boys head about consequences or anything. Like my dude, there is about to be an entire war and you seem to not give a shit. pp124-125

RIP hahahahaha hiding luo binghe in his bed p125

and Luo Binghe being Big Mad about ZZL "coming in while Shizun is sleeping" p125

NOT THE MISUNDERSTANDING. "we agreed on this" " agreed on what??" p126

OMG this scene is an entire comedy of errors LOL we have SQQ sitting on Luo Binghe on his bed with ZZL there. p129

OMG NOW TIANLANG-JUN IS THERE. He thinks ZZL and SQQ are fucking but that SQQ is also fucking his son. This guy must fully think SQQ is the biggest man whore. p131

AND NOW HE'S IN THE CUCK CHAIR BYE. "I don't mind, continue." p133

Tianlang-jun is having an entire conversation with SQQ while Luo Binghe is hidden beside/underneath just trying not to murder Zhuzhi-lang. p134 This is WILD.

Liu Qingge is actually going to get himself killed at this rate. He couldn't beat Luo Binghe the lesser demon, and here he is openly challenging Tianlang-jun. p136

oh no! so it was zhuzhi-lang who killed Gongyi Xiao :( p142

Liu Qingge "are you together?" SQQ: "it's complicated" p144

Wait- what's wrong with Luo Binghe? pp149-150

oh god. is Liu Qingge concerned for SQQ's virtue XD Is this going to be another "SQQ is a slut" rumour- like is someone going to see the three of them go into a room together? Though I am here for the SQQ is not actually a hoe but becomes the universes biggest rumoured hoe agenda. p152

Luo Binghe- I'm paying and - oh no- I only have enough for 2 rooms p153

SQQ forcing the two of them to have a room together while he takes his own. Just totally leaving them to fight one another about it XD p154

"Yes, Shen Qingqiu insisted he was still straight!" p155 okay buddy I believe you

SO many notifications form the system! threshold exceeded for satisfaction points, "high energy ahead", satisfaction point report monthly (LOL I presume he is going to have one hell of a shock when he sees). pp156-157

Knock Knock Knock

WHO IS IT THO?

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generalsdiary · 9 months ago

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clouds leave no trace

High Cloud Quintet w/ mentions of the Trailblazer (gn!trailblazer pov)

warnings: spoilers if you haven’t done the Xianzhou Luofu main story

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this wasn’t planned, the words just came to me, hope yall like it, not beta read hcq means so much to me help

description: high cloud quintet romanticized (lore), a quick recap from Jing Yuan’s pov – basically poetic analysis of hcq history through Jing Yuan’s eyes (fluff, angst)

if you think Jing Yuan didn't love Blade think again. he is the youngest of the high cloud quintet, he grew up beside them- he loved them all. and they all adored him as well. to say he didn't care about Yingxing is ignorant. because he loved the arrogant short-life species swordsmith. he got older knowing he might outlive him, knowing he will watch him grow old, the way he'd cling onto him and use every moment to be beside him. in his home or Yingxing’s home he'd hold him in his arms, always giving him a back hug and chatting. as he would with Dan Feng, their fingers intertwining in a gentle intimate touch, he would hold him as well. the strict, stubborn high elder softening up once they all warmed up to each other. oh, the way Dan Feng would walk at a seemingly calm, fast pace to the young Jing Yuan's home for a moment, just a minute of peace, of tranquility. the high elder would draw his fingers through the long white hair, maybe even make a braid or two. he'd kiss Jing Yuan's temple and mumble how much comfort he gave him.

the three are so soft behind closed doors. and when the high cloud quintet would gather to drink and share stories, a rare occurrence, since they're usually on the battlefield, Baiheng and Jingliu would just smile; one's head on the other's shoulder at the sight of the arrogant craftsman, the stubborn high elder, and strategic cloud knight smiling at each other.

just like Jingliu would lean to kiss Baiheng's cheek after a warm story she'd share, chuckling in joy at hearing her speak in a happy tone.

the same way the older men would gravitate to Jing Yuan, furthermore the way Jing Yuan would cling onto both of them. overlapping as they share stories and drink their fill.

so when the time would come for all of it to fall apart when one died, the second met a fate worse than death, the third one was forced to reincarnate and the new one to be imprisoned, the fourth to lose her mind, what would be of the fifth one?

of the young boy in the beginning, and the man on that day. the general. who lost it all, his friends, his lovers, his everything. he cannot even allow himself to scream and cry and angrily throw a ceramic plate on the floor otherwise he'd get marastruck. yes, fully aware of what is left for him to do but suppress all emotions. fighting that Jingliu escapes somewhere safely, making sure Yingxing is banished and not captured, making sure the same fate meets the Imbibtor Lunae reborn- to also be banished and hopefully achieve what Jing Yuan knew his previous reincarnation oh-so wanted; freedom... and making sure that what happened to Baiheng stays secret and safe, making sure that her new reincarnation is alright- going from a Foxian to a Vidyadhara- he must've been so worried. he'd check up on her often, and ask about her dreams. the easy-going smile turning down for a second when she would say she doesn't have any dreams- the hope he'd feel when she'd tell him that after visiting the Astral Express once; she dreamt of being a Foxian pilot. he'd nod with that sweet smile and turn to leave. he says he never grew close with his master, Jingliu… because it is easier to say that than admit to the reality and the pain of losing someone he cared for so much.

after the banishment and when the dust settled, long before the nameless arrived… he sits under a ginkgo tree and decides to meditate. the weight of all that history and not one of the remaining ones remembers it for what it was except for him. so he meditates, clearing his head, and calming his own memories.

so when he meets Yingxing- with his youthful appearance- where Jing Yuan remembers him with gray-white hair and lilac eyes, he is met with dirty orange-red ones and dark hair, his voice rough and raspy in comparison to what the general remembers. the sting in his heart when he sees Yingxing’s hands shake, he knows how much the fact he cannot craft anymore must hurt him. Yanqing urges the general to make the arrest, yet he lets the fugitives go. not batting an eye, there's no more love on either side, no warm emotion that used to be there. but love isn't an emotion, it is a promise. a promise to be there when it is needed. and the promise is loud when he lets... Blade and Kafka leave. there's a longing in his chest for the strong embrace of his lover when Blade turns his back to leave, and he pushes those thoughts back.

