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hiraeth-sonder · 8 months ago

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Delusive Masks - Nasu

Yan! Tamamo no Mae x Reader

Old foxes aren't the best servants, they're wily and complex, and most of all, possessive

TW: Mentions of violence in the form of burning, general toxic manipulative behaviour, not really proof read

//The brainrot hit so bad that I wrote a bad fever dream. A whole bunch of liberties taken with the way being an onmyoji works and with characters as per usual. Poem is from 陽成院歌合, topic of 夏虫の恋 and is number 06 of the whole collection

あふことを, いつともしらぬ

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To be a good person is not difficult, to be a good onmyoji perhaps less so. For many people, merely getting the skill and natural ability to qualify as one is already a kind of privilege, it taints the way they view themselves, creating grandiose splendours that they can transcend beyond the mortal principles. Yet when one becomes powerful enough to summon shikigami beyond weak spirits imbued into paper dolls, it gets to their head. They suddenly, foolishly believe themselves capable of nothing short of miracles. How fast they fall, turning themselves into cruel masters, bidding their servants to acts no better than the very yokai they seek to exorcise, kicking upon their shikigami to which they had entered that sacred contract.

You are grateful for many things in life, the first that you had good parents that supported your wishes, the second that you could become a practising onmyoji, and the third being your master’s consistent and persistent hammering of humility and altruism. No lesser or greater than any being that walks upon this world, whether human or spirit, your duty was to protect the innocent and excise the guilty. Of course, he had worded it much more eloquently than such, but the motive was still present in his orotund words.

Your shikigami are as equally deserving of respect as you are, unconditional kindness could very often make the difference between an evil spirit and a good one. You have stuck by such truths for as long as you have started, even when the only spirits under your command were Ubume and Zashiki Warashi. It became a promise of kinds, that you would always do right by them so long as they showed the same sentiment in return. Eventually, you ended up with quite a few of them, a good entourage of them you knew you could trust. Yet, it was rather difficult for people to take you seriously without certifiably powerful spirits, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that there was a certain gap between the perceived disciple of the great Abe no Seimei, and the reality that you were.

There was some part of you that did resent that expectation, partly that others should have no right to comment on your ability solely on your patronage, and partly because it felt too close to home. Of course you knew it was shameful to be so powerless when you study under one of the best practitioners, it is only natural you did.

The smell of incense fills your nose as your eyes adjust to the dim room, a talisman before you laying on the wooden floor. With a brush in hand, dipped in ink and poised for use, you calm your pounding heart. You have already summoned a few shikigami before, yet at this very moment, you could feel nothing but inexplicable foreboding. It made no sense, with your current living quarters more than protected by both your and your shikigamis’ efforts, yet you could not merely shake off the tenseness in your joints and the roiling in your stomach.

It hurts, everything still hurts. Your hands from all the preparation, your knees from kneeling on such hard floors, your head from everything that has been and shall be. It is as though your body only knows to bear suffering, pain from which is borne from being mortal, pain borne of the pure action of breathing.

Still, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Picking up your brush in a ramrod perfect posture, the incantation so familiar to your lips spill out as ink stains the talisman. Your voice starts soft, barely a whisper in the wind and as your hand scrawls and scrawls with a fervour not quite known to human consciousness, it rises until the only sound in your ear is your very own words.

The moment your brush lifts off the paper and the ink settles within, placed within the circle, it resonates and glows, bursting with light and into flame as it burns into a brilliant blaze. It threatens to engulf the summoning room, grazing at the ceiling as even the fire from your candles are absorbed into such a violent inferno. You can feel the heat, practically licking your skin and singeing the ends of your coat, sweat beading at your brow as you shield your eyes from the bright display.

Even when the flames dim, what is before your eyes is merely the shaping of the firestorm into nine distinct tails, a vulpine silhouette that eventually reveals a tall figure, draped in silks and brocades. With an elaborate fox-like mask hiding the top half of his face, this spirit which presented himself as both court official and decadent noble snapped open his fan to further hide his jade white visage. Among the cool night, all you could feel was the radiating heat from his form, even if he retracted his flames, it was as if there was nothing beyond him and his fire.

The high wooden geta clacks against the wooden floorboards, elegant footfalls approaching you ever closer as he steps out of the circle. He makes no effort to lower himself to your level, fervid eyes burning behind the mask as he tips his fan beneath your chin and lifts it. The spirit takes a gander at your appearance, scrutinising your every feature with an intensity far beyond mild interest.

“This place has experienced great change since I’ve last been here,” The old fox’s lips curl into a smile, the peek of sharp canines peeking from behind. His voice is sultry, a minacious bite to his words, “Onmyoji, we finally finally meet.”

No matter this first introduction, dealing with this great spirit will be much more complicated than any you have ever met. A venerable kitsune in which vagary destruction lay right at the snap of his fingers, no matter what kind of fate he deems worthy for your mortal self, it is exactly because you are mortal that you should meet this trial.

Bowing, you raise your clasped hands in front of you and dip until you feel your back screech for mercy, “Tamamo no mae-sama, it is an honour to meet you.”

“Do take care of me, little lady,” He croons and a shiver runs through your bones, no matter how gentle his words were.

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なつむしの, おもひはかぎり

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“Master, I did not think you would arrive so quickly.”

Your hands are steady as you tip the lacquered teapot, fragrant tea pouring in a steady stream from its slender spout. The dark liquid a blend you rarely take out other than to entertain your master, there is a certain trepidation that comes with such an act, one you are not sure when will finally leave you. The joints of your fingers ache, throbbing even as you lay at rest.

“It is so wrong for me to worry for you?” He raises a brow, azure eyes regarding you with some placid gleam.

Despite your admittedly out of place nerves, your master has done nothing to warrant such, that in spite of his graceful and aloof poise, Seimei may likely be one of the kindest people you have ever met. You understand that a person can in no way be entirely benevolent nor evil, for that is what makes a sentient being sentient, but there is merely something about him that brings forward ease within a person.

You only shake your head, an abashed quirk tugging at your lips. Watching him take a sip from his cup, your mind drifts back to the message you had sent. A letter that was hastily scrawled and messy beyond reason, the paper carried the distinct stench of smoke and ash, it was a moment of panic now that you could look upon the incident with a much clearer head. The minute you had situated the old yokai in conditions appeasable to his own tastes, you remember sprinting back to your room, sweat clinging to your skin and staining the paper as you wrote, informing your master what had just occurred and asking for his guidance.

“Of course not, I just thought you would have taken more time to get here,” You hum, your voice lowered and sheepish. “Were you not at the capital when my letter arrived?”

Your master only nods, “Your words were so fearful, I thought you had come across a great trouble.”

He takes a moment to partake from his drink once more, a silence falling upon the sun-lit room as birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sound of your shikigami going about their lives ring from the distance. You rest your eyes upon his form, noting the seeming flawlessness of his presence. Sharper features that hinted at some otherworldly grace, just the most minute sign found in the form of the slight furrow of his brow revealed the distress that plagued him. Then, his long lashes flutter open, and your master merely seems to smile, relief all but seeping from his eyes.

“I am glad you are well.”

Averting your gaze, you thank him under your breath as heat flushes at the tips of your ears, not quite certain whether such bashfulness stems from troubling him or emotions else explained.

You can only move the conversation of topic away from that moment, putting on a facade of ease, “I thought you would have more insight about him.”

The expression on his face shifts ever so slightly, a sudden hardness in his eyes as he grips the teacup just the little tighter.

“He…has experienced a great number of losses due to both divine and human action,” He manages to breathe out, the sound almost all but serene if not for the lengthy pause between his words. Your master inhales, as though to continue his words, yet he only sighs, “I am afraid that is as much as I can disclose for now, it is not my place to tell what he does not wish to be revealed.”

Just as you think to pry just a little further, Hana’s voice echoes from beyond the closed doors, asking for your presence. There is a concern tinging her words, and judging by the pattering of rushed footsteps, this was a matter that required your immediate and utmost earnest attention.

“Master, I must apologise but…” Your eyes glance between him and the door, chest tightening ever so slightly as blood rushes through your veins.

Seimei merely shakes his head, an assuaging expression on his face as he waves you off, “Do not worry about me, go ahead.”

Nodding, you rise as quickly as possible, rushing off as you are swiftly carted off to the issue. The white haired man remains in his seated position, taking in the scent of his tea as he closes his eyes. He hears the silence of the wind, with neither bird song nor liveliness of existence. Seimei finishes the rest of his tea, herbal and heady fragrance greeting his senses for the last time before he places it down alongside your abandoned cup.

He takes a breath, not bothering to open his eyes as he speaks, “Uncle, I know you are there.”

From beyond the door and announcing his entrance through soft clicks, a masked man deigns to show his face as he lowers his fan. With his lips almost permanently lifted in mirth, the scarlet markings that painted his mask aided with the unease that your master suddenly feels creeping onto his spine. He is unfamiliar with this sensation, especially from the man before him.

“Seimei, its been a long time,” The old fox croons, insouciant tinge to his voice.

Without missing a beat, your master finds a new urgency within him, “What are your intentions with my disciple?”

“We have yet to see each other after so long and this is your first question for me?” Tamamo hums, an unexplainable expression on his jade white face. His fan taps against his jaw in a rhythmic manner, voice much more playful and recondite than Seimei would have liked, “She called out and I responded, nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you have any malintention upon her, I fear I may have to take action.”

Not quite a threat, for even he is unable to deny their relationship, but more so a warning. This tension between the two of them has an unspoken depth, one that had existed long before this clandestine reunion, and with Seimei’s admittedly almost obvious concern for your wellbeing, it only seems to sour so.

The old fox smiles, and the younger finds that he does not enjoy the way those golden eyes seem to shine with burning regard from beyond the mask. Tamamo only muses, yet despite the airy nature of his voice, behind his lilt was a zealous avariciousness, “I promise you, no harm shall befall her so long as I am by her side.”

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なくやあるらん

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For all that the froglets incident was worth, a situation that had been more so confusing and hysterical for the regional townspeople than any life-threatening catastrophe as you had been led to believe, it was only a mild inconvenience. A few dozen little frogs dressed to appear as great yokais were merely wandering around and acting as if they were the spirits themselves, of course they had also been imbued with some kind of ability that allowed them to recreate such acts, but it was still not some matter that would raze the whole of Heian-Kyo.

Still, that had not meant you expected to return to your abode with said froglets nipping at your heels ready to make themselves useful.

“Master…” At a loss for words, Momo could only cock her head at the image before her.

Rather than being seated at your desk pouring over documents, you were instead making yourself quite busy with some leisurely reading while the froglets dedicate themselves to stacking your books in an order only they seemed to know.

“It’s okay, they are not causing any issue,” You smile, an amused huff escaping your nose when your eyes drift to Susabi Frog balancing on top of Ichimokuren Frog as it just barely pushes a star chart into place, “I am just keeping them busy.”

Turning your attention back to Momo, you place down your book as you roll your shoulders back, the vertebrae in your spine not quite as sore. “Did you have something for me to look at?”

“Ubume asked whether you wanted to join us for lunch or have us eat with you.” Her voice is slightly hesitant, just one step away from wavering.

It feels like instinct at this point, you rest your head upon your palm and squeeze your eyes in delight. If you had to be honest, you did quite miss being able to have meals with your shikigamis, always some lively affair and certainly occuring far too sparsely for your liking.

“It has been some time since we all sat down together and ate, has it not?”

She nods her head, a hopeful expression on her face as her eyes widen in mock innocence, “Mhm! So will you?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you get up and dust your clothes. An excitement fills her as the little blooms in her hair burst open, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you out. Turning a glance to the froglets, you wave them over and they come scampering to your side at the first notice, almost all too excited to follow along. They clamour in the occasional croak or ribbit, asking about this and that. More akin to children, you wonder when that sentiment started.

By the time you arrive in your courtyard, it is all but a wonderfully teeming gathering, noise filling your ears in a manner that only served to coax your heart from its tight cage. Seeing them like this, you are happy that you get to have such a sight, living free from suffering and safe, that was the most important point, that they were safe.

“I see you all are in good spirits,” You hum, an announcement that is swiftly followed by a symphony of ‘Master’s’.

Some of the younger shikigami immediately leap from their seats to your side, to which you only greet them with on overfond smile and a pat on the head. Those busy with serving food or handing out cutlery likewise greet you, not quite able to pull themselves away from their tasks but still sending a smile or a wave. Momo is quick to join everyone else, flitting between chatting and aiding. Ootengu had busied himself with scooping soup while Hana had been floating around ensuring everyone had some kind of meal, leaving one person notably uninvolved.

“Little lady,” The old yokai calls for you, resting his head on his palm as a smile plays on his lips. Sitting beneath the plum blossom tree, he almost looks like the subject of a great painting under falling petals and soft sunlight. Just the view of such makes you almost afraid to approach him, yet still you do so. You are unable to tell exactly whether his levity is real, but you can only assume so by his leisurely tone, “Have the froglets been helping you?”

Glancing at the frogs now being babied by the rest of your shikigami, a notion you did not think they would take up so fast, you only laugh, “They are very earnest, thank you.”

Silence falls upon the two of you and for a moment, it truly does feel that all is right in the world. There is little discomfort in your body, joints no longer cracking at every minute action nor head pounding at every little stimulus that dared to exist. The smell of sweet flowers and delightful aroma of proper food fills the air, and you yearn for nothing more than these days to continue on.

Those froglets, troublesome at first though they may, had ended up being a kind of blessing. For ever since their attempted marauding, you have had little, if any issues that required your action. You spend your days reading and writing, responding to correspondence and finally able to focus on your studies.

It is while reminiscing that Tamamo’s silvery words reach your ears, pleasant and coaxing.

“These few weeks have been rather peaceful, don’t you think?” He tilts his head to the side, meeting your gaze in a single move.

You squeeze your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping you as a smile tugs at your lips, “It has, I can finally get to some marriage proposals I had apparently recieved.”

For a moment, just the slightest second late, you thought the old fox’s expression darkened. Yet just as quickly as it came, it left, and he simply continues on. His eagerness almost resembles that of those older ladies, that crooning voice asking for more and more, ready to give advice you never thought you would need, older yokais surely were no different than mortals.

“Oh? And who is the lucky fellow?” His nails, scarlet and far longer than you remember, clasp around his fan.

“Just another onmyoji, he isn’t from the big name clans that sent their pathetic excuse they call letters,” You sigh, then hold your hands up in clarification, as though to correct yourself from your perceived distate, “Which is good, less likely to be some bigoted oaf.”

Tamamo merely hums, snapping open his fan to hide the bottom of his face, yet there was an odd wry tinge to his words, “How intriguing, our little lady seems to be quite popular to attract even onmyojis from the big clans.”

“Don’t flatter me, they just want to find someone they can continue their bloodlines with.”

Rolling your eyes, an acerbic grin appears on your face as you take a drink from the teacup one of the froglets brought over. Just like those old ladies, he places a hand on your shoulder and with an assuaging tone, a sense of warm reassurance is poured into your being.

“Well, you won’t have to worry. I’m certain you will have no trouble.”

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またまたも, みをぞすてつる

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Kiyohara Genjirou, a practicing onmyoji that had sought you out not only for his pursuit of the craft but admiration as well. So he cited in his first correspondence, and so you would like to believe.

As he wrote to you, you found him an eloquent and diligent man. Genjirou, though not hailing from a noble family nor considered talented enough to join a major clan, wandered through the country aiding when he could. All he had were paper dolls and simple talisman, yet that was all he needed. He had heard tales from those whose qualms you have solved, and had grown curious of your being. It was natural, yet this natural curiosity had grown to longing when he caught a glimpse of you in the city.

The image he described of you had seem otherworldly when you first read it, donned in simple robes and merely another face among the crowd, his eyes had no choice but to follow along your form, entirely unable to pull away from you. As if sent down from the high heavens, even the slightest whisper of your voice had made him understand why men should turn to religion.

You thought of him less fondly, perhaps not an infatuation such as his but an interest nonetheless. He had only sent two letters, the first that had been introductory and more similar to polite courtesy, the second much more personal and akin to courting. Still, you had been touched by his words, further still when you read the last portion. He would make the journey to your estate, to meet you and to perhaps, if you would allow him the chance to, to court you.

It was by no means a demand, but rather a suggestion. Genjirou had gone so far as to write that should you not find him appealing in any manner, that should you deem him overstepping, you were in every right to have him kicked out and his hair cut short.

You remember showing Tamamo the letter, surrounded by the froglets as he read from behind your shoulder. You told him that you would like to meet such a staunch person, and perhaps at the time, you had laughed alongside him when he said that should Genjirou truly act as he feared, then it would not be humiliation that he would bear. There was nothing to worry for, all you had to do was await his arrival.

Yet, despite his staid words and his solemn promises, he never came.

Under the moonlight and through the cold night wind, you can only let out a soft sigh. Your shoulders slump beneath your robes as all of a sudden, your body feels too heavy for your feet. Leaning against the wooden pillars of the front gate, that familiar tightness in your chest returns once more. Yet rather than what feels like your ribs enclosing onto your rapidly beating heart, what occurs to you now is more akin to that sentimental organ squeezing against its cage, yearning to pry straight through to leap out and wither away. Your lungs long for air, forcing in and out and yet it is not enough, never enough.

It is cold, so, so cold. Why were you cold?

Closing your eyes, you feel a presence approach from behind you, then a hand pulls you away from your resting spot. You lay against a warm body, that even through layers and layers of silk and brocade, you do not even have to open your eyes to know who it is.

“Tamamo,” Your murmur disappears into the night, yet it is a call that he hears and responds to.

With your limp limbs that which hang uselessly, the old fox gathers you into his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I thought he was different…”

Methodical and rhythmic, his chest rises and lowers, coaxing your breath to follow suite. Within his hold, there is a warmth that penetrates the skin, enveloping your tendons in loving flame. Tightly held and tightly received, Tamamo lets you dig your nails into him, until your fingertips ache and your wrists cramp up. He merely returns the sentiment, as though it was entirely natural to do so.

“Will you be honest with me?”

As though ashamed to even consider such a thought an option, you can barely muster your voice to above a whisper, “Do you think I’m a disappointment to my master?”

“Of course not, my little lady is very accomplished,” He croons, his voice soft and soothing. “Do you think I would have answered your call otherwise?”

Still enveloped in his presence, you inhale the familiar smell that clings to him. When he speaks to you as such, it truly does feel like all will be right in this world. Desiring nothing more than to keep you safe, this old fox you had once shrinked from has now become your only succour. How fast you had let him in your heart, that he should treat you with the same regard and care you do the rest of your shikigami, and you would become so easily reliant on what he may give you. Ironic, yet undeniably a notion you had grown aware of since his arrival.

“Besides, he is rather foolish to give up on you,” He sighs, an undertone distantly related to triumph hidden beneath assuage and fondness.

That graceful hand cups your face, reverent as though bearing a great treasure. Your eyes flutter open, and it is then you notice that he is no longer wearing his mask, presenting that exquisite face once hidden to you. Narrow eyes of beguiling gold with long lashes, lips that more appeared as delicate petals. No matter the scarlet markings painted upon his skin, it is no wonder that men should turn to fanaticism in the face of such sublimity. You can only stare in awe, how warm your ears flush and how heat roils in your stomach upon the sonorous hum of his voice.

“You deserve much, much better than a human who only knows to lie to you.”

Lying on the beaten dirt path, Kiyohara Genjirou will be buried in an unmarked grave, neither name nor profession known to those who will find him. For all that remains of this unwitting suitor is the stench of smoke and shrivelled corpse, caught too soon in a fox’s tempestuous favour and left to burn in the same blazing rancour that once threatened to engulf the tranquil capital.

