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woodchipp · 1 year ago

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A CRITIQUE OF OMORI, PART 6: UNORIGINALITY

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This is more of a "bonus" post. It is not as important as the other five posts before it and is more of a rant than anything.

Even though just calling OMORI "another quirky Earthbound-inspired RPG about depression" would be rather reductive, OMORI is painfully derivative at its core. For a game renowned for pushing the envelope for what indie RPGs can do, it's actually rather unimpressive. In terms of story, the game it bears the most resemblance to is - surprisingly enough - Silent Hill 2, with the similarities being... suspicious.

The male protagonist (James; Sunny) kills his female loved one (Mary; Mari), represses the memory of doing so and convinces himself she's still alive (James comes to Silent Hill in hopes of finding Mary after allegedly receiving a letter from her; Sunny conjures an imaginary fantasyland where Mari is still alive). The only major difference is that James killed Mary consciously while Sunny killed Mari accidentally.

Tying into the previous point, OMORI establishes that Mari died 4 years ago prior to the events of the game because of an external circumstance Sunny had no control over (suicide) to hide the fact that Sunny killed her, exactly the same way SH2 establishes that Mary died 3 years ago prior to the events of the game due to an external circumstance James had no control over (terminal illness) to hide the fact that James killed her.

As the screenshots at the top of the post show, both James and Sunny are established as generally reticent characters who don't outwardly emote much but are described by other characters (Mary in James' case, Sunny's friends in Sunny's case) as kind and sweet.

Silent Hill 2's Mary is James' kind, gentle and seemingly perfect wife who used to play the piano and dearly loved her husband; near the end of the game, it is implied that she verbally abused James during her final days, with said abuse partially being the reason he killed her. Similarly, OMORI's Mari is Sunny's kind, gentle and seemingly perfect older sister who used to play the piano and dearly loved her younger brother; near the end of the game, it is revealed that she harshly berated Sunny, with said upbraiding partially being the reason Sunny shoved her down the stairs.

Furthermore, inspecting the piano in the Lakeview Hotel has James briefly reminisce that he loved to hear Mary play the piano even though she wasn't very good at it; during the final memory of Memory Lane, Basil mentions that Sunny always sits in the room with Mari while she's practicing the piano.

The plot of Silent Hill 2 focuses on James' surreal trek through the town as his subconscious (represented via the Otherworld, Pyramid Head and the monsters) tries to get him to face the fact that he committed a murder. Similarly, the plot of OMORI focuses on Sunny's surreal trek through his imaginary fantasyland as his subconscious (represented via Black Space, Stranger, Something and its variants) tries to get him to face the fact that he committed manslaughter.

The recurring fog in Headspace represents the lack of mental clarity, as the game itself spells out to you. Do I even need to say anything here?

The main antagonistic forces of Silent Hill 2 are the symbolic embodiment of James' guilt that also serves as a constant reminder of his wrongdoing (Pyramid Head) and the personification of James' wish-fulfillment delusions that is meant to distract him from learning the truth (Maria). Similarly, the main antagonistic forces of OMORI are the symbolic embodiment of Sunny's guilt that also serves as a constant reminder of his wrongdoing (Something) and the personification of Sunny's wish-fulfillment delusions that is meant to prevent him from learning the truth (Omori)

Both James and Sunny/Omori are forced to descend into an eldritch location representing their subconscious - the Labyrinth and Black Space respectively - in the second half of their respective games. OMORI even has you enter Black Space by jumping through a hole in the floor!

The revelation that Sunny killed Mari directly precedes OMORI's penultimate boss fight against Basil, just like the revelation that James killed Mary precedes Silent Hill 2's penultimate boss fight against the twin Pyramid Heads. Additionally, the Truth segment's long walk to the tree where the final photo lies is reminiscent of the long hallway James has to go through before confronting the final boss.

Silent Hill 2's "Maria" ending shows James ultimately embracing his delusions by accepting Maria as Mary's replacement to avoid facing up to his guilt; similarly, the ending of OMORI's Hikikomori route shows Sunny embracing his delusions to avoid facing up to his guilt by staying in Headspace forever.

Of course, to insinuate Omocat stole Silent Hill 2's entire plot would be too absurd of an accusation, but the similarities were too glaring for me to ignore. Make of them what you will.

Silent Hill 2 isn't the only game OMORI heavily resembles. Aside from the very obvious "inspiration" the game takes from Yume Nikki, many of the things this game tries to do have been already done in some form (oftentimes better) by other indie RPGs and video games in general that were released before it.

Headspace is Earthbound's Magicant made into a whole game. The major difference is that Magicant is actually relevant to the story in both of the games it's featured in. By the way, don't Daddy Longlegs' appearance and his function in the plot seem strikingly familiar?

Omori stands down and vanishes at the end of the final boss fight after Sunny plays the recital he and Mari were meant to play, just like Giegue stands down and calls off the invasion of Earth after Ninten and his team sing the lullaby his adoptive mother, Maria, used to sing to him during the climax of Earthbound Beginnings.

OFF and Ib have already featured hand-drawn aesthetics all the way back in 2008 and 2012 respectively; in Ib, it also was a crucial part of the story and the gameplay instead of simply being an aesthetic choice.

Something and the variants of it you fight throughout the game seem to be made out of clay, an aesthetic choice the two Hylics games have already featured.

Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass has already featured the exact same "kid uses sugar-coated dream world to cope with hardship in his life" general premise, the hardship in question being terminal cancer in Jimmy's case. It also had Jimmy fight his fears, heights and spiders included. The final boss, the Pulsating Mass itself, tries to break Jimmy by taking the appearance of his family and verbally abusing him, with Jimmy getting the special "Heartbroken" status effect, just like Omori tries to break Sunny by reminding him that his friends loved Mari and he killed her while inflicting the special "Afraid" emotion on him. On top of that, JatPM features Jimmy facing off against the personification of his self-loathing too!

The LISA games have already featured OMORI's initial premise of "brother grieves his sister's suicide and has to deal with his own severe mental issues along the way". The major difference is that Lisa's suicide is a suicide caused by her father's sexual abuse instead of being a contrived cover-up planned and executed by a 12-year-old.

Truth be told, I'd have been genuinely glad to overlook such minutiae if the game's story was actually compelling or gripping. It isn't.

OMORI's story fails to be complex and compelling for a multitude of reasons. The main protagonist is dull, doesn't have much impact on the plot and comes off as more unpleasant than intended, the main characters in general are fleshed out poorly and their personalities are spelled out to the player multiple times rather than shown, the supposedly soul-crushing plot twist makes no sense under scrutiny, and the game is rife with unfortunate implications regarding the topic of mental illness, which it relies on to make the plot interesting. The emotions OMORI tries to evoke don't feel earned either, and come off as more of a "smokescreen" to divert the player's attention from the plot's lack of substance.

After all, in this game, the Feels are always more of a priority than the Reals.

#omori critical #omori #omori game #omori sunny #sunny omori #omori mari #mari omori

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randonauticrap · 1 year ago

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A Letter to Myself ~ Chapter 1

Series Description: A 1st person POV Isekai Ikemen Prince adventure told by me, your narrator. Not all true stories are believable, and not all true stories are real. I have changed my name and the names of anyone who inspired these characters.

Chapter Description: Liliana goes to sleep after another disappointing experience with love, and wakes up inside a very strange dream.

Chapter Title: Dream Truths

Triggers: Negative self talk; vague mention of fatphobia

There are few things in this world I love more than singing, sleeping, and daydreaming. They’re the three things that can always reset my anxious mind, and push out all forms of mental clutter, if only long enough for me to focus on the task at hand. That particular evening, the task at hand was wishing that my situationship (who, after I admitted I had feelings for earlier that day, told me he didn’t actually feel that way about me, and saw me only as a friend) had instead been one of the dashing princes in my favorite otome game. I think everyone could agree that they would never. But the quiet of the night threatened to envelop me nonetheless; this wasn’t the first time I’ve been fooled by pretty words and flirtatious kindness. It wasn’t even the second or third, and I’ve begun to wonder who the real problem is. Am I simply misinterpreting this behavior? Was my perception truly that terrible? I didn’t think so, since I could usually nail down just about anyone I met: what their struggles were, why they acted the way they did, and so on and so forth. In fact, it was one of the things I was known for in my friend circles - being a mind reader.

But for some reason, when love was involved, my radar was off; or broken; or just flat out missing altogether. It was something I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember; to be loved the way I love, but fate seemed to stand against me in that regard. What if I just wasn't meant to have my own love story? My heart clenched at the thought that plagued me over and over. It was no mystery that my body type was not one that was so popularly celebrated in many circles, and I'd experienced my fair share of backlash over it through the years. And while, thankfully, many women in this day and age were standing up and speaking out about it, I still received far too many judgmental eyes on me when I dared to eat in public; didn't matter if it was 4pm and it was the first thing I'd eaten since I woke up at 7am.

So it should come as no surprise that the little voice in my head - that damn goblin - often added "overweight" to the list of qualities that left men… wanting, in regards to myself. But the laundry list was miles long by now, and not even the newest Whirlpool could scrub it clean. Besides, who could afford that much laundry detergent? Certainly not me. Not in this economy.

Usually, I could stir up some comforting scenario with the handsome first prince and lull myself to sleep in his imaginary arms, but the trick wasn't working tonight. God, of course it wasn't. I had to be up in around 4 hours to go to rehearsal, and sleep had been evading me almost as much as men did. "Is sleep a man?" I pondered aloud to my quiet bedroom. "Would make a hell of a lot of sense." I grumbled under my breath as I reached for the Melatonin gummies on my nightstand. I popped two in my mouth and chewed begrudgingly until the almost-fruit tang flavor was gone from my mouth, then let my head fall unceremoniously back onto my pillow with a dull thud.

Now my neck hurts. Of course it does.

I tossed and turned for awhile longer, praying the Melatonin would do its work, and at last, I felt the gentle tug of sleep calling the deep recesses of my brain. Thank God, now I can go see Jin. It was the last coherent thought I had before diving under, my subconscious brain taking over, my desires in tow.

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Birds.

I was hearing birds. Is this a dream? Those birds don't sound like the birds outside my window normally do. Those sound like… what the hell is that? A weed wacker? It isn't Friday. Is it? This has to be a dream, there's no way I missed two days; I've slept for long periods of time, but never 48 hours straight, long. That's like, coma long. God, I hope I haven't peed the bed.

I cracked one eye open slowly, noting the lack of crust around it. Thank God, I'm finally re-hydrated. I'd been dehydrated for pretty much my entire life, through no one's fault but my own, and I'd always wanted to be one of those girls who could tote around a cute water bottle the size of a milk jug and drink it all in one day. But alas, God had other plans when he made me. Maybe he was distracted, I don't know. But I had been trying to take better care of myself lately, so I guess it finally paid off! Hopefully this means no more headaches, and-

I opened my other eye to stare up at my ceiling. I wonder what ti- wait. "M'kaaaay, maybe I do have eye crust." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes with my index fingers. Cause that's not my ceiling. Have I gone blind? Oh God, am I blind?

I opened my eyes again and flicked my gaze around the room quickly. Okay, not blind. A relieved sigh petered out of my lungs, but it only lasted a second before I cast my eyes around the room again, in earnest this time. This is not my room. My head swiveled left; right; left again. Okay, so I'm dreaming. Damn it, I probably still have eye crust. I shook my head in disappointment as I sat up in bed. The room I was in was small; tiny, even in comparison to mine, which was saying something. There was a single painting on the wall perpendicular to my right, hung precariously on the dusty beige wall. It looked like a lush green forest with a river running through the center. Pretty.