so when the trailblazer meets him and he looks so warm, the sun-bathed kind general- they can see it on him, that warmth like he was loved and that he also loved. that he was held and he also held. he'd appear so soft, cuddly, endearing.. just an aura, a mere bright shadow of what he was. just an appearance, like a shell that used to be there. ash still shining some light, unlike the warm fire that burned with love.

he is the general of the Xianzhou Luofu and that is his number one priority. he uses this leftover love which rubbed up on him as a crafty mask, a decoy for enemies of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

unprepared he walks to see the Imbibitor Lunae. in his original form. his tongue faster than his mind as he calls him Dan Feng. the small smile colored with pain when he hears the words, "I'm not him", and the grief-filled nod he offers in return. still, he uses it all to the advantage of the Luofu.

he isn't grief struck, nor mara struck, he has immense control over his emotions, but when put right in front of the man his fingers just ich to hold his hand, well of course he slips up for a second, and no longer than that. he cannot allow himself, he does not allow himself. he is never weak.

so when... Dan Heng and... Bailu walk around Luofu and go to a sacred location finding themselves in an ambush, of course, he doesn't call reinforcements- that by itself could cause more trouble. he, still injured from his fight with Phantylia, comes to aid them and fight beside them.

and of course, he hangs his head low, his bangs covering both of his eyes when a reunion after seven centuries, if one could even call it that, happens. Blade insists that Jingliu fights him. clashes of swords fill his ears, Dan Heng's shallow breathing beside him as the two of them fight until Jingliu wins. he shuts his eyes tight when Blade falls down, his body making the stone ground crack from the hit, holding his own breath to hear when Blade’s lungs rise again in his immortal body. exhaling when the man inhales. one might say Dan Heng is newly reborn and has no memories of this. yet he dreams, and like all of his species, he regains those memories through his dreams even when he tries to ignore them. he knows, he remembers… he still wears the bracers he exchanged with Yingxing. Jing Yuan regrets he cannot stop them from fighting each other, his voice shaking at the end of the gathering.

it is obvious a side of him wishes it all to go back to how it was, yet those people he knew don't exist anymore. Dan Feng was killed by Jing Yuan's tongue, Jingliu’s gone by his own spear, he watched Yingxing turn into a mindless killer and Baiheng become an Abomination. and he could do nothing about it, as they all fell apart around him like ash floating in the air after the fire had been put out. they burned so bright.

the poor general. and Blade continues to travel with the Stellaron hunters, Dan Heng hides his form and travels with the Astral Express, Jingliu goes to a prison cell – even in the end he made an effort to divert her plans of which prison to go to, Bailu keeps working as a doctor and he still comes over occasionally to check up on her, hoping she remains well in this lifetime. his past friends (and lovers) are all, as he puts it, scattered to the wind.

all the history, the memories, the hugs he won't ever get again, the soft touches, warm beds, the kind words- the harsh words, the training, the glasses of alcohol, the soft lips on his... all lost, forgotten. and with his meditation- even he remembers only fragments- perhaps only the happy ones, maybe, if they don't hurt too much as Mimi's do.

so when the trailblazer walks into the Seat of Divine Foresight they see the general of the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the seven Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights, one of the Six Charioteers of the Xianzhou Luofu, the Divine Foresight, the strong, incredibly smart, strategic genius and powerful Jing Yuan, and also the dozing general, they see exactly who Jing Yuan chooses himself to present as. leader of the Luofu, mentor of Yanqing, older than any general so far, in an era of peace he fought to happen. the trailblazer doesn't see the past, and what he has been through to stand there and greet them with a smile. he shines like the sun because he burns like one. never-ending, bright, warm, golden. they won't see him crack, because he won't crack. he is incredibly strong mentally and keeps his emotions in check.

with the lazy smile that everyone knows too well and the deep-toned voice he'd greet,

"ah trailblazer, I've caught some free time, would you care for a round of starchess?"

a/n: amnesic meditation is a thing on the luofu where you forget certain memories* that is what I was referring to when JY meditated- it is canon he did that to forget Mimi btw. also the “love is a promise” yes is a reference to an episode of DW whr the Doctor says that line, I loved it had to include it

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randomheros · 20 days ago

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Sonic 3 spoiler warning!!

MONTHS before this movie came back I wanted these things to happen in this movie; I wanted a long flashback of Shadow and Maria being best friends. MORE IMPORTANTLY, I wanted a montage with 60s style music in the background, I wanted a record player to be playing it, and I wanted the two of them to be listening to it and dancing, singing, or playing instruments.

I did not think I'd get this, because it was such a hyper specific request on my part.

Holy shit yall.

They gave it to me. Exactly as I requested.

I got a 60s song montage, (ok, it's an 80s song, but the cover is done in a very 60s way) Maria plays a guitar, she shows him the song, she shows him how to dance to it.

THEN THE MOVIE PROCEEDED TO SPOIL ME SILLY-

I GOT THEM ROLLAR SKATING TOGETHER, I GOT THEM WATCHING MOVIES TOGETHER IN A LITTLE BLANKET FORT, I GOT HER STEALING HIM AWAY FROM THE SCIENTISTS TO HANG OUT. IT'S SO CUTE, AND I DID IN FACT CRY. WHICH WAS THE OTHER THING I WANTED. I WANTED THE MOVIE TO MAKE ME CRY! AND IT DID!

I also loved how Maria's immediate response to seeing a strange black and red hedgehog in a tube, was to draw a funny face on the tube and befriend him. Like girl wasn't phased in the slightest, AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES HER SO SPECIAL!

This movie was all I wanted and more. I'm just so happy.