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なつむしの, なほあきたらぬ

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Being a good onmyoji is not difficult, it is not some arduous task to respect and love your shikigami, to treat them as one would dear friends and family. Yet, a shikigami that has only lost and lost, when given a second chance to make it all right, what then happens to that good onmyoji is very often known only to those hidden away.

Your master, when he had learned of the events that transpired had taken it with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a sharp exhale. Before he left, he had gifted you a talisman and instructed you to hang it in your room, to which you did. Yet, that very day, it had gone missing from your door. You had no unease at it, after all, he had given you hundreds of protection talismans, what difference was one going missing?

You on the other hand, had come to realise many things about your emotions with the arrival of both dismay and prolonged peace. That old fox who has done nothing but inexplicably care for you, with no explanation nor clarification. It had come out of nowhere, that quiet wistfulness and longing glances, you nearly thought yourself mad yet it was true. Torturing yourself with what could only possibly be, one could only imagine the joy that filled you when you had to do nothing but wait just a little longer, and even that foolish wish should come to be.

Cicadas sing in the distant night, your lover has long retired for the night and lays atop the bed, what you may see now is but his most true form, masks and disguises left at the door. Vulpine ears atop his head along with nine full tails, he once again scoops you into his embrace as even his tails move to cover you.

“Cold…” You only whine, squirming closer as though you could crawl into his skin.

Tamamo only huffs in amusement, no sign of actual vexation, and pulls you in closer. The increased contact brings burning touch falling upon your skin, the old fox noses along some invisible line at your neck, his lips pressing a kiss upon your pulse. He coaxes a sigh from your throat, soft and airy and almost all too practiced. Wholeheartedly embracing the fervid greed within him, you think you feel the prick of sharp canines against tender skin, yet you could care less.

In nothing more than your sleeping robes, luxurious clothes stripped off, legs entangled and limbs intertwined. To an unwitting observer, it would be difficult to discern whose form was whose, so thoroughly ensnared fox and human may as well be one body.

With neither onmyoji nor spirit to separate the two of you, and in this little delusion, not even the heavens will seize you from his side. He has ensured it, he shall see to it that the one he loves will never bear such suffering ever again.

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gremlinmodetweeker · 4 months ago

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riffing off socially awkward deeply anxious König, do you think he would do better digitally? chatting with someone he met online or someone who streams an obscure game? you have a lovely relationship with him and then before you meet in person he's like so. i'm. very. awkward. as a real person. i might not. talk a lot. you'll be carrying the conversation, don't take it personally. you have a captive audience for ANY topic. anything. you want. and why is it going to be a/b/o's spn origins

Okay yes this absolutely. I can totally write something for that. I hope this story suffices!

Now, I have no idea what you mean by the omegaverse, but I could try making an omegaverse!König if you’d like. I do not understand by spn omegaverse origins. Please feel free to either respond here or ask in my inbox. It should be open??? Tell me if it isn’t.

Anyways, onto the story! More below the cut.

König Prefers Quiet Time

König is a voracious reader, so he’s rather verbose and eloquent when online. His messages are witty, insightful, yet practical and grounded. He’s quick to become your best online friend. After all, he’s so well-spoken! He writes beautiful paragraphs that are easy and amusing to read. It’s rare to find such a delightful person online.

And he’s so quick to win over your heart. Whenever he can be, he there’s for you. He’ll take pictures and videos of sights on deployment or jot down little stories to tell you when he can. Sometimes he can drop off the face of the earth, but he’ll be back online soon enough and messaging you about how his latest mission went and what he did (within reason, can’t give away secrets).

Every time he comes back online, you know you’re in for a good time. Whether it’s him complaining about teammates, or having to argue about directions with a local, he’s got fantastic (yet terribly awkward) stories about his days. He always says he’s so shy and hates social situations, and sure he sometimes sounds a bit strange when he recounts the stories, but they're so fun that you don't really take in how it would look from an outside perspective. Sure, he sounds a bit dorky in these stories, but still so eloquent! He’s got this little way of describing things with abstract metaphors that make you smile and wish you were there by his side.

It took a lot to convince him to have a relationship with you. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s that you ask to meet up in person. He tells you that he’s happy to meet you, but then why does he suddenly have more missions? He’s so punctual, but he missed his flight? When he goes on about having a stubbed toe, you have to put your foot down. You want to see him, and that’s final.

Begrudgingly, he books a vacation with you.

When you go to pick him up from the airport, the first thing that stands out about him is how tall he is. Then how big. You didn’t think they made people in that size. This guy has Shaquille O’Neil running for his money. Like, how? And then you realize that he’s crouching down to make himself look smaller. It’s insanity. At the very least, he’s easy to pick out in a crowd, what with his hood and all. You do worry about him fitting in the car, though.

So you go up to him, and then he sees you and he looks nothing but elated. It’s a beautiful moment between you two. In that hectic airport, with people calling in many languages and bags squeaking and the cars outside honking and revving their engines, it’s perfectly silent and beautiful. It’s a wonderful moment that you think you’ll cherish until you die.

The next moment is where it all falls apart.

He accidentally drops his bag and it spills everywhere. He scrambles to pick it up and he keeps looking around with wide eyes of terror so you take pity on the poor lad and lean down to help. He then promptly stands up and cracks the crown of his head against your nose and now your nose is bleeding and oh no he dropped his bag again and now he’s apologizing and then he’s rushing to the bathroom and you’re left with the realization that you fell in love with an absolute mess.

By the time he’s back, your nose has stopped bleeding and you’re packing his belongings back into his pack. He tries to silently offer you tissues, so you take them and wipe your nose tenderly, but when you make a joke about it he doesn’t say anything. Odd, but maybe he’s just a bit frazzled.

You’re driving back home when he finally says his first words to you besides ‘hi’, ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’.

“Thank you,” he says as he stares at the road ahead.

“What, for the drive?” you laugh, “it’s no problem! I mean, it’s not too bad. It’s about an hour’s drive, but I’m fine with that!”

König says nothing, just nods as you speak. You’re starting to worry that you picked up the wrong person. Where was the confident and friendly man you spoke to online? Where was his friendly joking? At least you now understand his awkward and amusing stories he told you, because even though you love him, you can’t help but feel terribly awkward. If he’s this bad with you, you can only imagine how bad it is with others.

You were prepared for someone who was going to talk your ear off, but you felt like you just picked up a skinwalker instead. Was he even blinking? You can’t tell. He looks shell-shocked as he gazes off into the distance.

“So, um, how was the flight?” you ask with a wide smile.

“Gut.”

Anything more? No? Nothing more. Well, that’s helpful.

“Did they give you anything to eat on the flight? Are you hungry?” you ask, hoping to pry more than a couple words out of him.

“I ate,” he says quietly.

You nod and bite your lip. So this is what it was going to be like?

You take him into your home. For the entire night he refuses to take a step outside.

By the time noon rolls around the next day, you decide to take the initiative and knock on his door.

“Hey, König?” you call.

You get a hum from behind the door.

“Can I come in?” you ask nervously.

There’s a pause, then a hiss and a curse, then the door opens.

“Thanks,” you whisper as you squeeze by him, but he doesn't move to let you in any easier.

König sits delicately on the edge of the bed while you sit on a stool across from him. You look at each other for a few moments before you crack.

“Am I… Am I not what you thought I’d be?” you ask nervously.

König tilts his head as he narrows his eyebrows.

“I mean, just…” you sigh, “you talked so much online, but you’ve barely said a word since I picked you up from the airport. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”

You hesitate for a moment, before you tack on, “Is there something wrong with us?”

König’s eyes slowly widen before he shakes his head quickly, the fabric swinging like a dog shaking after a dip in a lake.

“Nein, you are…” he gestures towards you with one hand, “you are perfect. It’s just… Ah…”

You brace yourself.

“I am not good at talking,” he admits.

You deflate. That’s it? He’s not good at talking?

“But you’re fine online,” you point out.

“Ja, but this is… It is different,” he sighs, “I am not good at talking to people in person. It is.. Scary. I do not like to talk much.”

You nod as you listen carefully.

“So…” you rub your thumb over your kneecap, “would you like me to do most of the talking for us? Would that make things easier for you?”

König nodded quickly.

You laugh as you feel your shoulders relax.

“Great. I think I can do that.”

From then on, the visit is wonderful. Now that you know that König just isn’t great at talking in person, it’s a delight to talk to him. Sometimes you think you talk at him, but you realize pretty quickly that he’s listening attentively to everything you say. He’s a delight to speak to. If you ever lose your train of thought, he’s quick to help you get it back so he can listen to you further.

You realize pretty quickly that he worries too much. When you take him out to places, he’s nervous and flighty. The louder and more chaotic, the worse his social anxiety gets. As such, you find yourself going to more quiet areas. You chill and relax in quiet cafes, go to the aquarium at night, even play some games at a board game cafe in the middle of the day, when there’s nobody else there.

He’s a friendly man, all things considered. You also quickly learn the basis of his awkward stories.

You’re at a grocery store when you see it in action.

“Oh my God you’re so tall!” a woman looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

König barely turns to acknowledge her, but he gives her a curt nod.

“Can you, like, help me with something?” she asks eagerly.

König looks down at you, then back to the woman.

“What is it?” his voice is sharply cold, and you can see the woman wince.

“Well, um, there’s this thing on the top shelves, and I was hoping you could get it for me?” she says, a bit nervously.

“What is it?” he’s somehow worse than last time.

“Um, uh, I can show it to you?” she offers meekly.

“I need to know what it is,” König practically tears her head off with how brutal he sounds.

You grab his hand and squeeze slightly, but it seems like it’s all going downhill too quickly.

“It’s-”

König turns to face her abruptly and she’s stumbling back before scurrying off. König watches her go, then turns to you.

“Why did she go?” he asks innocently. You can hardly believe him.

“König…” you start slowly, “is that how you usually speak to strangers?”

He thinks for a moment, then nods.

“König I think I know why you think people hate you.”

König’s eyebrows raise up for a moment, “You do?”

You nod, and give him a brief explanation. You can see his brain doing somersaults in his head, practically melting out his ears as his entire world view is shattered before him. Before he can respond properly, the woman is coming back with security in tow.

It’s no wonder König has so many interesting awkward stories.

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pikahlua · 4 months ago

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Fourteen Days of MHA: Day 3

Light Fades to Rain

Okay, let's gush. Here are my feelings about the anime adaptation of chapters 360-362: season 7 episode 11. This will quickly devolve from eloquent discussion to raging madness I promise.

The opening five minutes are the weakest part of the episode. This is the only section I will lodge any complaints about, and honestly they're not that serious.

The sadomasochism got toned down :P

I kind of expected it, and honestly I get why. Even though it was scaled back, the scene was effective enough for most viewers because there's just something about seeing it animated that makes it feel visceral anyways. The detail was always going to be reduced in the art when adapted to animation, and a lot of that art could've looked really bad without the necessary detail.

But it wouldn't be on brand for me if I didn't mention that it bummed me out lol.

The only other thing I can complain about isn't even an issue with the episode, it's an error in the subtitles.

"...you're just goldfish poop next to All For One."

a) It should be "One For All," not "All For One."

b) I don't think they should have kept it as "goldfish poop." Sorry to any language purists out there, but the idiomatic meaning of this phrase in Japanese will not get picked up by an English-speaking audience--and that idiom is important. It has an impact on how Katsuki behaves going forward. I think the subtitles should have changed that to something like "a minnow in One For All's wake" or "a tag-along weakling," ANYTHING to get the point across that Tomura is trying to inflict psychological damage by telling Katsuki he'll never amount to anything on the level of One For All. That message informs the rest of the episode!

Now, if that's the only complaint I have about this whole episode--a slightly too-fast-paced-under-detailed opening scene and a bad subtitle--then I'm a happy camper. And indeed that is the only complaint I have.

This episode is a masterpiece of adaptation.

The focus on the Big Three is so good because it does such a good job of masking where the episode is going but it's perfectly in-theme because of the parallels the three of them have with Izuku and Katsuki. IT JUST WORKS MAN. I LOVE IT.

The music that plays when Katsuki mutters is an excellent choice, though I wish they could have done something to hammer the point home more that he was indeed muttering and analyzing like Izuku does. Maybe the little "mutter" text would've been dissonant in tone lol but still I wish there was a way they could've done it. I do think the point does come across in the end still, but it's just more impactful when you get to see the little "mutter" text come full circle. Yeah yeah, manga vs anime and all that.

I didn't expect the tone they went with for Jeanist's reaction to Katsuki's muttering, but it was just different not like bad or anything. I kinda liked the whole "what the fuuuuck" vibe of it. I was thinking more like "Holy shit, I'm a proud dad" tone but this works XD

Jeanist is such a dad.

HE SPARKLE. KATSUKI, HE SPARKLE. IT SO PRETTY. AT LAST.

The animators were SOOOO trying to hide the twist this episode from the anime-only viewers, they didn't even put Katsuki on the commercial bumpers, they didn't want to SPOIL THE SURPRISE. IT'S SO GOOD.

Lost it at Tenko's freak out (damn voice actor wow) and Mirio's "g-gomen." I need the dub of this scene so bad.

JEANIST MY FIRST LOVE, DAD-ING SO HARD ALL OVER THIS EPISODE LOOK AT HIM GO.

Nejire is adorable as hell and everyone in MHA is so easily read as autistic it's remarkable actually.

They really put the typography behind the plasma cannon they actually did that.

UNF THAT PIANO. THE PIANO GOES OFF ALL OVER THE PLACE THIS EPISODE, DAMN.

Also good job on making the plasma cannon blast look small and precise to contrast Katsuki's attack last episode, because Katsuki definitely has more firepower but Tamaki has the finesse to concentrate the attack for a sustained period.

BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS

Everything from BOOTS on is perfection I know you all already know that.

Jeanist's voice acting is underappreciated, I really loved him this episode.

The little special sound effect for his clusters now!!! IT MAKES ME SO EXCITED. I CAN'T WAIT TO SUPERIMPOSE IT OVER KATAMARI DAMACY NEXT SEASON

Present Mic with the La Brava's-Love-quirk soft narration omg [chef's kiss]

OKAMOTO. OKAMOTO OH MY GOD. YOU GIVING ME FEELINGS WITH YOUR VOICE CRACKS I CAN'T SLEEP

The slo-mo shots are so pretty ;_;

THEY GAVE US MORE KUDOU TOO AND IT WAS SO GOOD, THE CONNECTION WAS DRAWN SO WELL BETWEEN HIM AND KATSUKI I AM LOVING IT SO MUCH. IT ALSO HELPS THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING AUDIENCE UNDERSTAND THIS IS DEFINITELY THE AFO-DOMINANT PERSONALITY NOT TOMURA.

Even if this series ends without explaining it, I'm going to come up with my own explanation for that vestige world shit. That cannot just be symbolic afterlife bullcrap. IT MEANS SOMETHING.

He's just a boy ;_; He's just a baby boyyyyyy

GIVE HIM HIS AUTOGRAPH BY THE END OF THIS SERIES SO HELP ME--

he spin thru the air like a meme

It's time for Horikoshi's favorite character: Bakucorpse!

You wanted the blue sky gone, but at what cost?

YES I'M LOVING THE VIBE FROM THE THUNDER SOUND

Oh...oh it hurts a lot to see in color, oh he's so pale...ohhhh no

THAT ENDING SONG? NOW? HOW DARE.

That horrifying feeling of emptiness at the end :)

The joy of watching others cry over this 👀

Katsuki is the actual symbol of hope I don't care what anyone says. All hope of victory is lost with his death and the only chance of winning comes from reviving him with the literal power of hopes and prayers and wishes. He is Hope Incarnate. A very Sassy (Soft Precious) Hope Incarnate.

#14DaysofMHA #Day 3 #katsuki bakugou #light fades to rain #my hero academia manga spoilers #final arc spoilers #just me having feels #i'm in a glass case of emotions

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annymation · 11 months ago

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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 7- Inspire Them

Chapter 6

“You’re… a star?!”

“You guessed it!” Aster exclaimed cheerfully, flying down to the ground while doing backflips in the air, until he lands in front of her with a bright smile on his face, he bows down like a prince formally introducing himself to a princess.

“Good Asha Lucero, you have given so much happiness to others, you deserve to have your wish come true.” The star speaks more eloquently now, and it feels like these lines where rehearsed, that's because they were, for he's actually just repeating what all wishing stars say to their wish makers when they come down to earth, like it’s protocol.

That line is a reference to what the Blue Fairy says to Geppetto.

“So it shall be my honor tooOO-OH MY GALAXY IS THAT A RABBIT?!?” He sees a rabbit coming out of the bushes and gets distracted… Again…

As you can see, Aster’s not very good at following wishing star’s protocol.

Asha watches as the teenage star flies by like lightning towards the little critter, she's blown away trying to process that this is actually happening and not just a dream, wanting to ask a million questions while at the same time she's completely speechless. So all she can say in a stutter is “Umm y-yeah it sure is hehe” To answer his question. She can't help but chuckle seeing how the star is so amazed over something so simple like a rabbit.

Aster holds the rabbit’s ears up, the animal seems confused but not really minding it “Awww they're way cuter seen up close… And I was right! I told them rabbits had big ears!” The star claims victorious.

Asha tilts her head to the side “Huh? Told who?”

“A few neighbors of mine that make up the lepus constellation, see?” Aster points up to the sky, to a constellation that looks like a rabbit with very tiny ears “I told them rabbits had cute BIG ears, but they insisted their formation was good enough, it’s like they don’t even care for accuracy, really” They say while looking up with a smug, shaking his head slowly, it's like he's thinking "I told you so".

Asha gazes upon the night sky, her eyes sparkling just like the stars “… Y-yeah I guess the ears are pretty tiny hehe” she suddenly realizes what Aster just said implies... Aster is not the only one. She quickly turns to them perplexed “Wait wait slow down, are you telling me ALL the stars... ARE ALIVE??” She's breathless, looking back up at all the stars like a deer mesmerized by headlights.

Aster can't help but chuckle, she's so amazed over something that, to him, is so simple “Heh heh not aaaaall of them, but most of them, yeah." Aster explains casually while letting go of the little critter. The star turns their attention back to Asha, gazing at her with a friendly smile while floating close to her, observing her with curiosity.

Asha on the other hand is still gazing up to the night sky as she says, her voice filled with astonishment "My father used to write that we had a connection with the stars but... I could never imagine they’re actually people!" She turns back to look at Aster, her voice barely above a whisper "… Much less that they come down when they’re wished upon"

"Oooh we don’t usually come down to help at all, I’m just here because you’re a special case, Asha" Aster says, floating around her like a fish swimming in circles.

“I am?"

He stops flying around, now just floating right in front of her to explain why he's there in the first place “See, when it comes to wishing upon a star, like myself, NO request is too extreme..." He stops for a moment as if to think how's the best way to continue his point "Although... your request to save your kingdom from the clutches of two evil rulers is… Well … A lil bit extreme, just a bit, not gonna lie… heh heh" They say sounding more high pitched and awkward than before.

"Yeah... I know" The girl looks down slightly

Aster lifts her head gently to look at him, giving her an optimistic smile "That is, too extreme for you to do it all by yourself, that’s where I come in!”

Asha’s enthusiasm slowly returns "So... You'll grant my wish? just like that?" She snaps her fingers to indicate how easy and quick it'd be.

Aster hates to bring somewhat bad news, but he tries to explain it the best they can “Eeeh no, hehe not exactly, I can’t just fix everything in the blink of an eye, that’s more of a genies thing, ya know?” They clarify while creating a genie's lamp with their star dust, manifesting it above his hand to illustrate his point.

“Huh, I see” Asha is surprisingly not disappointed by that at all, she honestly didn't think it could be that simple, besides, just having any help at all is more than enough "So what can you do?"

“Oh I can do a lot! Watch, hey Valentino!" Aster flies down, now face to face with the little baby goat "What do YOU wish for lil buddy?"