My eyes continued their journey right and landed on a small, rustic looking side table with an oil lamp on it, along with a well-worn book. On impulse, I picked up the book and stroked its spine while I read the words on the cover. "Liliana's Adventures" Funny. That's my name. Could my brain really not come up with anything better than this for a title? Jeez, and I call myself a writer. A sound between a scoff and a laugh escaped my lips as I set the book back down on the side table and turned my head to the left.

There was a small table with two rickety wooden chairs and what looked like a sewing project neatly folded on the tabletop. Okay, is my brain trying to tell me to pick up a new hobby or something, or did I watch too much Lord of the Rings last night? I noticed that there was a simple mirror on the wall across from me that reflected the bland beige wall above my head, the door to the tiny room, and a single window, notched in the downward slope of the ceiling to my left. I didn't understand. Why did my subconscious bring me here of all places? And where even is here? I mean, it has to be a dream. I just "woke up" and the inside of my mouth doesn't even feel gross, and there's no way that's real.

I pulled myself out of the small, stiff bed and padded over to the window, my feet bare on the chilly wooden panels. The most beautiful garden I had ever seen in my life sprawled out before my eyes way down below. Bursts of yellow, white, pink, and red lined a maze of pathways through the middle, and showcased the gorgeous flowers in bloom. Most of them looked like roses. Wow… now I understand the weed wacker.

I could get lost tracing each walkway with my eyes, and apparently I did, because I didn't hear the angry footsteps stomping up to the door of my room until it burst open and an irate woman screeched through it. "Leisel, quit your dawdling, we are due in the kitchen in five minutes!" The door slammed shut just as suddenly as it had opened and I jumped hard, nearly knocking my head on the sloped ceiling in the process. "Who the hell is Leisel?"

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @rhodolitesroseforclavis @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @nightghoul381 @judejazza @xbalayage @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @alvieeru @aria-chikage @tele86

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #jin grandet #chevalier michel #clavis lelouch #leon dompteur #yves kloss #licht klein #nokto klein #luke randolph #ikemen prince isekai #ikepri isekai series #isekai #isekai romance

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wordycheeseblob · 1 year ago

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Inspiration

Plot: Clavis feels like he hasn't made any progress. To create something inspiring, one must first be inspired, so he and Cyran venture into the unknown to find it.

Word count: 740

Featured characters: Clavis, Cyran

A/N: here's a short self-indulgent story for a friend, and part of my 100 Follower celebration why not

"Admit it we've been going in circles for hours ¨ Cyran who had been following quietly up until now sighed in defeat. "That's the second time I've seen that weirdly shaped branch"

"You're imagining things." Clavis was some distance ahead, bringing a hand to his face in a shielding manner, his eyes crinkling either from the afternoon sun or in an attempt to see something far away only he could see. "And what if you did? Just means we were on the right way twice. Definitely not lost. No way."

"Will you at least tell me what we're looking for? You know, for reference..."

Clavis laughed. "Even if I tell you, it's up to me to find it. No one else can"

"Which is..." The red head knight pressed on, all too familiar with Clavis' antics.

"Inspiration!" There was eagerness in his voice mixed with the tiredness of going uphill. The further they advanced, the steeper the path became until it disappeared completely, swallowed by the sun-burnt scrubs and high yellow grass that tangled at their feet, slowing down their journey into the unknown.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Cyran frowned. Unbelievable. Under the sweltering heat of a summer's day, when the sun was at its highest and shined the strongest, they were traveling through the highland looking for some intangible tangent. Knowing Clavis was to never take his word at face value, perhaps there was some other variable he wasn't letting on. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. "Anything else?" Cyran added cautiously.

"Naturally, some perspective would also come in handy"

The prince slumped on a rock, winded. "Think of it as a paid vacation"

Setting aside the massive backpack with travelling equipment, Cyran sat by his side.

"I rather not." He fished a flask of water from a compartment and offered it to Clavis. "Why not just give up? You've been going at it for days now. It's pointless without results."

"Goodness, you sound just like him," Clavis eyed the ripples in the water with distaste. "Maybe I have been going in circles..." That last part was hushed, almost a whisper, washed away by the water as he took another swig.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Up and let's get going. Success doesn't wait!" Almost as if nothing happened, Clavis sprang up and continued on his merry way, Cyran following suit reluctantly.

Clavis observed the dry landscape absentmindedly; the incessant song of crickets made it hard to concentrate. In truth, it felt so long since he made any real progress.

Everything he did, anything he tried... nothing would even come close to Chevalier. And he's been doing what he did for a long time now, but somehow, he felt stuck in one place. No matter how hard he tried to catch up to his brother, he always stayed ahead, out of reach. That bastard. Sometimes he even doubted if he did it for himself or because of his stupid brother. Of course, those days he reminded himself that he, Clavis Lelouch, was an artist at heart and the path of an artist was never an easy one. You didn't receive a diploma for becoming creative, and at most one could only be creative for their own pleasure.

In Clavis' mind, the road to artistic prowess was different to each individual. That's why it's an untold, unbeaten path. Something unique to oneself. Many gave up along the way, discouraged by the seemingly effortless mastery of others and dismayed by their own imaginary stagnation because there is no definite destination, the end never clear nor seen.

Maybe it wasn't the right time, the people were yet to understand the subtle nuance of his creations, but Clavis would never forfeit his craft. That's perhaps the one thing his brother could never take from him.

A soft breeze caressed his face, playing with the loose sleeves of his coat, tugging him out of the depth of his mind to the realization that they've reached the rocky top.

He contemplated the rolling plains in wonder. The sea of grass under the cloudless sky, the gentle play of small birds, soaring high above. After all, what other option was there. Give up? Clavis closed his eyes.

He'd never really learned the meaning of that word.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri clavis #ikemen prince clavis #clavis lelouch #cyran rose #ikepri cyran

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sflow-er · 2 years ago

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Good morning Sflow :)

For the ask game I'd love to hear your thoughts about these two, if you feel like answering (no pressure though!):

🍭why did you start writing?

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Thank you. Wishing you a lovely day! <3

Good evening, friend 💛

I saved your ask for last because these are both really deep questions, and I've actually spent a lot of time reflecting on them today, especially the first one. So, exactly the kind I'd expect from you, and they deserve the kind of rambling personal answers you know to expect from me.

I'll put a cut here to make it easier for people to scroll on if they aren't interested, but of course anyone who is interested is welcome to read my answers!

🍭why did you start writing?

I guess the short answer is, as a creative outlet. But there is also a very long answer, as I've started writing several times over the course of my life.

On the first time, I started for my little brother. We played a lot of imagination games when we were kids, and I wanted to expand on those. We had an imaginary world with about two dozen characters but could only play a few of them at the same time, the stories were 'lost' when the game ended, and I had too many ideas anyway. So I started drawing and writing some of them down. This first phase went on from age 9 to 14 or so.

On the second time (overlapping the first), I started for narrative closure. A video game that I was completely obsessed with had a sad ending, so I wrote another. It was fun, so I went on to another story I wanted to continue, characters I wanted to expand on, and so on. I wrote most of these in my English notebook, for which I also got extra credit and feedback from my English teacher.

After a couple of years of just writing in my notebook, I discovered that I was doing a thing called fan fiction, and there were places to put it online. So I started doing that. Eventually, I got an original idea, and I wrote a story of about 50k and even started a sequel. This second phase lasted from age 13 to 19/20.

Then I started at uni. Life got in the way, and my creativity was gone. I never finished the sequel, and even when I eventually got obsessed with a new piece of media and tried to write something for it, I just couldn't get anything coherent down. I eventually took down all my old fics too, thinking that chapter of my life was closed for good. This phase lasted until I watched Young Royals at the age of 33.

On the third time, I started as an outlet for my suddenly reborn creativity - and my still very fragile ace identity. I found the rich world of YR incredibly inspiring and wanted to continue the story (as we didn't even know if there would be an S2). I also really wanted to contribute something to the fandom that was growing around it, but I didn't have the confidence or the ideas to focus on Wilmon.

Well, as luck would have it, there was a veritable blank slate of a minor character who would be perfect for a canon expansion and even gave me a vague ace vibe for some reason. And if I made him asexual, well, figuring out how he felt about various stuff would be a good excuse to work on myself on the side. I wasn't sure if I actually had the guts to make that part of his characterisation visible in the fic, and he'd have to be very different from me as I never liked self-inserts, but yeah. That could be interesting.

I'm still in this third phase, although the self-reflection has taken a backseat now.

🌿how does creating make you feel?

It's hard to describe. One part of it is just plain relief, because it gets to a point where you really just need an outlet for all the creative energy. One part is this huge sense of accomplishment and satisfaction over seeing the thing you imagined and planned come together. It was just something you cooked up in your head, and now it's out there, making sense. Or at least being its own aesthetic/artistic entity. Either way, you did it, wow.

And of course one part is the joy of knowing that people enjoyed something you made and/or it touched them. I had sort of forgotten about that while I wasn't writing, and I'm very grateful to have experienced it again.

Thank you again for these wonderful asks!

Ask list for reference.

#prompted personal disclosure #ask game #writing ask #fic writer asks #fic writing #scatteredpiecesofme #ace fic

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mbrainspaz · 1 year ago

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In my youth the thought of living my life alone didn't just seem bad, it was inconceivable. Not only was I always around big groups of friends and family, but so much of the way I lived my life; the value I placed on relationships, the standards I held myself to, the late night philosophizing, the photo albums I kept, the journaling, all the little movies I made—it was all built around the imperative of sharing my life with someone special. The other person that society and religion told me I would definitely have someday. I believed back then that I was half of something. I stopped expecting a soulmate as soon as I started dating. I redoubled my attempts at sharing the media of my life with family and friends, as if by witnessing my life experience through my little movies and stories they could somehow fill the void I had built for another soul and validate my existence. To my frustration their clear lack of understanding and their disregard for the things I shared often only highlighted the distance between us and deepened my loneliness. I told myself I was being pathetic for needing attention the way I did but the need to be seen—not just noticed but witnessed in a visceral way I still struggle to even articulate—wouldn't go away.

In time I realized I was already a whole person and this was horrific in it's own way because I still wasn't enough. I had god the whole time too of course, the imaginary friend who supposedly had infinite attention to give. He, of course, was never great with feedback. Neither were any of my other imaginary friends. I turned to the internet and got some small satisfaction from playing the attention games of social media. Hundreds, sometimes thousands, of views and little likes from a few friends and the faceless masses were enough to numb the creeping sense of isolation for a while.

In my early to mid 20's I entered such a deep and complete period of loneliness that sometimes I saw my soul floating in a black void. Wether I imagined god there with me there or not didn't particularly matter. This vivid hallucination that tormented me, particularly on days spent alone at my desk or while eating food I had cooked for myself alone, was punctuated by magnesium flares of connection as friends would visit or family would check in on me. Sometimes having their sudden brightness so close stung more sharply than the slow ache of the void. I never had the resources to visit them. Between my poverty and the astronomical cost of travel they might as well have been living in distant galaxies. When they inevitably vanished again and I was left alone I did my best to imagine looking out past the black void to see them shining on like constellations. A whole universe of my little stars. I loved watching their stories too. I wished I could get closer, see every little detail. I longed to see them the way I wanted to be seen, but they were all so far away. I let their presence comfort me as I drifted through space. I turned inward to my stories full of characters with the soul connections I craved.

Then the stars started blinking out. Oh, sometimes new distant lights would appear, beautiful and unreachable, but I could see the vast canvas of space around me getting darker. Some of the oldest stars in the sky were tired of watching me. Some told me they never really cared about me or my stories. They only liked their idea of me, which turned out to be nothing like me at all—a feeble distorted frozen image captured years ago. Did they loose sight of me back then or did they never really try to see me? Just like god being there, did it make a difference either way? If they had really seen me, would it have mattered?

