#hairpins and dead ends

[imaluvsj7]

緑 ──── SECRET GLANCES & SWEET CONFESSIONS ; sunghoon enhypen

SYNOPSIS: sunghoon has a deep rooted crush on the reader but is too afraid to confess

GENRE : fluff ; WC: 1,403

WARNINGS : english is not my first language, not proofread yet, mention of reader being a little shorter than hoon, stalking term mentioned only once but there is no stalking plot in the story, that's all ig please inform if you find any.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

written in second person pov:

Entering the class you look out for your table where you usually sit only to see, Jake sitting there. Which was weird since you guys had your own fixed places, not through the professors but due to the daily sitting arrangements and habits.

Shrugging the thoughts you make your way to the last bench while getting comfortable you remove your required materials for the respective class.

Soon the profesor walks in and starts to teach while everyone follows him noting down whatever he was teaching but to be (not so) unknownst there was a pair of eyes who was busy admiring diagonally a certain person rather than focusing in front of him.

That certain person was you while the curious pair of eyes belonged to Sunghoon, the shy but loud introvert of the class. He was busy admiring the details of your today's hairpins and the style of outfit you chose to wear.

Admiring from afar Sunghoon did realize after noticing for months, how you love to style your outfits and add some accessories. Some days they are pearl jewelleries, other days it's a bow but today it was a cat paw printed hairpin.

At this point Sunghoon knows your favorite food from the cafeteria but he is still curious about what you like outside the cafeteria. Sunghoon knows your favorite subject, Sunghoon knows your favorite book from the library, Sunghoon knows everything you like or dislike during college hours.

Although he never tried to look out after college hours to not make you uncomfortable or put himself as a stalker but he was curious how you live outside the college, surely he was a whipped guy but way too scared to make a move.

His bestfriends, Jake and Jay tried to convince him and motivate him to confess or maybe just make a small move but he becomes a stuttering mess as soon as he speaks about you— oh the flushing cheeks oh his that turn crimson red when you both make eye contact.

The reason Jake sat on your seat was to give Sunghoon and opportunity to talk to you but the guy was lost between the overflowing river of thoughts. He wondered if anyone knew about his ‘admiration’ for you.

But only if he knew, it was not unknown to anyone in the class that Sunghoon has a deep rooted crush on you, even you know. It was pretty obvious, he was really bad at hiding through that toothy grin which showed his natural fangs and flushed cheeks.

Some people even questioned why he was stuck at you but couldn't make a move, don't think it in a negative way. It wasn't anything related to your popularity or face but many people liked him and some also had a crush on him not only for his visuals but his kind gestures. He ended up politely rejecting them.

People were just curious and concerned if he doesn't make a move then what if he loses the opportunity to be with you. Sometimes these thoughts scare him too, what if you end up liking someone else. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts aside while focusing on you— opps, your hairpins.

Feeling someone's gaze on your back you turn your head and catch yourself in eye contact with Sunghoon, who soon lowers his head with a flushed cheeks feeling embarrassed getting caught. Soon he scratches his adam apple while looking up only to realize this time you're looking at him.

‘Hi’ – you whisper to him while slightly waving your hand along with a small smile that lights up Sunghoons eyes. His eyes began to sparkle, shooting you his toothy grin showing his fangs while returning your small wave muttering a small ‘hi’ while his cheeks flushed crimson red.

Your smile widens into a grin while raising your left eyebrow at him, he shakes his head in response, his grin never fading. You turn your back at him while his eyes lose the sparkles and his grin turns into a flat line.

Soon his grin returns after you look at him but this time throwing a small piece of paper ball near his foot pointing him to pick it up. ‘Meet me after the class ends in the lobby’ — the paper read. Sunghoons ear turns deep red while he looks up and nods his head at you.

Impatiently waiting for the class to end he bounces his leg, as soon as the bell rings and the professor leaves he jolts from his seat while walking into the lobby waiting for you to come outside.

Arriving in the lobby you search for him soon meeting his eyes, ‘Shall we go to the parking lot, the lobby is very noisy?’- you ask him the question after reaching him. He looks behind you to inform Jake about his absence but the boy who was observing the scene already along with Jay who has walked out of his own class, they both eagerly nod their head for whatever reason while Jake squeals for his friend with his big smile.

‘Sure’- is all he mutters as you grab his wrist and walk down to the parking lot while Sunghoon looks at his wrist blinking to make sure he is not dreaming. Soon after arriving at the parking lot you make him stand near your car while looking at his height.

“I'm not gonna twist my words so let's talk straight Sunghoon”- your statement settles a negative feeling in his stomach but he nods his head. “Till when are you gonna keep looking at me in every corner of college or you are going to make a move I'm tired of waiting okay.” His eyes widen at your boldness but he soon smiles and says “Uhh,,,, you know about my admiration.”

“You stupid — you flick his forehead with your fingers while he winces and rubs his forehead — me, you and everyone in our class knows about your obvious ‘admiration’ which you can call crush you know.”

“Oh,,, so do you,,,you know,,, you also” there he goes as a stuttering mess in front of you. “Before my answer I want you to finish your sentence and tell me how you feel while looking at me.”- you demand while looking at him with a small frown and a small pout.

“I have seen and observed and even some of our classmates have told me but I want your words Sunghoon, I need the confirmation before we move forward with anything.” - sensing your concern he quickly clears his throat and gains his confidence and looks at you properly while slowly holding your hand in his.

“___ I have liked you for almost a year now, sounds pathetic I know but I never dared to make a move because I was shy to stand near you and say anything but I really admire you, I always want to know you and your habits outside college. I want to be the person you send your daily ootds and ask me for the hidden details in them. I want to be the person you feel proud to call your boyfriend. I know I have my flaws but I can always work on them if you want to help me. I will try my best to be the best version of myself for us. Please give me a chance and accept me as your boyfriend.”

His eyes shine with tears of relief, he has finally confessed his feelings for you. He looks at your smile while you place your hand on his cheeks wiping his tears away. “Why are you crying oh my god you are adorable and of course I want you to be my boyfriend. Gosh I was waiting for this day. I like you too hoonie.” “Thank you for waiting for me”- he says softly while trying to reach out for a hug but to make sure you're comfortable.

Observing him you pull him close while hugging him and placing your chin on his chest. You both smile to yourself while not noticing the 2 pairs of eyes who were peeking to look out for his friend but now they both are hugging each other with big grins while Jake puts his phone in his pockets after the recording ends, Jay pulling his hands while they both walk out of the parking lot happy for their bestfriend.

꩜ .ᐟ NOTE : i hope you liked my first written fanfiction i have started writing after approximately 2 years so let's see what's more coming although i will be very slow with postings,,,, also i just wanted this fic to be hoon being a secret admire with title ‘subtle glances’ but here we are i wrote the whole story with a different plot ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

꩜ .ᐟ NOTE : comments to be added into my permanent taglist (i haven't made the taglist yet)

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[chiwhorei]

【 Fᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ. 】

╰┈➤ I found this?? In my drafts??

╰┈➤ Tags: no edit, drabble, NSFW, A/B/O, knotting, pain, pussy-drunk alpha!Kiba x fem reader

I think Kiba would nearly fuck you dead while he’s in heat. his knot would literally tear you in half and he’s always so worried about going too far. If he looses control, he could break you open cunt. first.

And that’s what you seem to want.

The way your pussy stretches to accommodate his fattened shaft makes his eyes gloss over. No one else has ever taken him like this even when he’s not in heat.

He used to fuck you like you were porcelain, bracing for the splintering of glass and never letting himself let go completely. Even on a normal day, Kiba would still the roll of your hips with stern, white-knuckled grip.

“Let’s not bite off more than we can chew, sweetheart.”

His voice barely passes between his teeth, his canines sharp and glinting brightly.

You’d let him eat you alive. And that fucking scares Kiba.

You’ve been flirting with the point of no return for a while now, grinding on his painfully hard cock when his heat comes on. Seeing how far you can push him until he rips you off of his lap and locks himself in another room.

You had to beg him to let you sleep over tonight, promising to tell him if he’s going too far- but nothing of the sort is coming through the unintelligible garble of moans and pleads your lips are spilling.

He’s been lapping at your pussy for what feels like hours, nipping at your sensitive clit with a measured bite- not too hard, he reminds himself. He’s playing with God tonight too.

Eating your pussy is all Kiba’s confident in doing while his heat is pouring molten lava into his veins, but tonight is the worst it’s been in a long time. Even his jaw feels like it’s on a hairpin trigger.

He should have left town, begged you to stay far away. But you wouldn’t have listened, you never do, and fuck, that makes Kiba’s cock pulse.

Your pussy is drowning him, giving and giving with no end in sight. How many times has he felt the spasm of your pussy against his mouth tonight? Kiba’s lost count. It’s only when you start calling out for him that he rips his mouth from your cunt with a growl.

“I need you Kiba, I need you so much it hurts.” The way your voice sounds like a cry for help makes him dizzy.

Even stone sober, Kiba can’t refuse you, he’s holding onto his resolve by his teeth. Your body’s writhing like liquid gold directly under the swollen shaft aching in his sweatpants.

“You know I can’t let you take my knot like this baby.” He’s begging you more than he’s telling you no. Begging you not to ask him again, because he’s running out of control by the second.

“Kiba please..” your voice is a sirens call, the last syllable still at the tip of your tongue as he’s pulling his pants down. His cock is rutty and thicker at the base than you could have imagined.

“If I tear you in half, just know that it’s your fault,” he pushing in as slow as he can, hand shaking a bit as he holds the tip against your twitching little hole.

Kiba lowers to his elbows, trapping you like a fawn in the jowls of a wolf. His teeth are barred as he pushes in, an inch farther, another, until you feel the swell of his base against your lips.

Fuck. You’re tight enough to be lethal. So taughtly stretched around his shaft that it’s almost painful. Kiba pushes his knot in completely, balls slapping against your ass. Your breath catches, eyes rolling to the back of your head and for just a moment Kiba worries he’s earnestly fucked you to death.

But then he feels it, your pussy constricting and relaxing around him like he’s so, so familiar with. Your hips start to buck in search for more. You need more.

“Kiba, fuck me like you’re trying to kill me. Please.”

How’s he supposed to say no to that?

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Oct 18th

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1. itmf fics where jiang yanli becomes the yunmeng jiang sect leader?

the focus doesn’t necessarily have to be on that aspect but i would love to see how that would turn out

thanks!

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, YZY/CSSR/MDM Lan, MingLi, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Live, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, this work contains a major tonal shift, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, not particularly explicit, but not at all ambiguous, PTSD, Only a tiny bit, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL, Asexual Characters, but that’s not really the focus, Canon-Typical Violence, [Podfic] Cold read of Sail Away Sweet Sister by kisahawklin)

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, JYL & LWJ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending)

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 82k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, JC is slowly becoming a good sibling, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX) If the requester doesn't mind a WIP, plans for Jiang Yanli taking over as sect leader begin in chapter 18 of I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me

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2. hi hi! any fics which have the song WangXian as the main focus or play a big part?

hi this is the person who sent the WangXian song ask I forgot to mention that I'd prefer if it was modern au but canon is fine too!

synesthesia by uchiuchi (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

A Wish I Can't Stop Making by Tirielle (T, 51k, XuanLi, WangXian, Memory Loss, Slow Burn, Mystery, Secret Identity, Wishes, Magic, Canon, JYL Lives, JZX Lives, JGY Redemption, Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Hairpins as a metaphor for love, Idiots in Love)

🔒Closer Than Eternity by Netrixie (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, an unhealthy addiction to starbucks, Immortals, cultivation is -kinda- commonplace, Self-Doubt, POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, not for jc fans, This is not a reconciliation fic)

every love story is a ghost story by aisthuu (M, 59k, WangXian, Modern Era, Reincarnation, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Mixed Canon)

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3. Hello, I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before but do you have any fics where Wei Ying dies in the burial mounds and resurrects or ends up puppeting his body with resentful energy? Thanks so much!

🔒 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding) link in #6B Not sure if this counts because WWX is technically dead but also not?

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4. Hello! I was wondering if anyone has seen any fanfic with canon wwx exchanging places with a wwx that had parents? With canon I just mean orphan and preferably without any good/nice yzy, I just really want to see everyone's reactions to how different he would be of he had parents and wwx's reaction to how his parents are but I haven't been able to find anything like that 😞

I would specially love if it's during the crsa but if it's not that's fine!