Asha looks puzzled "I thought you couldn't grant wishes"

Aster giggles as he looks up to her, the star is floating barely above the ground but he's posing like he's laying down, with their hands behind the back of his head "Hehehe It's easier to explain if I show you, but let's just say I can grant simple wishes, however, the stronger it's the want in the wish maker's heart then the more I can do!"

"Maaa! Maa!" Valentino bleats out happily to Aster

Aster eyes sparkle with excitement upon hearing the goat's "words" "OO-HOHOO now THAT'S a strong wish! You got it buddy, here ya go!" He sprinkle some star dust on Valentino, to which the goat gladly eats all of it. Asha watches curiously, waiting to see what could her goat possibly have wished for...

And Valentino talks

"Did it work- *gasp* It did! I'm tawkin I am tawkin!" The little goat giggles, adorably hopping around the two of them, Valentino's voice is cute and high pitched, he sounds like a toddler.

Asha lets out an "awwwwn" with a huge smile and her eyes wide. She sits down to hug Valentino, not able to contain herself with such an adorable display.

"You sure can bud! Now go on, make your wish come true!" The star cheers while floating above the two of them

Asha looks up to Aster confused "Huh? But you just granted his wish"

"Nuh-uh I just wanted to say one thing, I wanted to THANK YOU!" The baby goat exclaims, nuzzling closer to Asha in their embrace "Thank you for always taking care of me! You're the best fwiend I could ask for!" He finishes, licking her nose.

The girl stares at her baby goat, completely overwhelmed by the cuteness.

"Soooo yeah, I can make animals talk! Pretty neat huh? But that's just the tip of the ice be-" Aster notices Asha was quiet, too quiet "Uuuuh you're ok?"

"*sob* yeah I-Im fine *sniff*" She hugs Valentino while petting him, sobbing at the sweetness in his voice. She really needed to hear that after the day she had.

Aster doesn't understand what sad tears are though, so they assume he just made a huge mistake "oh OH NONONO- IM SO SORRY I-I THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE IF HE TALKED D-DON'T WORRY ITS NOT PERMANENT! HE JUST WANTED TO SAY "THANKS" P-PLEASE DON'T BE SAD" The star is panicking, flying around and flailing his arms uncontrollably.

Asha dries a little tear from the corner of her eye and smiles at Aster "Hheheh calm down, I'm not sad, really, I just got emotional that's all"

Aster looks relieved at that, he calms down as he flies down to sit next to her

"Maaa! Maa!" Valentino is back to not talking.

"Oh so it really wasn't permanent" Asha says, as Valentino leaves her arms to hop around and eat some grass.

"Like I said, all he wished for was to say thanks, now that he did so, he has no need to speak anymore" Aster explained calmly

Asha had a thoughtful look for a moment, her eyes light up as she pieces it together in her head "... Hmm I think I get it, so you just gave him what he needed to fulfill his wish himself" Aster nodded his head quickly, excited that she got it right, Asha continued "So... What about my wish though, how will you help me grant it?" She asks to the wishing star sitting next to her.

Aster’s already big smile widens even more with the question, as they fly upward and lifts her up with one hand "I’ll be your guide! Give you all the tools you’ll need to succeed! But of course, the only one who can make your wish come true is YOU!” He boops her nose, making some star dust fly around her face

Asha feels a sense of joy come to her when the star boops her nose... But even then, the thought that everyone is depending on her makes her feel all her fears and insecurities come flowing back.

“Me? But they’re the king and queen of that whole kingdom and I… Well, I don’t even know WHO I am in all this” She admits, looking away from the star for a moment, her gaze is distant.

Aster can sense her sadness returning, and the spark of her light glowing dimmer as hopelessness fills her thoughts. His eyes turn to the side for a moment, pondering how he can rekindle her spark and make her see what he sees... Eventually, his eyes lit up with an idea, literally making his hair shine brighter like a lamp bulb turning on.

"Weeeeell I can't tell you who you are neither, that's something only you can figure out." Aster begins with a playful smile, flying to be face to face with her.

Asha notes how those words are a direct contrast to how the royal pair kept saying she needed their help to find out who she is. The star word's caught her attention.

"BUT if ya ask me, I think I might have an idea of who you are in "All this". So allow me to elaborate in the best way I know how… EVERYBODY HELP ME OUT!"

Aster exclaimed, calling upon all the living things of the forest. He uses his magic to bring all the trees and flowers to life, as well as making all the animals able to sing and dance.

And so, we get my version of "I'm A Star."

This song is quite literally the opposite of what “Wish Away” was, if "Wish Away" made Asha feel small, like she couldn’t do anything on her own and NEEDED the king’s magic, “I’m A Star” is doing the opposite of that, making her feel as grand as a celestial body, like she can do anything, and Aster is just there to land a hand, but only she can reach her dreams, and she CAN do it.

I’m A Star

[Verse 1]

Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers? Or blow dandelions in the wind? Asking them to better your chances Why throw a dime down a well? While you know that's no spell

(Aster begins to sing, extending his hand up to the sky to present all the beautiful stars above. Asha looks up to them, but before she knows it Aster grabs her attention again by pulling from behind her ear a dandelion made of star dust he just created, he shows it to her while singing the second line, Asha instinctively blows it like she indeed always did as a kid. Aster then flies away from her and to a wishing well in the woods, he makes a coin with his star dust and throws it while not even looking at the well, his gaze is still focused on Asha as she watches him sing attentively)

Things passed down generationally, to you Yes, I hear And to some unbelievers those are shoddy fallacies But have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

(Aster makes the trees come to life, happy faces appear on them as they dance along with he music, Asha watches them in amazement, she starts getting into the mood of the song, with a giddy smile on her face. She answers "Yes, I hear" to Aster's comments, because she indeed grew up with these traditions of wishing upon dandelions, wishing wells and stars, but not thinking those will magically solve all her problems, it's just a first step to set her goals. As he sings the final line, Aster flies to above the trees, reaching to the stars with a determined and confident smile, Asha looks up to him with her eyes shining... Suddenly Aster flies back down doing backflips in the form of a ball of light, and hits the ground the song makes a "THUM" before the chorus kicks in)

[Chorus]

Well, you don't have to look too hard I'm here for all your question marks If you're tryna figure out just who you are Don't look far

(Aster stands up as soon as they land back on the ground, the animals of the forest now all sing to help him with the chorus. Upon singing the second line, Aster hits his foot on the ground, making a trail of light glow underneath the earth like roots (It's like Elsa hitting her foot down when making the castle during Let It Go), that make a giant flower grow under Asha, lifting her up to above the forest, the giant flower blooms during the third line. Asha is on it covering her eyes in fear for a moment, but Aster flies to be in front of her, taking the hands off her eyes as he sings the last line, making her look at him, he gives her a reassuring smile, making all her fears go away)

In the sky, and your front yard In your heart and in the scars If you really wanna know just who you are You're a star…

(Aster pulls her by the arms and they jump off the flower, Asha is once again startled, but when they're about to fall Aster makes another giant flower bloom, that catches them just in time, they hop on that flower and Aster once again pulls Asha to jump again, this time Asha fully trusts them and jumps without fear, knowing they'll make another flower for them to jump on. They do this during the two first lines, but as Aster sings "If you really wanna know just who you are" they spin around in the air holding Asha's hands, they both twirl in the air together before Aster throws Asha up to the sky, she floats with a little bit of Aster's star dust on her, and she looks in awe to the stars above her... Before she thinks of what Aster just said, now her face turns into confusion, as she immediately falls down in his arms)

[Verse 2]

What! But you just said YOU'RE a star! Uh-huh! Well, yeah, but you're up to par Cause' while I do bring that magic intervention Only you can reach your destination!

(Asha and Aster are now back in the forest, Aster just caught her in his arms, and Asha promptly questions what he means by saying "She's a star" when clearly he's the star here. Aster puts her back down as he answers that yes, he is a star, but he explains Asha is just as magic as he is, Aster makes some star dust flow from his fingers like tiny fireworks as he sings "Magic intervention". A bunch of animals show up around them and sing in harmony the last line. Asha looks at all of them in surprise. The whole forest is lit up with colorful lights thanks to Aster's magic.)

See, I'm more like that lil voice, in your head That suggests when you can't find your path ahead So even though I can't do all of the work for ya I'll make sure it's enough for you to shoulder!

(Aster suddenly is tiny, the size of a hand, dancing on Asha's shoulder. He whispers in her ear that he's the little voice in her head, and once he sings "Path ahead" he makes a golden path appear in front of her, made of star dust. The animals all happily follow that path and encourage Asha to follow along, she hesitates for a moment, but she takes a deep breath and makes a run for it, making little Aster fall from her shoulder as he sings the last line)

[Verse 3]

A wish is a dream that comes from your heart So I've dropped in just to do my part With my magic we'll make that dream go just as planned But I'm sure that by now you already understand:

My wish... depends on me? EXACTLY!

(Asha walks through the path, accompanied by the animals, they sing the first line to her melodically. There's some butterflies flying around her too and Asha gazes upon her overjoyed. Aster flies along side her, posing like he's laying down relaxing, saying how he's just there to do his part. He then uses his magic to create even more shiny yellow butterflies, seeing how Asha seems to like them. The music plays drums as Aster sings "But I'm sure that by now you already understand" and the butterflies fly around Asha in circles, one of them fly to her finger, Asha looks at it as she asks "My wish... Depends on me?", she sounds unsure but she's almost understanding. Aster yells the answer with contagious enthusiasm, making the butterfly on her finger fly away"

[Chorus]

For you don't have to look too hard It's all around and not too far If you're tryna figure out just who you are You're a star!

(Asha is suddenly picked up by a Iberian red deer, running with their herd behind them, all of them singing the chorus, she holds on to his horn with a smile as Aster flies in front of them lighting up the path ahead, the deer she's riding sings to her "You're a star")

Do you know you're a work of art? Even in the deepest dark If you really wanna know just who you are I'm a star!

(Aster sings the first two lines along with the other animals, while looking at Asha with eyes full of admiration. Asha however looks in shock ahead, pointing to him they're running to a cliff, Aster notices and as they jump off the cliff Aster makes Asha float with his star dust, holding her close to her with the full moon behind them, they look at one another in the eyes for a second...Valentino was also on one of the deers, and comedically passes by floating and singing with his baby voice, even though he has been "off screen" so far.)

[Verse 4]

Some say that's just too ordinary Like us stars just ain't necessary 'Cause I'm no legendary genie Granting wishes one, two and three!

(We cut to Asha and Aster back on the ground in the middle of a flower filled, Aster makes all the flowers glow like stars, making the woods beautifully lit up with splashes of color and light all around them. As Aster sings "'Cause I'm no genie legendary" he makes a yellow lamp just like the one from Alladin and hands it to Asha, as she holds it she hubs it, and out of it comes three Asters, completely yellows as they're made of star dust, each one shows up in the rhythm of each number in the line "One, two and three")

Well, my friend, just between you and me I'm way more fun, 'cause, you see I'm here to guide and make you believe YOU can write your origin story!

(Aster snaps his fingers making the lamp and all the three clones disappear in a poof of yellow glittery dust. He's now holding Asha by the shoulder and speaking close to her ear like he's about to tell her a secret as he sings the first line. He offers her a hand as if inviting her for a dance, Asha gladly accepts it and they both dance together around the dancing trees and animals. Aster lifts her off the ground and twirls her around as he sings the last line, Asha looks down at him with a radiant smile, she seems to really like that idea)

[Chorus]

You don't have to look too hard It's all around and not too far If you tryna figure out just who you are You're a star!

(Asha and Aster dance together, they hold hands an almost begin to do a waltz before Aster always changes to a more free style dance. The animals sing the chorus and copy them, with some rabbits dancing while holding their paws together, and some birds flying together in harmony with the music, Valentino is dancing to along with the animals. Aster boops Asha's nose as he says "You're a star")

No matter where you end or start We're both each other's counterparts If you really wanna know just who you are I'm a star! (Wooh)

(Asha is filled with delight as she dances freely, without a care in the world, she feels as if she could fly. She watches all the magic that surrounds her with pure wonderment in her eyes, she finally fully accepts what Aster and all the other creatures in the forest are trying to tell her, as she exclaims "I'm a star!" and all of them cheer.)

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh, I'm a star Watch out world here you are (Hey, hey) You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?) Me, I'm a star! (Wooh) Oh, you're a star! Watch out world here you are! (Hey, hey) You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?) You! You're a star

[Outro]

Ha-ha-ha, wooh Yes, wooh Ah-ha-ha, ho-ho

(Aster makes a light shine on Asha like a spot light, as the animals all watch her dance by herself, feeling fully confident in who she is. The star keeps hyping her up, overjoyed that her spark is back. Aster flies around her as she dances, he sings the last lines praising her, while making the flowers and leaves fly around them like colors of the wind from Pocahontas, but on the last line both him and Asha point at each other when saying "You! You're a star" and their fingers touch each other when they point. The two of them find that amusing, and on that adrenaline high energy that can only laugh and cheer together. Asha falls on the grass, laughing with overwhelming joy and exhaustion after all of this, Aster lays next to her as he celebrates.)

Asha and Aster are laying down, laughing on the grass. Flowers are growing around Aster because he's so happy. Asha is more out of breath, since ya know, unlike Aster she actually breathes. Some animals that helped Aster as backup singers start to leave the scene

"Wooh! That was great! Thank you for the help fellas!" Aster thanks the animals for their help, still laying on the floor with Asha as he waves them goodbye.

"Any time buddy!" "That was fun!" "We should do this more often!"

The animals chit chat as they leave the pair and Valentino alone in a small clearing in the forest. The girl and the star are now both gazing up to the stars while Valentino is sitting next to them, also looking up.

"Sooo did I explain well enough?" They asks her, genuinely wanting to know since this is the first time he explains to someone how wishing stars work.

"Yeah... I'm still trying to process this is all really happening and I didn't just fall from the tree branch and hit my head... But yeah I get it.” Asha says, still out of breath after everything that happened “So you’re here to help me… I assume you're all caught up on what my problem is, right?" Since he's magic she assumes they might as well know everything.

Aster confirms her assumption "The king has been changing people's wishes for years. And he changed your wish so you would become a princess locked up in a tower by sun rise, yup yup I'm all caught up" Aster elaborates quickly, while trying to smell some of the flowers that grew around him, but disappointingly realizing he can’t smell anything.

(Aster has been keeping up with the rewrite y'all)

"I have no idea on how to stop them" Asha breathes out, her voice comes out as almost an whisper

Aster is still staring at the stars as they say "On your own it would be pretty hard" But then he turns his head to look at her "But lucky for you, your magic guide here already got it aaaaaaall figured out" They have a cheeky grin

Asha sits up in surprise "You do??”

"Yuuuup!" He begins to illustrate his plan using his star dust, creating the image of the castle "King Magnifico is gonna release the wishes from his tower any minute now" the star dust castle illustrates the wish bubbles coming out of it, then Aster creates the image of a sleeping Asha with his other hand "While you sleep, I'll keep an eye out for that cursed wish bubble the whoooole night long, then when it shows up I can just grab it before it reaches you" Aster illustrates the wish bubble approaching her, and he grabs the small orb with his own fingers.

“And just like that you... You can stop it from coming true?” Asha asks slowly, it feels almost too good to be true.

“Of course! That "wish" turned curse won't get even close to you while I'm around here” He sits up as he says confidently. He then chuckles a bit at that, realizing the irony “Heheh it’s kinda ironic ain’t it? A wishing star stopping a wish from coming truuu- wOAH“

Aster is caught off guard by Asha hugging them.

“THANK YOU! ASTER THANKYOUTHANKYOU THANK YOU!!” Asha isn't usually much of a hugger, but in this case she just can't contain how happy and relieved she feels “Aster I was just… So scared, you have no idea, that they’d take me away and- Thank you...“ She finally feels like everything will be alright

(She doesn't know she's in a story written by an angst loving writer, so everything will NOT be alright my friends)

Aster is... Well this IS their first hug, ever, it feels very foreign to him... It feels… New.

The star can't quite describe what it is, it's like happiness but somehow... Stronger... If someone was to describe this feeling to him, he'd think it couldn't be true.

They return the hug of course, holding her tight as his eyes close shut “Heh don’t mention it, I’m your wishing star, of course I’ll protect you.”

(hmmm would you say you’d protect her… At all cost????)

Aster wanted to stay like this for as long as they could but... Suddenly some quiet orchestral instruments start playing in the background, they sound messy and without harmony. Aster's eyes are shot open and they quickly lets go of the hug "A-and everyone else in Rosas too, since ya know, that was uh- your wish heheh" he stumbles over his words nervously.

Asha doesn't notice the awkwardness in his voice, she just gets up, feeling her confidence returning, reassured that she does have a chance of winning with Aster by her side.

"… Yeah- YEAH! We can do it, I can make them see the truth, now that I have your help!" She speaks passionately, ready to take on anything the world throws at them "What can we do to save everyone else?"

Aster flies off the ground, looking just as excited as her "I'm glad you asked! Here's my plan" Once again, Aster uses his star dust to illustrate his plan quickly: "First! We get in the castle. Then we free all the wishes. Everyone gets their wishes back. They all learn that they should make their wishes come true through their own efforts. BOOM. They get "Something more for them than thisss"!" he sing songs the last phrase at the rhythm of "This Wish"

Aster eagerly waits for her reaction to his… “plan”. Asha is smiling but... She knows that's a terrible plan, however, she doesn't want to be rude.

"Umm... Its a good idea but... I think we can workshop that a little bit." She says as kindly as she can to not hurt the star's feelings.

"Yeah yeah of course! this is OUR plan after all" Aster is floating like he's laying down on his cape, like it's a hamrock in mid air. The star is over confident that this is indeed the perfect plan.

Asha takes a deep breath before explaining "Well... If we simply free the wishes, I don't think the people of Rosas will want them back, you know? They want their wishes GRANTED by the king himself, it would take a lot of convincing to make everyone want to grant their own wishes. Not to mention most of them were changed by Magnifico so now they're curses."

As she speaks Aster start floating down and down and down with every word, realizing the situation is a bit more complex than he expected, he's sitting on the grass now with his legs crossed.

"... Huh... I didn't think about it that way" He admits, sounding a mix of embarrassed and disappointed in himself "This... Guiding thing... Might be a bit harder than I thought" their voice is quiet as his hair that moves like a flame (I don't think I've emphasized this enough, his hair is a reference to Hades hair, ITS ALWAYS MOVING) starts to shine less brightly.

Asha notices the star insecurities, so now it's her turn to cheer him up, she sits next to Aster and holds their hand. Aster's eyes light up when he feels her hand on his, he listens attentively to what she has to say

"Hey don't worry, it won't be easy, but thats okay, we just need some time to plan this out, together. You said it yourself, right? You can't do all the work for me, and I don't want you to. Just having you here to help already changes everything... I'm really glad you're here, Aster" She gives him a warm smile, her eyes locked on his.

His hair lights up again, even brighter than before, and more flowers bloom around them. "... Yeah, I'm glad I did come down here." The star says, a smile growing in the corner of his lips, his eyes sparkling. Aster doesn't have a heartbeat but if he did it would probably be beating like a storm in their chest.

Asha is quite literally oblivious to the effect she just had on him. She simply gets up again and changes the subject. "We can think on a plan tomorrow, now I gotta go home and-" She stops, realizing that if she goes home she's gonna have to explain everything to Dahlia "Oh my-how am I gonna explain YOU to Dahlia and her parents, or explain why I ran away like that... " She places a hand on her forehead, now walking side to side worriedly.

Aster starts floating again, with a knowing smile on his lips "Mayyyybe you can sleep in a different house tonight" They state with a childlike mischievousness in their voice

Asha looks at them confused "Huh? What house?"