My purpose shifted again but there was nothing to do except keep writing my story where connections were real and keep broadcasting the 24/7 livestream of Me. Send it out with a wink and a thumbs up. I'm doing great. I'm doing fine. I'm not but I'm still making this thing that matters to me. I still exist. Do you? Sometimes while trawling social media for glimmers of old friends a notification would pop up with a message from one of those distant stars. I was noticed, however briefly. I was glimpsed. Still alone but seen. Shining cold and brilliant from afar. A star, not a soul.

#loneliness is the default state of human existence #personal problems #existential angst #writer problems #but it's fine I'm totally fine it's all good #I don't matter #I can't still write a story that matters #broke art hobo #this is the melodrama distilled #I do get to visit old friends once or twice a year lately #that's not nothing

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wormytoast · 6 months ago

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probably gonna post the 2.4 chart tonight :)

in other news... (leaks)

the new xianzhou characters and even the ones outside of it have really opened up for a lot of discussion huh. i'm honestly really bummed about sunday being ANOTHER imaginary male unit but at least he's harmony. i know it technically could be fake but honestly it doesn't matter too much to me cuz i'm gonna get him anyways LOL. also it seems like there's conflicting info on whether moze is 4* or 5*— if he's 5* i'll probably pull for him but there's also leaks that he's lightning hunt which is fairly low priority for me so i guess it depends. ugh so much to plan for! i wish ruan mei wasn't rerun in 2.3 but at least i can pull on her banner for gallagher eids and if i get her it's a happy surprise, but it would also be goodbye to any chances of getting jiaoqiu. granted it's not like i really need him either, even if i do want him... being f2p is so difficult 😭

#hsr spoilers #hsr leaks

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littlegodzilla · 2 years ago

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So it's season 2 of twd, and reader and norman have picked out a house in Georgia and are moving in together.

(both now have 3 season contracts for twd) the audience really responded to both their characters. reader's character is like daryl: good at hunting and tracking. (maybe it's similar to the first movie they did together. the writers have the characters as best friends).

then norman's ex (please make it an imaginary person, not his actual ex helena) is cast in a recurring role. meant to be daryl's love interest.

MEANWHILE reader and norman find out that she is pregnant! they're both so happy. But what about the show?

The show will have to make reader's character pregnant, too. But is daryl the father? someone else? How does this affect their relationship on and offscreen?

(maybe his ex is killed off sooner than expected and daryl gets with reader's character? or shane is the father? or there is another actor (hot actor of your choice) who is cast on the show as reader's love interest?)

Okay, maybe that's a lot. We'll talk. I hope this all makes sense. <3

Hiii!!

As you wish, we have more about Norman and Plus Size! Reader! Thank you very much for the support and thanks @minervadashwood for your incredible ideas, I love them so much.

Okay, enjoy this new part you all!!

Hope you like!!

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My Big Girl.

Norman Reedus x Plus Size!Reader.

Part 3.

Requested by: @minervadashwood

Warnings: Little jealousy. fluff. smut (Norman is a horny boy, sorry.) Norman stills blonde.

Words: 3400

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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You open the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. A huge smile forms on your mouth as the inside welcomes you.

Welcomes you.

Norman wraps his arms around your body as he rests his chin on your shoulder. A smile forms on your mouth, reaching up to stroke his hair as he kisses your cheek.

You've finally bought a house in Georgia, nothing too over the top, something comfortable and cozy for the time you spend there filming the new season of TWD. Because yes, you're still on the show. Apparently people have been fascinated by Daryl and Merle's story, getting Norman to sign on for several more seasons. Your character is also being liked, from the first episode they changed some scenes and plots for the first as well as the second season. Apparently they wanted to make a love trio between Rick, Lori and Shane, but they saw the chemistry you and Norman had and decided that your character would be Shane's girlfriend. You didn't mind, you had a good relationship with John and he was fun to work with, Norman found it a little harder to be present in the scenes you shared. Especially if you had to kiss each other.

"Is that necessary?" He'd say, crossing his arms. "I mean, he's already touching her hand, there's no need to kiss." I growled protesting like a child.

"Save that jealousy for your scenes Norman, they'll do us good to make it more real." Scoffed Greg making you all laugh.

Of course things changed with the end of last season, once Shane was out of the game it left a lot of open doors to play with, both in the main plot and in the love theme between your character and Daryl. It wasn't a forced situation, after all, in the original comic Shane Walsh didn't live long either.

Norman's kisses down your neck bring you back to reality, you smile and purr, letting yourself do it. His hands tug at your shirt, hiding under it, squeezing your breasts and you hear him growl in your ear.

"God, they're even bigger than before..." He gasps pushing his hard crotch against your ass.

That's another piece of good news you've recently learned - you're going to be parents! You hadn't really planned it this way, you hadn't really talked about it seriously either, but it was clear to you that someday, if Norman was ready too, you'd like to have a child. Watching him interact with Chandler and Madison made your heart flutter. He was good and kind to them, joking around and helping them get their nerves out of the way in front of the cameras. You knew that being a real father would involve more than just games and jokes, but something told you Norman could surprise you so much more.

"I'm pregnant." You told him one day. When you weren't in Georgia, you had also bought an apartment in New York, near the China Town area. Norman was drinking a beer and got the bottle halfway to his mouth.

"What?" was the only thing he was able to say and it scared you.

"I-I'm pregnant..." You whispered with some fear, now unsure how he was going to react.

"A-and..." He stammered and walked towards you, taking the beer from your hand. "Y-you can't drink, i-it could be bad for our son and..." His voice trembled turning into little whispers.

Maybe it wasn't reaction you expected, at least at first, but as he was aware of the news, the bigger your smile became, as you saw his eyes begin to sparkle and even a smile formed on his mouth.

"Our son..."

"Yes..."

After that you needed to talk to the TWD production after all, it was going to be a long time filming, your belly was going to get bigger and bigger and even though you all end up losing some weight due to the intense temperatures when you were filming, everyone would notice some changes. But it didn't seem to be something they were worried about, they gave you congratulations and it was all in their hands.

"Norman... the door..." You gasp, closing your eyes.

"Right..." He grunts pushing it with his foot, slamming it shut with his heel. A chuckle escapes you and you turn to look at him.

"Our stuff is out..."

"Screw them, I'll get them in later." He assures you, kissing you intensely, making you laugh against his mouth.

He gropingly guides you to your room. He only pulls apart a little to remove your shirt and his eyes look at you with latent desire. You feel your cheeks light up a little, Norman has always been an easy man to read and you can perfectly see the love and lust that is shaking him at that very moment. His hands caress your shoulders slowly moving down to your belly, always round and soft, now it is more bulging and hard, Norman's hands touch it adoringly. You never thought you'd meet someone who loved something you didn't yet have with you so much. He kisses you again with intensity, his hands leave your belly to unclasp your bra, you sigh with relief, your whole body is changing and growing more than normal, wearing a bra is sometimes becoming a nightmare. A moan escapes your mouth as Norman catches one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking, while with his other hand he massages your other tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers. All that attention gives you goose bumps and your panties keep getting soaked.

You push him gently to break the contact, look at each other and kiss him to start undressing him. Norman helps you with quick and somewhat clumsy movements, you kiss his mouth again, bite his chin and move down his neck as your fingers play with his chest hair. Norman bends his head sighing, his fingers caress the red marks on your skin, due to the bra, and kisses the strap line imprinted on your shoulder. He tenses slightly as you pull his pants to the floor and try to kneel in front of him.

"Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?" You look at him confused.

"M-maybe you shouldn't do that... I mean, maybe it's not the most comfortable position..."

"Norman...we both know we've been in 'more uncomfortable positions'" You start to say, watching him redden. "I'm pregnant, it doesn't invalidate, I think I can still suck you off..."

"Yes, but... God, why do you have such a dirty mouth?" he grunts with some desperation, his cock still pulsing inside his pants. "Come." He asks you, preventing you from kneeling on the floor.

He guides you to the bed, where he carefully sits you down and positions himself between your legs, his crotch still hidden by his briefs, in front of your eyes.

"See, this way you're comfortable and I don't feel guilty because I want you to suck me off." He says sincerely and a giggle escapes you at the sight of his red ears.

You settle on the edge of the mattress, kissing his abdomen, following the line of hair that traces your way from his belly button to his underwear. Norman sighs as he feels your lips on top of the fabric, moistening his length.

"Don't play with me, honey..." He warns you with a growl.

You smile and slowly pull down his briefs, his cock rises before you, you hold it rubbing it slowly without taking your eyes off him, before opening your mouth and licking his glans. Norman gasps as he feels you catch him fully in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks sucking harder as your head pumps at a slow pace.

"Oh fuck, I love your dirty mouth, baby." He bites the tip of his tongue, slowly moving his hips against you.

You hum against his length, the vibration of your voice runs all over his cock, seeping pleasure all the way down to his balls, Norman throws his head back letting himself be carried away by the pleasure.

Norman holds your hair and slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, its tip brushing against your wet, reddening lips.

"So precious and perfect." He smiles and you let out a giggle.

He holds you down and lays you on the bed. He finishes undressing you to stand between your legs. You moan and arch as his fingers enter you, touching those perfect spots he always manages to find as his tongue and lips give due attention to your clit. Your eyes roll every time his fingers twist inside you and his tongue doesn't stop stinging your sensitive muscle.

"No-Norman!" you moan his name as you feel your orgasm jolt you rolling your eyes.

Norman doesn't pull away until your legs stop jerking, unconsciously locked against his head, though he doesn't mind, he loves feeling trapped between your thighs, tasting you, soaking in your scent. Slowly he sits up, licking his lips. He settles between your legs, his lips kiss your thighs, your bulging belly, he plays with your breasts until a new moan escapes your mouth, he keeps moving up and kisses you slowly, moving his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds. You wrap your legs around his waist, his belly pressing against yours and tensing over your body.

"Hey... "He stops again and you look at him worriedly. "D-do you think we should...?"

"What are you talking about?" Now you're even confused.

"It's just... What if I hit it?" he mumbles and you open your eyes wide. "What if I hit it unintentionally?"

You can't help it, a violent guffaw escapes your mouth, having to cover yourself with both hands. Norman looks uncomfortable, he sits back on his heels looking at you, frowning.

"Honey, this isn't the first time we've had sex, being pregnant."

"I know! But it was smaller, now it's bigger and maybe..."

"Norman, listen to me..." You ask him. You hold his shoulders making him lie on top of you again. "I love your cock, I really do, and yes it's bigger than average, but trust me, you're not going to hit the baby and cause a concussion." You are unable to say that without laughing. Norman fidgets nervously, still a little hesitant. "Besides, the doctor said sex was good for pregnancy." He looks at you cocking his head..

"When did he say that?"

"Honey, are you going to finish what you started or do I have to do it myself?" you sigh with some impatience. Out of the corner of your eye you see his cock straining against his stomach again.

"I love it when you take control..." He grunts and you take it as an invitation, you lean on his shoulders, but. "No." He stops you by holding your wrists, puts your arms above your head and clasps both your hands with one of his. A new cramp of pleasure runs through you. "Not this time, I have to get some of my pride back." He says, a chuckle escapes you that dies in your throat as he slowly enters you.

"Norman..." You gasp his name closing your eyes, biting your lip.

"Fuck, always so tight and wet for me." He snorts and thrusts harder staying wedged inside you.

A moan escapes from both of your mouths. His hand squeezes tighter on your wrists, you wrap your legs around his waist and he begins to move slowly, your hips accompanying him finding that rhythm that drives you both crazy.

The room immediately fills with moans and gasps, the heat of your bodies intoxicating the atmosphere, the increasingly intense pleasure swirling inside your bodies.

"My God Norman, it feels so good!" you cry out arching your back. He releases your wrists and holds your legs apart, spreading them a little wider, thrusting harder, faster, watching his cock lose itself inside you, again and again. "I'm... I'm going to..." You assure him and your hands cup your breasts, playing with your nipples.