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie 3 #sonic movie spoilers

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titan-senpai · 2 years ago

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Death is a gift..

WARNING SPOILERS FOR ATWOW!! IN GENERAL PAIN AND DEATH

a/n : This is not part of the Killer Aim series. This is just a lil story i thought of. Get some tissues yall. i cried making this.

2170…. Disaster struck for the Sully’s

“Spider’s still in there!” Tuk yelled holding my leg, Neteyam looked at me hesitant he looked into my eyes one more time before diving in the water “NETEYAM” i yelled as Tuk hugging me.

Soon Lo’ak jumped in the water “Tuk stay here with tsireya” I said hugging her goodbye..”Please come back!” she said holding my hands i gave her a smile and jumped after them.

How naive I was… I entered the shooting ground. “You are an idiot Lo’ak!” I heard Neteyam yell. “We’re brothers, remember Sully’s stick together!” He said ducking down,” you both are!” said running behind a pillar and grabbing a loaded gun.

Soon enough we found spider, “Spider!”i smiled as i hugged him “No time for hugs Y/N” Lo’ak pulled us away from the front of the boat, running to find cover from the bullets “Jump in the water!” Neteyam yelled shooting them back, soon enough it was just the 2 of us shooting. “Jump!” he yelled as his gun was empty, jumping in the water realizing something was wrong, a sharp pain going through my stomach. “I’M shot!” Neteyam yelled as he came above… “LO’AK!” I yelled as he rode his Ilu with Tsireya behind him. I called my Ilu “Help me get him up” as i set him down my Ilu we quickly rode to Jake.

“DAD IT’S NETEYAM” “HE'S BEEN SHOT” i yelled before Lo’ak could finish.

We layed Neteyam down slowly as Jake inspected him. “Y/N! Your shot omg!” Tsireya yelled as he tried to put pressure on my wound. “It doesn't hurt that bad, please take care of Neteyam first!” I said , looking at teyam.. My world was crumbling… “Oh..Teyam.. it's okay please dont sleep” I said, holding his face to mine. “ It’s gone through..” Jake said as Neytiri looked at her Son who was dying.. “no..no.nononono”I yelled as I cupped his face “Y/N i-” he said with now his lifeless eyes. “NETEYAM..NOO” I screamed at the top of my lungs. just like that My world… my lover…my heart shattered.. Before I could finish thinking I tried to stand up.. Sharp pain hitting my legs as I fell to the ground and onto the sharp rocks. “No..” Neytiri held me close to her. “I CAN'T LOSE 2 I CAN'T” Neytiri cried out holding my body.. i was like her daughter adopted in the family… adopted by them.. “ Y/N NO!” Tsireya cried out holding my hand..while hugging Lo’ak one side.

“I’m tired..” looking down i saw it wasn't just a wound… it was multiple.. a shot through my stomach, upper leg and chest hitting my ribcage “Please Y/N look at me” Jake said cupping my cheek.

“Look at me Y/N .. Majake do something.” she cried out as Jake moved to holding his Mate in pain, I looked around me one last time.. before shutting my eyes.

“Cmon Y/N” Neteyam said to me running through the forest “Hey! I’m not that fast Teyam” Little me said running after him. Soon we reached the pond and I took a seat next to the waterfall. It was our favorite place to relax and enjoy life. “just like you said! right by the rocks” Neteyam smiled at his father Jake removing the arrow in the fish.

Suddenly Jake started crying as Neytiri came from behind the tree’s “Why are you crying dad?” an older version of Neteyam appeared and I became older as well standing in the water with my feet playing with the fish. “I’m just happy to see you two,” he smiled as I waved to him, busy catching fish. Neteyam looked at me struggling as he felt a tint of darker blue on his cheeks. “I made her a gift, should i give it to her?” He smiled at his father with his mother sitting next to each other. They both nodded and held each other's hands.

Neteyam walked slowly to me “Hey i have something for you..” He gave me a handmade necklace.``i- It's beautiful thank you!” I smiled hugging him as he pulled me close.

The 2 of them smiled at us watching the scene unfold before their eyes. “They're with Eywa now..” Neytiri cried, smiling at Jake

“Life is a wonder, but death is a gift.”

More Avatar stories i wrote ? check my List out <3

#atwow x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar 2 #atwow neteyam #atwow angst #angst #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #sully family #avatar x y/n #neteyam angst

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burgycreeper405-blog · 1 year ago

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*passes the microphone to you* so what is your fav ii dark fic about m8

super duper glad tou asked and didn't have to make you asked that bcuz no one was asking me about it/hj djfh

but my fav darkfic is simple actually

it's about mephone4

shocker i know sjdhsj

i started reading this when i wasnt even that into mephone yet lol

i was still doing the mp4 stock image meme dance lol

i m very sad that im not sure if this would get updated cuz this was published in april and updated in april, just a few days and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i am hurt in two ways jfhdjddj

caution, there are gorey stuffs there that even if there's tags there, it still shooketh me that i was like, *"holy sh1t, what am i reading?!"* (but not in a negative way) snfhsjf

like it went from 1 - 100 real quick (spoilers, or, warning,, it's about a animal that made me go "wtf" bcuz they're robots, it's fine lmao, but animals mmmmmmmm not sure about that sirmadam djdhsjj, and it's in chapter 4)

anyways, my explanation is gonna be very messy and short so bare with me here, i just wanna get this out now bcux most darkfics are just bad/mid/weird

so, this fic is mostly a what if/au

and that what if is a "what if mp4 failed to escape meeple hq" and ii doesnt exist bcuz, mp4 never escaped,, and the sad part about it is mp4 doesnt try to escape again bcux he forgot about it, cobs made him forget everything that makes mp4 want to leave

did i mention cobs is an absolute bastard here/neg didhjs

like dude, at the start of the fic, he is drunk, and he gave mp4 a smol task

but mp4 failed that task and since he was hella drunk, he smashed mp4 using a wrench, almost breaking him permanently

the brotherly bond of 4 nd 4s really makes it feel all wowie zowie, the author wrote them greatly like holy crap bruv

there's more in that fic, i think theres like 9 chapters and it took me 2 hours to read it in one go djdha

and i think that's the end of my explanation bcux my brain is all over the place rn and i just wanna get this out so bad

i might add more in the future but sheezus, yall should read it if you haven't/nf

i want it to continue so bad but i think it’s forgotten maybe,, hopefully not cuz it was just getting more juicier jhgfj

long story short, i love this fic and im still geeking out about it, i hope i can do fanart for this soon bcux i very much want to but brain says do it later, and you should read it/nf

#burgy talks #inanimate insanity

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silver-wield · 2 years ago

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Ffxvi ending spoilers

I'll tag this too, but this is your warning, I'm about to rant about the ending.