Aster turns her head with one finger, making her turn around to looks what's behind her.

"How about that one?"

Asha then sees...

(Pretend this picture is at night time please)

"That's... That's my old home, where I grew up" Asha feels a warmth in her heart, it's a feeling of nostalgia and comfort, she hasn’t been in there for a long time.

Aster still has that same knowing smile, his eyelids are relaxed as he comments "Really? Huh what a coincidence..." it's not like he guided that whole musical sequence to lead them here or anything- what? What you talking about? "WELP let's get in then!" The star flies to the door like a dash of light.

"W-wait Aster, the door is locked-" Asha warns him but-

Aster uses his magic when touching the door, making it glow yellow for a moment, and just like that, It's open "Not for me, it isn't heheh"

Asha smiles, yeah, of course they can open doors too.

We have a small time skip, cutting to them inside the house. It's a cozy small cottage with, even though it looks a bit dusty from it's time abandoned it's still quite organized. It's faintly lit with candles, but Aster's hair and cape pretty much light up the whole place a lot more.

Valentino is soundly sleeping on a pillow, while Asha is sitting on the dinner table, drawing on her sketchbook... Drawing Aster of course, because what else would an artist do if they met someone who was literally 2D animated in real life?

(“But Anny shouldn’t she go to sleep?” SHE WILL GO TO SLEEP AFTER I GET MORE CUTE INTERACTIONS OUT OF THEM)

She's also eating some berries that animal critters got for her offscreen, ya know, because Aster asked them to, and she didn't have dinner. While she draws, Aster is flying all over the place, taking a closer look at EVERYTHING inside the house.

"Wow, I could never actually see how human houses looked like from the inside! It's way more spacious than I thought"

Asha can't help but laugh at that statement "Ha! Now that's funny coming from someone that lived in SPACE, which I gotta ask... How was it like? What did you do up there?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity

"Oooh ya know, the usual, watch the birth of super novas, throw asteroids as far as you can, sometimes guess where a new solar system will form next, just a bunch of boring stuff" The way Aster says it makes it seem like those are the most mundane things ever. He says while admiring a fork in his hands.

(Ariel coded. Aster is Ariel from space y'all)

Asha hears the star describe all those things in awe, after all she also really likes astronomy.

"None of that sounds boring at all, and I still got a thousand other questions!" She says excitedly

Aster is just as excited to answer them. But then he notices Asha's sketchbook is open, that gives him an idea.

"Well then ask away! I'm an open book, or rather..."

Aster jumps INSIDE her book, shrinking down to the size of her finger, now he's black and white, and is animated with more rough sketchy animation, as a reference to animation tests, like this (2D Mirabel my beloved)

GIF by scurviesdisneyblog

"I'm IN an open book! heheheh" He giggles, there's no reason for them to do that other than he wanted to see if it was possible, and of course it is.

Asha looks at the now moving Aster sketch on her book, she's stunned for a moment, but then again that's not even the most impressive thing Aster has done today.

"O-Okay so umm, you mentioned earlier that not all stars are alive, right? Just some... So how does a star gain life?" She asks, like she's interviewing him for research.

Aster walks around the pages of her sketchbook as he explains "When we are wished upon for the first time by a mortal! I got my first wish about 18 years ago more less, and that's when I gained life" He jumps to a different page, now with some animal sketches drawn on it.

"Oh... We're the same age then" Asha mentions, somewhat surprised, but at the same time it does make more sense than Aster being a 100000+ year old, after all he acts like just a teen… When he’s not acting like a kid that is.

"Guess we are! Happy birthday by the way!" Aster says as he brings some animal drawings to life, they begin to run around him "Hehehe Though can you imagine if you WERE my first wish maker? I would've shown up here looking like a new born star, an actual baby, now that'd be awkward wouldn't it?"

(...Yeah Aster, that would be very strange... Thank goodness it never happened... Am I too salty?)

"Heh I guess so, and uh do ALL the stars look and dress like you?" She goes on to the next question.

"We always pick a different form depending on what's more fitting for our wish maker, I picked this form because… Well- You were in need of help like a princess in a fairytale, so I thought the princey looking clothes would fit the occasion" Aster's now in a different page with the drawing of a tree, he's hanging around from the branches

Asha is slightly put off by the comment, she had enough of this "princess talk" after what happened in the castle that night.

"I am NOT a princess though" She corrects him with one eyebrow raised up.

Aster drops from the tree branch "Oh I know! You're just pretty like one" He says innocently, like he's just stating something that's clear as day.

Asha blushes, getting flustered by that sudden compliment... She didn't expect a literal star to find her pretty.

(NEVERMIND HE LITERALLY SANG "DO YOU KNOW YOURE A WORK OF ART EVEN IN THE DEEPEST DARK" A FEW MINUTES AGO LIKE GURL HE IS NOT BEING SUBTLE)

"Heh heh wow-okay um... Honestly when I first saw you I assumed you were like... A sorcerer or something" She tries changing the subject, assuming they're just saying that to be nice.

" Pffft a sorcerer?! Nooo nonono if I wanted to come off as a sorcerer I would've dressed myself something more like this"

He snaps his fingers, changing his clothes to look like Mickey’s sorcerer apprentice outfit, because Disney reference babeeeeyyy.

"Though the hat is a bit too big isn't it? I don't think it suits me heheh" He chuckles as the hat covers his eyes.

Asha giggles at that in amusement "Hihih I think you look great either way"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows through the window. The pages of the sketchbook flip rapidly because of the wind, throwing Aster off the book

“WOOOOOOAAAH!!!” He screams as he gets back to their normal size, before he knows it he's thrown inside a closet

Asha gets up instantly to check if he’s alright "ASTER?! YOU OKAY?" she asks worried

The star is just laughing without a care in the world, laying inside the closet full of old belongings of Asha and her family. "Woooo hahahah yup! Need more than a little wind to-“ Aster notices something in the closet that caught his attention “Hey, what's this?" Aster gets up from the closet, holding a mandolin.

"Oh… that's my Saba's old mandolin, I guess I forgot it here" Asha looks at the instrument with a smile that was somewhat nostalgic, but also mournful. She expected the memories of him would come flowing back by them just being in the house, but it still caught her by surprise.

"Did he play?" The star asks curious

"Actually... No. I never seen him playing it, I even asked him to teach me a couple of times but he was never interested" She sounds sorrowful as she passes her fingers through the cords.

"Huh... I see" Aster can kinda guess why that is… But they prefer to keep the information to themselves.

She's still paying close attention to the instrument in her hands, looking at it with downcast eyes "You know… I wish he did teach me, I don’t know how to play any instruments… But Saba always seemed disinterested in-“

Asha notices Aster started shining brighter and giggling more than usual all of the sudden… Also he’s shaking his arms around rapidly, leaving smear frames like he has multiple arms, ya know since he’s 2D. Soooo yeah, they’re stimming.

“Umm... You doing okay Aster?" Asha asks holding the mandolin close to her.

Aster floats now with his face is close to hers "You "WISH" you say?! Weeeell I can help with that!" His voice is full of glee, like the simple word “wish” coming out of Asha’s mouth filled him with energy

"Y-you can? But how? You can’t change the past" Asha is more confused than ever

"Nope! Buuut I can use my magic to give you a taste of what it would’ve been like if he DID teach you! Here, let me try something”

Aster extends his hand, asking her to hand them the mandolin, Asha isn’t sure where this is going but she trusts the star completely, so she gives it to him. Aster begins spreading his star dust on the cords of the mandolin, making them shine brightly. The cords start playing many different melodies by themselves, as if every song ever played in that instrument is being played again all at the same time. Aster then makes that shine on the cords return to him, the mandolin stops playing and now Aster has a light flickering on the tip of his finger, you can almost hear the faint sound of music coming from that light. Aster reaches out, getting that finger closer and closer to Asha's face

"Aaaaand BOOP!” Aster boops her nose with his shiny finger, making stardust sparkle around her face. She blinks a few times, not understanding what just happened. ”There! Try it now!" Aster says as he hands the Mandolin back to her. Asha looks at the mandolin, then back to Aster, who’s staring at her with a big smile, eager to see what she’ll do next.

She holds it to try playing it, not sure what since she doesn’t know any songs- wait...- But she DOES. Asha’s eyes light up when she realizes that now she can remember so many melodies in her head, like the knowledge was always there. The chords, the music notes, it all comes naturally to her as much as speaking and reading. And so, her fingers dance through the mandolin, creating a beautiful melody, a smile grows on her lips.

"Woah I- I can play it now!" The girl says cheerfully

"Yup!” The star boy flies upwards quickly, glad they could make her happy granting one simple wish… Thought he knows there’s a “but” “But it's not permanent, you'll only know how to play till tomorrow's strike of midnight" Aster explains while walking around upside down on the ceiling.

Asha looks up and asks "Why midnight?"

The star shrugs “It's always midnight" he answered simply "Anyway, it may not be the same as if your grandfather taught you but... At least you can get a feel for it before trying to learn at your own pace"

Asha chuckles a bit with that notion, most people would probably be upset if they only got to know a talent for one day, but she’s more than happy with just knowing how to play it NOW, and yeah, she can try learning how to play by herself later.

She looks at the instrument as she says:

"Thanks, Aster. Though I don't think I'll have the time to play it tomorrow, we gotta figure out how to defeat the king and queen, remember? And I doubt knowing how to play the mandolin is gonna help us heheh" she says that last part laughing a quietly to herself, how silly would that be? To defeat those villains with music.

"Yeah I guess it won't..." Aster speaks in a disappointed sigh while still pacing around the ceiling, sad that Asha won’t get to enjoy her wish tomorrow… But then… an idea pops up in the star’s head. His hair lights up like a lamp once again. The boy JUMPS and does some backflips before landing on the table with wide bright eyes and a huge smile. "What if it COULD help though???" He exclaimed, now standing on the table.

"...What?" Asha asks with one arched eyebrow

Aster starts walking circles on the table like they’re thinking on the details of their new plan "Wait wait wait let me think... Yeah YEAH I KNOW! Asha! YOU can INSPIRE THEM!" Aster says pointing a finger to Asha, smiling ear to ear.

"Inspire who? Huh?? What you talking about???" Asha is now hugging the mandolin walking backwards, not understanding what’s going on right now.

Aster tries lowering his energy as he speaks more calmly "Think about it, why did the king and queen want your wish soooo much in the first place?" He asks, now sitting on the table with his legs crossed.

"Uuh because they're evil" She states the obvious fact with a deadpan expression.

"Ok yeah that too- BUT they wanted it because they were afraid you could INSPIRE people, that's their weakness! They depend on the people believing in them, trusting them with their wishes, so if we want to win we gotta. Break. That. Trust” He says emphasizing each one of the last three words by hitting his finger on the table.

"And you think we can do that... By playing music?" Asha gives him a look that can only be described as an “… seriously?” Expression, she’s not confident in that idea, not in the slightest.

Aster on the other hand is just as confident in that idea as he’s confident that the sun will rise tomorrow. So they continue:

"It's a start, you can inspire the people of Rosas with music so that they at least THINK about wanting to pursue their own wishes, you said it yourself, that we could only return the wishes to them once they learn they shouldn't depend on king Magnifico" Aster says, now floating closer to Asha with that same bubbly smile that doesn’t seem to ever leave his face.

Asha tries to patiently explain to him why that’s not a good plan "Aster, it's a lot more complicated than that, I mean, how would we even know if I'm actually changing anyone's minds?"

Aster doesn’t miss a heartbeat and exclaims "I'd know!"

"…huh?" Asha eyes squint.

The star once again has his face reeeeally close to Asha’s, their noses almost touching, so she looks him directly in the eyes "I can SEE people's beliefs! Their wants! Their dreams! My eyes can see all that as plainly as a smile on someone's face. If, or rather, WHEN anyone feels inspired by you, I will know" The star is shining like the sun now, somehow it doesn’t hurt Asha’s eyes though, but she still not fully convinced.

"And you... Really think I can change their minds?” Her voice is full of doubt now, both in herself and in the notion that the people of Rosas can ever change that easily “I was seen as a weirdo in the kingdom for years, and after what happened today... They must see me as something worse, how can I change anything?" She looks at the star with a saddened expression.

And once again, Aster reassures her with a bright smile and some words of wisdom "You just gotta believe, believe in yourself all the way, implicitly and unquestionably-

(That’s uh… that’s a reference to an Walt Disney quote, cause like, I’m shocked that Disney’s 100th anniversary movie had none of those, and also it’s really fitting for Aster’s character… sorry for the interruption, let’s keep going)

- believe in yourself as much as I believe in you! I'll be there to help you. It won't be easy but we gotta start from somewhere, right?… And I REALLY think if anyone can inspire them it's you, Asha."

The thought never crossed Asha’s mind before but… The way Aster talks to her almost feels like they know her for a long LONG time… But maybe that’s just how wishing stars talk to their wish makers in general. Asha thinks for a moment… Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to at least try…

"... Yeah I guess... It does sound fun to play music with my saba's mandolin like I've always wanted...” She looks at the instrument, but then a worrisome thought came to her, she looks back at Aster and asks “But how are YOU gonna be there with me? We can't let people see you"

Aster smirks as he starts floating towards the entrance of the house "Oooh hohoho way ahead of you! Watch this.” He gets out, closing the door behind him. Asha sees a huge flash of light coming from the windows, she looks at the door confused until… Aster walks back in. Emphasis on WALKS, not float. For he’s no longer a 2D animated glowing boy… He’s 3D just like Asha and all the rest of the environment. Asha is startled for a moment because she almost couldn’t recognize him now that he looks like… A real person.

“Ta-da!” He says walking in while twirling around, showing off his new form. His cape no longer has star dust flowing out of it, and his blonde hair no longer moves nor shine, and the star mark on his right eye is gone.

All Asha can say is amazement is “...Wow”

The star was just interesting to look at before, since he was a moving drawing. But now… Now Asha felt a bit more when looking at him, her heart starts beating faster.

Although he does looks like a real person his movements feel… Off, like their animation is in a different frame rate compared to everything else, his movements are slightly quicker.

(In case you haven’t noticed yet Aster is a walking animation study)

"Pretty neat huh? I feel so heavy now hehe" He jumps a few times, like they’re getting used to the gravity

"Wait wait wait did you just turn yourself into a human??" Asha asks while walking towards him to take a closer look.

"Naah, I wish." He whispers the "I wish" part more to himself "This is just a disguise, all wishing stars have one, though I can't actually use my powers while in this form" The boy says while checking his new appearance on a mirror hanging on the wall "But hey, not like I'll need my powers to help you inspire people, that will be all you! I'll be there just to hype up the audience" He says excitedly

Asha feels her insecurities creeping in at the mention of an audience "... We can't bring too much attention for ourselves though, SPECIALLY from the king and queen, they'll probably think that cursed wish changed me, so they'll be looking for me"

"I can keep an eye out for them… Aaaaand" Aster runs towards the closet he fell in earlier, and grabs another item that caught his attention beside’s Sabino’s mandolin… It’s a purple bluish cloak, the same cloak from the movie that references the fairy godmother’s cloak.

“My mom’s cloak…” Asha says warmly as Aster hands the piece of clothing to her

"They won't recognize you like this, from the top of their palace you'll look like just any street performer" The star's voice is filled with trust that everything will be alright, and Asha feels that trust too as she holds the cloak close to her heart.

"Yeah... Okay, we'll do it! Tomorrow morning at the plaza" Asha announces decidedly

“Alright!" The star jumps up, realizing he can't fly in that form so he looks slightly confused when he lands back down, he feels a bit embarrassed by that "Heheh... But hey, speaking of that cursed wish of yours... shouldn't the wishes have already been released from the tower?" Aster says looking out the window.

"... I honestly don't know what time of night the king usually releases them, I'm always already asleep when that happens... *yaaaawn* and speaking of which, I should probably go to bed now" Asha says, walking to her old room with tired eyes

"Great idea, I'll be on the roof to watch out for that cursed wish!" The star says as they turn back to his 2D appearance so they can fly to the roof

"Good night, Asha!"

"Good night Aster"

Aster flies to the roof and lays down, to protect Asha. The young star relaxes looking up to the night sky.

…

And then

We hear the sound of instruments.

Violins, flutes and bells all playing quietly but erratically.

We then see a new emotion that Aster hasn't displayed before form on his face...

Aster looks annoyed.

The young star rolls his eyes, speaking in a tone reminiscent of a bothered teenager

"Wow, I barely even started and you guys already think I’m doing this all wrong? A little bit of trust would be nice"

The instruments play again, as if to answer to what he just said

"Yeah I knooow it's gonna take a while to grant this wish, but hey, if it was a simple wish I wouldn't be here in the first place, now would I?"

The instruments play again, more aggressively

"I may be young but I deserve to be here just as much as anyone else... I know I'm doing things differently but... She needs me"

The instruments play again

"NO THIS IS NOT-"

He stops himself from yelling, Asha might hear, he looks up to the stars with a glare.

"*sigh* This is NOT about me wanting to stay here longer than I have to, I'm just doing things MY way, just give me a chance, I know what I'm doing..."

…

Silence.

…

All Aster hears now are the sounds of the night, like crickets and the wind

The star turns their gaze now to the castle in the distance

“… I know what I’m doing.”

Chapter 8

Final thoughts

Does he though?

And WOW that was a looooong chapter of just two characters talking to each other huh? Well I hope y’all enjoyed the cuteness because it’s aaaaaall going downhill real soon :3

So just getting one thing out of the way, about this last scene of Aster talking with the stars… I wrote that whole scene while listening to “I’m still here” from Treasure Planet to get my head in the misunderstood teen vibe, just so you guys get an idea.

It’s not like Aster was faking his upbeat personality,obviously not, they don’t fake anything, it’s more like they have layers… like an onion 🧅. With Asha and everyone else he’s the happy optimistic little ray of sunshine that believes wholeheartedly that “🎶No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, that dream that you wished will cooooome true🎶” and all that jazz.

BUT with the stars, he’s treated like a kid, when they feel like a teenager and wants to be treated as one. My point is he’s more than a happy face, he’ll have an arc and be a rounded character.

And don’t worry, the stars ain’t antagonists, they’re more of a true neutral party. Just observing… Yeah.

And if you think “that plan of inspiring people with music is not a good idea” why yes, I know, but that’s Aster plan, aka the guy who takes ✨If you believe you can do it✨ as gospel, and don’t get me wrong I agree with believing in your dreams, but Aster will come to learn what that REALLY means, and what it really means to be someone’s guide.

This plan WILL lead to something good for Asha and Aster… buuuut it’ll also lead to something real bad, so ya know, Aster gets a reality check, and Asha will get some character development… Yippee 🥳

Hope you guys enjoyed this Magnifico and Amable free chapter because they’re coming back right in the beginning of chapter 8 hahaha say bye bye to the good vibes.

As always

Thank You For Reading!

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I don't own these images, and please just take what resonates.

Aphrodite (asteroid 1388) in the signs

Aphrodite was a Greek goddess; she was married to Hephaestus. Now, let's not sugarcoat Aphrodite, okay. People love to mention her good side but her wrong actions are part of this too. The public knows aphrodite for her sex appeal and her infamous lover stories, but Aphrodite was unfaithful and had many lovers (Ares & Adonis...). So, if you let this asteroid take control of you, it can lead to affairs.

In astrology, It depicts your sex appeal, charms, sensuality, and beauty. It's not like Venus at all, where tropical astrology describes the idea of give and take (love) in relationships. What do you attract and how do attract you. On the other hand, Aphrodite expresses your charisma in how you seduce someone you feel attracted to. Sex appeal and sensuality It shows the way you can attract others and your raw sensuality. To sum up, Venus is a more sweet type of energy and love, and Aphrodite is crazier in comparison; she represents our sex appeal.