Thank you! @menimimimeni

in a dream, i was home by thelastdboy (M, 25k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Different First Meeting, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Sentient Burial Mounds, CSSR and WCZ Live, Families of Choice, Protective LWJ, Everybody Lives, Temporary Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Golden Core Reveal, Fluff, Developing Relationship, Wen Remnants Live, WQ Lives, WN Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX)

🔒the world wags on by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 5k, WCZ & WWX, WCZ/LQR, Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Past Child Abuse, Canon Jiang Family Relationships, Parent-Child Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Not for Madam Yu fans)

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5. Hi! Thanks for the work you do. I’ve found so many great fics! I’m in the mood for fics where Wei Wuxian comes back in his original body. Thank you 😊

Tripped at Every Step by brooklinegirl (E, 28k, WangXian)

Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits, to lovers, wherein dual cultivation may be counted as a benefit, Jealous WWX, a little bit, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, angsty sex, Switch WangXian, Bottom LWJ, Service Top LWJ, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Coming Untouched, Dom/sub Undertones, the angsty sex happens in the beginning but they get past it dw, Oblivious LWJ, archer wwx, Smart WWX, Porn with Feelings, probably at least half of this fic is just that, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dual Cultivation)

the hidden source is the watchful heart by o_honeybees (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Domesticity, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, Misunderstandings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Unresolved Sexual Tension,Eventual Smut, reflections on selfishness and selflessness)

This House of Ill Repute by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (M, 13k, WangXian, First Time, Post-Canon, Getting Together)

蓝色生死恋; a blue love (to live and to die for) by yiqie (M, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, wedding fic, Psychological Trauma, Empathy)

Life before you was tragic by covalentbonds (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, Fluff and Humor)

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6. Hi!! I’m in the mood for fics where people believe A) Wei Wuxian actually birthed A-Yuan (when he didn’t) and B) fics where WWX is inhuman. I prefer fics set in the canon timeline (i’ll accept modern fics if it’s WWX as a zombie or something though lol). It’s been surprisingly hard to find good fics with these premises.

6A)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) WWX makes a joke about giving birth to A-Yuan & a couple of Lan disciples believe it

Wei Wuxian, God of Fertility by tired (T, 19k, WangXian, Family Feels, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, the juniors get REAL drunk, Gossip, POV Multiple, surprisingly not an mpreg fic, Kissing, Self-Esteem Issues, Discussion of Porn and Sex, Post-Canon, SOFT SOFT SOFT, married wangxian, Fluff and Humor, PSA: touching forehead ribbons gets you pregnant) focus on people believing Wei Wuxian gave birth to Yuan.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Reproduction by likeafox (E, 7k, WangXian, Kid Fic, not mpreg, but not-not mpreg?, Pregnancy Kink, Come play, LSZ deserves a sibling) focus on people believing Wei Wuxian gave birth to Yuan.

🔒Light of Stars (and the Destroyer) by Sanguis (T, 22k, WangXian, Legends, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Pining for your spouse, Adoption, Canon Divergence, Married Couple) has Lan Wangji believing Wei Wuxian when he says he birthed Yuan himself.

6B)

🔒 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding)

❤️ A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun (Not rated, 60k, WangXian, Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Horror, Zombie WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, yunmeng trio, Eventual WangXian, WWX is dad material even in death, Humor, YLLZ but make him dead, A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun [Podfic] by Miss Appellation (Lizeth)) if the modern setting is okay then A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun, featuring some angst and a very cute Zombie Wei Wuxian, it's amazing!

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7. Hello! Are there any Wen Qing centered fics? Both modern and canon?

Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WQ & WN, WN & MXY & WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, Eventual WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, WQ comes back to haunt the cultivation world, Bad idea to kill the one person who didn’t kill anyone, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ) Post-siege Ghost!WQ hunts down the scattered remains of WWX's spirit

💖 With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) WQ time travels & goes on a murder spree

The Needle and the Nail by littledust (E, 119k, ChengQing, WQ Lives, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Memory Loss, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Explicit Rating Earned 14 Chapters In Because Slow Burn)

🔒 Meat by captain_apostrophe (E, 5k, NMJ/WQ, Modern, PWP, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism (Referenced), Hook-Up, himbo NMJ, horny WQ) set during a power outage

🔒 The Hand is a Voice (that can sing what the voice will not) by captain_apostrophe (E, 124k, NMJ/WQ, NHS & NMJ, WQ & WN, NHS & WN, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Non-Canon Relationship, WQ Lives, and is awesome, it's not Beauty & The Beast okay, NHS Being A Little Shit, Marriage of Convenience, arguing as a love language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Minor Original Character(s), Everybody Lives, Slow Burn, only a little bit of smut, Childbirth) in which the Wens find a new home

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8. Hello~

It's me again, I just love this blog! I'm in the mood for fics where the Lan recognizes Wei Wuxian's geniuses and the Jiang doesn't, so the Lan plot to steal him or something. Could be arranged marriage or anything, really! I just really want the Lan appreciating his mind! @lostandmessedup

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) link in #6B

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing) link in #1

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 828k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)

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9. ITMF: fanfics that take Madam Yu's abuse toward Wei Wuxian seriously, no Jiang Yanli bashing and without Wei Wuxian being mad immediately but instead needing time to realize that what happened was wrong. Thank you!!!!! :D

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WN & WWX, WWX is a Wen, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming) If they don't mind an AU for 9, the very recently completed All Things Belong fits the request nearly perfectly.

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10. hii could u recommend some office aus, slightly longer and complete ones?

thank you

Work-Life Balance is Not A Thing by catbrainedschemes (E, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Workplace Relationship, Romantic Comedy, Idiots in Love, Oblivious WWX, Oblivious LWJ, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, but not that eventual, Pining, Dirty Talk)

🔒WangXian Office AU: What's the Tea... ? by Blackbeads461, Ladycroft4evr (M, 23k, WangXian, Modern Era - no cultivation, CEO WWX, Secretary LWJ, Office Romance, Rollercoaster ride of new love and angst and pining, office gossip, OYZZ is So Done, SS Bashing, more like pulling his leg, Awesome WQ, NHS is a Little Shit, no nsfw in this work but it is there in the next ones)

whether i’m gonna flip you off or pull you into the closet, i haven’t decided yet by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Epistolary, Workplace Relationship, hostile coworkers to lovers who have not disclosed their relationship to hr, Human Resources, hr director!lwj, unknown corporate job!wwx, ft the junior squad as interns, told entirely thru emails and slack messages, Crack, Social Media, if you consider slack social media which is highly questionable, Enemies to Lovers)

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11. hi!! for the itmf, can i get anything where yllz!wwx get’s transported to the 13 years he’s dead (not him coming back to life, but specifically yllz!wwx being back in a world where he’s dead). bonus points if he’s been redeemed already. this may be weird and overly specific but i figured i’d try T_T

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12. ITMF: a fic where people found out it was LWJ who done corrupting. Not WWX

Bonus if the one that found out is LQR

Prefer if it was a humorous fic. But im okay if its not. Thanks!

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) (link in 6A) assuming they mean "shameless behavior" by "corrupting," Chapter 45 onward of Dispersing Clouds

🔒Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ, Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, a lot of people die, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, because of, Shameless LWJ, LQR Tries, to fit into the following tag, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian's version of it, Scheming NHS, POV NHS) would also work but note that it starts off very lightheartedly and then gets very dark in chapter 4.

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13. heyyy for the next itmf can i request something lsz-centric that shows his relationship with wwx and/or lwj? Growing up with them or when he's already grown up, anything works. Preferably canonverse, but I can also do aus. Thank you!!!

your name, safe in their mouth by astrolesbian (G, 10k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Father-Son Relationship, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, More aligned with CQL than novel canon, Miscommunication, Eventual Positive Communication, Trying to be a family, how to tell your dad you want him to be your dad in 6 easy steps!)

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

Inquiry by incendir (G, 10k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian)

🔒 Not Yet (There As Needed) by sunrise_and_death (T, 13k, LSZ & WWX, JL & WWX, JL & LSZ, WangXian, Post-Canon, Family Feels, Family Bonding, POV LSZ, This Fic Has Everything, even more yearning, WWX & LSZ figuring out wtf their relationship is, Dramatic Revelations)

let the yoke fall from our shoulders by occultings (microcomets) (G, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Character Study, Mentions of Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, let capricorns cathart agenda, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Established Relationship)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (G, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, LSZ is the best of boys and I will not hear debate, Music, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, [Podfic] to the act of making noise by Ceewelsh, flamingwell, kisahawklin, Rionaa)

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14. It's spook month and that means our fave disaster necromancer birthday!! How about some recs of everyone's favorite fics celebrating Wwx's birthday? Any and all the birthday fics!!!

when I look over my shoulder by cafecliche (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, exorcist LWJ, medium wwx, vague The Conjuring AU, some horror elements, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort)

On a night just like this one ... by DizziDreams (G, 3k, WangXian, WWX & The Juniors, The Junior Quartet, Ghost Stories, Comedy)

autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place by gusucloudbunny (dykebytrade) (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autumn, Halloween, Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Haunted Houses, Pouty baby lwj, Mutual Pining)

💖 Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending)

an hour of sunshine by astrolesbian (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Mindless Fluff, halloween party)

In love with a ghost by Bookish_penguin (T, 14k, WangXian, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, junior shenanigans, Necromancy, Talking to Ghosts, Or in general spooky things, Post-Canon, references to death, where wwx is an expert on all things dead and dusted, because he’s one of them too, big yiling laozu vibes, wwx can be kinda creepy sometimes but everyone still loves him)

why'd the chicken jump over the fence by yellowcarnations (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, Drunk LWJ)

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15. Itmf a fic where wwx adopts himself a younger sibling oc (basically he's being a parent but age gap between them isn't wide enough) like an orphaned shidi, street kid, or child of Jiang servant. And wwx has to provide for them out of his own stipend (which madam yu insists on remaining the amount for 1 person). How would that change plot? Distance him from Jiang sibs cause he eats with sib instead jaings? Better behaved at leactures or doesn't attend? Work hard & creative to care for them

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16. Itmf wwx and lz ghost marry while one is dead/believed to be dead and the other is later resurrected. Esp if it's while wwx is dead and his name is cleared prior to or after the marriage, but while he's still dead. And how people react to their relationship/lz's affections because of this

Ghost Wedding by nirejseki (G, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Ghost wedding, Introspection, Crack Treated Seriously, mostly seriously anyway, Good Uncle LQR)

lovers be lost (but love shall not) by la_muerta (T, 13k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, 1910s, Case Fic, Ghosts, Happy Ending, Background Relationships, Ghost Marriage)

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17. Itmf any fics where wwx's name is cleared while he is dead/believed to be dead

🔒Confusion by Vrishchika (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, time travel)

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Imagine trying to break up with Sukuna- that's it. That's the prompt

I can not say I recommend that Dear Nonny.....

Or maybe I do.

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Just some headcanons for now while I catch up on Kinktober... Content Warning: yandere behavior with a healthy dash of NSFW

So Ryomen doesn’t laugh a lot. A chuckle here or there, yeah sure, but he’s more the type of guy to make the joke and let everyone else laugh while he sits back with a soft smirk.

He is down right howling when you tell him you’re leaving.

“Oh, you’re leaving now, are you? You’re leaving? That’s fucking cute.” It’s genuinely funny to him that you think you get to decide when the two of you are done. Nay nay Reader, you belong to him. 

For one, Sukuna is of the opinion that anything he’s cum into is his property, and he’s stuffed you more times than he can count. Couple that with the fact that you somehow managed to wiggle your way into his cold dead heart and have seen him at his most vulnerable and raw moments, homie the only way you are leaving this palace is in a body bag. 

And he’s not ready to let go of you yet! So you’re not leaving him. Try all you want.

He’ll do the whole “Give me one good reason you want to leave.” bull shit and have an excuse for every reason you give. He’s a toxic, abusive serial killer who's emotionally unavailable on top of having a hairpin trigger temper? Well he was all of those things at the start of the relationship too, so get back to your room.

God help everyone involved if he gets even the hint of a thought that it could be because of someone else. The entire surrounding village is about to end up on this “List of Events named Massacres” wikipedia page

He’d be simply “Forced” to remind you who you belong to

A cock in your ass, a cock in your cunt, and his stomach tongue assaulting your clit. You’re on your fifth orgasm, or is it the sixth? You have no clue, you’re so over-stimulated and full you're not even fully sure where you are anymore. All you know is your Lord.

He’s so mad at you, what did you do? What were you…you were trying to do something, you- the thought process is gone as climax number seven (or eight?) Hits so hard it fucking hurts, and you’re screaming his name for mercy.

“Don’t you ever forget your place again wench,” He’s growling as he rams into your weeping, ruined cunt, “Your place, right here. Next to me.”

You’re covered in bruises and bite marks and red welts, evidence of him. You’re filled with him to the point of overflowing, and your muscles are already sore. And yet you still find yourself bucking your hips on him

“No one will ever love you like I do, make you feel how I do, and you want to leave? Fucking pathetic.”

That’s the first time he’s ever said he loved you.

Yea, you’re not walking for a few days after that one, sorry homie. Though, that was probably his end goal anyway. 

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The Sanemi softober continues and this time it’s another heartbreaking one. Because I’m currently rewatching the Sanemi and Genya episodes and reading the novels.

Not proofread, just wrote and posted because I’m sad.

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First of all, no big brother should have to bury his little brother… not after already burying his other siblings years ago right after killing his mother. Sanemi can still feel the weight of each one of his sibling’s and mother’s dead bodies.

Sanemi still remember the heart wrenching cries of Genya, his hand still clutching onto the cleaver while his eyes locked onto the scene before him. He knew his little brother’s words were nothing more than a child grieving, struggling to understand what truly was going on.