"That's it, honey, play with you, let me see you play with your tits." He asks you in a husky voice.

"N-Norman!" you whimper in frustration because suddenly his thrusts are slower.

"What if I didn't let you cum?" He speaks viciously, never taking his eyes off you.

"I'll kill you." You assure him and he chuckles, pausing momentarily, pulling his cock out. "Norman, I swear to God..."

Your threat comes to nothing as he thrusts hard inside you again, your back arches, a guttural moan comes from you, your eyes roll as your orgasm hits you hard, Norman continues to fuck you, feeling your body shudder, your spasms clenching his cock getting himself to cum, he grunts and huffs through his teeth giving a few last thrusts before stopping completely. He lies carefully on top of you, hands bearing his full weight, his face resting in the hollow of your neck. Your arms go around his shoulders, stroking his hair, you hear him purr and smile.

***********

It's been a couple of weeks since you arrived in Georgia, now the whole cast is there, ready to shoot again. You show up on the set to see all your co-stars, Andy and Melissa are the first to come up to you and give you a hug.

"Congratulations" They say at the same time and you laugh.

"You couldn't hold back." You joke and Norman looks at you apologetically.

"You know I can't hide anything from them." He defends himself, but you shake your head, you know how much Andrew and Melissa mean to him, so you have nothing to say.

"Alright guys, I'm glad you're all okay and we have some surprises." Greg wiggles his eyebrows and everyone congratulates you as you break the news. "As you may have seen we've modified the script a bit to introduce pregnancy into the story, plus we have some new people with us that I'd like you to meet." He keeps talking and one by one he introduces the people who will be joining us this season.

Momentarily you notice Norman tense up next to you. Greg finally introduces a tall woman with beautiful hair and striking eyes, she smiles politely and a little self-consciously, but soon spots Norman and her smile grows wider. Clearly they've known each other before.

"Norman!" She greets him and walks toward him to hug him. Norman blocks, but responds to her gesture nervously.

"H-hello, Liz." He whispers pulling away from her.

You know how to read his body perfectly after so long together. You know he's tense, nervous, whoever this woman is, he wasn't expecting her there. Instinctively you take his hand, squeezing it to encourage him, Norman looks at you thanking you for your hand. He smiles and you notice him relax a little.

"How do you two know each other?" You want to know, he tenses his gesture, and shakes his head.

"It's... We were together a while ago..." He looks at you and you nod, there's nothing special about it, you never thought you'd be Norman's first girlfriend, it was stupid to think that. But there's clearly something else.

"And who are you?" Liz asks you and you open your mouth to answer.

"She's my wife." Norman grabs you around the waist and your heart races. "And we're having a baby."

"Ah... congratulations, I guess." She looks at you in surprise, walking away down the set, leaving you alone.

"I'm sorry..." Norman apologizes. "It was a complicated relationship..."

"It's okay, Norman, you don't have to apologize." You smile kissing him. "We've all had a past and you don't have to explain yourself to me..." .... N-nor lie..."

"Of course I want to tell you, and... Did you say lie? I didn't lie to you."

"To Liz... you said I'm your wife..."

"So what, you don't want to be?" He looks at you worriedly and you laugh with a shrug.

"Way to propose." You scoff and he reddens a little.

"I admit I had it planned differently..."

"You had it planned?"

"A little, maybe..." He rubs the back of his neck, nervous.

You laugh again and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The conversation ends there, none of you press the issue, you focus on the job now that you're all there. The producers tell you how the new season is going to work, your pregnancy is the little that remains as a memory of Shane, the odyssey of the whole group looking for where they can take shelter until they find the prison. Liz's new character.

"Will she be Daryl's girlfriend?" Doubtful questions.

From the last chapters of the first season there was a slight interest from the hunter for your character, nothing exaggerated, but that became more and more evident as Shane was losing his mind, but now it seemed that they wanted to nip that in the bud and involve a third person. It didn't make sense to you.

"Relax, I'm not going to steal him from you." Liz jokes even though her voice doesn't sound kind.

"Liz..."

"Actually she'll be attracted to our good-hearted redneck, we'll be counting on a confused Daryl which I'm sure Norman will play to perfection."

"Sure thing, boss." He nods, fiddling with his script in his hands.

"Unfortunately Liz's character, she won't last long with us..." He looks at the woman apologetically and she laughs.

"We all know how this show works, it's okay, it'll be fun."

"And we'll get back to our little moments between Daryl and our pregnant girl."

Everyone seems to be okay with this, you now understand the situation a little better, but for some reason you're still not comfortable with it. You know you can't get jealous, it's stupid, it's more than obvious that Norman isn't comfortable around Liz, but... she was his girlfriend once upon a time, maybe there's still something between them that maybe....

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" you jump in your own skin when you hear Liz next to you.

"R-right... Is something wrong?"

"I know why Norman chose you..." She starts to speak and you suddenly feel your defenses rise, ready for whatever she has to say. "You're good for him, just look at him. You can tell he cares about you."

You look over at Norman, he's standing back, talking to the rest of your cast mates, but he's got his eye on you, worried about what Liz are talking to you about. You smile.

"Norman has his good and bad things, but he's loyal and he's never going to do anything to really hurt you." You smile Liz giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder. "He's very lucky to have you."

"No...I'm lucky to have him...thank you Liz." You smile gratefully and the woman walks away.

*************

You enter home after a long and hard day at work, neither of you say anything, during the way, Norman has felt you very pensive and that worries him, he has seen Liz talking to you and he doesn't know what she has been able to tell you. Your relationship didn't end badly, but there were some strains that weren't properly ironed out, Norman knows you know he's no saint, but he also doesn't want your head filled with misconceptions and he can't explain himself.

"Are you okay?" he jumps into his skin when he hears you. Your hands caress your belly and you have a tired grimace on your face. You nod and shrug.

"Yeah, I think, I don't know... Are you okay?"

"Tired and surprised, trying to take it all in, I guess." You smile again.

"Hey, if Liz has told you anything that might have upset you..."

"No, she just... wanted to talk to me." You explain. "I think she was worried about you, I guess."

"Worried about me?" a snort escapes him and he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you very slowly, enjoying you. "I've never been better, and it's because I have you..."

"Norman..." You feel your eyes fill with tears, pregnancy is making you more emotional than usual.

"I'm serious, I've been happy, of course, I have a good life, but..." He smiles and touches your cheeks with his thumbs. "When I think about my future, you are in all my ideas and plans... you and our baby." He assures you and his hands move down to your bulging belly.

"You in mine too..." You whisper trying to hold back tears.

"I love you." He assures you and you feel something cold slip on your finger, you look down discovering a beautiful ring with simple details, Norman shows you that he wears on his middle finger, the same model, bigger. "It's a promise, okay? When we finish this season, when we have our baby with us..."

"Yes, Norman... yes, I do." You smile and hug him, kissing him again.

You both melt in an intense embrace, a kiss that lengthens, soft, charged with all the emotions and feelings that invade you.

All the love you both feel.

**********

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What Am I To You?

Different kinds of love: JJBA edition.

Synopsis: How they saw you, did they love you? Did they only liked you as a friend? Did they at least noticed?

Warnings: Heart breakdown, Unrequited feelings, character´s death, spoilers

Jonathan Joestar

The one that held you dearly and loved but not in a romantic way

- Both born from noble families with business involved, both born with a golden spoon on the mouth.

- Jonathan was always the kind and golden star child that everyone knew that was going to have only happiness in his life, you were the crashed little girl with a pompous dress bigger than your body that maybe was going to be a beauty because you were little and for your lineage.

-Then you weren't as beautiful as other expected and Jonathan was what everyone expected.

- He was there for you when the other kids were cruel, he was there for you when your mother didn't show the same care and attention that she showed your sisters, all great beauties, or your father with your brother.

- He was there for you, low and below, in those tender and hard years of childhood.

- Jonathan was bounded to someone, you learned that from a book, for every prince there was a princess, he had a princess somewhere.

- So, with your 6 year old self, you wished him good luck with his love while your love and heart were buried underground by your own tiny hands to spare you a bigger pain in the future, just like the books said: princess were beautiful, gentle and sweet, you were nothing like that description.

- It did help when a certain blond girl appeared, Jonathan was in cloud nine after been with her only for a day, meanwhile you only cleaned the new revolver that you father gifted you the other day.

- And then there were some... strange events that you didn't even have the energy to try to give a proper reason, but in the bat of the eye Jonathan was already married and boarding a cruise to his honeymoon with his loved wife.

"I'm worried about you" he was always so concerned for you, from the moment you got your first gun to the moment you survived all the strange events.

"You are only gone for a few weeks, I will survive" you never told him that you have been recently seen a man, the son of a business partner of your father on Norway, he was decent, he was kind and funny to be with, sometimes kind of strange when he was talking to a wall with that curious red book on his hands.

- You wanted to invite him to your wedding, be the best man of your groom if possible, because he wasn't a social person but you knew that they would get along.

- You were the first one to be there to welcome Erina when she finally arrived to the port, a baby in her arms and another on her womb.

- You promised to Jonathan's empty coffin that you and your husband would help her to overcome all.

Joseph Joestar

The one that was too late to notice

- You didn't have much options to be honest, Joseph was always on the top of the world and he used it to his benefit in some occasions.

- You were born the same year in the same household, both of your grannies best friends, the Joestar household was warm, something interesting to do at any time because 1) Joseph always had this strange never ending energy inside of him and he always put the both of you on trouble, 2) you always had the red magical book of your grandfather, sometimes he would lend it to you or it would appear on your hands from thin air when you wanted it, 3) your big imaginary friend was always there for you doing metal trinkets.

"You are seriously a weird one" Joseph was such a pest sometimes, specially when he caught you with some strange little metallic thing on hands and saying thank you to the nothing.

"Says the guy who uses some kind of weird magic to open a soda"

"Ripple, it's called ripple!" How strange that such a name was on your grandfather's book, with something related to the sun and other things that you didn't understand.

- One thing lead to other, before you noticed you and Joseph were in Italy and you saw the handsomest man that you have ever seen.

"He is hot" it was a mere whisper, but Joseph heard it, he thought that you were talking about him and his new outfit, he did a weird pose in order to still had your attention, but he noticed that your eyes weren't on him.

- You were seeing that Italian bubble guy bastard jerk of Caesar.

"You are a crazy woman with bad taste!" He was so loud, you turned red in a moment, even more when the blond guy looked at the both of you.

- Joseph wasn't aware of his feelings for you, Erina was exasperated by this, "I will never have great-grandkids at this rate", she would feel her blood pressure worsening when she noticed her grandson flirting with other girls when he literally had you at his right reading that red book.

- Joseph didn't take it well.

- When he was finally aware that maybe you were kind of attractive you were seeing another person, it was one of Caesar's friends, before you even noticed you both were on each other hands, hearts and mind.

- If Caesar was a womanizer, this guy was worse, why did you have such a terrible taste on men?

"Caesarino, you...!"

"JoJo, stop doing a fuss, it's normal for mature people to fall in love"

- Caesar smiled at him, showing proudly at you and the other guy in a little trattoria near the port, kissing, Joseph shouted bloody murder the entire way back to the island, Lisa Lisa throw them both to the pit.

"This is all your fault!"

"Promise me that the both of you will take care of each other"

- You were in some kind of honeymoon phase, Joseph was disgusted and didn't even try to hide it, not even the disgusted expression on his face everytime that he saw the young man that was constantly trying to make you fall deeper on his hold.

"I don't like that guy"

"Joseph, the one that needs to like him is me"

- He would accept it, you were sure, he just needed some time.

"Don't worry, I assure you that JoJo will be fine, idiots don't die easily"

"Caesar, you...!"

- It broke your heart when Joseph appeared later with that singular headband on hand.