Aphrodite in the signs

Aries: The native sensual self is present when they are edgy. When they follow their passions and go on adventures. This type of assertive behavior depends on what they desire, and it can be anything from fashion sense to a career. It's like a childlike wonder. They are reckless and passionate; their impulses and independence are highly attractive to others.

Taurus: Venus ruler is what comes to mind with Taurus; they have a sensual beauty charm. Aphrodite is proud of this native. One of her favorite children for inheriting her sensuality. It's possible that they possess the desired body, the beauty standard. Even if they don't think so, they are sensual because they take care of their body. Their grounded and stable traits are hot.

Geminis: their sensuality is described as fun. They know that to say and how to say it. Charming individuals and intelligent; this is how they attract people with their eloquence and beautiful voice. They can make you laugh and then they have you wanting more. Their witty and happy good lucky vibes attract lovers.

Cancer: Their charming energy goes more with gentleness like a mother's love. They are the wifey material that everyone mentions. They seduce with their nurturing. Their hotness comes when they are vulnerable. They possess roundness and softness in their body or aura, where others feel comfortable. They have that warm touch.

Leo: they feel the most sensual being when they are confident. Any Leo placement has its ups and downs even if they don't admit it. If they don't feel confident, they will fake it till they make it. It's Leo's secret weapon. Anyways, they have a regal charm like a queen/king in a ballroom. Their charm/sexiness shows with swimsuits, elegant clothes, and special occasions.

Virgo: they have a discrete view of sensuality. They will be the lady in the street and a wh0re in the sheets. A puritan woman/man is what others think. Virgo wants to see if you are enough, why push it? They are slow, so their sensuality will take time, but it's worth it. Study and pass the test. By this try to be clean and hardworking. Also, a good shower really set their mood.

Libra: another favorite child, the first one was more obvious. For you my love, people just perceive you as corruptible. You are pretty and almost too perfect to be real, okay, but people hope they will corrupt your mind, and body, just name it. Your charm is like the prom queen or the girl next door stereotypes. You were their first love, and they wish it to be their first time.

Scorpio: Babe, co-rule by Mars, you are a crazy mess. Say thanks, anyways, a magnetic and mysterious image is what you present to others. However, your sensuality comes when you are showing your true self. Are you ready to show the real you? Your sensuality is there, but the more confident you are, the more prominent it became.

Sagittarius: You are charismatic and free; people love that "don't restrict me" vibes. You can be tame, so you are like a leaf flying through the wind. Your mind is also so wise and interesting. You can be so young but know about many topics. This combination makes you incredibly irresistible to others.

Capricorn: Your work ethic and your responsible approaches to life make you attractive. Don't even think you are boring or something. Ma'am, your charm is your practicality. The way you go after your career or goals in general. Your discipline and how well you follow your duties. It's charming and sensual how mature you are.

Aquarius: Your appeal comes from another way of thinking and makes your ideas fresh air. Your appeal is not everyone's cup of tea; it's only for a reserved number of people. You attract others with your new perspectives and logical take. With those shiny eyes when you talk about your favorite t.v show, book, or even a planet.

Pisces: You attract people with your romanticism towards life. How you are in love with life, and the sensitive side you offer. Those views painted with baby pink make others follow. You give them a new sense of hope. For those who hope to transcend, your charms are over the human eyes spectrum.

Where to find the asteroid?

You can find this asteroid if you go to astro.com (astrodienst) and click where it says extended natal chart. In the bottom, there is a part that reads selection from following list, under you see asteroid name/number list click the letter "A" and search aphrodite(1388).

Take care, lovelies 💚

credit to: @deepmochi

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shadowisles-writes · 4 months ago

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Too Sweet 🍯 Elucien Week Day 7

You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait Until that day I'd rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me - Too Sweet, Hozier

A/N: I hope everyone had fun with this week, the amount of elucien content I've seen on my dash was unreal and I'm so excited to go catch up on all the fics that have been posted over the past few days! To finish off well, I've kept this fic in my docs for a while because the only right way to finish elucien week for me is definitely a smutty AU <3

Summary: Lucien believes Elain is too sweet for him, and she's very quick to prove him wrong. (smut, ice play, light choking)

Word count: 4530

“Which one is she?” Lucien tilted his head in curiosity.

There were three girls sitting at the table a few feet away from them. Two of them had to be twins, with perfectly matched dark skin, identical features and raven black hair. The other one was a brunette in a yellow dress patterned with tiny flowers. The dress was more suited for a summer picnic than an evening in a bar.

“The brunette.” Jurian jutted his chin as she laughed at something her friends said, her hand shyly coming to cover her face.

“You’re not serious,” Lucien chuckled and took a sip from his whiskey. “You know that’s not my type.”

Historically, pretty girls in pretty summer dresses truly weren’t, and Lucien wasn’t their type either. He rode a bike no matter the weather rather than buy a car, wore a leather jacket to go with it, and the lip ring didn’t scream “meet the parents” type of guy. If that wasn’t enough to scare them away, the brutal scar that ran in three jagged lines from his forehead, across his eyebrow and all the way to his cheek usually did the job.

“Your type is girls you can fuck and leave in the morning without causing a fuss.” Vassa scoffed. “You said you wanted more, I found you a girl who can be more.”

“Not this one.” Lucien knocked back the rest of his drink, determined to win this argument.

What he didn’t account for was that Vassa didn’t care enough to argue with him. She got up from their table before his glass touched the table again and headed for the girl she had met in the bathroom less than an hour before.

She turned, and it was only then that Lucien saw her face. Too pretty, too sweet. He knew it from one glance and tore his eyes from her before they could make eye contact. He didn’t need her thinking that he was interested or that he’d make a move on her.

“Here we go,” Jurian grinned a few seconds later.

“Vassa can be mad all she wants, I’m not going over there.”

“You won’t need to.” A foreign voice interrupted.

Lucien had no choice but to turn and face her. A laugh muffled into a cough came from his left, followed by a sound that had to be Vassa punching Jurian’s arm. A scrape of a chair, then Lucien knew he was alone.

“Evening,” was all he said to the girl.

She was beautiful. Her heart shaped face was framed by wavy hair, and her pretty pink lips were still smiling. Lucien counted a couple of seconds before her eyes went to his scar and trailed the whole length of it.

“I’m Elain, may I sit?” She rested her hand on the back of the chair across from Lucien and he nodded. “Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” She asked as she gracefully took the seat.

“Lucien,” he pushed his glass aside with his knuckles and rested both of his forearms on the edge of the table as he really took her in.

The dress was out of place for the bar, but it suited her. The way the square neckline framed her chest made it hard for him not to let his eyes dip low, but he remained focused on her face. Lucien gave her another minute before she’d conclude she hated him.

Elain smiled wider instead. “How eloquent.”

“If what you’re looking for tonight is conversation, I’m afraid you’ve picked the wrong table.”

“Mmh, what am I signing up for then?”

Lucien wished he didn’t feel a spark of delight at the defiance in her tone. He wasn’t an asshole—Lucien was raised too well not to hate being rude, but he couldn’t let her go on. “I’m sorry, Elain. You seem really nice, but I’m not looking for anything right now.”

“Jesus Lucien,” she laughed. “You’d think I asked you to marry me.”

Lucien couldn’t help but chuckle with her. “I’m not husband material.”

“Good,” Elain beamed. “I’m not looking for a husband.”

She was pure sunshine. Happy, beautiful, bright sunshine.

Lucien sighed, “I’m not boyfriend material either.”

“That’s not what your friend said.”

At this, he actually laughed. “If you think Vassa is trustworthy, your judgment is severely off.”

Elain set her hands on the table and asked in a serious tone, “are you going to fight me every step of the way, or are you going to buy me a drink?”

Lucien raised a surprised brow silently waved at one of the bartenders for their attention.

A fruity mocktail and a whiskey neat later, he knew he was in trouble. Elain was beautiful, and funny, and she managed to smile and make a joke of every dry answer he threw at her. Lucien was smiling so much that his reticence was hardly believable.

Even alone in the bar’s bathroom, Lucien had to grin at the mirror like an idiot.

“Dammit,” he cursed softly and tried to convince himself he’d tell her to leave once he got back to their table. He could do this, save himself the struggle of any sort of attachment before it was too late. They weren’t compatible. He could tell her to leave.

Elain was talking with her friends when Lucien emerged from the bathroom. They had jackets on, but hers was still on the back of a chair. She beamed when she saw him and walked over, forcing Lucien to notice how short she was compared to him. How easy she’d be to pick up and throw on his bed. How comfortable it might be to have her nestled in his arms on the couch.

Tell her to leave. That was his task, but Lucien was distracted by the pretty honey of her eyes and the way she had to crane her neck to look up at him when she stood so close to him.

“You’re too sweet for me, Elain.” He breathed out.

Elain cocked her head. “I think you’re wrong.”

“Honey,” Lucien looked down without lowering his head enough to risk doing something stupid like kiss her. “Go home with your friends.”

“Why don’t you take me home yourself?”

He almost screamed. Was there nothing he could say for her to stop tempting him? “You’re not getting on my bike in a dress,” was his last argument.

She smiled wider and shrugged. “I have a car.”

“You really have an answer for everything,” Lucien laughed in disbelief.

“If you don’t want to go home with me you can just say that,” Elain was serious then, her feet shuffling just a step back. “It’d be quicker than your half assed excuses.”

He knew he should say it, but the words that came out of his mouth were “Get your jacket, Elain.”

Her home was cozy. The lights were dim and warm, and the place was neat while looking lived in. Her couch looked like sitting meant sinking into the cushions forever and Lucien had half a mind to drag her there and sit her in his lap already.

“Do you want some water?” She dragged him out of his filthy thoughts with a polite offer, so Lucien cleared his throat.

“Sure, thank you.”

He curiously kept on walking to the next door. He found a blue themed bathroom, with a flowery shower curtain and the matching bath mat. There was only one other door, so he stepped into her bedroom and took in the postcards lined up on one of the walls.

“I get them from museums wherever I travel,” Elain explained as she stepped in behind him.

“Cute,” he commented and took the glass of water from her.

She had put a few ice cubes in, and he almost dipped his fingers in to hold one to her skin. He wanted to trace her neck, her chest, watch her nipples harden, then follow that trail with his tongue.

As if reading his mind, she smoothed her hands down her dress. “You didn’t come here to talk about postcards.”

“Unless that’s all you want to do.”

“It’s not.” Elain removed the glass from his hand, put it on her nightstand, then reached for the fabric of his shirt. “It was hard work getting you here in the first place, I’m not about to change my mind.”

“Good,” Lucien cupped her cheek and finally allowed himself to kiss her.

Elain let out a tiny whimper, the smallest of noises that had Lucien’s free hand flying to her lower back to press her against him. All of the restraint he had been grasping at since she first talked to him flew out of the window. Lucien let his hand slide back to tangle his fingers in her hair, he twisted into the strands at the back of her neck and tilted her head up to better claim her mouth with his.

Elain whimpered again, her hands grasping at his shirt in all the wrong ways in a pathetic effort to get it off. Lucien groaned when her nails scratched at his skin and kissed her harder. He’d expected her to be chaste, or at least to ease into things, but Elain was kissing back just as ardently, their lips and tongue meeting in a mess that made his head spin.

She only hesitated when her tongue teased at his lip ring like she wasn’t sure what to do with it. Lucien slowed down enough for her to figure out how to play with it, a quiet moan coming from the back of his throat when her teeth lightly tugged on the metal. His blood rushed south too fast, urging him to move his hands to her ass and bring her even closer.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, Lucien left her mouth to start trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck. He found the spot that made her breath hitch and grazed it with his teeth before sucking on the sensitive skin just long enough to leave a mark. At the same time, his fingers began to tug at the sleeve of her dress to pull it down, the other hand still on Elain's perfect ass. Lucien exposed her breasts, his lips following the hem of the dress until he could finally suck her nipple into his mouth.

Elain moaned, a hand flying to his head to guide him where she wanted. Her knees nearly buckled when he caught her nipple between his teeth and tugged just enough to send a hot wave of pleasure through her.

"I need this off," he groaned in annoyance when the dress wouldn't go any lower than her waist, and Elain chuckled breathlessly.

"There's a zipper," she turned and offered her back to him. "Can't hurry everything."

"My bad," he pressed an apologetic kiss to her neck.

Lucien's fingers fumbled with the fabric to find the zipper, then pulled it all the way down to let it fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties, so he wasted no time turning her around to guide her back until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Elain sat and gasped as he immediately fell to his knees in front of her.

Lucien was rushing this, but a nudge at her knees was all it took to spread her legs and see the glistening wetness already clinging to her inner thighs. He tore his eyes from the pink pussy he was dying dive into and latched on to the soft skin of her thigh instead, biting and licking on each side until light purple marks began to litter her thighs. Elain was growing impatient under his touch, writhing and lifting her hips to get him closer, but he denied her every time.

“Stop teasing,” she eventually grabbed his hair to put his mouth where she wanted it.

Lucien caved, at least as desperate as she was. Her taste spread on his tongue and wetness coated his face, but he’d never minded getting messy. He tried not to get lost immediately and paid attention to the way her breathing hitched when he did certain things. Lucien kept a hand on her inner thigh and felt the way her muscles clenched every time his tongue stroked a sensitive spot. He mapped her out with his tongue until he knew exactly what patterns worked to make her moan.

Elain loosened her grip on his hair, no longer guiding but accompanying as she relaxed into his touch. Lucien looked up at her with eyes wild with desire and echoed her moan with one that vibrated against her pussy. He licked and sucked eagerly on sensitive skin until she was close to seeing stars. Elain threw her head back on the pillow, eyelids fluttering shut as she got lost in the sensations.

She didn’t see Lucien reach for the glass of water just close enough for his hand to wrap around it, didn’t dare complain when fingers replaced his mouth on her clit, thinking he might need to catch his breath. Then, his cold tongue stroked her and Elain lost a cry.

She jolted to look at Lucien, whose eyes were full of mischief as he sucked her clit into his mouth until the cold sensation was replaced by warmth. Elain would have complained if he didn’t choose this moment to gently press two impossibly thick fingers inside of her while his tongue still moved on her clit. Whatever she was about to say came out as a garbled whine and gasps.

Lucien curled his fingers just so, and the dragging against her sweet spot combined with his tongue began to make her thighs shake. He kept his pace steady, building the pleasure up, and up, and up until Elain came on his fingers and tongue with a soft cry. She panted, eyes rolling back with each wave of pleasure while Lucien hungrily lapped up everything she gave him.

Elain had to shove his head away for him to finally lift himself from her pussy.

“That little trick was mean,” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah?” Lucien chuckled as he wiped his face with his hand and came back to hover atop her body. “What are you going to do about it?”

He had expected an eye roll, maybe a half hearted slap on his arm. Instead, Elain took him by surprise and used her hips to roll them over. She perched herself in his lap and carefully placed her hand on his neck. She wasn’t pressing down, but Lucien stopped breathing all the same.

“How about you take your clothes off and find out how I play?”

Yes please, was what he would have said if he could still speak. Lucien nodded instead and wordlessly began to move to remove his shirt. Elain lifted herself from his lap, freeing his neck so he could hurry to undress. She watched without an ounce of shame, eyes filled with lust the more she got to look at him.

Lucien wanted nothing more than to keep pleasing her. He was on his back once again in seconds, his cock painfully hard and leaking a bead of precum. Elain climbed back on him—ass low on his thighs so she wouldn't touch his cock just yet. Looking right into his eyes, Elain placed her hands high on his chest and carefully brought both thumbs to brush his nipples.

Lucien surprised himself with the loud gasp he let out, his cock twitching from the stimulation. No one had ever bothered to play with his nipples, and the wicked grin growing on Elain's face told him she was going to keep on exploiting that particular weakness. She removed her hands and leaned to the side, and Lucien followed with his eyes as she dipped her fingers into the glass to pull out an ice cube.

He would have fumbled and dropped it for sure, but Elain moved with confidence and she must have been the sexiest thing he had ever seen perched on top of him like this. A drop of cold water fell on his chest—just enough to make him jerk lightly.

"Payback's a bitch," Elain murmured as she held the ice in front of her. "Did you know that?"

"I-ah," the next words out of Lucien's mouth were unintelligible as she ran the ice cube from his Adam's apple down the middle of his chest.

His breaths were shudders as she went back and traced random lines, then suddenly followed his collarbone, swirled in an unexpected circle, moved along the lower line of his pectorals. Lucien was positive he'd lose his mind, and he nearly swatted her hand to reverse the situation. His curiosity regarding her next move was the only thing that kept him from doing so.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had wanted anyone this badly. The ice cube melted somewhere around the V of his lower stomach and Elain wrapped her still cool hand around his hard cock. Lucien tried not to jerk, and miserably failed. A few strokes of her hand and the press of her thumb at the top were enough to make him whimper like he’d never been touched by anyone in his life.

Elain shimmying up his body to rest a hand on his chest and grind her soaked pussy against his cock should have felt like a mercy, but Lucien didn’t know how he could keep himself together long enough to please her. A breathless moan escaped her every time the head of his cock caught her clit and she went from slowly grinding to adding more pressure in a maddening cycle that was about to become Lucien’s undoing.

“Fuck, Elain, I can’t—” he groaned and got stopped by her small hand on his neck again.

“Not yet.” She ordered without ever slowing down.

Lucien would have done just about anything to obey. He dug his nails into his left palm and lifted his other hand to her waist, caressing up and down her impossibly soft skin. His eyes remained torn between looking at the glassy look in her own or the way her tits bounced with each rock of her hips.

In the end, it was her small hand adjusting his now soaked cock at her entrance that caught his attention. Elain lowered herself slowly, little sighs of pleasure falling from her lips while Lucien struggled to keep ahold of himself at the sight of his cock disappearing in her perfect pussy. Careful up and down motions took her lower and lower, their bodies easily sliding together with how wet she was, but Elain was still struggling to take him.

Elain winced slightly. “I don’t know if I can, ah,” she had to lift herself to be able to keep breathing.

Lucien pushed on the mattress to sit up and carefully grabbed her ass to adjust their position. He bent his knees to cross his ankles, and Elain shifted to wrap her legs around him.

"There," Lucien licked a hot stripe up her neck and guided her hips down on his cock again, stopping before he accidentally went in to deep. “Do what feels good,”

This position gave her more support so she could control her movements without having to exhaust herself. Lucien leaned back on one hand and brought the other between their bodies to toy with her clit. Elain’s chest flushed a bright pink along with her cheeks, her pants were quickly muffled into a kiss and Lucien tried not to weep from the maddening tightness of her pussy on his cock.

Fucking perfect, was all Lucien could think when she let her head fall back.

“Too much,” Elain dug her teeth into her lower lip in a failed attempt to hold back a desperate whine. “I need you to, ah, please.”

The last word was his undoing. Lucien fell over the edge right along with her; he bit her shoulder with a groan as he emptied himself inside of her. Even as he panted, trying to catch his breath after his release, Lucien knew he’d been thinking of this night for the rest of his life.

With Elain still atop him, Lucien carefully licked the light marks his teeth left into her skin before moving up, nuzzling her neck briefly and catching her lips in a messy kiss. She pushed at his shoulders gently, and he lowered them back onto the mattress on their sides, carefully slipping himself out of her. They didn’t say a word for a minute—or five, Lucien wasn’t sure he could count anymore.

“Should we…” Elain broke the silence and traced a finger down his chest.

Lucien shivered and eagerly agreed, “Yes, if you give me a minute. Or five.”

She didn't, already pushing herself up on her elbow to look at him better. “Oh I have ideas on things to do while we wait.”

“Oh?”

It took both of her hands on his shoulders for Lucien to lay fully on his back and keep still to watch what she’d do next. Elain threw her leg over his body to straddle his torso and moved up, and up.

“I like where this is going,” Lucien licked his lips in anticipation.