Once Genya had been taken away by neighbours who’d heard the commotion, Sanemi merely stood alone on the streets watching the kimono left behind after his mother. He couldn’t tell if this was all merely a nightmare and he’d soon be woken up by the soothing voice of his beloved Ma.

With heavy steps, his bare feet bruised and calloused from walking shoeless his whole life. Sanemi inwardly tells himself this isn’t real, nothings real.

Sadly it was all very real.

He gently place the corpses of his deceased siblings on a wooden carrier he usually used for his job. Once they were all loaded, he covers their pale and lifeless faces and makes his way to the forest. A small clearing, that’s where he chose to bury them.

A place which held a lot of precious memories, laughter shared. The perfect place for his family to rest in peace.

Koto, Shuya, Sumi, Hiroshi and Teiko.

Sanemi can’t remember if he even blinked once, his eyes dry and stinging. The tears shed has etched into his features.

At last, he pulls out the kimono his mom wore along with a hairpin he had bought her with his first allowance. He was five years old, too young to work, but when he learned he was going to be a big brother for the first time he wanted nothing more than to help her.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I’m sorry…”

He stares at the graves, kneeling before them as he pours his heart out. After mourning for hours, darkness once more fallen over him - Sanemi knew he had to do everything in his power to make sure he won’t be burying his last living family member too.

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“Because my ‘Nemi… is… the nicest… person… ever…”

Those words echoed through Sanemi’s already traumatised mind, his hands trembling so hard he’s barely able to maintain a grip on the shovel. Despite digging graves before, this time it took much longer.

The grave needs to be bigger than the others and with his missing digits he also struggles. Careful to not cause his healing wounds to open up, Sanemi is careful to take a lot of breaks. At this point he’s sure he’ll never stop crying.

After hours, just as sun is setting he’s done. Done digging, done burying… just done. He feels empty, broken beyond repair and utterly alone.

“Sanemi?”

The familiar voice calling out to him pulls him back into reality. The reality where he’s kneeling before the graves of his loved one and holding his sword against his throat. For a moment he had been ready to end it all, so join his family again.

But then he’s reminded he’s not alone. He has you. You, the light in his life, the one who somehow manage to ground him amidst the chaos and grief. Your arms wraps around his kneeling form, hugging him from behind tightly and as you whisper soothing comforts into his ear, Sanemi barely notice how your hands gently remove the sword from his grip.

“They wouldn’t want that, Sanemi… for you to join them like that.”

He knows you’re right and he nods in response as he turns around, wrapping his arms around you and pull you into his lap. His tears soaks the collar of your shirt and you stroke his hair tenderly, placing series of kisses in his hair and hug him.

Sanemi’s voice is barely audible between his hitched sobs and shallow breaths. The grief is too much for one man to shoulder alone and you know that no matter how much love you give him, you’ll never be able to truly fill the void left behind. But that’s alright, because you will never run out of love and remind Sanemi the rest of your lives together.

“I miss them… so fucking much.”

He whisper hoarsely, the pain and sorrow in his voice breaks your heart and all you can do it just hug him tighter and hope Sanemi choose to not leave you behind and reunite with his family before his time.

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Blasphemous Rumors - II

“Marry me.” He said it with such blasé that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. Silence surrounded the two of you and he leaned down and tilted his head, watching you like a specimen under a microscope. “Just for a year. A marriage of convenience. Consider it nothing more than a harmless experiment for the sake of curiosity.” Il Dottore/Female reader with established personality. Marriage of convenience. Slow burn. Semi-enemies to lovers. Available on AO3 here. Likes, reblog, and comments appreciated.

“Marry me.”

Your head snapped up from the ledger, a finger sliding across the paper to hold your place.  Just when you were piecing something together, too.  

“I’m sorry, Lord Harbinger?” 

Did Dottore just…demand you marry him?

He said it with such blasé that you weren’t certain you heard him correctly.  Silence surrounded the two of you in your office but several pairs of eyes tried and failed not to stare.  Your coworkers tried hard and failed to look busy, shuffling papers and talking only low enough to give the illusion that they were minding their own business.

No, you had heard exactly right.  And so had everyone else.

Panic seared through you, turning your blood to ice.  Did Lord Pantalone know all along about you passing off information and had asked Lord Dottore to finish you off?  The Second Harbinger was known for his…eccentricities, after all, but…proposing to random members of staff…

He was dead serious and annoyed at your question, judging from the thin line of his mouth.  He leaned down and tilted his head, watching you like a specimen under a microscope.

Dottore pressed his hands flat against the surface of your desk and came closer still, closer than he’d ever been in any capacity previously.  You could smell the lingering scent of disinfectant along with mint and something muskier, his mask almost stabbing your nose.

What the actual fuck was he doing?

“Just for a year,” he clarified at last, voice low enough for only you to hear.  “A marriage of convenience.  Consider it nothing more than a harmless experiment for the sake of curiosity.”

Marriage wasn’t exactly something to simply spring on a person.  For a Harbinger, you imagined that, if it ever happened, it was strategic and political.  Lord Dottore was potentially not even at liberty to offer his hand in marriage to begin with and therefore…

“Are you well, sir?”

“Perfectly.”

“Then you should know that this is neither the time nor the place for such a thing.  You are causing a scene.”

The very air between you seemed to have dropped several degrees and you heard even less chatter from the surrounding offices as the words left your lips.  By now, everyone was listening.  You held little doubt that Lord Pantalone himself had been informed and was somewhere in the main lobby, watching the entire affair like an act of an opera.

Would you end up like your predecessor, your guts splattered across the carpet?  Remembered as the one who refused to answer the Second Harbinger’s demands?

Lord Dottore let out a breath through his nose but straightened to his full height, putting the usual professional distance between you again.  If he were anyone else, the anxiety that sat deep in your chest, clawing at your throat, would have relented.  He pulled his arms behind his back, the feathers of the bird mantle across his shoulders shuddering with the motion.

“I see.  Then I shall return when your work is done for the day.  In the meanwhile, consider it.  Thank you for your usual diligence.”

He turned heel and left without another word.  It was so quiet that you swore you heard someone’s hairpin drop three offices down the hall.  Your heart hammered in your chest, pulse thrumming in your ears.  Whispers swarmed the office as soon as the elevator chimed closed and you inhaled sharply as Lord Pantalone came into view from your doorway, his eyes fixed on the elevators before he turned his attention to you.

Your boss regarded you with a golden stare that gave away nothing except the slightest hint of curiosity, a dark brow arching so subtly that you thought it was a trick of the afternoon sunlight.  Dread wrenched up from the pit of your stomach and gripped your heart.  It was the same look that he had given the appeal to your parents’ plea for leniency, for reconsideration of their loan rate.  You kept your face as impartial as possible, willed your hand to relax before you broke your pen.

Lord Pantalone said nothing but offered an enigmatic smile that you longed to wipe off of his ridiculously well-kept visage with your knuckles.  Before you could say anything, he turned back to the absurdly quiet lobby and to your colleagues, all of whom were milling around in anticipation.  

His eyes closed as his smile grew wider and he said, in the most saccharine voice, “Don’t you all have work to do?”

Agreements chimed from all sides and the office hummed with energy again.  It didn’t stop the looks over shoulders, the whispers, but you never expected it to.

Your boss disappeared again and you returned to the ledger in front of you briefly before deciding your lunch break couldn’t come at a better time.

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Lord Dottore did, in fact, return.  

You’d only just made a fresh cup of coffee, strong enough to keep you going for the next few hours, and wished your last colleague goodnight before settling in with the ledger from earlier.  It was too risky to do more than review anything during the day and the excuse of overtime was like a blanket on a cold day, the perfect protection.

Not every day, of course.  Too much overtime would raise questions.  Once or twice a week was enough to actually catch up on work and make any handwritten copies as needed.

This ledger outlined a particular noble’s outstanding balances but they seemed lower than they should have been.  The cash flow didn’t make sense.  A Snezhayan noble who might be funneling his money out of Snezhnaya was indicative of something.  

What, you couldn’t quite tell; then again, it wasn’t your job to analyze, merely observe and pass along potential leads.

Between your usual workload and the additional information you were hunting for, you’d given little thought to the previous events from earlier.  Lord Dottore had called the idea an experiment but you couldn’t help but wonder why and what, precisely, he would gain from being married for a single year to an absolute stranger.

Or, rather, acquaintance.  He knew who you were, in the roughest sense anyone could expect of the Second Harbinger.  

What you stood to gain from such an experiment wasn’t lost on you.  Any Harbinger connection was nothing to sneeze at and being the Second’s spouse probably came with more than you even considered.  Even afterwards, assuming you survived to tell the tale, those who served well were rewarded generously.  

Your parents’ debt could be settled and their records wiped clean.

But that still meant marrying a Harbinger.  Temporarily.

Ingratiating yourself further into the very system that put you here to begin with.  But information would be readily accessible.  Boundaries could be pushed with a mere assertion of position.

Passing it along would be far more difficult though.

And the Second Harbinger was not a man anyone wanted to piss off.  He’d killed Krupp for far less, you heard.

Lord Dottore clearly expected a ‘yes’ or at least a very well-thought-out declination.

You pushed your personal copies into an envelope just as you heard the elevator bank chime and the muted cadence of metal tapping carpet.  Instead of his usual attire, you were surprised to find the Lord Harbinger had abandoned his coat and the mechanical bird.  He still wore his gloves and the ridiculously obnoxious metal ornaments over a deep blue shirt, held close by a leather harness around his torso.  

It’s not like the harness was ever inconspicuous, of course—the ring and choker portion were never hidden by his cravat, after all.  

Did that one lock of hair always curl around his earring like that, you wondered.

“I did not expect you to be the last person to leave for the night,” he said by way of greeting.

“Disappointed you didn’t get to scare my colleagues again, Lord Harbinger?”

“Lord Pantalone takes care of that well enough, I’m certain.”

You gestured to the chairs in front of your desk and for the first time in several months, he actually took a seat after closing your office door.  Part of you expected him to extend his long legs and place his boots onto your desk but instead he crossed one ankle over his knee and settled back into the chair, hands clasped; he was never without his usual self-assured arrogance but at least he knew his boundaries, you assessed.

His head was angled down, perhaps looking at his hands for a second, before he angled his head to look at you.  Damn that mask.  At least Lord Pantalone went without obscuring his face, metaphorical though his mask was.  

“Have you given further thought to my offer?” Dottore asked.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?  Or are you simply looking for an answer, sir?”

He lifted his clasped hands and opened them slightly before settling them down in his lap, a silent offer to speak further.  You took a sip of coffee in an attempt to steel your nerves first.

“I was under the impression matrimony was reserved for the Tsaritsa’s discretion, firstly, in which case I’d rather not be on the receiving end of her ire.  If that’s not the case, why me?  And why would you put such a short window on what you are thinking of as simply another experiment?  It doesn’t seem very like you to put limitations on anything.”

You caught a glimpse of sharp teeth, his grin a little wider than you usually saw it.

“The Tsaritsa has no say either way.  We may be the enforcers of Her Will but we are not without autonomy.  As for the time-frame, it is not my stipulation.  Rather, it is the position I find myself in.  No doubt, in part, due to your great diligence in terms of tracking my spending and lack of return on investment.”

So he did blame you.  Shit.

He opened his hands again, gesturing slightly for emphasis as he continued.

“If I can commit myself to another for a single year, Lord Pantalone will approve whatever budget I wish, carte blanche.  Only for a year and it has to be someone whose name I know.  If I fail, every Segment is subject to stricter budgeting and I cannot afford more barriers between me and my research.  The Nation quite literally depends on half of the technology I have developed, never mind Her Most Noble Majesty’s wishes.”

Lord Pantalone would do such a thing, you well knew.  He enjoyed the positions that his power and his money could put people in.  And even those who were business partners were not exempt from it.  Much as the Second had little limitations on his own work, you knew enough between your work and the contracts your parents signed to know that Lord Pantalone was very much the same.

But Lord Dottore deserved to have a taste of failure every once in a while and bear the consequences of his actions.  

The Fatui was one giant house of wolves.  They should eat one another once in a while, you thought dismissively.

Besides, a lot of people knew your name.  That Lord Dottore did was, you supposed, an honor considering how little he cared for anyone or anything.  But you were his accountant.  It probably stemmed from enough respect to be civil to get what he wanted and you never thought much of it.

Dottore continued. “Such a situation does lend itself to an interesting social experiment, admittedly, and thus I am…curious.  Not quite as controlled as I prefer: a year is almost nothing in terms of time; there’s far too many variables.  But life is a series of experiences.  I would be remiss to not seek out new ones.“

“Why would I agree to something that would put me out of a job once my name is dry on the divorce papers?”

That was assuming, of course, that you survived at all, but you weren’t going to tempt fate.

Truthfully, you hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming with the information.  And it must have shown on your face.  The grin reappeared again with a flash of teeth and Dottore gave a low laugh.

“Dear Accountant, you stand to gain far more than me.  But you are the perfect test subject.”