-Joseph was there for you when you started to cry due to your broken heart.

-Then you also lost Joseph, who was always there for you from the very first moment of your life.

- Your grandparents, granny Erina, Smokey, Messina and Lisa Lisa were there for you when you were alone, heart broken and pregnant, with a child whose father was simply missing.

- And then Joseph appeared out of nowhere, shouting at Suzi, his wife, and then at you.

"How come that you are pregnant?!"

"How come that you didn't contact anyone?, more importantly, how come I wasn't a maid of honor?!"

- Joseph helped you with your kid, and he also helped when your first grandchild started to use that same strange Hamon thing that he and Caesar did, could it be associated to the fact that your child married someone of the Zeppeli family?

- He was so confident that your son, from another marriage, would marry Holy when they were older.

- He shouted bloody murder when Holy appeared with her japanese boyfriend, a ring on her finger, while your son with his own special other gave the news that they were expecting a baby.

- Your grandma once told you that Joseph would pay some kind of karma in the future and Granny Erina nodded besides her in agreement while drinking angrily her tea.

- He helped to raise your kids and all your grandchildren.

"Granny Erina once told me that your Grandma helped us a lot, it's no problem"

- He was there for your grandchildren, maybe because his own was too far away back in Japan, spoiling your grandkids rotten instead.

- And, years later, when he and Suzi had a trip to Egypt, Avdol was introduced in your life.

"I can see that you have a great spirit Madame" not knowing of what was he talking about you only nodded, before seeing some kind of fire dinosaur man standing behind the young man.

- Joseph didn't understand shit.

- And then he did when out of nowhere he got one and could finally see your so famous 'imaginary friend', your monster looking imaginary friend with all it's twisted fangs and metallic like skin glory.

"OH MY GOOOOD-" anyway, he stopped calling you crazy altogether.

- Then, without many notice he took one of your grandkids and got to Japan, when you finally noticed what was happening you were already with Suzi and Holy waiting for them, you almost killed him again when you saw your grandkid with so many healing scars and other open wounds, possibly a psychological trauma!

- Years passed, and before you knew you were already in your moment.

- Joseph was there for you, that brat that put you in so many troubles that almost got you killed, he was there since your first moment when your grannies put the two together in the same crib and now he was there for you, holding your hand firmly when you left the world of the living.

- Even without you there, Joseph was still looking after your family.

- He was so sure that you would have loved Josuke and Shizuka, but you would also try to kill him again because of him being involved in an affair.

"You know? You look so much like your grandparent, it's cute" he acted senile in front of the youngest of your grandkids and they always bought his act, or maybe he wasn't acting?

- Sometimes he could be day dreaming about your youngest grandkid getting married to his son Josuke.

Jotaro Kujo

The one that choose to try for a normal life over you but failed

- You only knew that grandpa Joseph had a grandson.

"He must be around your age" he would say while helping you with your Hamon, you were nowhere near him or his ability, but a little ripple was better than nothing.

- Meeting Jotaro, such a guy with an aura that screamed cool to even you would recognize at the second, was life changing.

- Seeing his Stand almost made you faint.

- When you were a kid only your grandma believed you when you told her about the strange ghost that was near you, after meeting Avdol you understood that said ghost was a part of you.

- Jotaro was so strong in more than one way.

- Even when everything was in the worst state possible Jotaro would be the MVP of you all, he almost didn't make it many times, but he was proudly standing at the end of the day.

"Now I can say that I know you since we were kids" both of you and Polnaref were kids a few minutes ago due to another Stand user, Jotaro only said his usual line before leaving you alone.

- Jotaro was always so cool that you almost forgot that he was human, someone that had flaws, you saw him as someone perfect.

- But no one was perfect, you weren't perfect, you were late and you were weak, and who were dear to you were already gone when you only caught your breath.

- The nightmare that Dio was in your book felt short to the real deal.

- You returned home, wounded physically and emotionally, but to the warm arms of your family were there for you.

- You and Jotaro were closed to others most of the time after that, but it could be said that you were closed together.

- Grandpa Joseph was happy when you told him that you liked Jotaro.

- You tried to make him fall in love with you, it worked, just to some extent, sometimes the both of you would go out on dates, or you felt them as dates, you would talk and laugh, he would listen to you and smile in rare occasions.

- Two Stand users in the same place always lead to trouble, not even once your dates were spared by others, Jotaro was still strong, he was invincible.

- He looked troubled when you used your stand, so you stopped using it.

- Then Jotaro got his things and got himself on college, he was in his own world while you always tried to be in contact.

- Jotaro told you that he wasn't ready to be in a relationship yet, so he left you in the nothing, trying to ask him what you did wrong, what you could do to improve, but he didn't say another word to you for almost a year.

- What you got after that year of radio silence was the news that he was already with another girl, they were getting married and she was already pregnant.

- The picture that you had of the perfect Jotaro of your teenage years was crushed to pieces.

- You didn't attend his wedding, only a few people were invited and you weren't among them, you tried to put distance.

- Your little sibling wasn't aware of that and was still attached to the idea of the perfect Jotaro that you put in their mind, about how incredible the Joestar family was, they didn't know a thing so you couldn't be angry at them.

- Surprisingly Jotaro was good to them, but you were worried that he spent more time with your sibling than with his own new family.

- You needed to interrupt in Morioh when Grandpa Joseph called you, already a police officer, to help his grandson and son, it was still complicated, to caught a serial killer.

- It was so silent when the both of you were on the same room alone.

"It's good to see you" he was the first one to talk, quite the shock to be honest.

"I guess" it was so strange to talk to him again.

- it wasn't so bad at the end of the day, Josuke was a great and sweet boy, you were trying to adapt to the little town, before you knew it a position in the police department of Morioh was open to you.

- You decided to stay there.

- Jotaro looked at you as if you grew another head when you told him that you weren't returning with them, chosing to stay in Morioh and live there.

- There were good and strange things, worthy enough to be around a little longer.

"Why are you shoplifting if you are a recognized mangaka?"

"Because the experience is what I need!"

- There was interesting and crazy people around that you liked and wanted to know better.

"Are you sure that you want to stay here?" In the past those eyes made you weak on the legs, now they made you the strongest to stand by yourself.

"I'm sure" Jotaro didn't say anything back, he just smiled before saying his usual line.

- It was the first time in years that the both of you smiled at each other.

- It wasn't fair, but when your son was old enough Jotaro re appeared yet again at the door of your house, saying that it was better if he trained your kid with his Stand, you wanted to ask him what in hell he was doing in Morioh when his daughter just got out of the correctional.

- It wasn't fair, but neither you or Rohan could do something with your kid's Stand, so Jotaro took Rei with him to the Speed Wagon Foundation.

- You didn't knew many things from him since then, only your son returning home from time to time and telling you that Jotaro said "hi".

Josuke Higashikata

The one that didn't notice before it was shoved right at his face

- You arrived to Morioh with your backpack full to the brim, your red book on hand and a first aid kit on the other.

- Jotaro looked at you before saying his usual phrase, you packed everything that you could get your hands on, like you were going to the war, and maybe you were, that being one of the reasons that Jotaro didn't liked the idea of bringing you with him.

"Don't you worry, Mister Jotaro, I'm ready"

- You read about every adventure of the Joestar family in your red book, which everyone knew at that point that was a Stand, such heroic acts that filled your mind as a child, dreaming for the day that you would live the same some day.

- Learning that there was no Joestar of your age that would give you adventures like your grandparent and elder sibling almost killed you when you were a kid, but out of nothing, and some sensible topic that the adults didn't let you heard, now there was one.

- A boy of your age, being tall as far as you knew was obviously a trait of the Joestar family.

- When you met Josuke you expected some kind of incredible explosion on the background, but there he was, after Jotaro said that it was okay to finally meet each other, trying to accommodate his strange hair style before saying hello.

"Good afternoon, my name is Higashikata Josuke, it's a pleasure"

- By the way that he said it you thought that his first name was Higashikata and Josuke his last name.

- The cultural shock is real.

- Josuke was way too normal for a Joestar, every move from him made you consult your book to see if this was something that a Joestar could do or like.

- Another point of importance, at least for you, was the fact that Josuke apparently wasn't aware of what having Joestar's blood on his veins meant at all.

"That water is muddy, you don't know what is in there!" He tried to stop you, but you simply got along and followed Mister Jotaro by the muddy path without thinking twice, Josuke was on the verge of a mental break down.

- You almost knocked Crazy Diamond out with your Stand when Josuke said, jokingly, that he didn't believe what your red book said because it talked about vampires.

- Okuyasu would talk constantly about you and Josuke, not exactly to put you in an embarrassing position but being near to Koichi and with his girlfriend possibly around every corner in the street made you sweat quite a lot.

"I feel killing intentions near me..."

"Oh, I will bring Josuke right away!"

- Things got pretty weird before you even noticed, and you finally got your so awaited adventure, it was funny (not really), you were always on edge and finally the first lost almost got all your breath away.

- Jotaro was there to say some good things to you, or at least he tried.

- It was ironic that Josuke and his "normal" self were the ones that could give some kind of tranquility at the moment.

- Josuke was a good boy, he didn't deserve nothing of this, but yet again, he had the Joestar family blood on him and you started to see that as some kind of bad thing.

- You were able to finally be put on the red book when everything ended, the names of your friends were there, also the people that you lost, it wasn't good, it wasn't bad, but it was what it was and you couldn't change it.

"You know, Josuke should take you to eat something good one of these days before we go back home"

"Shut up, you old man!"

- And then you had that problem.

"I swear, back in my days a true man would take the person they liked to at least drink a tea or to the cinema, Josuke, being young isn't eternal, before you know it they are going to be married off to someone else!"

"Like I said, shut up!"

"I want to see my grandkids at least before I die!"

- Apparently Grandpa Joseph finally lost his last sanity, and there was also...

"What? Your older sibling and Rohan?!"

"Don't tell Grandpa Joseph, he is going to have a stroke, he still wants to be matchmaker and get them married to Mister Jotaro even when he is already married"

"Jotaro-san is married?!"

"Yeah, with a little kid" You broke Josuke that day.

- At the end, you returned home with Grandpa Joseph, Mister Jotaro and baby Shizuka.

- No one knew that Josuke talked to you in private before returning.

"I know this place" he started to say while you were reading the red book on your hands, your gaze drifted to him, his ears tinted pink, he was looking everywhere except you with a hand on his neck like it wasn't a big deal, "It's a good one, it's Italian food, the real deal... I think?" he was already saying any word that passed his mind at that point, "You are part Italian, right? I've never eaten that before back there but I can say that the restaurant is good, but if you don't like it then-"

"I would love to" you weren't looking at him, glued to your book, but he smiled anyway.

- Josuke carried your survival backpack all the way.

- He didn't tell you that your eyes would be drained of any tears when you got a gulp of water.

- Both of you still had many adventures ahead.

Giorno Giovanna

For him, you are the love that got away

- You were muscle, you were no brain, you would punch him in the face.

- You didn't even knew that Giorno was a Joestar, you ended up on Italy after reading your red book, seeing different places that were depicted on those pages.

- It could be said that Giorno found you that day, when he was in the streets with some kind of strange lighter in hand.

- One thing lead to another, Giorno saw that you had a good Stand, he added you to his side because you would be of use at some point, you needed the money that he got to extend your trip.

- No one was warm to you or Giorno, at least you weren't associated with them so they didn't do shit to you, maybe it was related to the fact that your Stand almost killed someone that tried to grab your body in the streets, Golden Experience was also at the call but your stand was faster.

- Giorno was feeling funny when he saw the man imploring mercy already on the floor and you with your angry face that didn't even change.

- Narancia was the only one that didn't realize that Giorno was quite literally blooming flowers around him when you were beating the shit out of someone, it was quite the contrast to see Giorno there with so many flowers and then be colored by the blood of your victims.