Because I didn't like it.

Lemme preface by saying I loved the game! Love Clive, Jill and everyone else in the cast, except Annabel, she's a bitch and deserves to die. Main story is great, sidequests great, combat is fun and it's great. Except the ending.

It's one thing to pepper hints throughout the story when you have a hero who maybe hasn't done as much to earn the definitive ending you, as a player, expect, and wind up with some ambiguity as to their fate.

It's totally okay to have secondary characters' fates left up in the air and wondering what became of them because they are not your primary hero.

It is not fucking okay to throw out not one, not two, but four ambiguous ending hooks when a hero such as Clive has literally done everything humanly possible to earn the kind of ending you see in ffix, with our hero returning home to his loved ones.

Onto the actual ending. Last chance to dip.

No pics except at the end, but I will be describing what happened.

Last chance fr

Can't say I didn't warn yall.

After Clive defeats Ultima and destroys the crystal, we pull back to see it crumble. Now, if you were going for an ambiguous ending, at this point you would leave Clive there and not return. It's a stupidly high drop and it would leave his fate literally up in the air.

Nope. We see he survives the thousands of feet fall into the ocean and makes it to shore.

We rejoice, believing he'll be okay and keep his promise to Jill to return and actually save himself along with everyone else like she's been begging him this whole time.

Haha, you thought.

Clive attempts to use magic, only for his hand to petrify. He smiles, knowing he's succeeded for definite. And then come some last words as he stares at the star he recalls Jill making a wish on, and his hand falls to the sand in the typical symbolism for death, which we've seen multiple times not only in this game but across FF.

Cut to Jill, staring at the star, which winks out of existence. She bursts into tears and runs to the deck, fearful it means Clive's dead. Torgal howls, mourning his master, and that should be clue enough that Clive is dead because Torgal never gave up looking for Clive all the years they were apart.

Then, comes the pathetic trope of the "light of hope" as the sun rises, and we see Jill's tears stop as she looks at the horizon.

I saw someone say they spent a stupid amount of time looking for a boat and claiming Clive is rowing back to her, but you have to look reaaaaaaally hard to see it. That's because there is no boat. There is no boat.

Jill is recalling her own words and hoping Clive will return to her just like the sun rises, and that's what we're supposed to cling to. Her words, along with all the other "hints" left along the way about Clive saving himself, how he should hang up his sword and pick up a quill (and I'll get to that in a second) and all the plans he makes for a life once things are over are meant to make us hopeful he's alive, despite the previous scene of deathly symbolism.

Then come the credits. No, we didn't see anybody else at the Hideaway besides a short moment with Gav, Mid and Edda, so literally everyone's fate across the realm is left open ended, which is so fucking unsatisfying. As unsatisfying as the ending to ffxv when we see empty landscapes because most of the fucking population across the planet is dead bar a few pathetic survivors huddled in Lestalum, who we don't even see enjoying the "new light of hope" because apparently a view of a barren landscape is meant to be good enough (and then came the dlc with one alt ending and a novel with a "definitive" ending that erases the original canon one because they fucked up so much they couldn't even work out how to end the damn game. Showing a mostly dead world with a "hopeful sunrise" ain't it. Nobody's alive to enjoy the fucking hope!)

Anyway, this is not a ffxv rant, so moving on. After the credits is a short scene of a beautiful cottage surrounded by greenery and flowers with two boys and a smol dog. The elder boy has Clive's dark hair and the younger has Joshua's hair colour. They're doing chores without magic and lamenting that magic and eikons are fairytales and Clive's favourite play makes a reference as well.

We end on a book written by Joshua Rosfield that depicts the war of eikons that the boys are pretending to play out in the garden.

And that's our fourth "did he live?" moment, using Harpocrates words about picking up a quill, and taking on his dead brother's name so it might always be remembered the way he took Cid's name on, Clive writes about his people's deeds. But did he? Or was it one of the Undying who penned it and listed Joshua, their lord, as the author?

But you know what? I don't give a fuck about some distant future where Clive's efforts pay off and the world is free and safe. It was a fucking given that would work out.

What I cared about and wanted to see was the characters I cared about being free and safe.

Throwing some NPC children with Clive and Joshua's hair colours at us as some consolation prize while Clive finished either dead or unconscious alone on a beach and Jill is sobbing is not the ending any of us laboured for. We have no attachment to these children, and the weird fucking hint about reincarnation or whatever that was, is fucking stupid and undermines everything about them living and dying on their own terms. The idea that Clive and Joshua, having been imbued with the power of the phoenix will rise again in some distant and free land, undermines everything they did in destroying magic and eikons and crystals. It's not a good enough ending when it comes off the back of the absolute fuck all that came before the credits and reincarnations were never introduced as a concept in the entire game.

Maybe if they showed Clive alive and reunited with his loved ones it would be a further heartwarming moment to see his and Joshua's souls together in another life. Their bond is such a huge part of what makes the story so damn good, but as it is, it feels cheap and flatter than a pancake to end like this.

It's clear the devs teams eyes are on future dlc to pick up where this "ending" left off and hopefully provide the fulfillment we expected, but to have the canon ending at this point of their next gen mainline FF game be so disappointing and low note just isn't good enough.