“Because you know my name?”

Dottore uncrossed his legs, planted his feet on the floor, and leaned forward.  His humor was all but gone as he pressed his hands flat against your desk again.

“And here I thought you might actually be clever.  If I’m going to do this ridiculous farce, I cannot actually seek out a proper spouse to match my station.  Not without destroying several political connections and throwing off what is already a delicate balance between the Tsaritsa and the Court.  You have an understanding of the Fatui, work for a Harbinger, and I tolerate you enough to converse with you for longer periods than most.”

He tapped your desk with his middle finger on every point, as if everything was already charted out in a diagram.

“Most importantly, you don’t tremble in my presence like everyone else.  A spouse who fears me would be a liability to both my status and work.  You’re an asset.  Surely that’s something even you can understand.”

Not that you liked being compared to something to be owned and preserved to retain value but you could see his point.  Negotiations never involved revealing one's cards, not all of them, and you couldn’t quite understand what you might not be seeing.

Divorce settlements among nobility were, you well knew, generous.  Mora didn’t solve everything but it would remove the lien on the tiny home and workshop, stop the debt collectors from threatening your father, and clear out the remaining balances owed.  

Forever branded as the Second Harbinger’s ex-wife; it was less a badge of honor and more the mark of an outcast.  Once that title settled over you, all trust would be gone, along with the power that came with status and rank.

You stood to lose a lot, you thought.  A quick rise and a high fall.

“You didn’t answer my question, Lord Harbinger.  If you are successful, I will be, at best, given a different position but I will also bear the title of divorcee for the rest of my life once everything is over.  A year to help you comes at a very high cost for me.  A year’s worth of social standing is not worth that risk.”

“Then take the time frame out of the equation for all I care.  That suits me even better.”

“But you said—”

“I never said anything about divorce, just that the marriage needed to last a year.  If you’re willing to go beyond that time, then I see no issue with it; a long term experiment might be fun, after all.  Just don’t be obvious with any indiscretions.”

You flinched slightly, cheeks warming.

“I’m hardly the most pleasant man, Accountant.  I wouldn’t demand a marital bed from someone who agreed to this nor expect one to be celibate if it does not suit them.”

You bit your tongue, swallowing a retort that was, at best, tasteless, and at worst, attention-seeking.  You couldn’t believe you were still entertaining this, let alone finding the newer terms agreeable.

But it would put you at a better advantage; that was undeniable.  More confidential information meant more money and you wouldn’t have to rely on Dottore’s coffers.  No matter who you married, if ever, you remained determined to be self-reliant in that regard.  And you got the sense that the less you needed to bother Dottore, the better.

Nothing would be more satisfying than taking the Fatui down from the inside.

You thought of your parents, toiling away at a debt they would never be able to repay; a debt that would be passed onto you.  Your father couldn’t keep it up forever, not with the way his cough sounded according to…

None of this was about you.  You had long accepted that.  But you might as well be useful.

“Fine.  I’ll do it,” you said at last.  “I’ll marry you.”

Dottore smiled, hiding his teeth and tilting his head to the side.  In any other situation, you would have considered it almost charming.

“I’m glad you came to see reason, Accountant.”

He reached towards your collection of fountain pens and pulled the silver letter opener you kept there out from its brethren.  It was shaped like a sword, an imitation of a Fontainian broadsword you saw on display for all of ten minutes.  He twirled the letter opener between his fingers, as if testing its weight, and then pressed the blade to your cheek.  

You felt a sharp sting, not unlike that of a paper cut, just enough to be naggingly painful.  Dottore tapped your nose with the flat of the letter opener.

“Bear in mind, I will address any and all threats to my station, my research, and my goals as I see fit.  No matter who they come from.”

“I would expect no less, Lord Harbinger.”

“As long as we understand one another.”

Your gut knotted itself as your mind raced.  He didn’t know, you told yourself.  He didn’t know about your parents, about the desperate actions you’d taken over the years, about the envelope you cast aside containing sensitive information that had yet to be sealed and addressed.  

Lord Dottore did things to keep people on their toes.  You were no exception.

You looked at him, presumably making eye contact with where you expected his eyes might be behind his mask.  He then placed the letter open back into its holder, the glass ringing as the tip reached the bottom.  You caught the slightest flash of red as the blade settled.

He rose to his feet and pulled his shoulders back, and you followed suit out of habit.  Your hands rested with your fingertips pressed against the desk, unsure of where they should be.  

“I will inform the Tsaritsa myself, although She will likely want an audience to assess you.  I do not expect her to allow me the sanctity of a private affair; I will leave most of the planning to you, if that’s the case.  Have a good evening.”

You nodded, urging yourself to not break eye contact.  He left your office without another word and you didn’t exhale until the elevator doors creaked open and shut, signaling you were alone.

You brought a hand up to your cheek, your skin wet and sticky.

It was just business, you reminded yourself.  Nothing you couldn’t handle.

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For someone so well-versed in numbers, calculations, and analysis, she is surprisingly daring.  Then again, that’s what makes this subject so intriguing.

My findings shall be recorded here, as usual, but I do not yet have a hypothesis to pose.  

I do detest those that tremble and cower, afraid to challenge me because of my reputation, my status.

If one does not ask questions, one will never find the answers they seek.  Assuming that one knows everything about this world and those beyond it is foolish; although I am closer to the truth than most, even I know there is more to this realm yet to be discovered.

And without toppling that floating island, that knowledge will never come to light.

Regrator knew what he was doing, offering such a reward for something so trivial.  Although I have access to more here than I ever did in that wretched institution, I am still beholden to ridiculous standards that cannot and should not be applied to me.  Unlimited funding would provide the other half of what I already have; I have turned time into a commodity, after all, which is one of the largest challenges anyone ever faces in terms of research.

I digress.

The second I realized the individual who might be tolerable enough to endure in the long term, I could think of no other.  Regrator’s stipulations were quite stupid; a year was nothing to me and names were even less than.  She, at least, seeks to understand a full picture whenever we must interact and I know her name because if I did not, I would never get what I wanted.  I would be a piss-poor diplomat if I didn’t know when to learn another’s name, after all.

Quite fascinating that she was so certain I would throw her out into the cold once the first year was up.  A year, while easy enough, is hardly sufficient for results.

And if I must bother with this, I might as well get the most out of it.  This way, I cannot be leveraged in a political alliance and I can explore, at least in part, what it is so many seem to enjoy out of a union with another.

I never gave it much thought before…it still seems like a waste of time that could be spent elsewhere.

But she is tolerable and even without receipts in front of her, does not back away from asking questions, challenging my perspective.

My younger selves never appreciated that.  I’ll need to manage their interactions and set boundaries.  Especially that pesky one who killed Krupp.  

I can’t exactly have my wife killed by my own hand before I have secured Regrator’s end to our bargain.  It would be in poor taste to have her expire at all but surely even she would understand that fine line between an asset and a liability.  

My present self finds most people lacking and her presence is a strange routine that I have begun looking forward to.  

I suppose that is a better place than any for the foundation of a long-term union.

[luneymoony]

The Butterfly's Effect (Prologue)

a SAGAU!Imposter! AU x Shinobu!Reader where the reader is.. well, shinobu kocho from demon slayer.

CW: mentions of death, swearing, slight mentions of dissecting? Major Spoiler Warning for the anime only watchers out there! (imsosorryomfg) WC: 1.4k Notes: reader will be shinobu, like, literally. english isnt my first language so i apologize if theres any grammar, spelling mistakes or edits. :)) i've been obsessed with crossovers and sagaus so why not put them together? Photo is not mine!

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It's so dark.

What happened?

I can't remember anything..

Wait..

Am I.. Dead?

~

The final battle of the Demon slayer corps has finally come to an end. The demon king, Muzan has finally succumbed to his demise after more than ten thousand years of living as a demon. The upper moons were all defeated and Japan is now demon free.

Of course, everything comes with a price. As many people strived to defeat the demon king, many also died in the process. Tomioka Giyuu, and Shinazugawa Sanemi, The remaining Hashiras of the corps.

Rengoku Kyojiro, Iguro Obanai, Kanroji Mitsuri, Tokito Muichiro, Himejima Gyomei, Kocho Shinobu.

These were the pillars that had lost their lives in the battlefield. Many people lost something in that battle. Their lives, their loved ones, their abilities. It will take time to heal from these wounds. Emotionally, physically and mentally.

Kanao looked at the butterfly hairpin on her hand, her mind drifts off to the insect hashira and how she died, how she was getting absorbed by that vile and disgusting demon. How she could've saved her if she was more quick enough.

Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, holding the butterfly hairpin more firmly and bringing it close to her chest. She misses them so much. She can only pray that they will be reincarnated to a world free of demons. A world where they could be happy.

A world that they can live in freely.

~

Your eyes flutters open. Your head was spinning and the first thing your eyes see is the clear, bright blue sky. You blinked rapidly to clear your blurring vision. You moved your head a bit to take in your surroundings.

You were laying on a soft patch of grass in the middle of nowhere. A large tree giving you enough shade to block your form from the sun's bright, and burning glow.

Slowly you sat up, groaning while doing so. You don't remember laying or being here when you were last conscious. The last thing you remembered was the sound of your sword dropping to the ground and-

Wait.

That's right, you were fighting uppermoon two. By what you can gather, you had died and had been absorbed by him.

But.. what happened after that? You certainly didn't remember getting yourself teleported to this unknown place, in fact, this wasn't even where you were when you had fought the bastard. And aren't you supposed to be dead?

Your thoughts were interrupted when there's a sudden noise coming from behind the tree. The loud noise startling you from your train of thoughts. You stood up —albeit a bit slowly— and noticed that you still had your sword with you, and your clothes were still intact. Your hand went to the back of your head to feel the butterfly hairpin that is strangely still there.

Choosing to save the questions that were racing in your mind for later, you feel the hilt of your sword and carefully and quietly approached the matter behind the tree.

You stopped once your eyes spot the.. Unusual looking creature? It looked a bit human, with arms, legs, a head and a mask covering its face. Weird ears. It also looked like it has something on its mask.

The creature seemed didn't seem to notice you or your presence, not until you stood in front of it did it froze. Its noises stopped too. It looked completely frozen by the sight of you.

Your hand on your sword's hilt had tighten, although it didn't show any signs of attacking you nor does it seemed armed, you were still very wary of it.

It doesn't look like a demon, well, not the usual demons. It is sure a humanoid creature with just some weird ears but it doesn't seem harmful. You also noticed that it had a briefcase from its side.

"What are you?"

Those are the first words you have spoken ever since you had woken up. Your voice was hoarse, your mouth and throat felt dry like the dessert. But you aren't giving in to the tempting urge to drinking whatever liquid is near to you until this creature answered you your question.

Although you did feel a bit stupid to just ask this random creature a question, when you could've just killed it right then and there for its unusual appearance. However.. you weren't going to attack it until it attacks you first. Plus, there were something off about this one.

Your gentle gaze and soft movements startled the Unusual Hilichurl. It couldn't get its eyes off of you, you looked like you simply didn't exist. It usually payed no mind to the others and the mortals that passed by. Taking no interest in them whatsoever.

But when its eyes laid on you, it froze. The hilichurl had no idea why but it felt like its about to drop to its knees before your presence. And that, it did.

Your eyes blinked in surprise at the kneeling hilichurl in front of you. Truth to say, your eyes were keen and careful to whatever movement its doing so as you were almost about to unsheathe your sword, it just dropped to its knees and bowed.

"What are you doing?"

The creature didn't moved an inch, it just kneeled and didn't say anything. It didn't even answer your first question.

You were even more curious by this sudden behavior of this mysterious creature. You wanted to investigate and possibly might dissect it for later. Yet you couldn't ignore your stomach that was begging for food, and your dry throat.

Seeing as this creature didn't want to seem to cooperate, and it most likely probably couldn't, you let it be, as you need to do more important things. Like finding food and water to prevent yourself from dying of thirst or starvation.

You just took once more glance at it and turned your heel to walk away. To your surprise, you have spotted a small river. You walked towards it and removed your butterfly patterned haori to properly drink it.

The water's very refreshing, and it felt like heaven when the liquid made contact to your mouth, and down to your throat. Not to mention, the water also tastes quite good. Its most likely because you haven't really drank much. Wonder how long you were laying in that area?

After drinking, you had put your haori back on and went to explore this unfamiliar place that you're in. Maybe you could find some sort of village or town here that would invite you in.

You looked around for a bit and noticed that theres something in the distance that caught your eye, was it a city perhaps? it looked huge, there were windmills that you could see clearly from this place. Maybe there'll be some people there that can help you.

The cool breeze of the air and the heat of the sun felt so much like home to you. It has been awhile since you felt this relaxed with such environment. The scenery, the relaxing atmosphere, it felt so nostalgic.

"This is nice."

You couldn't help but speak fondly out loud. You smiled to yourself, a real and genuine smile. Not the fake smile that you usually wore to hide your true self, but a relaxed, and actual calm smile. This sense of tranquility almost feels too foreign to you that you couldn't help but sigh and close your eyes.