“Open your mouth.” Elain said before her knees reached either side of his head. “Tongue,” she added once he complied.

She sat without hesitation, her pussy dripping their mixed fluids on his tongue. “That’s it,” she praised quietly when he kept still and let her grind herself on his tongue the way she wanted. “Just let me, mmh.”

Lucien was in heaven. His eyes remained wide open to stare at her, perfect and just a little bit sweaty as she took what she needed from him. His hands fit just right over her ass, supporting each roll of her hips. He had never been used like this before, but he’d let Elain do it until the day he died. Wetness covered his mouth and cheeks, slick on her inner thighs that made the filthiest wet noise against his face every time she moved.

Lucien groaned as the muscles in her legs tightened and her breathing grew more erratic. Elain was going to come on his face again, and he didn’t think his cock had ever been harder. He watched the way her skin flushed bright pink, his toes curling when she suddenly reached for his hair and tightened her fist in the red strands.

“Lucien,” she moaned his name as she moved faster, ground harder.

She came without slowing down, riding each wave of pleasure with whimpers that had Lucien’s cock twitching. He cleaned her up with his tongue, eyelids fluttering at the taste of her until she ground her hips to a halt. He almost begged her to come back when she lifted herself to slide back down his body, but she went boneless in his arms and he could do nothing but catch her.

Lucien ran his hand up and down her back soothingly while she recovered, he felt the urge to kiss her temple, too, but held himself back in fear that the gesture would be too intimate for people who barely knew each other. Then, his chest almost shook with a laugh that a kiss could be too intimate after his tongue had been in her pussy.

“You okay?” He asked softly when she moved again, her hips sliding to trap his hard cock between her soaked pussy and his stomach.

“Mmh,” she adjusted again so the head caught at her entrance and carefully slid down.

Her wince made Lucien frown. “If it’s too much we can—”

“It’s not,” Elain interrupted. “You might just need to…” Her weight shifted, and Lucien followed until he was on top of her, her sinfully perfect legs wrapped around his waist. “There.”

Her heels dug into his skin to urge his hips forward and Lucien whimpered.

He had tried not to push all the way in too fast considering how she’d struggled to take him earlier, but riding his face must have worked wonders because her pussy practically sucked him in to the hilt and Lucien lost his mind the moment his hips were against her skin. He gave her a couple of slow strokes, watching out for her reaction, but there was nothing but bliss on her face.

Lucien lost himself in her, thrusting harder, skin slapping together every time and dragging uncontrollable moans from them both. It was nothing like the calculated way he ate her out earlier, or her controlled pace on top of him, this was an animalistic craving. Their skin was slick with sweat, bodies more slippery as he grabbed one of her thighs and hiked it up higher to be able to pound into her.

Elain cried out, the new angle doing something to her that had Lucien cursing through groans. He desperately wanted to feel her come on his cock again, but he was already out of his mind with pleasure and he had no idea how much more she could take. Her cunt tightened on his cock with each thrust, so wet they had to be making a mess of her bedsheets, and Lucien’s mind immediately went to the mess he’d make inside of her when he came.

The thought was enough to make his hips stutter. His arms trembled from holding himself up and keeping up such a hard rhythm, and he focused on not crushing her so hard he didn’t even notice her get close. Elain came so hard she nearly sobbed, pussy clenching around him in a way that made it impossible for him to hold back.

Her small hands clutched Lucien’s back as he lost all control and thrust roughly for another few seconds before he spent himself inside of her with a groan. His cock twitched hard, spilling as deep inside of her as he could get in a moment so earth shattering he knew he’d never recover from her.

Their pants were out of sync, both of their breathings erratic until Lucien leaned down to kiss her again. Elain hummed against his lips softly and let him roll them over again so she was laying on top of him. She broke the kiss to rest her her cheek on his shoulder, their chests now rising and falling together.

“I’ve never, um finished just with someone in me before,” she eventually said, still breathless.

Lucien grinned at the ceiling like an idiot and tried not to let his ego inflate too much. “How was it?”

“Life altering, I think. You should try it.”

“Having someone in me?” Lucien chuckled.

Elain’s giggles were like sunshine. “I’m having a hard time thinking, but I don’t see why not if you’re up for it.” She turned to look at him and cocked her head pensively. “Are you?”

“I could be,” he admitted.

Something sparked in her eyes. “Do you want to find out?”

“Right now?” Lucien was both turned on and alarmed.

“Maybe later,” she laughed at his panic. “Or another time.”

“Another time,” he agreed, like he had never doubted for a second that he would want to see her again.

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midnightsun-if · 3 months ago

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How Scarlett would react if in a ball the court held she founds baby!mc following her as a lost puppy? She would tease mc in the future?

I think if it’s something Scarlett cared enough to recall she might tease the MC about it, but I don’t think it’s something she’d look back on unless it was needed (she doesn’t really like to delve into her past, good or bad, for a variety of reasons as she tends to spiral a bit).

A soothing melody resounds through the ballroom — interspersed with the sounds of clinking glasses, light chatter, and even lighter laughter that rung with hidden intentions — allowing for the varying couples to move across the dance floor in an elegant display of grace; art coming to life in the face of measured movements.

It was all too much — too fake — for her to stomach for long; she had never been one to dally within the confines of court for extended periods of time. She played the part, of course. The dutiful heir, even if she’d never see the throne, and the even more doting daughter; one who laughed and smiled at each insolent lordling that wished to gain favor with her father, thinking she’d be too blind to see what they were trying to do by approaching her, and each moment she kept the demure expression across her face was a moment more that she felt something wither away within her.

Princess Scarlett Voltaire, in the face of many within the Etheric Court, was everything you wished for in a royal child: charming, docile, eloquent, and, above all, beautiful.

Princess Scarlett Voltaire, to Scarlett Voltaire, was nothing more than a caricature; a gilded cage that trapped her before the eyes of the many, locking her within herself, never letting the eyes of the few in to truly see what would happen when she’d finally be free.

This ball, this room, and the people that moved within it? Were nothing but spectators to a show they weren’t even aware they’re a part of. An almost voyeuristic entity settling within her gut, sending a chill down her spine, every time someone turned to look at her; a gnawing entity that made her want to rip herself open, to show what was being hidden away, to reveal that they were looking at a beautifully constructed mask — something that conformed to what they wished to see, but wasn’t truly there.

It’s a feeling Scarlett could only handle for so long — her nails biting into the palm of her hands — before she decided to slip away into the shadows that such events provided; going unseen, unwanted, for her duty had already been completed. She ensnared people towards House Voltaire, delighting them by feeding their egos, and letting them loose to speak about the accomplishments King Alaric had been able to procure while raising such delightful children.

Standing within the shadows now, watching her handiwork in action, makes another chill run down her spin, a sickening weight settling within her gut, as she watched various individuals laud over someone that wasn’t even real.

“You’re pretty.” The statement, along with the fact that she had been so lost within her mind that she let someone sneak up on her, causes a frown to settle over her features; annoyance sparking within her chest at the continued homage to her physical appearance. However, when she turned to spit fire towards the person that addressed her so, Scarlett’s eyes fall down to the small child that she had seen with her peripheries throughout the night; always looking in her direction with wide, innocent eyes.

Such innocence doesn’t deserve to be around this… Entrapped within the belly of the beast without a true way to escape.

Smoothing her features, adopting a serene expression, Scarlett tilts her head. “You should be with your parents, young one.” She takes a cursory sniff, ensuring that her assumptions were true, and a heavy weight settles across her shoulders when she realized that child before her was human; woefully, unequivocally, human. Even a shifter pup would be better than this — for they’d at least stand a chance if things went awry — but Scarlett couldn’t allow for her burgeoning feelings to show. It wouldn’t do anyone any good. “Where are they? Are you capable of getting back to them?”

The child still continues to stare up at her with wide eyes — observing her with a nonjudgmental gaze; no hidden agenda lurking within the innocent expression — and Scarlett, despite her years doing the opposite, couldn’t help the softness that edges within her own in return. She had never been good with children, even if they tended to flock to her, but she had also never been able to turn them away either; even if it’d be better for everyone if she was left alone. It seemed that now, even with this human child, her record wouldn’t shift in the slightest.

Crouching down, balancing easily on her heels, Scarlett maintains eye contact. “Do you need help locating your family, young one?” She looks out across the room, not spotting anyone frantically searching for a missing child. “Are they even in this room?”

Another slow blink, before a large grin stretches across the child’s face. “You’re pretty.”

Scarlett can feel her left eye twitch slightly at the repeated phrase — faintly feeling her dearest ones amusement, at the situation she had found herself within, through their bond — but she maintains focus and, what she hopes in any case, a pleasant, even if slightly exasperated, expression across her face.

“We’ve established that,” she replies. “What we have yet to discern is if you’re in need of assistance. Are you lost? Do you know where your family is? Did you come with anyone?”

It briefly crosses her mind that the child could be leftover meal; even if the practice had been dying out, and Scarlett herself found it utterly abhorrent, she’s well aware that there were some still within the court that feasted on new blood. But, looking at the demeanor of the child, and the elegantly tailored clothes, it’s something that was dismissed as a possibility; if the child were to be a meal then there’d be definitive signs. None of which being that the child was actually looked after to this degree.

Which only meant the child belonged, in the familial sense, to someone and it seemingly was left to Scarlett to return the little human.

“Come now,” Scarlett finally mutters, not enjoying the action she was about to partake in to ensure this endeavor went as quickly as possible. “Let’s go find your family. You shouldn’t be wandering by yourself in this place. It’s dangerous for people twice your age.”

Opening her arms, Scarlett observes as the child takes in the action with an excited gleam appearing within the innocent gaze and, before she can properly react, she has a tiny form burrowing against her chest, small arms wrapped around her neck with a little face nuzzling against it a moment later, and Scarlett just barely contains her innate reaction to push the encroaching entity away from her personal space. Instead, fighting against every instinct telling her to do the exact opposite, Scarlett rises, cradling the child closer, and begins to search around the room with an almost predatory gaze; she was on the hunt now, and she wasn’t about to fail. Still, looking down at the tiny form, it wouldn’t hurt to get some semblance of help — even if the request wouldn’t bear anything fruitful.

“Young one?” A sleepy gaze rises to meet her own. “Where is the last place you saw your family?”

Instead of answering directly, as she anticipated, the little face nuzzles back into her neck, tiny hands slightly grasping the dark auburn locks that spilled down across her neck from her elaborate hairstyle. Words slightly muffled, and intercepted by a yawn, but they were ones she had become quite used to while in the presence of this particular human. “You’re pretty.”

With the small form beginning to fall asleep, and while she’s still within the confines of the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the vultures that circle within this blasted place, Scarlett allows her gaze to soften completely as she looks at the slumbering child; for once, in a long while, actually allowing herself to believe the words, in the sincerity within them, and letting her heart rejoice in the happiness the warmth those few syllables provided.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: scarlett voltaire #midsun: snippets #midsun: the etheric court #christian was more than likely babysitting/supervising not gonna lie #midsun: the mc

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ikinremu · 1 year ago

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Your smut and Head Cannons are chef’s kiss! Great work!

How about Tommy Shelby where reader is jealous but he’s reassuring her that he’s all hers while he’s making love to her? Encouraging her with lustful words like telling her “that’s your dick”.

Hey anonymous! First of all, thank you so much for reading and the support - so so appreciated. I’m so grateful for you being my first request (and sorry for the delay on a response!!) I really love this idea and I hope you love what I’ve done with it.. enjoy! <3

|| Nsfw || All Yours - Tommy Shelby ||

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Jealousy based smut oneshot!

! Smut Warning !

You were anything but oblivious to the phrase of jealousy being considered an ugly emotion - however, you also knew that you were only human.. and people were bound to gravitate towards Tommy with the position he kept.

Growing increasingly irritable, you watched on - an unfamiliar woman shifting her touch upon Tommy's shoulder, simultaneously making an effort to accentuate her faux amusement.

Well, that's how your brain computed it anyway.

It truly was moments like these that drove you to wish that the entire world knew the situation you shared with Thomas Shelby - even though you hadn't properly deciphered it yourself.

The flirtatious manor was a regular occurrence when it came to the likes of parties, however you hadn't expected to witness it on such a standard afternoon at the Garrison. You took a brisk swig of the whiskey your focus had been so shamefully drawn from, the rich substance sliding down your gullet as you fidgeted upon the booth you were keeping solitary.

Finally, your glare was graced with a response. Tommy's features may've been unmoving, though that didn't stop you from reading his thoughts like a book. He knew you far better than you liked to admit, there was simply zero doubt that he'd picked up on your tetchiness, regardless of however well you masked it.

Brow furrowed, you begrudgingly absorbed the sight of the - assumed - brash woman leaning toward the direction you felt especially strongly about. The mere millisecond her lips planted a peck against Tommy's cheek, your entire concept of remaining eloquent was tossed aside, shooting a sudden, upward stance from your seat. At that, Tommy adopted the approaching role, swiftly making his way over to you as he tossed back a neutral farewell - seemingly leaving the woman crestfallen.

He swept past the mass of scattered regulars, and soon yourself - hinting that you were to follow his path. Sauntering round the bend of one of the many corners, he effortlessly swung the double doors from their framing, a little black paintwork chipping in the process. You knew where he was headed, the Shelby brothers essentially had the room under possession, spending a more than substantial amount of time there - John and Arthur especially. With an ambiguous way about his person, Tommy strode inside the previously vacant space, awaiting the familiar click to indicate privacy.

Once the noise rung true, he pivoted on his foot, swivelling to face you with that terribly infuriating smirk staining his face - subtle, though visible enough to encourage your urge to slap it clean off.

"Please wipe that look off your face." You sighed at his audaciousness, arms assuming a loose fold over your chest.

"You know I don't want anyone else, right?" Were the first words to roll off Tommy's tongue, his grave voice firing a stinging excitement through your body.

"What?"

He'd never directed such words to you, practically handing you this vexingly clean slate.

"You've no reason to be jealous." The man resumed, clearly without the intention of postponing this monologue to allow interjection - which would've consisted of you denying jealousy. "I'm all yours." He finished.

"All mine?" You echoed, any previous tension fizzling into a burning desire.

"Mm." He confirmed, treading closer - hand reaching for the border between your hips and waist. Your arms flopped by your sides, soon finding their way up Tommy's clothed back. His supple lips crashed against your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin.

You cracked a gentle smile, head angling back a little as he suckled at your bare neck. He snaked a lonesome hand beneath your hair, callous thumb running tender strokes over your jaw. Your fingers eagerly freed the dark waistcoat from his torso - sturdy material completely discarded as it crumpled against the flooring.

In unison, the pair of you stumbled to fall against the stretch of booth seating around the circular table, wood rattling as Tommy found himself seated. You climbed atop his lap, one folded leg landing either side. Adjusting your comfortability, your back took a slight nick from the empty table - though soon fading as the pleasing feeling of damp lips came in contact with your clavicle once more.

Your fingers made light work of popping the buttons from Tommy's fresh, white shirt - leaving its purpose far less formal. Soon you shed your own blouse, crisp air hitting your chest without an ounce of hesitation. Your fingers, however, were not the ones to unclasp your bra; the very same ones groping your naked breasts as the temperature began hardening your nipples. With a hungry connection of eye-lines, both of you rid all garments from below the waist - disposing of them as you had the rest.

Tommy's touch glided from your breasts to your hips, savouring every caressing motion he planted. He raised you slightly upwards, nude body sliding against the leather seating as he positioned himself beneath the intensity of your heat.

"Look at me, eh?" He instructed, authority weaving through - despite the mere hum that he spoke in. You could do nothing but that; the pair of you maintaining such naturally ravenous eye contact, no doubt to the deepest level as he lowered you onto his hard cock.

As he slid inside your soaked arousal, a sharp gasp spiked the air, a low grown accompanying from a different mouth. Tommy buried his face in the soft valley of your cleavage, tongue licking sloppy stripes across the delicate surface of your polished skin. Your arm took to the secure position of a sudden wrap around his neck, one hand clutching rather desperately at the back of his head - dark strands trapped between your agile fingers. Tommy's skilful hips began bucking, raw erection teasing your hole with his harsh thrusts.

"Fuck, you feel good.." A gruff grunt extracted from his mouth, humidity spreading between your breasts. "And you thought I'd want anyone else, hm? I wouldn't miss out on you squeezing my fuckin' cock like this.."

His breathy pants incorporated with the trails of lustful words only assisted your provoking, arousal pooling even further around Tommy's length.

"Shit.." You whimpered just beneath his left ear, beginning to grind your body in rhythm with his pleasingly deep thrusts. With a growing need to feel him throughout your entirety, you leant forward with the overpowering yearning of smashing your lips together. Tommy retracted from the warm - now dampened - crevice of your chest, pushing his senses your way as your lips met.

His cock slapped against your sweet spots, tip throbbing within your seeping cunt as you let a contained moan slip from the heat of your mouth to his. Your tongues intertwined, greedily twisting and sliding against one and other with an exceptional ease. Needily bouncing on Tommy's erection, you felt the helplessly taunting feeling of him pulsing inside your dripping hole - his thrusts growing rougher.

"This fuckin cock is all yours. No one else's, you got that?" He groaned, parting the mess of a kiss. His further reddened lips contorted into a responsive smirk, observing the effect his words alone had inflicted on you - despite being unable to see the more intense, internal side.

"Mhm." You uttered, "All mine." You upped the intensity of your bouncing - the craving for a release sparking to a new, relentless extent. Tommy's hand ventured from its previous resting, arching the small of your back, your chest pushed right against his. His other hand took a highly different path, taking an unexpected grasp of your swinging hair, tugging it just a single time as your head draped backwards, neck snatching the prominency.

Tommy returned to his earlier action of sucking at your exposed neck, not leaving a single spot untouched by his mouth. The sensations practically submerged your whole body, all blending into a single, tightly wound coil.

“Shit, Tommy, I’m getting close..” Your breath hitched, spluttering the words rather mindlessly.

“You gonna cum on my cock, hm?” He gave a low taunt, hot breath brushing your skin in the utmost teasing way. The fierce focus of his tongue developed a sudden fixation upon your pebbled nipples, flicking at one as his lips surrounded your areola.

The tight-knit coil in your stomach reached its greatest bind, moments away from unwinding. As Tommy marked his final thrust, your sopping hole began convulsing around his throbbing erection - his eyes screwing shut. The purest euphoria washed over you like a tidal wave, coil snapping as your craved release finally hit. You felt a large burst of warmth within your pulsing cunt, eyes meeting Tommy’s as he finished.

Much like before, the pair of you found a rhythm - though this time of some notably heavy breathing.

“Fuck..” You exhaled, smile creeping through your exclamation almost immediately.

The large, callous surface of Tommy’s hands trailed to your back, dragging you in once more. He placed a tender kiss to your lips before shortly opening his to speak.

“All yours.”

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated! <3

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k-femdove · 2 years ago

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Teach Me || Q.K

inspired by the one and only dematus and gentlyfillmyveins on ao3!

pairing :: sub!qian kun x dom!gn!reader

warnings :: omegaverse, boypussy omega kun, kun is a TA, alpha!reader (has a dick- can be read whatever gender), reader is a student, mr. lee is taeyong, tutoring, porn w/o plot, like it’s just porn, reader loves his scent, omega slick, like lots of it, and cum too, not explicitly stated but 100% consensual, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, kun is a tsundere, reader has a massive cock, fucking on a table, kun squirts once, reader calls him princess, mindbreak, breeding kink, kun is a slutty lil pillow princess, knotting, passing out, reader takes photos of him passed out, slight somnophilia (reader makes kun taste cum while he’s asleep), fucking with glasses on, jesus Christ how did I fit all of this

word count :: 2.5k... i got a little carried away with the content

Synopsis :: You've always had a thing for pretty, smart, older men.

playlist link here! or listen to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado

You were never the best student. You didn't mean to be so unfocused; it just turned out like that. Whether talking with your friend or scribbling on your paper until it bore you to death, your attention would be on everything but the lesson.