And people can say there's hints all over and we just need to look, but after everything Clive went through, we deserved a little more certainty of his survival.

All we needed was a boat on the horizon.

#ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #final fantasy xvi spoilers #final fantasy 16 spoilers

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ovenstavern · 8 months ago

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oh. my. goodness. its like 3am in my area and i just finished a nightlong binge on the manhwa, Secret Alliance by Creator Lero. if i had to put it into a genre, i’d say its a psychological thriller, and…

ho. ly. shit.

i was never a visual novel or “comics” person, but holy fuck. this blew me away. i discovered a tik tok about it, with the nutshell plot of “stalker crossdresses as a girl to stalk his object of attraction, who is afraid of men” and quickly gained an interest. but as i read further into the manhwa, it was so much more than that.

before i get into the details, i warn that the manhwa has dark topics such as stalking, obsession, attempted suicide, assault, sexual harassment, and trauma. the ramble (and spoilers) is gonna be below the cut. stay safe and healthy yall

okay. ho. ly. shit.

so, i don’t even know where to begin. the first few chapters introduce our main characters, eun sian and chae “yuri”. right off the bat, you quickly realize eun sian’s intense fear of men. you can already tell that she has some trauma with men, and as you continue to read, you find that her paranoid mother perpetuates and reinforces that fear; a helicopter parent to the extreme.

not only that, you can immediately detect that something isnt quite right with chae yuri (even before it was revealed he was a guy).

i dont really wanna explain the whole story in its entirety, as i believe its a story best experienced. but what i will go into is the amount of love that was poured into this story. it still astounds me

the characters are complex, and their personalities and actions are deeply rooted in the trauma that they went through. eun sian and chae yuri’s relationship is so toxic and wrought with manipulation and co-dependent, and it was written so well. it beautifully illustrates how two people that come from two different, but toxic households often can find themselves in a toxic relationship for the both of them, as they have no other reference for love.

and speaking of relationships, yujin’s and eun sian’s relationship makes me want to squeal and giggle and they’re just so cute!! i loveee at the beginning, yujin subverts our expectations and ends up being a playboy who loves the feeling of being wanted. it gives him sm room for development, and makes his relationship with eun sian so much sweeter.

yujin and eun sian make a deal that he helps her get over her fear of men, while eun sian helps yunjin get together with chae yuri. in the earliest stages of their relationship, you can tell that yujin was able to ground eun sian and reassure her when needed. even beneath his playboy exterior, his caring nature shone through, especially for her. meanwhile, eun sian makes yujin want to be better for her (and if you seen a very old post, you know how i feel about that). i loved their friendship at the beginning, and i loved their romance at the end. they’re so healthy for each other and im glad they got together in the end

and speaking of the ending?????? sjdkdndkddjjdksjdsknsnz. i loved it so. much. it was just so fulfilling. i won’t spoil it, but it touched my soul to its very core, and i couldnt think of a more satisfying note to leave it off of.

the depiction of trauma felt very realistic and well written too. eun sian’s breakdowns felt so well done, and not once did it feel like the story was calling her “crazy” or “hysterical” even if other characters told her that she was. and actually, all the relationships felt so realistic, its astounding.

and the character development was so… empowering. it was amazing to watch the moments eun sian take back the parts of herself that her abusers took, it was amazing to watch yujin transform from a playboy to a golden retriever boyfriend. i just… love love love!!

i do wish they delved into yujin’s backstory a lil more, gave hyunee (the best friend) a more influential role, and did some more with yunjin’s blackmail when he found out about chae yuri, but all in all, i loved it. i started reading at 11, and kept reading til 3. its an absolute page turner, and extreme kudos to the artist(s) and writer(s)! you have my respect

to those who want to read it, the sites i read the manhwa either has a subscription service, or an insane amount of porn ads and porn pop up browser tabs. just for viewer discretion. if it sounds like yall can deal, please read! you won’t regret it. ill definitely be revisiting this manhwa again and again. its that good

have a wonderful day yall! im finally gonna get some sleep

#secret alliance #oven ramble #manhwa #eun sian #yunjin #chae yuri

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years ago

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fic rec friday 21

welcome to the twenty-first fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Most Artists are Messy by @shipsgalore

Lance is drawing a complicated flower on the base of Keith’s wrist and it makes his lips pull up into a smile despite the panic. They’re always flowers when it comes to Lance. He uses them in everything he does, and usually doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Keith can count on one hand how many times the doodles on his arms haven’t been of flowers.

i love this one because keith & lance are just blatantly and clearly autistic. it’s wonderful. it’s sweet and fluffy and it’s a modern au, which as y’all know is my jam, and the last few paragraphs do this specific thing with sentiment repetition that genuinely gets to me every time

2. Be Alive With Me Tonight by @caesaria [EXPLICIT] [ABO]

When the Blade of Marmora requests assistance on an information gathering mission, Lance and Keith go undercover as a bonded alpha and omega pair. At first, it seems like this is going to be more like a vacation than a mission – right up until everything falls apart and they realize how unprepared they really are. Now, Lance and Keith have to fight to not only survive, but to make it out together. They’ll have to rely not only on their skills as Paladin, but the bond they’ve created and nurtured between them.

okay i gave this one the explicit warning bc there are chapters that are explicit, but tbh the scenes are skippable if that’s not ur thing. now this fic is an EPIC. truly. its a quarter million words and the plot is breathtaking, the worldbuilding is iconic and the romance is like HOLY SHIT. this is a novel, and better yet its a KLANCE novel, so. highly recommend if you have a day or two to read.