Even if you didn't see it, even if you weren't there, you could sense that the uppermoon two had been defeated by your tsuguko, and Inosuke. You couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the cocky bastard arrogantly mocking you from your "worthless" attempt to kill him.

It was only when the poison taking effect did you laugh at that fucker's melting face. He really did underestimate you huh? Who knew that a simple butterfly can unleash so much hell with a single flap of its wings? It was truly pathetic trying to see the little shit's futile attempt regenerate its head.

Once the uppermoon had been defeated and is now entering the gates of hell, you were triumphant of his demise. You couldn't stand seeing his stupid face and seeing it melting to the ground unleashed a wave of satisfaction in you.

You shook your head and chuckled to yourself, focusing on your only goal for now as you continued your way to the city with a slight and satisfied curl of your lips.

The windmills of this city was getting clearer to your vision, as you were getting nearer and nearer to the city, a voice suddenly calls out.

"Stop right there!"

You froze and stopped in your tracks. Was it another one of those creatures that you met at that tree? but this one can talk and- wait a minute. Are they speaking in a foreign language?

Where exactly did you wake up in?

~~~

hihihiii its finally hereee

i've been procrastinating this for a week now becuz ive been so busy but here it is! the amount of ideas i have for this is akkakkahdjas

but ive finally managed to put myself together to make this! i really hope u all like it :,)

lmk if anyone wants me to continue this, the prologue is slightly boring and messy at first but ill try to make it readable as possible.

Edit: i forgot to put a spoiler warninggg :C im so sorry anime only watchers akcsksksk

[akiranzee]

Hi there! Can I request Akaza x Fem! Demon Slayer? 

When Y/N sees Rengoku fighting an upper class demon she heads over to help him and when Akaza sees Y/N, she reminded him of his past deceased wife, Koyuki. Also when Y/N rejects Akaza’s offer of becoming a demon, Akaza ends up winning the fight against Y/N and kidnaps her.

Thank you!!!!!!<333

❤️‍🩹 • ° ` — “LOVE? IS THIS?”

-> PAIRINGS: Akaza x f!Demon Slayer!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Love could sometimes go wrong. -> WORD COUNT: 1.4k+ -> CONTAINS: angst (?), stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mentions of blood, akaza is ooc!, rengoku’s alive, violence, kissing, dead person, fighting, swearing, & akaza is 200 while reader is 27. -> A/N: HI THERE!! IM RLLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING UR REQUEST FOR SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME😭😭. i saw ur request abt this again it made me feel guilty

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Running toward the sounds, voices, and clashing of swords, as you reached the mugen train, was the first thing you ever did.

You just so happened to be in the mugen train station, after all.

As you reached the distant forest, you happen to see multiple familiar faces, mainly; Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko.

The bright burning fire that lit in front of all of you only hinted you that, Rengoku was fighting a demon. Not just any demon, but one of the higher ranking ones.

You wanted to back him up, but you can’t see a hole to insert into. It all happened so fast, the fire, the clashes, all hindered your plan of saving Rengoku.

When Tanjiro pleaded you to save Rengoku, you thought of the worst thing that could happen; you’d be too late to do so.

But Rengoku was your close comrade, one that you could only consider tolerable in all of the hashiras. Rengoku was always there to comfort you, protect you, or save you wherever you were. He was like a big brother you never had.

That���s why, you’ll never allow such a thing to happen to him.

A fog covered the surroundings, one that your breathing technique had mastered, completely putting an end at the endless fight Rengoku and the demon had.

As your sword neared the demon’s neck, a bright flash hovered over your eyes, causing a great wonder in your mind. Suddenly, as your eyes dolted open, you wondered where your sword went, hoping the demon didn’t catch it.

But alas, it was in his hand. You signaled Rengoku to do something, perhaps to ambush, but he was too weak and is clutching his side already. He wanted to, but his body wanted and needed to rest.

However, Akaza’s eyes sparked and lit up when he saw your sword’s feature, perhaps because of the small snowflakes attached to the rain-guard of the sword, one that he does not usually see in other slayers, and one that is too familiar, its grip too is a royal yellow, whilst its body is none but a mesmerizing pink. It seemed to have reminded him of something, but beknownst, he is a demon after all, one who could not recollect any of his memories of the past.

But, his eyes lit up brighter, and widened bigger, when he saw your face. Ah, he remembers now, but only vaguely. The pink silk you are wearing — embroidered by beautiful snowflakes on the bottom of your kimono, having a unique hairstyle, that he can not even guess if your hair is to be presumed as long, or short. Then, a snowflake hairpin that matches just about you and your sword, and a royal yellow comb that keeps your bangs up.

Simply put — everything about you reminds him of a certain someone. I would have already flawed honesty if I were to tell you that his jaw did not drop even the slightest. Even the spectators had shocked themselves to what they have witnessed — a demon hesitating to kill someone.

Then, Akaza suddenly chuckled, his laughter echoing through the battleground, as he saw the undying determination burning in your eyes. “Ah... how would you say becoming a demon, hmm? Your efforts would not go to waste unlike this one.” You frowned at that, ready to prove him wrong, “no! All you demons are selfishly unkind, I would never be a part of your kin!”

You quit looking at his eyes, that gave away half of all the emotions he has been keeping, and looked at your sword in his grip instead. As you tried to think of all the realistic, and unrealistic ways to steal your sword from his grasp, all were put to vain as he so easily let go of your sword and threw it right in front of you. You swear you could hear him click his tongue, as he then said, “fine. Have it your way.” He beckoned you to come closer — to charge right at him, his once sinister and obnoxious smile is not found again, rather, a gentle, teasing, and playful smile had been replaced.

You would be lying if you didn’t find him handsome for a few moments there, but it is already perceived as a sin to even compliment a demon.

Lest to say, that all the damage you have dealt taking over Rengoku’s place and fighting in his stead nonstop was not from the demon, but fall damage you had impacted on yourself.

He truly was one unpredictable demon — he had his own way of thinking through things, maybe even smarter than you are — but not once, did he try advancing and taking advantage when you fall over and your guard lower when doing so.

It seems as if he is enjoying this little encounter way too much, that confusion has arisen amongst the spectators and witnesses, especially Tanjiro, Rengoku, and the others.

His soft laughter ringing in your ears was a nice melody, his gentle smile shining in front of you, and his tender hands touching you physically whenever he had the chance. But all of those were soft and gentle, making you have second thoughts if he was really the demon you were up against just minutes ago.

It had made your heart swirl, had made your stomach churn, had made you feel as if this was not a fight at all.

But, in the end, he won. You had stumbled on your ass once again, but this time, it hurt really bad for you had a hard time standing up.

But, this encounter is nearly ending, as the sun is setting. You took note of that, and felt quite a pang when you were about to kill him; or if he would run away once noticing it. But a demon slayer and a demon can never be together.

That’s why, as your role in this world, you jumped on a high tree and charged at him, having wished it would be the last, and final time, as you closed your eyes, hoping for your victory.

But no — it all happened so fast, as you felt the heat of the sun radiate toward you, a strong, muscular arm had wrapped around your waist, as the winds have lost control and slithered their cold on every single part of you.

Slowly, you opened your eyes only to see that the place you had battled on was far away, as it shrunk smaller and smaller on your vision, as you felt the winds were up against you, its strong current had made your hair fly to places, even when the royal yellow comb was still held intact on your hair. Yet, not once has something wavered.

You still felt the running, and the tight grip an arm has around your waist, you turned to look back, and see who had captured you, but Tanjiro called out suddenly, “AKAZAAA!!! You coward! Hand Y/n back to us!!!” Then, he threw his sword on Akaza’s leg, making him stumble, but he still stood up and continued to run, until you could no longer see Tanjiro, the battlefield, and your sword that is left alone, stabbed to the ground.

For some reason, you had felt dizzy, your mind swirling hazily, as your vision blurred, while letting Akaza only take you away to wherever, as darkness followed and consumed the both of you, to the dark forest.

~~~~~

The hazy feeling was still around, but slowly it died out. As you slowly opened your eyes, it had caused your mind to swirl and hurt once more, but it cleared out as you see the darkness in front of you.

You slowly stood up and looked around, only to find out you were laying on a soft mattress laid down on the floor, the only light within the dark room is the flickering bulb.

As you reached out for the door, someone had already opened it — Akaza. It took you by shock, but you had already caught on that he was your captor. Although, you really didn’t expect him to look so... tired.

He had sweat amongst his forehead, dripping to his jaw, neck, and body... Ah shit, he was completely half naked.

Flustered, you turned away, “What- where did you take me?” clearing your throat, as you tried to start a topic.

“Somewhere.” Nonchalantly, he answered as he dragged you towards the soft mattress, causing you to fall on your ass, but this time, it didn’t hurt as much, as afterall, the mattress is soft enough.

“You are not to leave this room, ever.” Chills ran down your spine as he pointed and glared at you, his pale blue eyes glowing within the dark room.

But that didn’t stop you.

“What? Why not...? I-If you think I am afraid because I have no sword, then you’re dead wrong.” On a fighting stance you stood, but shivers and quivers have failed you. You were nothing more than food to him without your sword, after all.

Akaza merely chuckled, his fangs brightly present as the light rested on his face, slightly flickering.

It had feared you, but it was obvious he could not do such a thing such as to harm you.

“Are you sure? I’m impressed by your bravery, but your face gives it all away.. how cute..” He laughed more, but confusions had only filled your mind.

“You are to stay here forever, with me, because you are meant to be mine.” Akaza’s playful smile had turned into a serious frown, “you were always meant to be mine, Y/n. No matter what life this may be, but you had always been mine.”

“What... do you mean?” It had left you with nothing but a gaped mouth.

“Koyuki... I know that it is you.” Akaza smiled gently, and caressed your cheek.

Suddenly though, you slapped his hand away, “you’re crazy!”

“...Call me that, but I do not care. You are mine, you are my Koyuki.” Fear had flowed through your veins as he kept repeating the same, unknown name again and again.

“Who... the fuck is Koyuki?” You backed away, enough to prepare to defend yourself for any upcoming blow.

“My wife. My darling. You.” Akaza continued to speak in riddles, but you had probably solved it.

Ah... this demon had a wife when he was human, huh? But... how? How could he have remembered it? How could he have remembered who his wife was, or his memories of her, that led him to think you and his wife were the same person?

“I... I am not this Koyuki nor wife you think of...” You hesitated unknowingly for a bit, but Akaza cut you off, “No! You are her! I know it! You have the same hair, the same face, the same smile, the same eyes, the same voice — the same warmth that I could all remember! You can’t just tell me you aren’t her!”

God, he was desperate. A demon who had longed for a human, is it now? You stopped and remained frozen for a moment, knowing and perhaps understanding how he had felt after long, painful years of unknowing yearning.

Perhaps it was because you felt sorry for him, that he had to be taken away from his humane life, that he had turned into this frightening, man-eating demon. Or perhaps it was because of the sadness that filled his voice? The sadness that he didn’t even know he was long hiding. Or could it be because... of the tears that had wetted his cheeks, that had dripped and flowed down, that had revealed his entire and pure being?

To be honest, you felt sorry. Really sorry. Because you were too, no stranger to the emotion called sadness. You had felt it again and again, as if an unstoppable loop. Pity had filled and won over you. But he was an enemy, more so — he can kill you anytime, maybe even now.

Trust, a fragile thing to ever exist. But what has this life led to? Wasn’t it just the same as demons? Continuous killing and surviving, yet the only difference is one saves, and one harms. You only live to wake up and continue killing these demons anyway, and your seek of revenge against the demon king is merely impossible. So what difference would it make in your life to fill the heart of the human still remaining within this demon for centuries old?

Akaza had already fallen, bent down to the ground helplessly crying. Ah... perhaps he had been reminded again, of the gruesome figure he had to witness.

Pain and pity completely filled you, as you cupped his cheeks, “I will stay with you.”

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Wait- don’t- I promise I won’t do it anymore-! AAAAAHHH!!!” Tears and yells of horror had filled the dark room, as blood had flowed out of the now lifeless body.

“Akaza, you eat so... messy.” You looked away from the scene, as Akaza only chuckled and stood up, “I think this one’s enough to fill me up for a whole week.” licking his lips and fingers, as he walked towards you.

“A- no! Don‘t even-!” You backed away as Akaza continued to walk to you with open arms, with a playful grin in his face.

God, fuck. His slimy and sticky arms wrap around you, his hug icky but warm.

“I missed you. Where’ve you been?” His wet, sticky, bloody lips attached itself to your scalp as your face filled with terror and disgust.

“A- ew ew EW EW EW!!!” You pushed him off as his loud laughter had filled the dark room and your ears, musing over your squirming.