"Y/n, could you stay for a moment?" Your professor, Mr. Lee, called out after most of the class had left. He sat at his desk, his younger TA next to him. Both were young- maybe less than a decade older than you?

"What's up?" You asked, leaning onto the desk.

Despite asking, you already knew it was about your grades. Even though your performance was lacking, it wouldn't hurt to improve.

"As you may know, your recent assignments have been lackluster." He began, looking the papers over. "It may be a good idea to get a tutor. I've spoken to Mr. Qian about it, and I trust him enough to provide you with the help you need. What do you say?"

Mr. Qian? You glanced at the TA next to your professor. Hm. So that was his last name. You had never really spoken before, so you knew him as Kun. He was soft-spoken and very well-mannered, always speaking eloquently. The man was never in the same part of the room as you, so you didn't pay much attention to him.

You smiled, turning back to Mr. Lee. "When do we start?"

When you agreed to private sessions, this was not what you hoped would happen. It was Sunday morning, and the warmth of fall was still present.

Then Kun walked in. As you opened the door to let him in, a strong omega scent hit you like lightning. It reminded you of strawberry candy, the type you'd find in those tiny plastic wrappers. You know, the ones you'd find in a typical Asian store. There was a strange depth to it that was more than just candy. The sweetness was intoxicating, so easy to breathe in and savor.

You could feel your mouth water as you led him to your coffee table- god, had he always smelt this heavenly?

Not only that, but he suddenly appeared much more attractive. His silver-rimmed glasses lay perfectly on his face. You began to scan his clothes discreetly, eyes pleasantly surprised.

He noticed your gaze as he let out an awkward chuckle. His hand moved up to adjust the sleeve of his sweater. It was a light blue with white stripes at the collar, like a vest he usually wore over a collared shirt. You glanced at the sweater again. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it.

"I guess I am a little underdressed. It's warm today- I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh, of course not." You said, snapping out of your trance. "I don't mind at all."

You didn't mind an hour ago. Now you wished you said otherwise.

As Kun was halfway through a lengthy and detailed explanation, you were practically glaring at him. A sleeve of his sweater slipped off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone.

Dirty thoughts filled your head. Him without the sweater. Him moaning as you marked his gorgeous collarbones. Him bending over as he begged for your cock-

"Y/n, are you listening?" He said, waving a hand in front of your face.

Your head jolted back up to look at his concerned face, desperately trying to hide your spontaneous boner. Fuck, you just got a boner from your teacher. This day couldn't possibly get worse.

"Are you okay? You've zoned out this whole time." He said, genuinely worried.

"I-I'm sorry." You blurted out, eyes darting around the room. "I'm just distracted."

"Distracted?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Distracted by what?"

"By- well- this." You explained, gesturing to his hole whole appearance.

"This?" Kun repeats, now mildly offended. Then he looks down at your raging hard-on and back at your flustered face. "Oh... Oh."

Another wave of his scent fills the air around you. You begin to lose control of your senses, leaning in closer. Your pupils dilate, and your eyes fill with lust as you breathe it in.

Kun begins to panic as the scent of your arousal continues to trigger his, his panties already dampening.

He had to admit you were attractive, catching himself staring a few times in class, but he had never expected it to go this far.

"T-This is so inappropriate." He stuttered out. "I'm supposed to be your teacher!"

"Inappropriate? My entire apartment smells like you! You're the one wearing that stupid sweater!" You exclaimed.

"You've never had a problem with my scent before!"

"That's because you've never looked this fucking sexy!"

Kun falters for a moment, eyes wide open. "Wait, looked? I thought it was just the scent!"

"No, it's just you! Stop seducing me!" You say, hands on his shoulders.

"And if I don't?" He replies quietly, testing the waters.

You pull him in closer, inches away from his face. Kun starts to leak as your pheromones affect him.

"I'll fuck you until you can't even walk."

He whimpers as you kiss him, hand palming your erection. A small string of saliva connects you as you pull away. You trail kisses down to his collarbone, where you suck harshly on the skin you've wanted to mark, eliciting a faint whine.

You shove his back onto the table and pull his jeans off, throwing them god knows where. You’re met with the sight of his gorgeous legs, smooth to the touch. As your eyes move up his thighs, you move a hand to rub him through his soaked panties.

“Stop teasing me….” He pleads, unconsciously pushing his lower half onto your hand.

You laugh at his eagerness and place a hand on his hips, preventing him from moving.

You hum lightly and inch the pretty panties off him, placing them on the side of the table.

His scent grows stronger as you spread his legs, exposing a pink, hairless, and virtually untouched pussy. Your mouth watered as copious amounts of slick began to drip on the floor.

“God, you're going to be the death of me...” you mutter, feasting on him with your eyes.

You eagerly lean in and begin kissing his thighs. Kun groans as you guide your mouth everywhere but his pussy.

As Kun begins to grow irritated, a gasp escapes his mouth as you lick a stripe on his pussy. The taste of his arousal spreads through your mouth.

If the scent of him drove you crazy, his taste was on another level. It had vanilla and strawberry undertones, sweet and sugar-like.

You dove back in, licking circles around his clit. Kun mewled as you moved your tongue down to his entrance, hungrily tasting the slick he let gush out. Your tongue easily entered him, plunging in and out.

“F-Fuck,” he said, moans growing louder. “I’m so close.”

Just as his thighs began to shake, you pulled away completely. Kun let out a loud whine, desperately trying to chase after his lost orgasm.

Once you were positive that the buildup was lost, you easily plunged a finger into his hole. Slick or not, it wouldn't hurt to prep him a bit more.

You took your free hand and slid it up his sweater, caressing his nipple. Kun’s breath hitched and his thighs instinctively squeezed together.

You forced them apart again, inserting a second finger and sucking harshly on his clit. He let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into loud, needy moans.

Your fingers curled up as you thrust them deeper, eventually finding his G-spot. You pressed up against it, thrusting in and out.

Kun’s entire body shook as he neared orgasm yet again, only for you to halt your movements. He makes a pained noise as he attempts to fuck himself back onto your fingers, but the stimulation was lost.

You laughed at his reaction, already pushing a third finger into him. The slide was incredibly easy and your fingers jabbed against his G-spot once more.

He sobbed as arousal pooled in his stomach, nearing his high again. He panted heavily and moved to take his glasses off, but you grabbed his hand.

“Don’t.” You said, looking at his disheveled appearance, his glasses beginning to fog from the heat. “They make you look sexy.”

Kun whimpers as you continue to finger fuck him, so close to the edge- closer than you'd ever pushed him. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that you’ll let him cum, only seconds away from his orgasm.

A broken sob escapes his lips when you pull your fingers out completely, licking them clean.

“You- You're so mean...” He cries, eyes glossy and beautiful.

“Me? Mean? I don’t think you should be insulting a student, Mr. Qian.”

Kun winces as reality hits him. He bites his lip and looks at you, teary-eyed.

“I hate you, y/n.” He whimpers, averting his eyes away from you.

You smirk at him, eyes filled with lust. “You say you hate me, but your slick is getting all over the floor... Again. Tell me, sir. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

He bites his lip before glancing at you. “Please...” He whimpers again, spreading his legs farther apart.

You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling your massive cock out of your underwear. Kun widens his eyes at the size. He’d never taken anything like that before.

Your cock throbs as you swipe a glob of precum with your finger and point it at Kun’s mouth.

The man catches on immediately and eagerly takes your digits into his mouth, moaning from the taste. Another wave of arousal gushes from his entrance, and you lick it up before your floor can become even wetter.

Kun moans as you push your cock in, already pushing against his G-spot.

“Halfway there, princess.” You say, grasping his hips and pushing him farther down.

Only half? He thinks, already feeling filled to the brim.

He screamed as you shoved yourself inside, stretching his insides as you buried yourself balls-deep inside of him. He couldn't believe how full he felt, how much pain mixed with pleasure.

It only takes a few small thrusts before Kun already feels like cumming, his denied orgasms making him a thousand times more sensitive.

You grunt as his velvety soft walls begin to clench around you, so you pull out completely.

He cries out at the feeling of being empty, grinding his hips into the air.

“Fuck, please!” He whines.

“Please what?”

“C-cum! Please let me cum!” He pleads, but you pound into him before he can even finish talking.

His stomach bulged as you thrust deeper inside him, reaching places no one else could. He gasped as he felt himself stretch further than he thought possible.

The sudden sensation caused him to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the pleasure. It only intensified the feeling as he struggled to cope with it. The pain and pleasure were almost unbearable, yet it felt so good.

Before Kun knew it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. The room filled with his pretty noises as he clenched around your cock, cumming all over it.

Panting heavily, he rode out his orgasm before realizing that you weren't stopping. The pleasure turned to the pain of overstimulation. His thighs shook as you thrust into him, pleasure slowly taking over his body.

“Ah, wait- what are you doing?” He moaned as you pounded into him ruthlessly as if you didn’t care about how he felt.

“You said you wanted to cum, right princess?” You said, hand massaging his clit.

Kun screams as he squirts all over your cock before coming a second time, having no time to recover as you continue to thrust into him.

He cried out as you fucked him hard, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, causing him to feel like he was going to pass out. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, yet another orgasm washes over him.

“You good, princess? We’re nowhere near done yet.”

He nods lazily as you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him. His eyes are glued shut at this point and his voice is hoarse from moaning like a slut. He feels so faded that he can't even remember how many times he’s come, the morning turned to the afternoon as you fucked the living shit out of him.

“Fuck me harder!” He begs, his insides practically memorizing the shape of your cock. “Ah- please! Breed me full of your pups! ♡! ♡♡!”

You take a moment to admire your work. The once-composed and eloquent TA was reduced to nothing but a babbling mess. His sweet scent was long gone and replaced with the smell of pure sex.

You considered his request. You knew he wouldn't get pregnant, so what harm would there be?

Kun cums one last time, clenching even harder around you. You feel your knot expanding, catching against his rim.

With one final thrust, you bury yourself in him. Cum shoots deep inside him in regular 5-minute intervals, filling him up until you can see a faint bulge in his stomach.

Kun is pretty much passed out, so you scroll mindlessly on your phone until your knot comes down.

When the time comes, you ready your camera and pull your cock out. Thick and slick gushes out into a small bowl (you had prepared for this beforehand) and you snap one too many photos.

Kun looks majestic. He's wearing nothing but his oversized sweater and his collarbone is exposed, covered in dark hickeys. His hair is ruffled in a post-sex mess, and glasses laying on the tip of his nose.

You take a few photos of his gaping hole, pink and clenching around nothing. You hum before scooping a generous amount of the cum-slick mixture with your fingers and feeding it to him as he lets out a small moan in his sleep. You clean him up a bit before getting dressed and cleaning up your apartment, which smelled an awful lot like strawberry candy (courtesy of a large amount of slick on your floor), and your citrusy scent.

Once done, you lay in bed next to Kun before falling asleep, holding his body close to yours.

By the time you woke up, the man was already gone.

True to your word, Kun showed up to school the next day stumbling and with a noticeable limp. He had done a good job cleaning himself though, and all remnants of sex were gone.

You giggled as Mr. Lee and numerous students approached him asking if he was okay, concern painted on their faces.

Right before the lesson began, you approached Mr. Lee as he spoke with Kun.

“I've been having trouble with this lesson, so could Mr. Qian sit with me? I've learned over our session that he's good at many things.”

Kun’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his spit, face growing red.

Thankfully for him, the professor doesn't seem to catch on, and now Kun is taking a seat in the back of the class with you.

The tension seems to ease as you stay silent for most of the class, but you turn to him halfway through and place a hand on his thigh.

You can already smell his scent releasing again before you lean in and whisper something into his ear.

“We’re still on for that session Wednesday, right princess?”

a/n :: decided to post this while you guys wait for first love pt.2... it’s not very good but it’s what we have for now (i literally wrote this at like 3am bc I was horny or something...) i’ve been dreaming of tutor!kun and we need more boypussy sub!idol fics !!

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vampyrial · 1 year ago

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thoroughbred. | pt. iii: need

summary: reader takes a drug that makes her unspeakably horny but anyone would think Levi was the one who was on it

warnings: reader deals with some weird unexpected feelings about the outcome of her pregnancy test

contains: nsfw (duh), breeding, aphrodisiacs, a little comfort from Levi, Hange is always right

author’s note: sorry I took so long to update i was in a silly goofy mood

part i/part ii

You had to admit you’d been curious about the little vials that sat on the nightstand. It wasn’t that you needed them but you’d heard their effects were potent, apparently it made your arousal more pressing, turned it into almost tortuous need to cum. That sounded a little appealing to you but you didn’t know how to bring it up to Levi. You didn’t want him thinking that you needed it and you really didn’t trust your own eloquence at expressing your desire.

However, Levi saw you gaze at them while you laid in bed exhausted and pulled an explanation from you. “What, you think you might need it?” He asked “I’m not asking you to go again if you’ve had enough.” You shook your head. “It’s just…” You slurred. “I wanted…I wanted to know how it feels.” Levi stared at you skeptically, forcing you to further explain even though your brain was melting. “I wanted to know how it felt to be teased after I took it. Everyone says it makes you so aroused it hurts. I…I kinda like the idea of that.” You were too fucked out to even be embarrassed.

You were expecting Levi to call you out for being a pervert but you only heard him laugh which broke you out of the your sleepy haze. Your eyelids which had previously been drooping, shot open to see Levi handing you the vial. “Then go ahead. I’ll help you.” You hesitated for a moment before you smiled gratefully and downed the sickly sweet liquid.

The aphrodisiac took effect fast and soon you were squirming, your body felt so hot and every touch made you twitch. Levi obviously enjoyed this development more than he thought he would. He was more of a tease now, working you up slowly with very light touches. Pulling away each time you try to move to move your hips up, trying to feel more of his touch. Only continuing to touch you when you laid back, allowing him to be solely responsible for your pleasure. You ended up gripping the sheets trying to keep from moving all while you begged him for just a little more.

“Leave everything to me. I don’t want you doing any work at all.”

Your body was exhausted but you couldn’t help but twitch and writhe under his hands. He took it slowly, working you up only to push your hips back down until you let him do as he wished, uninterrupted. You laid flat on your back, trying to resist riding his fingers as he pressed three of them deep inside you. You whimpered, you begged, you had tears in your eyes. And…he enjoyed all of it. He had an earnest smile on his face, not even a mean smirk, his face lit up at the sight of you like this. He was legitimately having fun. Somewhere in your love drunken mind, you were glad for it even though it felt as though you’d burst into tears if he wouldn’t let you cum.

“Oh, please…please, I can’t…” You begged once more and you saw a flicker of something in his eye, sheer glee.

“You can and you will.” Stern as ever, though his voice was soft. He set a punishing pace with his fingers, trailing kisses down your body starting at your sweaty face. It didn’t seem to bother him how much of a mess you’d become under his touch, in fact, you had every reason to believe it pleased him immensely from the soft groans he made each time you squeezed around his fingers.

You closed your eyes at some point, the sight of him only exacerbating the throbbing need for more. You could feel his kissing trailing downward until he reached your cunt and seemed to get a bit distracted from teasing you. Your eyes popped open the second his tongue reached your clit. His mouth clinged to your clit and he simply decided to stay there nursing at it, groaning at your sounds, soft vibrations that only bring you closer. He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet smack so that he can trace his tongue over your entrance.

He becomes so focused there at your cunt, licking up all the slick between your folds, that you think he might not mind if you try to roll your hips again. You’re wrong. The second your hips move up and your hands grasp his hair, he pulls away, seizing your hands and holding them at your sides. He looks up at you, his gaze turned stern again, wet from the nose down with your arousal. It makes you throb with need despite yourself, you’d been so close, so close that time. “I-I’m sorry,” You mumbled, panting.

“No, you aren’t,” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “But you will be.”

Before you could even respond, he had dragged you to the end of the bed, pushing your legs back further than you thought you were even capable of. He pushed in with a hard thrust that took your breath away and set an intense pace, uncharacteristically unable to control himself. You came after a few seconds of his feverish thrusts, unable to resist any longer. Levi didn’t stop or slow down even, desperately rutting impossibly deep and nearly growling like an animal as he did so, as he felt the silken squeeze of your orgasm. You were vaguely afraid your cunt had turned him feral. He laced his fingers through yours, holding both your hands so tightly it hurt, pressing them to the bed.

All the while, you were making the most ungodly noises that might have embarrassed you if only you could hear anything over the wet smacking and the sound of Levi’s breath catching in his throat, his low groans rumbling from deep in his throat. He was finding it difficult to slow down even though you were so sensitive that his smallest movement made your vision go white. Levi came surprisingly quickly this time, not that you were complaining, you didn’t know if it was the drugs or something else that made you feel as though electrified the moment he came inside you. It was euphoric, the stall in his thrusts, his gasp, the way that he buried his face in your neck, his hands lifting your hips slightly so that they’d be flush against him. It was amazing how he never wasted a drop, even like this. Always so dutiful.

Your head lolled back, your eyes closed and you thought the two of you were finished. But Levi, who hadn’t yet pulled out, began thrusting again this time more languidly. “Again?” His voice raw and a little hoarse. You nodded, struck dumb with pleasure. You would never have denied him anything. That time he was far more gentle, featherlight kisses at the corner of your mouth, whispering in your ear telling you to cum for him again. You were both sticky, sweaty and in complete disarray by the time you were ready to pull away from each other but neither of you really seemed to mind. You let him shower first while you gathered up the strength to get out of bed.

Sometime after your days together ended again but before your next set of meetings, you needed to report to the fertility center to be examined and tested. For some reason, you had butterflies, your heart was racing and you were anticipating bad news. You tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t been trying to get pregnant for very long, but you knew that if you found out that you weren’t you would inevitably be disappointed.

Hange was your practitioner and greeted you warmly. They were very reassuring all throughout. “Don’t worry about the results, that’s my job,” they said as you waited for the test results to appear. “I’m not really supposed to be talking about Levi with you, in theory, but between you and me; I’m sure he won’t mind if he has to put in some extra time.” It made you smile like an idiot, looking at the floor to try and hide your embarrassment. “Yeah? How would you know?” you asked, trying not to read too much into it. They shrugged. “I just know.”

The results appeared on the paper test. Negative. You sighed. Your stomach dropped. It was ridiculous…as long as you weren’t pregnant, you got to routinely have sex with the man you desired the most. No one would fault you for not being pregnant so soon, it was normal. And it wasn’t as if you had any particular yearning for children before. So why did you feel so disappointed? Maybe there was part of you that wanted to be pregnant with Levi’s child for reasons that didn’t have anything to do with the project. Maybe the things you had babbled out, the things you imagined as Levi toyed with your body so efficiently were not just heat of the moment desires. Maybe your yearning went far deeper than you thought.

“I’d offer you a hug if I wasn’t just handling your urine,” Hange said in a surprisingly serious tone. “Please don’t look so disappointed. It just takes some time.”

You shake your head, trying to clear away the odd melancholy rising up. “I know, it’s okay.”

Hange gave you a sympathetic look before sighing and cataloging the results. You left quickly, rushing out the front door and bumping into someone. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled before returning to reality and seeing that it was Levi, looking at you with concern.

“Watch where you’re going next time, what the hell are we going to do if you walk into a door and give yourself a concussion?” He said. “I’m sorry…” you apologized again. “I wasn’t saying it to make you…” He trailed off. Analyzing the dazed look on your face, his concern only grew. He decided to cut the scolding and get straight to the issue at hand. “What happened?”