- But Giorno decided that it wasn't the moment, everything had a time, so when the time comes he would ask you out directly.

- You were merciless, so when you put two plus two you were nothing but direct.

"One day I will meet someone, we will live incredible adventures"

"That sounds promising" He wasn't sure if you were referring to some kind of destined pair, because you didn't look as someone that believed in those old stories, so he just thought that you believed in some kind of love, he could be that person with a little more of work.

- You thought that he and Mista had something when you and Narancia saw them in quite a loud intercourse.

- Mista denied it to death when you asked, Giorno flushed and looked at you like a lady being questioned by her lover.

"Were you mad?" He was doing a pose that had his hand covering his mouth and his pink cheeks, looking at you like he was expecting something.

"I'm getting mad right now because you are so cringe!" And the expectations in his eyes dried.

- Most of the guys were at the limit with Giorno trying to be suave around you, Bruno believed that it was cute being so young again but with the things that Giorno was already involved he knew that this wouldn't last.

- He was right.

- You finally got something, your book finally showed you information that would help.

- At some point you crossed paths with someone that was noted as "Trish's father, DopiolovaiD, passed by your side" it was strange, but it was something, it was important!

- Before you noticed someone was behind your back, but you could see Narancia's stand near, you put your red book on it and it flew away.

- You were muscle, you were strong, they needed time, you would give them so much time as far as you could.

- The book arrived safely, but it didn't last long.

- You died that day, the red book gone from Giorno's hands and turning to ashes, that was the moment that Giorno knew that you were most likely dead already and he couldn't do anything to stop it or reverse it.

- From then on, Giorno got what he wanted but also lost too much, he did everything he could, he contacted your family and gave the news.

- Giorno loved you dearly, he still does, it pains him greatly, his heart got broken and his clothes reflected his mourning, because he now was on the top, he couldn't let his enemies see that he was still an "emotional kid" that couldn't let go of the dead.

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justageneralsimpindeed · 2 years ago

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Choke me as if you hate me:Chapter 2

Cw: Hisoka imaginary smut, switch Hisoka, mommy kink, more PTSD, mentions of rape and incest, mental illness such as possible schizophrenia depression or BPD.

Fresh sprinkles of morning drizzle trickled down your face. It wasn't hefty but it was surely not going to stay like that for long, remembering your fortune. You debated on whether or not you should plummet back into your siesta or get up and evade the oncoming meteors of H2O. Abuela had made sure to bore into your head that the hunter exams were no mockery the morning you set off on your journey, the morning before and the morning before that and so on. But her voice was drowned out.

YOU ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING YOU.

WHY?

Shudders scurried up your spine as you wish to open your eyes but you can't. At that moment, you were a child abiding by the unconscious regulations when it comes to lights out:If you can't see it, it can't see you. Your skin crawled as a clawed digit traced its way from your cheek to underneath your jaw. You were scared but confirmed something as another talon on its other hand trailed your thigh and a hard object grew at the back of your head.

"This creature is so true I can already savour the reality I'm beating his ass"

With the split of your lids, you cared not who you touched or what touched you, your balled fist granulated its jaw, the bone seemingly softening from your bitterness. A boisterous but timely grunt was listened to, and before you could actually understand what came about, Hisoka was on the floor one arm keeping him up and the other holding his jaw.

He's glaring so intently at you, you're convinced it's hostility.

It's not.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 《》˚₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥

Subsequently noticing that you had 'uppercut from hell' Hisoka in the face and busted his lip, Gittarakur explained how you dozed off while playing cards with Hisoka and Hisoka the kind soul that he is let you use his lap as a cushion. You noted how he had never made eye contact the entire moment with you but instead with Hisoka. His mood indicated nausea you would never know about but it didn't matter because AFTER SO LONG YOU FINALLY HAVE REACHED YOUR DESTINATION.

Hisoka snatched you back as you were ready to dive into the ocean and paddle your way to shore if the boat didn't hurry up. How did he run into someone like you, such a kind, pure and yet opposingly chaotic girl. His bulge was now straining and stifling itself against his pants. After you had punched him, he capsized into an orgasm and your abrupt hurried, determined nature only spurred him on for a second time. You truly were remarkable to him. It was clear Gittarakur didn't pay much mind to you, but he knew for a fact you were too dumb to realise Hisoka's behaviour.

His hand fastened around your wrist the minute you were in distance to be tossed over. He had very much battled the seduction of just hurling you in the ocean but he didn't truly want that. He never did if he were to think. Your aura is the only reason why both of these men are known to you. Hisoka wanted to break you but it seems he'd rather hunger for you now. But, Gittarakur is much more sophisticated. He finds your upbeat and partially happy character bothersome. However, he comes to realise how quickly you altered Hisoka, yes he still has a high libido, but he wants to sleep with you and it's continued to the degree that Gittarakur wonders if he wants to fuck an infant into you and finalize.

The impression fends off Gittarakur. He won't allow you to do the same thing you did to Hisoka. He won't perish to your spell. He won't fall for you. He won't become weak.

Your ass is certainly blackened as Gittarakur did not lack distance or height and he must have heaved you 10 feet both ways. You struggle to stand as the rest of the passengers onboard make their way off, some occasionally hurrying to the side for one last visual declaration of how bad their ride was."Too bad they can't 1 star on yelp"You thought rubbing your coccyx, Hisoka scrambling to your side.

"Did it hurt that bad?"Hisoka rushed breathless."Nah, Abuela does worse."You reply throwing him the heart-melting smile that he gets so hard at. His erection will eradicate him if this persists. Gittarakur noticing this jerks you away from him and grumbles "Go sort yourself out" before he drags you god knows how far. Hisoka takes this as an opportunity to kiss your hand adieu for now before Gittarakur drags you away from him. The rosiness of your face, once he did that, has him scampering into the closest bistro restroom, into the closest booth already with his pants down, pumping away at his cock.

You leave with Gittarakur confused as hell and Gittarakur as attentive as he is, says "Hisoka needed some time alone, he felt a little queasy but was more worried about you."You wanted to blush and think it was cute but you can pick up on bullshit every so often, even though you are naive as fuck.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hisoka's alone time ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Nobody was there; not because there was no one there, to begin with, but the fact Hisoka didn't wait to enter the stall before he had slid his pants down enough for his suffering cock to be revealed. It was lengthy and thick, his nearly blushing tip dripping misty-coloured drops of precum. His long, but thick finger smothered his hard-on before running to the base and back again. A loud, anguished and oddly high-pitched whimper left his pale lips as his efforts of self-relief evolve more untamed and hostile. He yearns for you here, not with Gittarakur, not with that assassin. His hips thrust into his hand as he cums. But it isn't satisfactory. You bent over underneath him, hands thrashing all over his back as your grasp diminishes with every thrust of his hips and yet you plead for more. His hand reaches to your ass, raising you and shoving you against the stall door. Your face is mutilated in pleasure. Your flawless skin is burned scarlet, your huge, gorgeous eyes are tearful and crossed over, and your mouth is agape with your lips swollen from the bruising kisses from earlier on he so wished to deliver you. His other hand extends to your swelled and delicate breast, clamping down on it harsh before tracing the perk nipple with the pointed nail of his thumb. His thrusts pick up as your wet, velvety walls clamp around him, every part of you stuck in between trembling and bouncing. He wants to kiss you but can't.

A hand knits its fingers into his fuchsia hair, heaving him back away from you. He doesn't need to look at who it is, the strength of your punch from earlier makes the abrupt tug familiar. His fingers run to the hem of his pants, disposing of them until required, before attending to Hisoka's rim. He consumes no time slipping his fingers into his ass and moaning out your name while he jerks off. However, too delusional to think he's sandwiched between a sub-you and a dom-you; the sub-you is begging for him, clenching around him so much his cock he feels like he almost can't cum, dom-you is grabbing at his hair humiliating him, using your saliva as lube in the midst of rearranging him.

His hips are pulled back to meet your silicon cock and yet he is pulled towards the stall door by your powerful thighs. Tears have fallen, the neediness, the overstimulation, he has issues he acknowledges it; he's been like this for over ten years and you are halfway through deteriorating it away, in less than 2 days. His hip stutters as he empties his cum into your womb and yet the other you behind him won't let him go before he comes entirely because of your silicon cock.

"You like that, big boy? You like mommy's cock doing you from the inside and turning you into an unfortunate slut? Come on tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me how you can't survive without mommy's cock,"

An additional string of sobs is ripped from his throat as he succumbs to a new level of pleasure, the pleasure of being dominated.

" Please mommy, I need you! more, please!" he cries as his dick (now turning sore) goes erect again, he moves the hand now sticky from his hot, thick cum to act as a much bigger dildo you have in his ass.

He's at your mercy. But this is his doing.

He is the one to blame.

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You and Gittarakur continue to hike to wherever your meant to go but only he knows because he wasn't flung off the ship before he was notified. Your legs start charring, but you don't want to complain it never stopped you from making an excuse to stop." Gittarakur, what happens if Hisoka can't locate us?" you ask, trying not to show the weariness and overall giveaway your primary intention. Gittarakur doesn't stop he just goes on with casual spasms, holding up a walkie-talkie. But if anything he's sped up and he doesn't hesitate to hide it.

"I'm a calm person...BUT FOR DUCK's SAKE!" you think.

You recognize Gittarakur isn't all that fond of you, in fact, he probably doesn't even recall your name or that you exist. You know he's trying to lose you but because he flung you off the ship you know zero about your destination, he is the only one other than Hisoka that you know but Hisoka of someplace being 'sick' and you can't afford to tell Abuela that you didn't even make it to the hunter exams because you were lost.

Your limbs burn as you pick up the speed and all he does is do the same. You start uttering profanity under your breath, not recognizing that this is somewhat turning into an amusing game for Gittarakur. There are no people in the area other than you and Gittarakur, so he takes the opportunity to run at a pace you can watch him but can't take hold of him.

"Gittarakur why are your running?!"

But it's too late Gittarakur is already down a near alley onto another street and has disappeared off the face of the planet.

You now are alone in the alley and nightfall is coming quick. You don't understand where to go even if you did you would get misplaced. Your island is much smaller than this, so much the population isn't even 100. But you still remembered what happened after it was dark when everyone was sleeping. When you were all alone nobody remembered you. You plummet to your feet, your knees pushed up against your chest, despite the familiarity of the position . You don't want to remember what he did to you, how he touched you, how split you open; that's what you called it at the time.

It's not his fault though,right?

Do you not remember how he hurt us?

I know but daddy was just lonely.

If mama hadn't left he wouldn't use us.

WHO DO YOU THINK DROVE HER AWAY?

The sound of a nearby can being dropped and rolling your way frightened you, frightened you more than it should. Your life has been a black-and-white movie with the dialogue being almost completely drowned out by static and the voices. What you went through is traumatic, but you wonder why the voices are here. You hear them complain and bicker amongst themselves your own voice is completely drowned out even though it's your body. They bicker so often you don't even know what they bitch about anymore. They most complained about whose fault the incident is, yours, mama, daddy's, everybody you know, but they bitch tirelessly that for one you don't even completely remember what happened and two you still don't understand what happened with the little you remember. The whole fucking village knows about you, the daughter of the now banished butcher, who lost her innocence before three. They never educated you in school about sex because of what happened, they still probably wouldn't because you are the only one in the village who is younger than 47.

"How ya doin', dollface~"

Your eyes are large and exhausted, sparkling as you look up to see men.

Men who had the same look in their eyes as papa.

#hxh #illumi #illumi smut #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck #hxh illumi #hxh hisoka #hisoka x reader #hisoka smut #illumi x you #illumi x y/n

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lilimiyu · 3 years ago

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Let's Spar and Pretend We're Not in Love | Xiao/Aether

Summary: Xiao and Aether tease each other.