As the laughter died out, he wiped his hand on some cloth laying around, and grabbed your hands to help you up. “Let’s take a bath, hmm?”

~~~~~

“Akaza you big shit.” Dread filled your face as he splashed soap-filled water on your face, as he only laughed and laughed. The wooden hot tub was shaking from how much Akaza was moving too much, probably because you decided to splash some back at him.

As the laughter died out, his now clean lips had attached itself to yours, completely hovering your soft, plush ones.

It had taken you aback for a second, but you returned his soft, gentle affection. Although, you can’t help but wonder.. is this alright?

Having fun and affectionate with a demon.. no more or less the enemy of mankind, and you are a human. Would it be okay to say that you’re content and satisfied with this life than the life you had lived on before? Where you kill evil humans and feed them to him? Or the life in which you kill demons and help mankind, whether bad or good?

This was a forbidden romance, and no one can change it, not even if the world stops turning.

You pulled away from the kiss, the so little humanity in you questioned you once more, if should you really be having fun with a demon, the so very kind of those that had killed the beloveds of your comrades.

“I love you, Koyu- Y/n.” After all, he sees you as no more than the deceased wife he had always, and forever loved.

a/n: hes so out of characterrrRRRRRRR

[asche237]

Faded Memory

Summary: You woke up but you don’t remember a single thing of your past. You don’t even know what you are or who you are. 

Tw: mentions of eating a dead body + slaughtering Reader speaking is blue

villager speaking is red

Pt 2 of - - - - > pt 1

You slowly open your eyes to see the sun’s rays hitting the floor from the window away from you. You get up and walk around until you find a mirror and you see that you do not look the same at all… You had a whole new appearance. The only thing you saw that was familiar was your white camellia flower hairpin and that was pretty much it. You felt weird, like as if you felt so much stronger but you couldn’t understand how. 

You found a window and you tried to reach out into the sun but ended up hissing in pain. The pain was very piercing and you saw your skin burn. However, you saw that your skin very quickly healed. You knew that no normal human would burn up unless they had solar urticaria, but even if someone did have that they wouldn’t heal up as quickly as you just did. You wondered and wondered what could have become of you but you just couldn’t think of anything. 

You started to feel hungry so you went into the kitchen and found some food. You tried to eat it but you threw it up so quickly. You couldn’t understand why you couldn’t eat but your priority right now was trying to get something to consume. The day seemed to just swing by because when you looked outside you saw it was nighttime. You decided to extend your hand out into the moonlight and you felt no burn or sting so you fully stepped out of your home. You saw that you were just fine and so you went back inside and decided to get a change of clothes before going outside and you walked down to the village and all you saw was bodies of the unlived. 

You couldn’t understand why everyone died but you couldn’t do anything. All of a sudden, you smelled something like blood and it fueled you and it made you so hungry. You started to drool as if you couldn’t resist eating the dead bodies. You decided to take a little bite of a human you found because maybe, just maybe, this will satisfy your hunger. You took a bite and you felt addicted so you kept eating away at the human. After you finished you felt that your hunger was actually satisfied. You then saw that the sun was rising so you were going to rush home until you realized your estate was too far. Your next best thing was to just run into a house and hide there. However, when you entered that random home you saw a villager, an alive villager, and you wondered how he was alive. The villager was trembling in fear as you walked towards him. “Please wait! you can’t kill us like how he did the others, please have mercy!” the villager says. You think for a second to wonder what this villager is speaking of. “What are you talking about? Who killed the other villagers?” you ask hoping this damn villager will put his fear aside and give you an answer. “It was Muzan! He slaughtered everyone!” You suddenly feel as if that name was familiar. “Muzan..” you said. It was like as if you remembered something but your mind just couldn’t think of an image or memory of that name. 

“Fine. I’ll show you mercy however I will be staying here with or without your permission because I cannot go out until night time. Do you understand?” You asked the villager. “Yes! Yes of course stay here as long as you like! Just please let me live!” you rolled your eyes. "Whatever" you mumbled

To be continued...

A/N: I posted this on my computer so sorry if its wonky or just doesn't look good.

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 51

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: Iris, Daryl and Carol explore Atlanta in their search for Beth. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; suggestions of child/domestic abuse; child walkers; post traumatic stress

Chapter 51 - Bound

They left a trail of bodies as they rushed through the streets and alleyways to wherever Carol was leading them. Iris wasn’t used to traversing the dead city in the dark. Or on the ground, for that matter.

Carol led them around the back of another set of buildings, stopping at a small stairway up into a back door. Daryl tried the handle, finding it locked. He grunted, wrestling with it, but if he broke it in, they’d have no lock and it would make a sizeable noise for walkers to follow. He squatted down, peering at the deadbolt lock on the door before turning back to them.

“Two more.” Carol said, looking out at the two walkers approaching down the alley.

“You got a hairpin or something?” Daryl asked. He made a face at Carol’s notably short hair, looking mostly toward Iris. She put her hands into her hair, making a show of feeling around.

“Oh, no! I must have taken them all out after the prince’s ball.” She said drily. Daryl blinked slowly, showing no signs of amusement as his brow remained furrowed. She hiked her boot up onto the railing beside her, rolling up her pant leg to fish around. She pulled out three small metal tools, the first with a small curve at the end, the second with many curves, and the third with a larger notch at the end. “How about some lock picks?” 

“The hell did you find those?” Daryl asked, standing up. Iris offered a sly smile.

“Not so hard to find, if you know where to look.” She replied. She then jerked her thumb backward at the locksmith’s truck parked at the end of the alley. Daryl rolled his eyes and she took his place at the door, swiftly unlocking it. “Open sesame.”

“C’mon.” Daryl called, Carol surveyed their surroundings before ducking inside. Daryl pulled out his flashlight, illuminating a long hallway with a slumped body halfway down. Iris paused at the doorway in amazement, a small part of her wondering how the hell a potted plant could look so good after this long before realizing it was made of plastic. Luckily, Daryl and Carol both missed her small embarrassing moment, prioritizing examination of the body. Daryl leaned over the body, plucking a set of keys from the hook on its belt.

Carol opened a door labeled Service Center, a small office with filing cabinets and a sorry-looking desk awaiting them inside. The room was tiny, the walls beige and depressing, and this room in particular had no windows. 

“You used to work here or something?” Daryl asked.

“Something.” Carol replied. Daryl moved to another door further in, checking it briefly. Carol pushed the desk in front of a third door before they continued onward. Iris used the keys from Daryl to open the next. Inside seemed like a small apartment, complete with a very small bathroom, a set of bunk beds, an armchair and a few lamps. There was a side table with a few books and an ancient alarm clock. The book at the top was entitled, Treating Survivors of Childhood Abuse: Psychotherapy for the Interrupted Life. Iris looked around, taking in where they were.

“What is this place?” Daryl asked.

“Temporary housing.” Carol replied with a sigh.

“You came here?” He asked.

“We didn’t stay.” She replied, shrugging. Daryl set his crossbow down on the side table as Carol began to empty her pockets. “I’ll take the top bunk.” Carol called. Iris walked in and pursed her lips at the sigh of only two beds, the top one occupied by a pair of very fuzzy-looking stuffed animals. Daryl followed her gaze, noticing the small predicament. 

“I’ll take first watch.” He offered, clearing his throat. Carol glanced back at the two of them, smirking as she climbed into the bunk. Iris paid her no mind. Daryl pointedly looked away, peering through the window next to the armchair as Iris stared down at the bed. She wrung her wrist absentmindedly, considering. They should all get as much rest as possible to prepare for tomorrow, and yet…

“Are you sure?” She asked him. He turned back to her, swallowing. He could handle taking watch. Of course he could. He’d done it hundreds of times by now, as had she. But was that what she was asking? His eyes seemed a little wider, considering the double-meaning of her question. Maybe he wasn’t sure after all. 

Carol was almost open-mouthed, glancing between the pair of them as their tension took hold of the whole room. She obviously saw something they didn’t. She rolled her eyes as they stared at one another, collapsing onto the mattress, the frame squeaking.

“Place is locked up pretty tight. We should be good.” Carol pointed out, poking her tongue into her cheek so as not to smile outwardly. Iris and Daryl both blinked, glancing at her, then the bed.

“I don’t mind.” Iris decided, her voice whisper-quiet. Carol pressed her lips together, rolling over on the bed to give them the illusion of privacy. Daryl’s eyes seemed wider, and he swallowed again.

“Okay.” He replied, his voice equally low. He turned, and she tried to convince herself she wasn’t watching as he shrugged off his vest, biceps flexing as the moonlight hit them just right. At least, she thought, no one would be able to see her face redden. She turned, and in turn, Daryl tried not to look as she removed her jacket, the hem of her shirt rising just a bit, her hair falling down across her back.

They all stilled as a thud sounded in the distance, hands reaching for weapons. They moved back out into the building, more doors leading to the rooftop and other temporary rooms. Daryl took point, aiming with the flashlight and crossbow. At the end of the hallway, a walker was pressed up against a frosted glass door, gnawing at the air. He almost reached for the door handle, but another silhouette appeared beside the woman in the door, not even half her height, small, barely-grown hands reaching for fresh flesh. Carol stepped forward and Daryl stopped her, a hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to.” He said softly. She looked at him, making for the door once more. “You don’t.” He insisted. Carol grimaced, scowling into the void before she spun on her heel, moving back to their chosen room. Daryl followed slowly after her, nodding to Iris, who stayed. She knew how hard it still was for Carol, even if she tried to hide it. She quickly killed the walkers, covering their bodies with sheets from the bed. She closed the door behind her with a small shudder, making her way back to their own bedroom.

When she returned, Carol was facing the wall, back in the bunk bed, and Daryl sat on the edge of the bottom bunk, resting his forearms on his knees. Iris said nothing as she put her knives away, crawling across the mattress and lying with her back against the wall. It was a roomy twin, and they were both painfully aware of it. 

Daryl lay down beside her, his broad shoulders taking up much of the bed, even with a considerable amount of him hanging off the edge. He tucked his left arm underneath his head, his right finding a comfortable resting place across his ribs. Iris curled her knees upward, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Daryl?” She asked, barely audible.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“You said before… we get to start over.” Iris breathed, looking over as he stared up at the bed frame above him. It was all she could think about, really. Everything she did was mentally compared to her life before. Much of her skills were fortunately transferrable. But… perhaps she wanted a different life. Was it really possible? Daryl hummed, confirming her statement. “Did… are you? Starting over?” He paused, inhaling deeply.

“I’m trying.” He replied, turning his head to look at her. Her hair fallen over the pillow, face illuminated by the moon. She had her eyes closed, and she opened them to look up at him again.   He was looking at her strangely, in a way she hadn’t seen him look at her before. She might have, if she had caught him watching her in the woods by Maggie’s farm, pacing on watch at the prison, countless times sitting on the back of his motorcycle, even trapped in a railcar about to be cut into by deceitful cannibals. But this was the first time she had caught it, and the first time he saw her looking at him the same way. She glanced down, eyelashes brushing against her cheeks. “What’s on your mind?” He breathed.

“A lot of things.” Iris answered. She moved to lay on her back, quickly finding that it would be impossible for the both of them to sleep on their backs and stay on the mattress at the same time. Daryl turned onto his shoulder, allowing her to lay flat. Iris fell asleep soon after, and Daryl watched the gradual rise and fall of her chest with slow breath, her lips parting. He fell asleep to the soft sound of her breathing and the heat of her body beside his.

When the sunlight peered over the Atlanta skyline, it was aimed perfectly at Daryl’s slowly-opening eyes. He blinked, moving his head so as not to be blinded by the sunrise. As he made to stretch his limbs, he found his arms and legs tightly entangled, wrapped securely around Iris as she dozed, his face almost buried in her neck. Her arms were latched to his, keeping him firmly against her. 

Iris shuffled with Daryl’s slight movement, her face scrunching in the light before she turned, unconsciously burying her face into his chest. Daryl swallowed thickly, feeling his face heat. Iris’ eyes fluttered open and she rubbed the sleep from her gaze. Daryl’s body was suddenly rigid against her, and she looked up to see him turned away toward the window again, the tips of his ears red. 

Her own face flushed as she processed the compromising position they were both in. She carefully pulled her legs out from between his, his arms retracting from her waist as she slowly turned to sit on the edge of the bed. She opened her mouth to apologize, though she quickly realized two things. The first, apologizing might just make it exponentially more awkward, and it would be the first thing either of them had said to each other that day, meaning it was worse. The second thing she realized was that she wasn’t particularly sorry.

Daryl allowed himself the smallest of smiles as he looked at her back, biting the inside of his cheek. She stood, stretching her limbs and turning to glance at Carol, still sleeping soundly on the top bunk. Iris swallowed, glancing to the rising sun outside. They had at least a couple hours before they needed to keep moving, so she could sleep in a little longer.

“We should burn the body.” She whispered. Daryl blinked, sitting up slowly and facing her.