3. roses by @renyoi

Lance is always getting flowers for Keith, so Keith decides to return the favor--with a little help, of course.

written for prompt #4 of klance valentine's week!

keith is hilarious here. just in general but here especially and i love him. he wants to pamper lance so so badly and hes so straightforward and earnest!! and allura’s character in here is also excellent. i will leave u with this one line from the fic that made me laugh it loud: “ The next day, the sun rises to Keith Kogane, dressed all in black (that’s all that was clean, okay?!), loitering around in front of Alluring Blossom, the 5-star-rated “I’ve never had such a delightful bouquet delivered to me in my entire life!” flower shop of a woman named Allura Altea. Keith automatically trusted her because he loves people that also have alliteration in their names. “ king. love him

4. here it comes by rideahorse

Keith watched a lonely droplet of water fall from Lance’s soaked bangs, curving a path over the bridge of his nose and then pooling—almost teasingly so—at the bow of his lips.

“I feel like I won, for some reason,” Lance said quietly.

what have i told yall about fics from 2016!!! this fic made me SMILE and im not usually a fan of like senior year of high school fics but holy shit!! holy SHIT!! this fic had me smiling and kicking my feet and losing my mind. i will leave u with the note i put on my bookmark (spoiler warning):

a couple things: 1. “lance is a bad influence” and “lance is a pretty princess (tm)” are god tier tags so thanks for that 2. keith with a tongue piercing. must i say more. 3. i miss keith gyeong that was an excellent era 4. the couple tattoo moment had me taking a Moment 5. here’s how i imagine the aftermath of this: shiro: i saw u ditched prom. are you okay? keith: yeah actually! lance convinced me that we have to have a wild final night, so we went to a High School Party (tm), i decked a guy for lance and your honour, we panic drove away, went skinny dipping in a pool, got caught, ran away naked for two blocks, went to sonic in another town, got matching tattoos, fucked in the backseat of my car, and watched the sunrise :)) shiro: shiro: shiro: shiro: i’m sorry. what were those last parts keith: yeah i know you really like sunrises we probably should have invited you :// but it was kind of an us thing i’m sure you understand :) shiro: KEITH

anyways i laughed

5. if silence was a song by @angstinspace

“It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already. “I guess I was just wondering why that is.”

A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks. Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.

But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.

“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”

or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance's college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.

@catnippackets did a comic of this i believe, and it literally never leaves my head. yall know the trope where one person gets a phone call and halfway through they sigh wistfully and say “god i wish you were here” and then the other person smiles so viscerally it can be felt through the phone and they say “look behind you” and theyre THERE?????? that makes me lose it every time. i love this fic

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#god fic rec friday is so healing 4 me #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #keith #klance #brown-eyed lance #autistic keith #autistic lance #keith gyeong #lance sanchez #modern au #canon divergence #fic rec #fic rec friday

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smilingangel582 · 1 year ago

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Who am I to deny a request... anyway, yall better send me any requests u need....I'll try my best!!

Warning spoilers alert watch or read the manga Oshi no ko

Just to see that smile

"Aqua-kun, you seem distracted?"

Eating his parfait, he noticed she had just begun to speak after a gentle stroll around the amusement park. He and Akane just got on their first date, and it was turning out pretty good, though he hadn't intended to be this intimate with her.

"Oh, no... just wondering"

Akane tilted her head now munching the cream "...about?"

He realised he almost let slipped crucial information about his plan, shaking his head. He managed a smile to make her see "Yeah never mind that, where else should we go?"

Huffing, there's a cute pout she managed to reflect for the first time in front of him without acting as Ai Hoshino "There you go again..."

"What?"

"That smile, it's so forced... why...? You always look so sad"

The words somewhat irritated him, and he sighed, stopping his pace for a moment to face her "Well it's not like I don't enjoy it. it's my way... sorry about that"

Her pout contorted to concern, did she go too far and ruined the mood?

Still, she should be able to do something about that bitter look. He's got a lovely face so the least he could do he be happy and create a nice expression for her.

Looking back at the amusement park, she cast her seagreen eyes towards the ferris wheel "Hey forget it, let's ride the ferris wheel, I hope you aren't afraid of heights"

"I have no objection"

They began taking more photos but this time Akane was enjoying her time with him, mostly because she intended to make him laugh one way or another.

"Look at this." she showed a funny cat video on her phone, and he looked at it. Seeing how it was a sweet attempt to lighten the mood, he gave a gentle smile

Close enough but not what she wanted.

Next, she would pull some funny faces to tease him. In fact, it was kind of a terrible attempt. Instead, he was confused. "Are you alright?"

She puffed her cheeks "Aaah I give..."

"Give up on what?"

"You're pretty tough, I tried to make you laugh, but you didn't."

He put two to two and then widened his eyes in realisation. He ruffled his own hair with slightly awkwardness. "I... I'm sorry, I guess my mood did affect you too, but trust me, your efforts were not in vain"

He grinned now, something better... she blushed as he looked very handsome. She wondered if its real or if its just acting. If it's acting he surpassed man actors.

She hummed now, ready to give up, but then another idea popped to her head. He watched her raised her wrists now clawing them "Oh but I got one more trick up my sleeve"

He was still puzzled but then yelped when she dug her fingers on his waist. He was squirming to escape now. The ferris wheel they were on was only a trap for Aqua. He did not expect her to resort to this. He blushed now. "Hohold ohohon... wehehe're ihin publihic!"

"It's revenge for being such a party pooper" Akane snickered now pushing her fingers up his ribs knowing they were bad enough for someone like him.

"Eh, the great Aqua-kun is actually ticklish?"

"OK OK, cuhuhut it out nohohow!" He giggled now, curling to the corner, trying hard not to let out anymore embarrassing sounds.

She hit wrongs spots every time he tried to escape.

"Wait did you snort?"

"Nononononohoho THhahHahts bAHAHAD!"

"You're ribs? Huh, funny. I realised the backs are more sensitive than the fronts... strange"

Aqua arched his back. His thoughts were a chaotic mess. So far, only Ruby and Ai had driven him crazy like this.

"Ah... this spot looks nice too" Akane devilishly kneaded the top ribs that were behind but close to his underarms. It was the last straw... he can't win against this teasing and torment.