“I’m not pregnant,” you admitted. “I got the test and it turned out negative. It was just routine but I didn’t expect it was gonna feel this…disappointing.” Levi’s expression softened. Some part of him was disappointed too but it wasn’t at you, it wasn’t because he didn’t believe you couldn’t do it just because you weren’t pregnant right then. It was just that the image of you swollen with his child, plagued him day in and day out. The subject of his wet dreams and the image he found his mind drifting to when he needed to relax, to fall asleep. It was like a touchstone at this point although he knew it was odd and perverse to be imagining something like that, to be wanting you more than he should. It was a little bit bitter to see that it hadn’t yet come to fruition and he was weary of what that meant but in the end, he put that aside.

“It’s alright,” he tried to assure you. “It’s not like we haven’t been trying. I heard someone say it takes six months on average even for a married couple.” Never mind that he didn’t remember exactly who he heard it from or whether it was true, it seemed like a good thing to say right then. You couldn’t help but smile at how earnestly he was trying to comfort you although it made you feel guilty that he should even need to comfort you over something so silly.

“Thanks,” You said. “You’re not…disappointed to have to keep trying, are you?” You couldn’t help but ask, you remembered what Hange told you but you wanted to hear it from him. You felt so vulnerable, all of a sudden uncertain in a way you hadn’t been before when pregnancy was a straight path from your point of view. “No. Why? Are you?” He looked at you skeptically, as if he couldn’t fathom why you’d have to ask him something like that. “No, of course not, I just thought…” you trailed off.

Levi was staring at you with a stern expression. “Thought what?” He asked, almost challenging you to try and deride yourself in front of him. The thought of him scolding you made you realize how stupid it was to presume he didn’t want to keep fucking you.

“Nothing. It’s just that all of this has unlocked some weird insecurities.”

He sighed. “I get it. The whole fucking thing is weird. But I swear I’ll lose my fucking mind if you don’t get it through your head that I’m not gonna be upset no matter what results you get.”

“What if we’re at this for a year?”

“Then we’ll be at it for a year. And if it still hasn’t happened then, then we’ll be at it for two.” He sounded not only utterly sincere but as if he hadn’t considered anything else. It was obvious. The two of you.

“Thanks, Levi. I really…I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to comfort me over this. Not this soon at least. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”

“Well, I’m sure you also didn’t expect to be assigned to routinely fuck your captain and get prodded like an animal by strangers. I think you can let yourself live,” He said dryly.

You laughed. He was right. It was all new to both of you but the relief that you got, knowing it was Levi you were doing this with was beyond words. He had become essential. You couldn’t imagine having to do this with anyone else, having to keep everything to yourself and deal with it alone. You were just…really glad to have him. You hoped he felt the same way.

#levi thirsts #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #snk x reader #aot x reader #aot x female reader

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corawritesthings · 2 years ago

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a post two days in a row? are those pigs flying outside your window rn or is it just me?

chishiya shuntaro relationship headcanons

(isn’t he adorable)

okay! let’s talk relationship headcanons. (I went off on this one, you guys, so please bear with me) as always, gender neutral reader. assumed to be in the borderlands/at the beach.

-first, let’s talk angsty things.

-odds are, he did NOT want to fall for you in the slightest. you know the story already—feelings are weaknesses, he can’t be seen as weak, etcetera etcetera. so, just imagine we’re past all that.

-but one thing I think isn’t talked about enough is the fact that if you two are in a relationship, he will be in conflict with himself a LOT of the time.

-on one hand, he has some really, really strong feelings for you that he doesn’t quite understand himself. (in basic terms, man is down bad.) but on the other hand, he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if something were to happen to you in a game.

-part of him wants to come with you to every game to make sure he can protect you. at the same time, though, he doesn’t WANT to come to every game with you in the event that only one of you could walk out.

-(and, honestly, it freaks him out a lot more than you would realize; because for all his self-preservation, he isn’t sure he would survive a game that only one of you could survive. read between the lines there.)

-obviously worries about you when you’re off at a game. he won’t show it, but his eyes are scanning the crowds constantly waiting for you to come back—and, of course, he’s more than relieved when you come back.

-(see, he doesn’t doubt your skills. he knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. but it still doesn’t help the anxiety that pounds in his chest while you’re away, undoubtedly fighting for your life.)

-so when you come back, he definitely holds you close on those nights and wishes, despite how useless he knows wishes are, that the two of you could stay in the moment forever, and neither of you would need to play the games again.

-yeah, he worries.

-a lot.

-which he doesn’t like, because if it were just him, he would be all he would need to worry about. he would only need to protect himself. and yet, now, with you, he has someone else to worry about (even more than himself).

-okay. cuter relationship things time. (my favorite tbh)

-I don’t know how many times I can drive the point home, but I'm going to say it yet again. QUALITY TIME.

-your room is his room now.

-like, yes, he does enjoy his personal space; but also, spending time with you is a way he shows his affection for you. he doesn’t like being around very many people for long periods of time (aside from possibly kuina), but for some reason, you just don’t bother him.

-in fact,(you’re gonna want to sit down for this one): he likes being around you.

-I know. crazy. he thinks so too.

-he’ll work on his little five minute crafts trinkets and tools in your room, and if you’re really curious, he’d explain the process to you and show you what he’s doing and how he does it. he’d also make some things for you (regardless if you wanted him to or not, LOL. it’s his way of trying to protect you when he can’t be there himself.)

-he’s not a party person in the slightest, but if you liked being out there with the party people (words from an eloquent writer), he’d lurk and let you do your thing. but don’t expect him to dance.

-though, if you really wanted to slow dance with him (and perhaps you two were on the rooftop alone), after a LOT of convincing, he might not say no.

-he’s actually a lot softer than you think. still a sarcastic asshole, but soft.

-he’d be the kind of person who, if you had nightmares, would stay up with you afterwards. if you wanted to talk about it, he’d listen with no qualms about it. if you didn’t, he might just talk to you—about his life, what he did back then, his plans for the future, even if they’re a bit cynical. (which most definitely include you, by the way). or perhaps you could go for a walk, or just sit in silence. he’d do whatever makes you most comfortable.

-and if you had a tendency to get hurt often, he’d probably be in the habit of scolding you, telling you constantly that you’re a walking magnet for trouble. but he’d patch you up regardless, making sure to be extra careful with you.

-he’s the ‘does-things-for-you-without-you-realizing-it-boyfriend.’

-like, if you liked a particular treat, it’d just start appearing at random intervals in your room. or if he noticed that you had a hobby that involved items that are reasonably accessible (like drawing or trinket collecting) he might get you little things here and there that he thought you’d like.

-if asked about it, though, he’d just shrug it off as not a big deal.

(EDIT: TO THE PERSON WHO LEFT A COMMENT SAYING THAT CHISHIYA’S GIFT GIVING REMINDED YOU OF A CAT BRINGING SOMETHING TO THEIR HUMAN, YOU’RE SO RIGHT)

-he likes talking to you, surprisingly enough. he’ll gladly take the pieces you give him about your past life to learn more about you. he won’t admit it, but he thinks often of how the two of you would fit into each other’s lives back in the real world.

-hand holding. <3

-he’d let you borrow his hoodie. definitely thinks it looks better on you than it does on him.

-how do I best explain this? your boyfriend is a cat.

-what I mean by this is, he literally would die before admitting it, but his favorite thing is cuddling. or when you play with his hair. oh my god, please play with his hair.

-physical touch is typically something he doesn’t like, but with you? oh boy.

-like, he wouldn’t ask for it. it’d be VERY rare for him to approach you for physical affection outright.

-instead, he’d just...plant himself in front of you. or on you. somehow just be near you enough to send telepathic brain waves in your direction, wanting you to play with his hair or his hands or just to hold him tbh.

-CAT BOY LIKES BEING HELD. I DIDN’T MAKE THE RULES.

-tbh, he might omit some things from you (for the sake of protecting you, in his mind), but he won’t outright lie to you or manipulate you. he thinks you’re too smart for that and you can call his bullshit easily LOL.

-but he also likes impressing you. so he’ll just show up with this ridiculous amount of knowledge out of nowhere, literally for the only purpose of throwing you off.

-also, regarding the term boyfriend. i think hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend secretly gives him butterflies <3

-would take you on faux dates on the rooftop or in your rooms if you liked that kind of thing.

too much? not enough? (also i love you guys honestly, seeing the little lightning bolt on my screen every day gives me the happy chemical. and your comments sometimes got me reeling LOL. i appreciate every one of you)

#chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya shuntaro x reader #Chishiya x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro headcanons #alice in borderland headcanons

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pocketgalaxies · 3 months ago

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FOR REALLL RE: WHEN MATT ASKED IF ANYONE WANTED TO DO ANYTHING. And then, when they went to Keyleth and Orym said "we want to be useful in the downtime"... my jaw fucking dropped. You all JUST got back from aeor, and right before that you got back from the moon - where your friend fucking DIED. No one wants to process any of that??

From how Matt had framed it, the feywild meeting between Ludinus and the Unseelie was an optional mission they could have delegated to NPCs, yet they jumped right into it with no prep or plan.

[And ohhh, the instant amnesia about why they were there. It was like they completely forgot the intent of the mission, and when Dorian raised that point ("is this what we are here for? To fight?") They all just shrugged and acted like there was no other choice!] I love them all dearly, so my frustration is borne of concern (they just walked into a HUGE fucking fight they are ill prepared for), and I am TERRIFIED Fearne will die now because of it. But also, I wonder - do they even want to be in this campaign anymore?

The way they keep rushing forward...maybe it's bc they've been conditioned by the rest of this campaign's pacing. Part of me feels it's Orym. This whole campaign it's felt like he's been using his pushing attack on the team. [Telling them early on (ep 30s) they need to promise him to be better together, forever reminding them of the ticking clock which means they need to get to Yios, to the malleus key, to reunite post-solstice. Then, an hr into the reunion: they need to keep going to address things "fast and fully". They need to get to Keyleth, to the moon, to stay on the moon even if it's risky bc "it isn't a vacation." Oop Letters died, but let's get back to keyleth, now we need to go to aeor, back to keyleth, and after all of that...well they need to "be useful in the downtime"! That might be too uncharitable? I don't know.

Above the table, I think they are all overworked from making two animated series, running a company, and their professional work outside of CR. It seems like too much. Like they need a break, and maybe subconsciously are running headlong to the finish so they can finally have one. I don't begrudge them that, but it does make me sad for these specific characters that they've been so constrained by the plot.]

yeah for sure, the campaign is sharing space with a million other responsibilities when it used to be The Flagship the single most significant project they were working on. i think it's very likely that both animated series are perceived as a higher priority than the campaign now given the budget, wider audience, etc. which just kinda sucks when the campaign also requires the highest level of emotional and time investment out of all of those projects

orym has definitely played a role in the Always Business No Pleasure vibe of the campaign but i guess i hesitate to put that much blame on him, i think the overall story has been go go go and orym is largely a reflection of that. but also i do agree that it certainly isn't helping and many ppl have made more eloquent posts than i ever could about the space his grief has been allowed in comparison to other aspects of other characters and how that has affected the party and the campaign overall

i really do wish they could've taken this week to recuperate, do something for themselves. literally anything. go shopping. any loose ends they would want to tie up before going into a battle to the death. but they either don't have connections to outside npcs or those connections simply aren't prominent enough. relvin, milo, birdie and ollie, family in zephrah, dariax, etc.? anyone?? imogen v. groon battle was sitting right there? and i just don't understand the necessity of adding in this ludinus unseelie situation it seems like something extraneous that the story could've gone entirely without and now it's just another Thing they have to do?

ANYWAY just struggling a lot about all these things! having a great time!!

#prob won't answer any more asks about this but i appreciate everyone's validation! will continue trudging on!#anonymous #ask #answered #critical role #cr3 #cr negativity #cr meta #long post #*meta

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nrvcntr · 10 months ago

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Losing Everything

sooooo i haven't written fanfiction since i was a preteen but i got hit with a case of gale dekarios and could not rest until i wrote a really angsty thing about tav trying to move on from god!gale ......... that is all

“You may not wish to enter the heavens, but you do a fine job conjuring them here,” He said. Then he was gone, again. The God of Ambition, formerly Gale of Waterdeep, formerly Gale Dekarios. Somewhere in there had been a man that you loved dearly, but there was no trace of him now. Only a faint scent remained. The same one that stuck to your pillow and sheets and the bed that you shared, the scent that hung around you like smoke. When you were falling asleep and in that space between dream and wake, it was almost like he was still there. But when you reached out, you were met with the realization that you were alone yet again.

So you moved on. The best you could, at least. You dove into your old work as a historian of ancient poetry. You translated what you could, but primarily focused on seeking out old texts to verify their authenticity. One of your recent interests was the poet Copperbloom, whose complete works were rumored to be hidden at one of the libraries in Amn.

On your first afternoon there, you saw the temple dedicated to the God of Ambition. Like a magnetic force pushing you through, you walked in, taking in the sights of brilliant marble pillars and rich purple fabric adorning the walls. A testament to the power of ambition. It looked so clean that you were afraid your mere presence was a mark on its face. You looked at the altar of Gale, a looming, giant sculpture that looked like him and unlike him. Like a sculpture of a picture someone painted of a picture of Gale. The features were generally right, but it was missing his warmth. Something about the eyes and the smile were inconsistent to you, as though he was smiling at something painful. That wasn’t like the man you remembered.

Your eyes closed, and that familiar scent drew you in. Here in this temple, it made sense that he felt so close. It was enough to break your heart again, but months of waking up alone had shattered it beyond repair. What else could you lose at this point? There was nothing left. You held a coin in your hand, ready to make an offering to the embodiment of ambition, when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Excuse me,” it said.

You turned, meeting the eyes of a handsome young elf.

“Is that a book of Copperbloom’s poetry you’re holding?” He asked.

“Yes, it is,” You replied.

He told you that his name was Adlar, and that he was a fan of Copperbloom’s poetry. Excitement radiated from him, his eyes bright and alert when he told you that he was raised among the trees, and that Copperbloom eloquently captured the beauty of nature in a way that so few could. You slid the coin back into your pocket, enamored by the creature in front of you. He was awkward, sure, but a welcome distraction from your self-imposed isolation.

“Would you like to talk about this more, somewhere more private?” You asked.

“I--Yes, I would like that very much. There’s a tavern around the corner, if you’d like to go,” He replied.

So you walked out of the Temple of Ambition with the handsome young elf on your arm, who chattered your ear off the entire way. After exchanging pleasantries about poetry, the basics of who you are and where you’re from, he asked if you were a devotee of Gale.

“No, I’m not. Are you?” You asked.

“Oh, yes, absolutely,” He replied, “He has given me everything. Before I learned of his doctrine, I was lost. Wandering around, wasting my potential. But now I have a purpose. I helped to build the temple, you know. And I’m leading the expansion.”

“An expansion? It’s one of the largest buildings in the city,” You remarked.

“Yes, it is going to be the largest building in Faerun if I have anything to say about it. That’s the beautiful thing about ambition. It led me out of the forest and into places I had never even heard of or dreamt I could be. Like here,” He said, tentatively reaching for your hand. You allowed it. Adlar was the first person you touched since your electric goodbye kiss with a deity. Well, other than crying into Shadowheart’s arms for as long as she would let you.

And so you began a love affair with the handsome young elf, slipping into a summer routine of balmy nights cooled by morning tea on the terrace, then separating to do a day’s work. You, toiling around libraries and bookshops in search of poems, and he leading the expansion in the temple. For the first time in a long while, you felt the comfort of a routine and a home.

You could still feel your former lover, his scent lingering on you no matter how hard you try to wash it away. At some point, it stopped feeling comforting and started to suffocate. You threw out your old clothes, ready to start something new. If you could change your hair and clothes and look like someone new, you thought, maybe you could start a new life. It may not be perfect, it may not have the magic of the Weave, but it could be yours.

Well, until your dreams were dashed again. That God you had loved had once remarked about how easy it is to lose things, no matter how hard they are to gain.

Adlar would meet you every night outside the temple. You never went back inside after your first visit. Until that night, that is, when thick black smoke blanketed the air and other devotees ran out, screaming about a collapse in the expansion wing. Instinctively, you ran toward the danger, passing the sculpture of Gale, whose smile looked menacing behind the haze of smoke. You approached the rubble where your elven lover would lay forever and begin feverishly clearing it again. Even after your fingers begin to bleed. Even when your hands ached. When someone picked you up to move you from the carnage, you kicked and screamed. But you knew. No one could survive under there. Especially not your gentle love, whose hands trembled that first night you held them. His bright eyes would never stare into yours again when you revealed your fears to him. You would never again wash the dirt from his hands after he delivered you a flower that Copperbloom compared her lover to in one of her famous poems. He was gone. A casualty of ambition.

You broke from the grasp of the person holding you and ran toward Gale’s altar. You slammed a coin down.

“Please, let me talk to you.”

It was a plea, not a prayer. But he answered nonetheless. You found yourself in a strange state that seems real and unreal, beyond mortal comprehension. Gale stood in front of you, a bemused expression on his silver face.

“You called?” He asked.

“What happened?” You ask in return.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Do not fuck with me, Gale. I know that you know what happens in your own temple.”

“Oh, right, the collapse. Hm. Such a shame. They were making great progress. You know how foolish mortals can be at times,” He replied flippantly. This set your teeth on edge.

“Did you cause the collapse?” You asked.

“I could never, and I would never. You have my word. They knew the risks of what they were doing, and it was a dangerous endeavor.”

“But was the God of Ambition in their ears, telling them that the reward would be worth any risk?”

“Some risks are worth taking, you know,” Gale said.

“I do not need advice from you,” You replied.

“Well perhaps you should heed some advice. You’ve been toiling your summer away laying about with some elf who is far beneath your station. What are you doing? Your mortal life is so short. You could be brilliant. You could do anything that you want. You could be anything you want to be. You could be -”

“A goddess?”

“Perhaps. If you wanted to be.”

“I don’t. I already turned down that offer.”

Silence.

“Why?” Gale asked.

“Because I loved the man you were, not the God you pretend to be,” You reply.

“I do not pretend. I am a God. And I did it for you. I did everything for you. And you repay me this way? You must know that I care for you because I would never let a mortal speak to me the way that you do.”

“Did you cause the collapse because you were jealous?” You asked.

Silence. Whatever love you still had in your heart for the man was replaced by animosity for the God.

“Answer me, damn you,” You demanded, reaching out to shove Gale’s chest. Lightning crackled when you made contact with him and you pulled your hand back in agony, cradling it with the other.

“It is not wise to pick a fight with a God,” Gale warned.

“Why? If that is how you treat your most devoted followers then I would like to see how you treat a heretic,” You hissed. “Smite me, then, if what I say so offends you. Ambition is a curse. It has stolen everything from me. I will never bow to it. I will never honor it. I will never love it.”

In that moment, you hoped he would strike you down. If only to take away his favorite toy. But he doesn’t.

“I would never harm you,” He said.

“You have destroyed me,” You replied, “I want nothing to do with the God in front of me. I loved the man I knew. I will miss him for the rest of my days. And one day, I will be gone and I do not know what will happen or where I will go. But you will be here, alone. I hope it was worth it. Was it?”

You stare at each other. No words could come out that would give either of you solace, and some wounds can never heal. Instead of a reply, you found yourself back at the smoky temple, surrounded by carnage. You walked out, never turning back even once to look behind. That night you crawled into your bed and stared at the wall, trying to will comfort out of the isolation. Finally, you were free from that scent. You were truly alone. At least when you’ve lost everything, nothing else can be taken from you.

Somewhere on some plane that mortals can’t comprehend, in a place that exists and doesn’t, the God of Ambition looked out at eternal nothingness. He had the powers of a God, powers that he had always dreamed of.

But, the thought flickered in his mind. Perhaps he could have lived without them. After all, without you, what did he really have? Nothing, as far as anyone or anything could ever hope to see.

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