“Hm?” He asked, shaking the sleep from his brain. 

“The kid.” She clarified, glancing to the door to the hallway. Daryl followed her gaze, nodding in understanding. 

“I’ll find some wood to burn.” He murmured.

-

When Carol awoke, she smelled smoke. She looked out the window, seeing the soft grey clouds trailing up into the morning sky. She grabbed the gun from under her pillow, placing it in its holster. She didn’t bother wrestling with Daryl’s crossbow, instead grabbing the rifle she’d carried from the side table, jogging to the window closer to the flames. 

Her mouth fell open as she took in the sight of the pyre, various pieces of wooden furniture broken up into kindling and laid out to burn like a nice bed. Her eyes filled with tears, though she didn’t let any of them fall, sniffling. Iris was crouched over the fire, poking at the pieces of wood with a long stick as Daryl stepped forward with a bundle of white. The body was tightly wrapped in a sheet, and he laid it to rest as gently as he could on the pyre without burning himself. The two of them turned as Carol walked out onto the roof, acknowledging her before turning back to the young girl. 

Iris walked over, lacing her fingers together with Carol’s. Carol glanced down at their hands, squeezing softly.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Iris nodded, glancing up at Daryl, who mirrored the action. 

Eventually, after a few minutes of silence and mourning, they returned to their room and gathered their things.

“The car was headed downtown.” Iris stated as she tightened her belts. “If we get up on one of the tall buildings, we should be able to assess the city. See what we see, at least.”

“We can stay close to the buildings and keep quiet, but sooner or later, we’re gonna be drawing ‘em.” Carol replied, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

“We’ll hop rooftops where we can.” Daryl nodded, slinging his own bag over his shoulder, beside the crossbow. Iris raised an eyebrow as he grabbed a pad of yellow lined paper, but he shrugged. 

It was strange, seeing the city in the daylight. In the beginning, when Iris was still there, it was overrun with swarms and herds of walkers, and she had to jump between rooftops to get anywhere at all. Now, there was nothing. Broken windows, garbage, abandoned cars and belongings. A few patches of blood and gore. Occasionally they spotted a walker slumped against a wall, and they eventually got the hang of discerning whether it would get back up or not.

They moved quickly regardless, keeping to sidewalks and shadows. Daryl halted at a corner, the sounds of sloshing flesh and snarling coming from the cross street ahead. He gestured to the building across the way, and Iris nodded. It would be good to access. Tall enough that they could get a good view of the city, and multiple pedways across the downtown streets meant multiple access points for quick exits.

“Alright. We can get up there. There’s a bridge.” Daryl muttered quietly. He knelt down, pulling the pad of paper from his bag along with a lighter. He lit it up, tossing it like a frisbee into a pile of cardboard and trash that was a little ways from where they needed to go. It started to draw more walkers as the trash caught fire, and Daryl led them around the corner and into the parking garage they had been skirting around. 

They ran up the ramps and followed signs to the pedway. It seemed relatively empty, save for garbage and a few discarded belongings. Except as they rounded the corner to the bridge, they stopped at the sight of four walkers wrestling against the sleeping bags they were packed into. The pedway had been a camp of some sort, a few tents at the far side and clotheslines slung up in the windows. They walked around to the walkers in the sleeping bags, stabbing them quickly and eliminating any extra risk. Daryl grimaced as a few of them started to claw through the walls of the tents. 

"Some days I don’t know what the hell to think.” He grumbled. Since walkers couldn’t operate zippers, they were fairly safe, deciding to leave them inside and move onward. Iris turned, frowning at the pedway. She shivered, an awkward feeling taking hold of her. Like someone was watching them. It was similar to the feelings she had just before they met Gabriel, like there were eyes peering through the trees, through the windows and blinds of the buildings. But when she glanced back, there was nothing.

Daryl held the chained door open, Carol tossing her backpack and her rifle through the cap before slipping inside. An awkward fit, but none too difficult. Iris followed soon after, taking the crossbow from Daryl so he could shoulder his way through the doors.

“Good thing we skipped breakfast.” He grunted, his broad chest just barely passing through the gap. Iris hummed in agreement, passing his crossbow back with a small smile. This building was much fancier, they observed, an office building for rich companies. Through the windows outside they could see the damaged city, parts of it blackened by fire, the plants and grass leaving a grey stain on the side of the Atlanta highway.

“How did we get here?” Carol murmured, her gaze caught on the remains of a small park. Iris pursed her lips. Apparently they were having an existential sort of day. She scoped the room as Daryl stood at Carol’s side, finding nothing in particular. She made a point of helping herself to the crystal clear water in the cooler against the wall.

“I don’t know. We just did.” Daryl replied. He moved over to Iris, who had sat down on one of the fancy leather armchairs, looking out over the city. He lowered his voice, leaving Carol to her pondering. “The reason I said we get to start over… it’s because we gotta. The way it was…” He trailed off, shaking his head. Iris looked at him for a long moment, reaching up to ghost her fingers across the heavy purple bruise that still lined his eye, curtesy of Joe and his merry band of idiots.

“Yeah.” She breathed. She put her hand down, swallowing thickly. His shocked and impressively still expression made her realize what she just did. She stood, looking out over the park again, frowning. Except this time, something caught her eye. “Hand me the rifle?” She asked, Carol passing her the gun. She held it up, peering through the scope. There was an overpass near Hammond Park, practically empty, save for one white van that was crashed into the railing. On the back windows however were two thick white crosses. “Right there.” She pointed, handing Daryl the rifle. He followed her gaze, grimacing as he noticed the van. 

“Definitely some kind of lead.” Daryl decided, nodding. He handed the gun to Carol.

“It’s been there a while, but definitely one of them.” She agreed. “We should fill the water bottles.”

“Alright.” Daryl nodded again, gauging the distance between where they were and the van. Though his attention drifted, and his gaze fixed onto the abstract painting behind the large, solid-wood desk.

“What?” Iris asked, looking between him and the painting.

“I bet this cost some rich prick a lot of money.” He stated. “Looks like a dog sat in paint and wiped its ass all over the place.” He motioned across the canvas and Carol snorted, looking over from where she stood at the water cooler.

“Such a way with words.” Iris praised, smirking as she shook her head. “I don’t know, I kind of like it.” Daryl glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head at the side of her sly grin.

“Stop.” He scoffed.

“I’m serious!” Iris insisted, gathering her stuff and turning to the door. “You don’t know me.” Daryl scoffed again, shaking his head.

“Yeah. Keep telling yourself that.”

-

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[tavi-the-rat]

MLP HEADCANONS TIME

ok since im back to my childhood hyperfixation im gonna make a rundowns of my headcanons for my equestria girls college au :3

its gonna get long so ill put it under a read more

Twilight Sparkle:

-indian+canadian

-average height (about 1,7m or so), very lean, probably the skinniest one of the group

-shoulder length hair, oftentimes just forgets to brush it

-technology major

-considered going into physics but inventions are her special interest

-autism goes hard baybee

-her hobby is mechanical engineering so she picks apart vechicles in her free time

-one time sunset allowed her to work on her motorbike and she went INSANE

-has microdontia, very insecure about it, is considering getting braces

-radiohead listener

-as bisexual as she can get

Fluttershy:

-pakistani

-muslim, hijabi

-second tallest of the group (1,85m), shaped like a walking stick

-often styles her hijab with hairpins and earrings

-veterinary medicine major

-when she was a kid her and rainbow dash would put bugs in jars to take care of them, that's when her love of animals started

-pets stray cats on the street

-crochet girlie

-if you're friends with her you'll likely end up with a custom crochet cardigan from her

-cane user, struggles with chronic pain

-kpop stan

-oriented aroace and happy about it

Applejack:

-usamerican, specifically from southwestern missouri

-tallest one of the group (im talking 1,9m she's TALL), buff as hell

-long hair always braided

-agriculture major, but also a biotechnology fan

-she doesn't even need to hit the gym she got all her muscles from working on the farm

-will ask you if you're hungry & offer food regardless of the answer

-likes urban exploring & urban legends

-probably seen mothman at least once

-listens to indie bands and im talking real indie like those kind of bands that perform exclusively in basements and like 3 people heard of them

-lesbian with hella play like cmon she pulled both rarity and rainbow dash

Rarity:

-mexican+russian

-reformed jewish, wears her star of david necklace all the time

-third tallest of the group (1,8m), fat and curvy

-fashion major, but already has her own boutique

-lush locks, she has a strict 10 step routine to maintain them

-started designing clothes at 16 but has had a lot of experience with sewing since she had to repair her clothes as a kid bc she grew up poor

-classic lit fan

-will go on a tangent how underappreciated and misunderstood sonya marmeladova is

-its an unskippable cutscene btw you have to listen throughout all of it

-twilight convinced her to read sci-fi as well and she's a huge fan of it

has a lot of stretch marks and cellulite and she's very proud of it

-same goes for her moles and tooth gap, she tends to compliment people on things that are usually considered insecurities

-very sensitive to heat & prone to sunburn

-classical music all the way, her favourite composer is chopin

-lesbian, in a polyamorous relationship with rainbow dash and applejack

Rainbow Dash:

-welsh

-shortest one of the group (1,6m) and salty about it, very muscular but not as much as applejack, hits the gym 4 times a week

-wants to be able to lift applejack, currently to no avail

-mullet haver, cuts his own hair

-aviation major, is training to become a pilot

-adhd and dyslexic, struggled a lot in classes and at one point in life was convinced she's dumb but turns out he just needed accomodations

-has always been keen on flying, loved watching birds and dragonflies with fluttershy

-all spare money goes to piercings, currently has snake bites and an industrial

-vape girlie im so sorry but he would vape

-her pilot jacket literally never comes off

-morning person. he'll literally wake up at crack of dawn and ask you if you want to go on a jog with her

-punk rock fan, his favourite bands are dead kennedys, sex pistols and misfits

-bigender (he/she), lesbian, in a polyam relationship with rarity and applejack

-atp she started carrying around a stool to be able to kiss his girlfriends

-constantly has purple lipstick stains on his cheeks from rarity giving her kisses, not bothered enough to wipe them off

Pinkie Pie:

-creole

-second shortest after rainbow dash (1,65m), chubby

-has vitiligo

-dyed her hair many different colours before ultimately settling on pink

-LOVES trying different hairstyles, she loves having an afro but her second favourite hairstyle are bantu knots

-culinary major, dreaming of opening her own bakery

-works part-time as a kid entertainer, children absolutely love to be around her

-accesorizes every item of clothing she owns, there are more pins and patches than there is material

-pro gamer girl, has her own youtube channel

-plays minecraft with sunset shimmer

-adhd girlie

-fan of hyperpop and pixel, but listens to pink metal as well

-pansexual :3

Sunset Shimmer:

-argentinian

-about the same height as twilight (1,75m), fit but not exactly muscular

-has medium length hair but definitely buzzed it once or twice in their life

-ethnology/anthropology major

-really keen on historical cosplay

-rarity helps her with period-accurate costumes

-wears pressure gloves both to help with her arthritis and because they look cool

-owns a motorbike and they're very cool for it

-diy enthusiast, made her spiky choker themselves

-decorates her battle jacket along with pinkie pie

-goth & metal enthusiast, loves type o negative and scary bitches

-bisexual & nonbinary (they/she)

[sleepykye]

Back to the old times...

Okay so imagine that you are obanai's best friend from when he was young.

《Spoiler warning》

Obanai's backstory

What's behind his mask

Please read at your own risk ⚠️

Obanai sat on his tree, thinking about you from the old times, oh how you were so kind to him...

His family was well off because of cruel things they did. Obanai was born and raised in a cell by a family who worshipped a female snake-like Demon. The Demon's face and lower half of the body took the form of a snake and loved eating babies. His family sacrificed their own children in exchange for the stolen goods of the people the Demon had killed. The demon took interest in obanai because of his eyes, which leads to her sparing obanais life in order to eat him when he was older. But she had ordered his family to slit his mouth in order to resemble hers.

Here's a pic of how it looked like ( her mouth )

You, being one of his family's servants (pretend they had servants okay- ) served him food everyday, but you felt pity for him. He would be eaten one day without seeing the outside world, and you felt that what his family does is wrong. You gave obanai a hairpin for him to break the walls and escaped.

The hairpin could be hidden easily when he was observed by the snake demon. You didn't really think that it was good enough for him to break the wall though. But you had faith in Obanai, you even gave him your pet snake, it was trained by you and could prove useful for him. Obanai found you kind and you often found yourself talking with him and engaging in conversations. You also often help him try to break the wall with a hairpin aswell.

The moment you both succeeded in escaping, both of you ran and ran until you were out of breath. But not long after, the snake demon had found both of you and almost ate the both of you alive, until you were both saved by shinjuro.

He handled the snake demon quickly before taking you and obanai together to find obanai's family. Obanai got yelled at by the last survivor of his clan saying, " YOU SHOULD HAVE LET YOURSELF GET EATEN ! OUR WHOLE CLAN IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU !! "

Which brings us back to the present, obanai didn't really want to remember the rest. With you beside him on the tree, he is thankful that he and you were together till the end. And if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be alive right now.

"What are you thinking of obanai ? " You tilted your head as he looked like he was in a daze.