Characters: Xiao (Alatus) | Aether

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, Cuteness, Aether being a lil shit but so is Xiao

Word count:

A/N: idk what this is tbh

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"Xiao!"

The adeptus who had been watching closely from atop a nearby boulder, let out an amused breath from his nostrils. He bit the inside of his cheek as the traveler struggled, tangled in a bush. The little fairy next to him wasn't doing much to help, floating about him like a bee and yelping unhelpful directions.

Xiao was more than amused. He was the one who pushed the boy into the bush, after all.

"XIAO!"

"Stop moving, idiot!"

"Maybe if you listened to the fairy." Xiao brushed the imaginary dust off his spear.

"PLEASE!"

Xiao merely blinked at Aether lazily, watching as he sank further into the thick of the bushes, his face disappearing entirely.

"Traveler, no!" came the fairy's dramatic cry.

Xiao sighed exaggeratedly. "Fine, I will show mercy." He dismissed his spear, and straightened to his feet. The fairy floated out of his way as he approached the bush, and smirked at the blond traveler who blinked up at him with large eyes.

"O mighty Vigilant Yaksha. Spare... Me..." Aether stretched out an arm before going limp, closing his eyes. Xiao had never seen such dramatics, but the traveler seemingly always had some kind of surprise for him.

With a roll of his eyes, Xiao hooked a finger into the front of Aether's armor, and yanked, pulling him upright.

"Whoa!" Aether's arms flew out to grasp at Xiao's shoulders as he faced the adeptus, a dopey smile on his lips. Hot breaths of exertion fanned across Xiao's face. He tried to ignore how the traveler's eyes zeroed in on Xiao's lips. "Hi."

"Hm." Xiao laxed his grip and the traveler dropped back onto the ground with a thud.

"Aether!"

This time, Xiao really had to bite back a laugh. Actual pity rose in his chest as the traveler frowned up at him, dried leaves scattered all over his hair, and the deadly glare pointing Xiao's way could not be any less threatening.

"Alright," he relented, "no more tricks."

He extended a hand, and before he realised his mistake, Aether was already grinning mischievously, grabbing the extended arm and yanking -

Only to be absolutely shocked at Xiao's lack of reaction. He had stood his ground, unaffected by the weight pulling on his wrist, blinking slowly- and most annoyingly, thought Aether.

"...Are you made of rocks?"

"I didn't even see him move!" Paimon quipped.

Xiao resisted the urge to roll his eyes once more.

"That's the Vigilant Yaksha for you, I guess," sighed Aether, finally being pulled to his feet and standing straight, straightening his clothes.

"Yaksha or not, your pull was weak."

A pause. Paimon sighed. "Here we go."

Mischief glinted across the gold in the traveler's eyes, and he summoned his sword. "Is that a challenge?"

Xiao merely raised an eyebrow. "You wish to prove your strength?"

"Only if you're willing to lose."

"I never lose." Xiao kicked his spear into the air and grabbed it, twisting it with style before stabbing the ground, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm gonna see what Xiangling is up to," Paimon sighed, floating away. The traveler didn't pay her a single second of his attention, eyes fixated on the adeptus, grinning madly. "I'll be back with snacks. Don't die." She shot a look at the traveler.

Xiao scoffed. "I don't kill mortals."

"Yawn. Let's start already."

Without so much as a warning, the traveler lunged forward. His movements were heavier on the feet, and Xiao took advantage of that fact and leaped, landing a relatively soft kick to the traveler's shoulder before hitting the ground gracefully.

"Hah!" The pointed end of a sword stabbed at the air near Xiao's ear, and he spun, taking advantage of the traveler's hastiness once more and flipping over his head - but not before pushing at his shoulder and landing him in yet another bush.

This time, Aether recovered quickly, springing to his feet and grabbing his sword with both hands.

Xiao chuckled and waited for the traveler to lunge at him once more before kicking at his right wrist, hooking his leg into Aether's elbow and twisting his hip. The traveler landed on his back with a thud, sword still held in his hands, pointing skywards.

"Fuck - "

The sharpened end of Xiao's spearhead missed the traveler's ear by a couple inches as he rolled away, grabbing at Xiao's boot.

Caught by surprise, the Yaksha flicked his trapped foot, lifting off the ground - a mistake, because Aether had grabbed at the other foot. Xiao slipped, and the ground, dried thoroughly by the scorching summer sun, scraped at the exposed skin of his back. He was sure to suffer a great many scratches on his back.

With a growl, he kicked both his feet into Aether's chest, successfully ripping the blond off of him, and pouncing immediately over his body before it could even hit the ground, feeling the puff of air that escaped his lungs from the impact on his own face.

From a high angle, Xiao could tell that the traveler was ready to give up, a grin already etched across his face. Xiao drew his knees upward, straddling Aether's chest, and pressed the pole of his spear against his throat. He increased the pressure slowly, giving the traveler enough time to suck in his oxygen without completely giving up the advantage of his position. Aether glared, as much as he could from his position, at Xiao, then closed his eyes as the pressure on his throat increased.

Xiao leaned in, feeling the rise and fall of the other's chest against his stomach. "放弃了吗？Giving up?"

Slowly, the traveler opened his eyes. He groaned. "You've gotta teach me those moves some time. Also, I have no idea what you just said."

"Sounds like you answered my question, anyway." He removed the weapon from his throat, sitting back and gloating, his ever-so-irritable smile - as Mountain Shaper had so elegantly put it once, a long while ago in a similar sparring session - and crossed his arms.

Aether placed his hands on his thighs then, humming. Xiao pretended that the gesture did not affect him, sniffing with faked nonchalance.

The traveler had lately started to put his hands on Xiao, caressing parts of his body that felt like it was on fire every time he did so. At first, Xiao did mind; He was not a fan of unnecessary skin-ship. But Aether did it so naturally it didn't even feel like it was supposed to make Xiao uncomfortable. Eventually, he even learned to enjoy it, even opting to return the favour every once in a while.

"How are you so skinny and yet you overpower me every time?" The traveler sighed, dragging his nails over his thighs and forcing a shiver out of the adeptus.

Xiao scoffed. slapping at his hand half-heartedly. "I might be lithe, but you forget that I ride the wind. You are, for some reason, heavy on your foot, and predictable in your actions. Always charging ahead like an ox. Some patience could do you some good."

Aether hummed, dragging his hands higher, slowing just below Xiao's hips.

"My sister used to cover my ass."

Xiao paused.

"She was lighter, you see, and quicker on her feet. I defended, and she attacked. We were a good team."

Xiao tilted his head, drinking in this newfound information. Aether rarely spoke of his twin, while Xiao rarely spoke of... anything, and now he felt uncomfortable. He could deal with his own festering thoughts, but not with others', although he did admit that he gave decent advice sometimes. Well, better than what Cloud Retainer would cough up, anyway.

"Much like you and I." Aether smirked, and the awkward moment was gone.

Xiao scoffed again, loudly this time. "I work alone."

Aether rolled his eyes, gripping at Xiao's waist. "I was flirting, in case you hadn't noticed, sir."

Xiao chose to stay silent for a moment longer before deciding that he probably needed to get off Aether.

"Where are you going?" Aether frowned and tightened his grip.

"Away from you. So you can breathe."

"I'm breathing just fine."

"I still need to get off you eventually."

He shifted under Xiao's weight, seemingly a little too comfortable. "Teach me how to fight like you."

"I can't do that. Our styles are far too different."

"Secretive. Selfish."

"More like strategic."

"Just teach me."

Xiao sighed. "What's in it for me?"

Aether smirked, reaching up to touch the Xiao's hair. "My respect and adoration."

"Aren't you already giving me all of that?" He smacked at the nosy hand, but it stayed.

"Almond tofu."

"One can only have so much sweet tofu before they get tired of it."

Aether slid his hands higher up the adeptus' body, up his sides and over his ribs, stopping right under his pecs. "My sweet lips, then."

Xiao shook his head. "Why must you always be so flirtatious?"

"Because you're lovely."

"I had my spear against your throat five minutes ago."

"Yeah," Aether sighed, dragging his upper body away from the ground underneath, and approaching Xiao's face.

"I have you pinned under me."

"Oh, yeah." The blond's eyes were half closed now, inching closer.

"I also see that Paimon is coming."

"Mm, yeah. Paimon's - Wh - Huh?"

Xiao laughed then, watching Aether look frantically around through the slits of his eyes - obscured slightly by his cheeks as he slumped his body forward, clutching at Aether's wrists.

"You - !"

"She's probably only just reached Wanmin, Aether, but - your - your face!"

"Not funny. We were having a moment."

Xiao pressed the back of his hand against his mouth. "It was a terrible moment."

"Oi!"

"Ah-" Xiao's smile dropped. "Oi?"

The traveler only leaned closer. "Oi, oi."

Xiao grabbed at the traveler's chin, and pulled him forward. "No respect."

Aether only smirked. "Oh no, what are you going to do about it?"

Xiao leaned forward to take the flesh of Aether's cheek between his teeth, biting hard into the skin.

"Euwhhh!" A weak hand slapped at Xiao's shoulder.

He leaned back to inspect Aether's cheek, now an angry red. Xiao grinned and leaned in to bite the pout off his mouth next.

"Nn!"

"Serves you right," Xiao whispered against Aether's mouth, licking the red spot on his bottom lip.

And if the red-faced, wide-eyed face of Aether's was reaction enough, then Xiao was thoroughly satisfied.

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years ago

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The Night We Met [Aaron Hotchner]

Till Forever Falls Apart [Part 2]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garica, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Jack Hotchner, Lila (OC), Charlie (OC), Calliope (OC), Thea (OC), (Some more OCs that don't talk lol)

Summary: After 3 years apart you and Aaron find yourself in the same city again and search for your happy ending

Warnings: None :)

A/N: Day 4 of Hotch App Week already??? This is crazy!! And so for a special treat for today’s prompt [Hotch & Jack] and Jack’s Jeudi here’s the long awaited second part to one of my favourites :)

The Night We Met | Lord Huron - @hotchappreciationweek

Part 1

Aaron walked into work that day in a more chipper mood than the team had ever seen him. The coffee tasted better, his pens weren't running out of ink, the copier wasn't jammed, and best of all he saw you. For the first time in three years, Aaron had the chance to see the one person he thought would only live in his mind as a perfect fleeting memory, but now you were here, in Virginia, and as if the universe wished it, he ran into you.

"Sir," Penelope grinned as he walked by, saying good morning to everyone on the team. "Something's got you in a good mood today."

"I just ran into an old friend," he explained and Penelope tilted her head.

"Old friend, huh?"

Aaron gave her a look as if to say you know who I'm talking about Penelope, keep quiet. And the minute she registered the look, her eyes went wide and she almost started to freak out.

"She's here?!" she mouthed and pointed down at the ground, but meant to reference Virginia.

Aaron nodded but pressed a finger to his lips and Penelope nodded in understanding, zipping her lips and throwing away the imaginary key.

Penelope was the only person in the entire office that Aaron had told more in-depth about his summer trip to western Canada and in his defence, the information was a form of payment for another kind of information.

Two and a half years ago...

"Garcia, can you look this case up for me? And this officer?"

"Sir, this is an RCMP case," Penelope noted immediately. "I can do it, but why do you need it?" she asked.

Recently there had been a high-profile drug bust in Toronto and Aaron had read an article about it. Coming across your name, he became curious and wanted to check and see if you were one of the officers injured in the line of duty. He knew it shouldn't have mattered, you weren't a part of his life anymore, but he desperately wished you were and this was the only way he'd be hanging on by a thread.

"I know the officer," he explained.

Perhaps it was his tone or the inflection of his voice, but Penelope zeroed in on him.

"You know her?"

"Yes," he said slowly.

"Oh my God, you know her! Did you meet on your trip?!"