"IHIHI NOHOHO! WAHAHAIT, TIME OUT! FOHOHOR REHEHEAL AHAHAKNE SAHAHAN!"

She listened now and backed off with giggles tumbling from her own lips. She hadn't expected him to be this sensitive.

"It's... kind of cute" she said as he straightened up covering his face with embarrassment. She poked his stomach to get him to show thst face and he did revealed a rather roused and ruffled expression, something she never saw in him before.

She felt her own cheeks heat up.

"As long as you don't post anything about what happened at the ferris wheel just now..." he said in a shakey voice,"...we're cool"

Before he could hear her reply, she leaned forward, pressing her warm lips to his own. It was a brief but delicate kiss that even Aqua wasn't ready for.

She looked away now with a smile. "You look adorable when you laugh... so you should do it more."

She added, alluring him while licking her lips. "It's payback for last time... at love now. " her eyes suddenly shone like stars with perspiring brightness in that beautiful pool of emotions.

He was startled, feeling the heat restrain his own cheeks much longer. He looked down now, silent but also much subtle. "Y-yeah... um, thanks..."

He turned to look at her one last time... was it because she was good as Ai, or was it her own charisma?

He didn't know what this sensation was... this fuzzy warmth. Somehow, it feels dangerous...

#lee!aqua #tickle fic #cute #ler!akane #oshi no ko tickle fic #oshi no ko #aqua hoshino #akane kurokawa

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Would the slashers get married/have kids (if so, how many?)

you pick whomever

Slashers on Marriage and Kids

Here's a link to the Ghostface post

Fem leaning reader but the marriage part can be gender neutral. If yall want anymore slashers, feel free to let me know. 😀 I know technically Wesker isn't a slasher but I'm in a mood 😅

Warnings: Canon typical violence (not towards reader or kids), some angst / spoilers for Jesse, mentions of baby trapping for Asa and Wesker, mentions of childhood abuse from the Sinclair brothers (not towards their own kids tho)

Michael Myers (RZ!)

Michael isnt into marriage as a concept because of his childhood and for the fact that hes surprised to have you as a partner because he's "pure evil, the shape of Haddonfield" its not in his plans. Legally, you cannot marry Michael because he's an escaped killer that's supposed to be institutionalized.

The closest thing you get to a marriage from Michael is the both of you living at your house as significant others.

I hope you don't mind a domesticated role in the relationship (like a house wife/ house husband even though you do work a job). Michael has been locked up for most his life, he doesn't know how to do a lot of the things we take for granted like how to cook actual food instead of eating candy.

Pregnancy with RZ! Michael would be an accident rather than planned. (I.E. unprotected sex or forgetting to take birth control for a day) His response to your pregnancy would be interesting because he has no reaction to you carrying his child until you start to show your pregnancy.

Michael becomes more primal and protective over you. He tries to keep any messes he has from his murders a minimum and would stay around you even more than before because you're fragile in his eyes.

Amount of kids he wants: Only 1, I just don't see him wanting anymore than his one kid.

Michael Myers (Original)

Like RZ! Michael, og Michael wouldn't be into marriage but his reason is because Og Michael simply hasn't thought about being married to anyone.

The closest to having a marriage like relationship with Michael would be him staying at your house and you being alive. If you're really lucky, he would stalk you while you're away from the Myers house to make sure you're safe.

You're going to have to be the one who does the cooking and cleaning. Michael's diet is not the best (with eating rats and dogs) please feed him some cooked food.

Your pregnancy wasn't planned. You expected that from the amount of times you and Michael had fucked that you would be pregnant sooner.

Michael would be on the distant side during your pregnancy at first. You could tell that he's still protecting you/ stalking you while you're out of the house. Once the news settled into his mind, you can see parts of him showing he accepts the fact that he's going to be a father. (He's the man that would have his hands on your bump while you're sleeping because of 1. His primal instinct to protect you and his kid and 2. Feeling the movements from the womb calms him down)

Amount of kids he wants: 1, Michael is a one and done kind of guy.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas grew up with the traditional values of a southern man; get married, have a couple kids, and live a simple life. Before being with you, Thomas gave up on that hope because for one, he knows his face can scare people off- and secondly, he has his family to take care of and support.

When Thomas was ready to ask for your hand for marriage, Luda helped him set up a nice intimate purposal. The ring was either taken from a victim or Luda's wedding ring. The wedding for the two of you was small, simple wedding outside with only just his family and the both of you.

Thomas would try to be a great husband for you and help out with any chores you missed and be that emotional support when you need it. For the most part, he loves a domesticated spouse who does things for him because they love him and want him to be healthy and happy.

Your pregnancy was planned in the aspects of the both of you are married and actively trying to convince a child. He was over the moon when you told him about you being pregnant. He does have insecurities and fears that his kids are going to be scared of him or end up with his condition.

After soothing his concerns, Thomas is hands down one of the best slashers to have. He would sew maternity clothes/ baby clothes for you, always fret about you doing alot of house work (especially when you get closer to your due date), build a crib and other toys for his kid.

Amount of kids he wants: at least 3 or 4, Thomas is open to having more children if you wanted a big family.

Bo Sinclair

Bo personally doesn't see himself being into marriage because of the life he lives in Ambrose.

Bo would thrive with a "housewife" spouse (it doesn't matter your gender, he enjoys the doting house spouse aesthetic. More likely that he doesn't want you to be hurt by potential victims.)

It takes a lot for him to want to make things legally official with you. He usually uses you being his significant other in the way of "I'm happily married" or "that's my husband/ wife." If you're lucky, Bo might have a small wedding in the church with just you,him, his brothers, and some of the wax sculptures (if you're into that kinda thing).

Bo has had some thoughts about having children with you but with his childhood abuse, he has a lot of self doubts about being a father. When you announced your pregnancy to him, Bo was in shock.

It takes a bit of time for Bo to get used to the fact that he's going to be a father. He becomes more protective over you to the point where the last part of your pregnancy, he wouldn't want you out of the house because of the potential threat from the victims. He wouldn't want you and his child to get hurt.