"Nothing" was all he said as he patted your head. You let it slide as you both continued to sit on the tree in silence, observing the surrounding area. From the expression he had just now, you could tell he was smiling under his bandages covering his mouth. But you really didn't understand why he would want to cover it, but you decided not to ask as it may bring up bad memories for him.

[promptthebear]

Hiii, could you please do Billy Russo “Stay there. I’m on my way.”? Fluff please. Thanks :)

Easter Askbox Event- Billy Russo x Reader Fluff

CW: Reader is 2nd person “you”, pronouns and gender for reader not mentioned but they menstruate and are wearing a skirt. Some mentions of canon typical violence.

A/N: Finally I managed to write something shorter for once! I think just shy of 500 words is the closest I’m going to get to a Drabble lol. Enjoy!

Billy was halfway home, when your custom ringtone started blaring through the car’s speakers. He glanced down at the touchscreen control pannel, his brows knit together with confusion and concern. Usually, if you needed to get ahold of him you’d just text or leave a message at Anvil’s front desk. A surprise phone call really could only mean one thing. You were in trouble.

Immediately, Billy’s mind jumped where it always did each time he thought of “you” and “trouble” in the same sentence.

Frank.

Somehow, Frank Castle had come back from the goddamn dead and was going to finally make him pay for all the shit he’d caused. The problem was, everyone knew Billy didn’t give a shit if he lived or died. He’d accepted long ago that if he didn’t put a bullet in his own skull, someone would happily do it for him and he’d made his peace with that.

You, however, were another matter entirely. The only thing you’d ever done “wrong” was fall for an evil, murdering bastard like him, and that wasn’t worth dying over, no matter what anyone else thought.

Gripping the steering wheel reflexively, Billy took a deep breath, and then tapped the button that would connect the call. There was an eerie, crackling silence on the other end that did nothing to melt the icy rock that had settled in his gut.

“Billy?”

There was a slight tremble to your voice, and it sounded thick, like you had been crying. It almost broke Billy’s heart, but at the same time he couldn��t help but feel a little relieved. Yes, you were upset, but it sounded like regular, run of the mill upset instead of “help I’m being held hostage by the ghosts of your past and they’re going to kill me” upset.

“Hey baby. You okay?”

“I’m-“ you made a choked noise, somewhere between a hiccup and a muffled sob “God, this is so stupid. I’m so sorry.”

“No, princess, you don’t need to be sorry. Whatever’s wrong, I’ll fix it okay? I just need you to tell me what happened.”

He could hear you taking a shaky breath, like you were trying to calm yourself before speaking. God, he hoped nobody had been stupid enough to try and hurt you. If anyone had, they’d be finding out what trying to talk with a slit throat was like before the day was over.

“It’s…my period.”

Billy bit back a sigh of relief.

“Yeah? Are your cramps bad or something?”

“No, I…well it came early, right? And I don’t have any tampons or anything and I bled through my skirt. I’m still at work, I’ve been hiding in the bathroom for the last fifteen minutes and…shit. I told you it was stupid”

It was all Billy could do not to laugh. It’s not that he found your predicament all that funny, but he was just so thankful this was something much simpler than his imagination had concocted he couldn’t help himself. He settled for a smile instead, hoping he sounded reassuring instead of mocking.

“Aw, babydoll. Do you want me to come get you?”

“Please? I need you”

Billy shifted the car into third gear, preparing to make a hairpin turn as the engine purred louder. If he went quickly, he could get home, get you a change of clothes and get to your office in under twenty minutes.

“Stay there. I’m on my way”

[moodybluezzz]

Hairstyling w/ Team Bucciarati

[Content: SFW, gender neutral Y/N]

[Word count: 1.1k]

Bucciarati

When you ask Bucciarati if you can style his hair, he agrees as soon as he sees the smile on your face. "You can certainly try, Y/N." This man would let you get away with practically anything if it meant making you happy.

Since Bucciarati's hair is so short, your options are limited. However, you can curl it. He has no objections, even commenting that he’s curious to see how it would look since he's always had straight hair.

Bucciarati sits perfectly still and talks casually to you through the entire process, watching you wrap his hair bit-by-bit in the curling iron and expressing his excitement after each section is done.

In the end he places his hairpins back in and chuckles as he fluffs his curls. "Well this is certainly different. And I can't say I don't like it." He thanks you and decides that he'll have to invite the gang to dinner just to see how the others will react. You wonder how the others would look with curls or if they'd let you style their hair at all.

Abbacchio

"Absolutely not." Unsurprisingly, the moment you ask Abbacchio to style his hair he shoots you down. However, after a bit of insisting and promising to do it in private, he agrees. "Fine. But if anyone sees, you're dead."

Abbachio sits in front of you, his shoulders tense as you start running your fingers through his hair. "Just get on with it already, will you?" he comments impatiently, crossing his arms.

Since Abbacchio has the longest hair out of the gang, you decide to have some fun with it. You work his pale hair into a wrap-around braid on each side, merging into a half-up ponytail in the center.

To your surprise, Abbacchio doesn't speak up again for the rest of the process. He gradually relaxes under your touch, eventually closing his eyes with a faint smile. Though he'd hate to admit it, he secretly loves the feeling and doesn't quite want it to end.

By the time you're done Abbacchio is disappointed that you've finished so quickly. He opens his eyes to look at the final product and smiles wide, resting his head in his hand. "I'm impressed. Maybe I'll let you do this again sometime, mio tesoro."

Giorno

Giorno smiles softly and happily agrees to let you style his hair. "Of course you can. Just make sure it looks good," he jokes. He takes a seat and sighs, having needed a break like this. Becoming a gang-star is hard.

You carefully remove the bands holding his current braids and curls together, letting free an ocean of golden waves. You hadn't realized just how long his hair was, falling just below his shoulders. It almost looks too good to re-style, but you can't stop now!

Already knowing Giorno’s hair looks good in a braid, you decide to put a twist on his usual look. With some trial and error, and a bit of help from Giorno himself, you manage to put together a unique half-up style - the top braided into the shape of a flower and the bottom left down.

Giornio gazes into the ornate mirror in front of you and smiles, turning back and forth to see your work from every angle and make a few adjustments. "Perfect! Thank you Y/N, I didn't know you were so skilled at this. We can do this more often if you'd like." He kisses your hand politely, excited for the others to see what you've done.

Fugo

"Why me?" Fugo wonders why you want to style his hair, of all people. His reputation as the hothead of the gang has undoubtedly been drilled into your head and there's certainly more eager candidates than himself. Nevertheless Fugo doesn't feel like disappointing you today, especially if it would mean being berated by Narancia and Mista for not having enough fun again. "You know what… fine."

Fugo sits in front of you, somehow even more tense than Abbacchio. Sensing how uncomfortable he is, you decide you'll give him a quick and easy style. He watches your every move in the mirror as you start running your hands through his hair, preparing to tie it back. You catch his sharp purple eyes in the reflection and he glances away, blushing. He didn't expect to enjoy the feeling and trust your process so much. He almost wants to tell you but he isn't sure how. He stays quiet and lets you do your thing.

You pull Fugo's hair into a spiky ponytail, sticking up boldly in the back with long bangs left down in the front. When you're done he brushes his hands over the spikes of hair, smiling ever-so-slightly. "This isn't usually my thing, but… It's not bad. Thank you. Really."

Narancia

"REALLY? OF COURSE YOU CAN!" Narancia is more than excited to have his hair done. Judging by how unkempt it usually is, this must be a rare treat for him. "I want it just like Fugo's!" By now nearly the whole gang has shown off their styles and Fugo's spikes caught Narancia's eye immediately.

Narancia sits in front of you and asks how you convinced the rest of the gang to agree to this. You laugh as you tie his hair up just like Fugo's. Despite how quickly you're done, Narancia is still overflowing with excitement. "Awesome! I can't wait to show Fugo! Hopefully he isn't mad I copied him… Oh well!"

Mista

"Oh, well… I don't have much hair for styling… But you can play with the hair I do have as much as you want," Mista says with a wink. You've somehow never seen what's under Mista's hat, so you can't help but be surprised when he removes it to reveal a head of short, dark, and very curly hair. He motions for you to sit in his lap on your styling chair and you happily oblige.

You reach up and ruffle his curls with a chuckle. He smiles and blushes, loving every second of it. "You should take your hat off more often! You're handsome without it, you know," you comment. Mista blushes but keeps a confident face. "Oh reeeally? Anything for you, mia cara…"

When you're done, Mista puts his hat back on and together you head back to the rest of the gang. Mista pouts as he looks around the room. Everyone is showing off their new hairstyles - it's amusing but you can't help but feel proud. "Damn it, how long do I have to grow my hair for this! ...Better yet, how the hell did you get Abbacchio to agree to this!"

[piedpiperslists]

Is there any jungkook smuts/fics based on like a church setting, or any virgin jungkook fics you can recommend me please?

Hi. These are the fics I can think of with a church setting:

* s - contains smut

Doxology by dark-muse-iris - one shot (s) / wc~6.3k / secret relationship, PWP Summary: It’s Easter Sunday, one of the holiest of days for your presumed faith. But instead of spending it taking in the Lord’s message while tucked between your devout parents, you’re off sinning with the man who knows how truly wicked you are.

The Kids Aren’t Alright by sketchguk - one shot (s) / wc~10.5k / pastor’s kid!reader, FWB Summary: Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

Shiver by hansolmates - series (s) / bad boy!Jungkook, church girl!reader, childhood friends to lovers, FWB Summary: Your childhood crush Jeon Jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. When he returns for a Christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. In exchange, Jungkook craves a taste of you.

As for virgin!Jungkook fics, here's about 15 fics listed under the cut. But is this a trend lately, the asks I've gotten have been mostly about virgin!Jungkook lmao

A Blight on the Heart by thatlongspringnight - one shot (s) / wc~13.3k / established marriage, historical au Summary: You married him because you wanted a new life, and even with the struggle, the fights, you’d marry him again any day. Or - Jungkook loves you from the moment he reads your first letter, and the rest is history.

But We Loved Too Young by jl-micasea-fics - one shot (s) / wc~10.4k / childhood friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

Close the Distance by hearts4joon - one shot (s) / wc~13.5k / college au, neighbors au Summary: Two different adults, living two completely separate lives — in the same neighborhood. A guy who’s overbearing mother makes him carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. A girl who’s parents are all too drawn to her younger siblings to even give her the time of day. While the two fall in an unlikely relationship (very unlikely), they still ravish each and every part of one another in every way — the best of attention, the one they both craved all their lives.

Ghosts Just Wanna Have Fun by sugaxjpg - one shot (s) / wc~20k / med school au, psychic au Summary: When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

Gotcha by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / wc~11k / childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: The color blue. Two white hairpins. “Hey, Jungkook.” A laugh with shaking shoulders that Jeon Jungkook thought he would hear and see forever. Hey, Jungkook. But then those words became a memory, until she was standing in front of him again, sporting the title of “Virgin Killer” and Min Yoongi by her side. Was this his second chance or just another memory?

I Want to Have Sex by jeongi - one shot (s) / wc~7.2k / established relationship Summary: You plan on taking your boyfriend, Jungkook’s, virginity tonight.

Infatuated by namsjunies - one shot (s) / wc~3k / university au

Need to Know by pixieknj - one shot (s) / wc~4.4k / virgin!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook’s tired of you teasing him…

The Virgin Volume by kpopfanfictrash - one shot (s) / wc~6.8k / angst, college au Summary: The story of how The Rich Man’s Crochet Club Jungkook lost his virginity. Prequel to The Monogamy Monologues.

Here's more virgin!Jungkook but I keep getting an error, so I had to break up the list.

Wait, You're a Virgin? by joonsmagicshop - one shot (s) / wc~8.8k / college au Summary: Jungkook gets teased at a college party for being a virgin and asks you to help him out

Will You Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly - one shot (s) / established relationship, college au Summary: Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change… Can I Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly - one shot (s) / established relationship, college au Summary: Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

Glitter and Disquiet by joheunsaram - two shots (s) / CEO!Jungkook, YouTuber!reader, enemies to lovers, chaebol au Summary: Poised to inherit Korea’s largest gaming company in a few months, the world looks at Jeon Jungkook as a symbol of envy. Why wouldn’t they? He has everything, riches, power, and according to the rumour mill, endless women. Little do they know that his father’s company is on the verge of downfall, he barely has respect of his employees, and regardless of the rumours, he’s just a virgin saving himself for true love.

For Science by boymeetsweevil - series (s) / nerd!Jungkook, friends to lovers, FWB, college au Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

One Time, In Your Room by ubemango - series (s) / established relationship, college au Summary: There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)

[valkariel]

Nightcaller

I always think this staff is really unique with a castle-like shape at the head, but it's really bulky. The moon shape is echoed in the headpiece though! Try soot black dye for the weapon if you don't like the red glow in the windows.

Head: Augmented Lunar Envoy's Hairpin of Casting - gobbiebag brown Body: Augmented Radiant's Mail of Casting - jet black Hands: Manusya Gauntlets of Casting - soot black Legs: Prestige Crimson Breeches - soot black Feet: Angelic Thighboots - jet black

Alt Feet: YoRHa Type-53 Thighboots of Casting - default

Earring: Prototype Alexandrian Earrings of Casting Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: Midan Metal Rod - default Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: The Dead Ends - The Plenty

Shader: Faeberry Bloom