Amount of kids he wants: 1 or 2. I don't see Bo being into having a large family.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent, similiar to Thomas wouldn't see himself being married because of his face. Although the childhood he's had wasn't as bad as Bo or Lester, he still faced a shitty childhood.

It would take alot for Vincent to open himself up to find love or to want to be married. He tends to not take care of himself while focusing on making "new wax sculptures". I can see him thriving off of someone who does simple things for him like trying to coax an obviously sleep deprived Vincent to go sleep, or make him snacks for him. It's the small things that he appreciates from his significant other.

He also does small things that shows you that you're valued as his spouse. (I.e. making you little wax figurines, picnics in the woods together, or it can be as simple as cuddling each other in your shared bed.)

Conceiving a child would be a freak occurrence because it would be during one of the very few times that you

When he found out that he was going to he a father, anxiety was the main issue. Vincent was anxious about his kids being scared of his face and afraid that he wouldn't look "normal" enough for his kids. By the time you get close to giving birth, Vincent would cut back on his work to be there with you to make sure you don't over do the chores.

Amount of kids he wants: 2 or 3, he doesn't want too many children because of how dangerous Ambrose is for babies and small kids.

Lester Sinclair

Out of the Sinclairs, I see Lester being the one who fantasize about marriage the most. Just like his older brothers, Lester doesn't see himself being married before meeting you, only fantasizing about coming home to a happy spouse looking forward to seeing him.

Being married to Lester would probably be the most normal out of the Sinclairs. You occasionally see Bo and Vincent but it's mostly just you and Lester with Jonesy.

On a normal day where he's not luring potential victims to Ambrose, he enjoys having you in his truck while he's working with roadkill. It tickles him with how someone like you actually is happily married to him.

Conversations about starting a family has been brought up throughout your marriage. The both of you wanted kids but it wasn't a pressure to have kids right away. The pregnancy would be a happy surprise for Lester. (Lester would have the most positive reaction out of his brothers)

Lester would be the kind of man who would be super excited about the process of your pregnancy. From remodeling some of the old baby furniture, all the way to making scrapbooks with as much memories/ information about each child/ pregnancy. He wants his kids to have the things that his parents never did for him. (I.e. emotionally and actually neglecting Lester during his childhood.)

Amount of kids he wants: 3 or 4, enough to have a larger family but not too many kids where his kids would feel neglected by the both of you.

Asa Emory

Asa is a highly private man, keeping every aspect of his life separated from each other. I do believe that he would see marriage as a way to throw the cops off his trail. It would be rare for him to actually want marriage after his childhood.

Being married to Asa would be most similar to being married to Jed Olsen from my last post. Cold, lonely, and overall isolating marriage. You either know about his secret and support it (or forced to keep quiet out of fear) or you're comp oblivious over what he does while you're home.

You would most likely either be a house spouse role, being the doting spouse of the mysterious entomologist professor. Or you would have your own career, making the time alone a bit easier to cope with.

I don't see Asa wanting kids for a normal, healthy reason. The pregnancy would be either a complete "accident" (i.e. him forgetting to wear a condom) or more so him getting you pregnant to keep up with his facade or to make sure to keep you around to not speak his secret.

Emotionally, he would be the worst at supporting you but he does make sure you have what you would need throughout your pregnancy and raising his kid. Eventually, Asa would attempt to be there for his kid more in a faternal role, especially if they start having interests in bugs.

Amount of kids he wants: 1, Asa is a "one and done" kind of guy.

Jesse cromeans

Because of what happened to his late wife, it takes a while for Jesse to remarry. Especially with how he isn't able to have a normal facade because of his face. Being in a relationship with you made him realize that you're his second chance with being married.

Its most certainly that you know at least something about his Chromeskull side. Whether it's knowing vague information about it or knowing just about everything about Chromeskull.

Marriage to Jesse can be lonely and scary because of how shit can hit the fan quickly in his line of work. To make up for the time Jesse spends away from you, he definitely makes it up to you once he's home (i.e. buying you expensive things, spending one on one time with you, even sex if you want it)

The pregnancy was completely planned for when both you and him were ready. It takes Jesse a long time to want to have children of his own because of him mourning the loss of his first born. He doesn't want anything like that to happen again.

During your pregnancy, Jesse would be highly alert and making sure both you and the baby is safe by giving you the best of doctors, prenatal care, all the way to making sure you're not over working yourself and eating the foods that's good for pregnancy.

Amount of kids he wants: 1 or 2. He might be alright with having a couple more kids but he would be happy with 2 kids.

Albert Wesker

Marriage with Albert is a thing that he's indifferent about if you're talking about a younger Wesker. Older! Wesker on the other hand wouldn't be concerned about marriage at all, he has better things to worry about than an insignificant thing.

Being a private man, his team would barely know anything about you. They know you're his spouse and what you looked like from the photo on his desk. They also occasionally see you around with a bag of food for him to eat during his lunch break.

Wesker would be the best worst husband ib my opinion. He wouldn't be around often because of how chaotic his career tends to be, so you'll be on your own for the most part and you can't do much given how it's dangerous for you to be out in public (both as a human surviving zombies and as the spouse of Wesker). He often times shows a more tender side to you once it's just you and him at your shared house, you helping him from not working himself to death- more so often, having him go to bed with you to ensure he gets rested. That is when he's most tender.

I don't see him desiring children at first, focusing on his career more than the basic things like starting a family. Wesker would only have a kid or two to benefit him (spreading his "superior" genetics with uroboros or to keep you from potentially leaving him) more so wanting to be a father.

He would still work during your pregnancy but when he's home with you, he tends to be quite protective over you to the point he always has someone with you when he's gone. Wesker would be the best worst father in the way of he will support the dreams of his kids but he also expects them to be perfect or close to it.

Amount of kids he wants: 2 or 3, anything passed that would be too dangerous for him and the kids.

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