"Penelope shhh!" he hushed, shutting the door to her office behind him. He knew that look, she wanted something. "Penelope," his voice was wary. "What do you want?"

"Details," she grinned simply. "And I can get you all the information you need and more."

He debated his other options, but he had already tried his own line of research which was why he was there.

"Not a word of this is to be said to anyone," he said firmly and Penelope just looked at him with a beaming smile, ready for her story.

. . .

Penelope had too many questions so she followed Aaron into his office and shut the door behind her along with the blinds in case of lip readers, aka Spencer.

"Sir, she's actually here? In Virginia?"

Aaron chuckled a little, he was in a similar amount of shock when he first saw you.

"She is," he nodded.

"Do you know why? When did she get here? Oh my goodness you're going to rekindle your love for each other and start over," she cooed, holding her hands over her heart and Aaron shook his head.

"We didn't get too much of a chance to talk because I was almost late for work," he explained. "But she's going to come over for dinner tonight and we'll catch up then."

"Do you think we could meet her?" Penelope asked.

"I-I'm not sure," he told her truthfully. "Garcia, the rest of the team doesn't even know she exists and I'm not even sure how long she's here for."

"Well, if the opportunity presents itself," she shrugged innocently, but Aaron knew it was far from that.

"I'll keep it in mind Penelope," he nodded. "But I think it may be more important for me to let Jack know first."

"Does he remember her?" she asked.

"Vividly," he nodded. "She left quite a mark on him. He misses her a lot."

"And you do too," Penelope said softly.

Aaron looked up at her and she just smiled.

"I may not be a profiler, but I notice things too," she said. "You have a picture of her tucked in your wallet, and you carry her mom's wedding ring with you everywhere."

Aaron dug into his suit pocket and pulled out the ring he had since attached to a chain so it wouldn't get lost. Sometimes when he wasn't at work he would wear it around his neck, tucked under his shirt, but just knowing it was there was a comfort.

And Penelope wasn't wrong. He did miss you, so much. Sometimes he would lay awake just wondering how someone he spent so little time with could take up such a large portion of his mind even years later.

"I do," he admitted. "But it's best to wait and see where she's at," Penelope nodded and turned her head to leave but stopped one moment before doing so to say.

"Sir, sometimes it's okay to hope."

He gave her a soft smile and she walked out of his office, closing the door behind him.

—

"Jack, guess who I saw before work today?"

"Dad, I'm never able to guess. What's the point?" his now ten-year-old lamented and Aaron laughed a little.

"I saw (N/N)."

That seemed to grab Jack's attention and he spun around.

"(N/N)? Like from our trip? (N/N) who gave me Vicky?"

"The one and only."

"No fair!"

"Wait, wait, wait," Aaron paused before his son could get any more upset. "Why do you think I brought out three of our nice plates for dinner?"

"She's coming here?"

Aaron nodded his head and Jack grinned, rushing over to hug his dad from all the excitement.

"Save some of it for (Y/N), she'll be excited to see you."

Jack waited for the rest of the afternoon eagerly by the door, ignoring all of Aaron's calls for help with dinner. When six o'clock finally rolled around, the doorbell rang and Jack excitedly bounced up, unlocked the door and flung it open.

"Oh my goodness, did you get taller or did I shrink?" Aaron heard a cheery voice at the door followed by a loud oof as he assumed Jack had just tackled you in a hug. "Jack, I missed you, buddy."

Aaron left the kitchen and saw that you still bent down to his level and had him in a tight squeeze.

"I missed you too," Jack told you. "I was so mad when dad said he saw you cause I didn't know you were coming here afterwards," he admitted and you laughed.

"Yes, I had to see both of you and your dad and I didn't get that much time to catch up because he had to head to work so we thought it might be nice if we had dinner together."

"Dad made roasted chicken and potatoes," he informed you.

"Your favourite right?" you chuckled and he nodded while you ruffled his hair before moving over to say hi to Aaron.

He pulled you into a quick hug and you pressed a somewhat hesitant kiss to his cheek as a greeting and you swore you could see him go a little red afterwards.

"Why don't we move over to the dining room," he suggested while clearing his throat. "Food's ready, can I get you anything to drink (Y/N)?"

"Just water would be great," you gave him a smile.

Dinner was served shortly after and you caught up a bit with both of them, seeing where they were at in their lives and what had changed since you last saw them. The BAU had gone through a few personnel shifts since then and Aaron was navigating that as best as he could while Jack was adjusting to his first year of middle school.

"(Y/N)," Jack started as you both helped Aaron clear the table after eating.

"What's up, buddy?"

"Why don't you stay here with me and dad?" he suggested. "You let us stay at your place when we were visiting Canada."

"As much as I would love to do that," you smiled. "I'm actually... I'm not visiting. I have my own place."

"Y-You do?" Aaron looked over at you and you nodded.

"Following work, right," you gave him a small smile. "I got a job at the INTERPOL branch here."

"Wow, that's-that's amazing," Aaron seemed genuinely happy for you. "Congrats."

"Yeah, congrats!" Jack added and you chuckled a little, giving him a big hug.

"Thank you, guys."

Dessert was homemade ice cream sundaes (with a note that they had attempted to make beaver tails once and it ended with a call to the fire department) and after that Jack was ushered off to bed by Aaron who insisted it was a school night and since you were around he'd have another chance to see you; which was then followed by another promise from you that you'd stop by again sometime later that week.

After Jack was in bed, Aaron came to join you in the living room but saw you peeking through the open arch in the dining room that led to his office.

"Looking for something?" he teased and you whipped your head around to meet his eyes.

"Just exploring a little," you admitted. "It's been a while, I just wanted to see if you'd changed much."

"If you ask someone else they might tell you something different but I think I'm pretty much the same," he said.

There was a moment of silence before he motioned for you to enter his office, giving you permission to look around.

You saw pictures on the shelves and the wall, most of them were of Jack, he had a few of his wife, Haley, and her family and you took a moment to look at those, examining what his family dynamic must have been like before you met.

Then you came to a photo positioned on the shelf, close to his desk.

It was one you had taken in Tofino together, all dressed in your wetsuits, the camera set on a timer. Jack was on Aaron's back and at the last second, before the camera took its shot, he scooped you up in his arms and lifted you up, causing you to laugh wildly for the picture.

"I forgot about this one," you smiled fondly, taking the frame off the shelf.

"Sometimes when I feel like maybe I need a vacation, I'll just take a look at that and it cures my wanderlust," Aaron noted, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning against his desk.

"It's the same for me but when I have homesickness," you added. "But I just look at this one," you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your camera roll, finding the picture the older couple had taken of the two of you at the viewpoint stop on the Malahat.

When Aaron looked up from your phone he noticed the gold chain around your neck and followed it until he saw the familiar amethyst pendant.

"You still wear this," he chuckled, gently picking up the pendant in his hands and causing you to look down.

"I never take it off," you admitted. "I guess it's kind of my good luck charm."

"Really? How so?"

"Well, it brought me back to you," you looked up at him. "I'd say that's pretty good luck."

Aaron thought back to what Penelope had told him earlier that day. Sometimes it was okay to hope. And right now he hoped that you still felt the same as him.

"Aaron, it's been three years, I... I really thought I wasn't going to see you again," you whispered. "A-And now I'm standing in your office, and you've got pictures of me, o-of us," you walked around behind his desk and noticed another one, the picture from the aquarium.

"Something to remember you by."

You couldn't help but smile as he said that, reaching over and taking his hand in yours, not having felt their more rough, calloused surface in years.

"You know what's the beautiful thing about falling in love with someone in such a short amount of time?"

"No," Aaron shook his head, coming closer to you. "What is it?"

"It seems to happen just as fast the second time around."

"(Y/N), I've thought about you every single day since we left," he admitted. "A-And the thought of having the chance to try this again... it's not just me, is it?"

"No, no it's not," you shook your head. "You remember when I said just a while back that I followed work here?"

Aaron nodded his head, listening intently.

"That wasn't entirely truthful, I followed my heart too. A lot, actually," you laughed a little to yourself, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks and an air of self-consciousness surrounding you.

"(Y/N), I don't know if this is way out of line, but... can I kiss you?" Aaron asked and you could feel your lips involuntarily pull into a smile.

"I'd really like that," you nodded and he carefully let go of your hand, moving to gently cradle your face instead.

This was a moment that had lived in his dreams and he wasn't ever sure if the chance to act on it would come, but here you were, standing before him and he was just as in love as he was that night on the beach three years ago.

As soon as his lips were on yours you wrapped your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.

"Aha! I knew it!"

You both pulled apart quickly and looked to where the voice had come from, seeing Jack in his pyjamas, looking up at the both of you.

You started to laugh a little nervously and Aaron peeled himself away from you before addressing his son.

"I thought you were supposed to be in bed," he raised a brow.

"And I thought you said you didn't have a crush on (N/N)," Jack smirked and Aaron playfully rolled his eyes before ruffling his hair and trying to turn him back towards his room.

"I didn't, Jack," he teased. "Trust me, you'll understand when you're older,"

"Understand what?" Jack slipped out of his dad's grasp and looked up at you.

"That he was madly in love with me and that's way worse than a crush," you joked back and Aaron poked your ribs to get you to be quiet while you and Jack giggled together. "Alright, come on Jack-Attack, maybe you'll stay in bed if I come and tuck you in."

"(Y/N), I'm ten, I don't need to be tucked in," he informed you.

"Do you want me to come and hang out until you fall asleep or not?" you raised a brow and Jack simply smiled and took your hand, dragging you over to his room while you looked back at Aaron and he knew you'd continue your talk later, even though at the point where you had left off there wasn't much talking.

Aaron sat in the living room waiting for you to come back out, but after about an hour he went to check up on you and Jack. The sight before him was not an unfamiliar one, but definitely sorely missed.

You were fast asleep on Jack's bed, his head tucked in the crook of your neck while you both snored quietly.

Aaron chuckled a little to himself and went out to grab an extra blanket and laid it over top of you, leaning down to press a kiss to both your foreheads.

Sometimes, it was okay to hope.

—

"Sir, you do realize you're living the most romantic life of all time. It's practically a movie!"

"Penelope, it was just one dinner," he shook his head, but clearly couldn't hide the smile from his face.

"Yeah, a dinner that turned into a sleepover that turned into two dates!"

"Keep your voice down," he hushed her gently and she apologized quickly.

"But sir, I don't know how much more obvious it could be," she grinned. "You guys are so in love!"

Aaron had no response to that, mainly due to the fact that it was true. Having you around was true bliss. He could see you slowly becoming like a true mother figure to Jack, someone he was sure Haley would approve of.

You stopped by almost every day, even if it was only for a five-minute visit or to say good night to Jack before bed, or good morning before he left for school.

It may have only been a few weeks, but hell, Aaron wanted to fast-track it all. He wanted you around all the time. He would have you move in with them in a heartbeat.

"Garcia, you know you might actually end up getting what you want," he said.

"What I want, sir, what did I want?" she asked.

"To meet her. She knows about you all and well, she wants to meet you too."

"Really?" Penelope beamed. "Oh my Lord! I can't wait!" she grinned. "Then I won't have to keep it a secret any longer!"

"That you won't," he chuckled. "But I hope you know I do appreciate your discretion these past few years," his smile was kind and she nodded.

"Of course, I knew it was hard for you to leave her. It was the least I could do."

Aaron wasn't one to be very physically affectionate with his co-workers often, but he thought this situation merited it. He walked past his desk and gave Penelope a big hug along with another thank you and she gladly accepted it.

She then went to go to her office to grab a few things and while she did that, Aaron could hear a slight clamour from the briefing room.

Curious, he exited his office and walked towards the sound, incredibly surprised to see you and Jack standing in front of him surrounded by most of the team.

"(Y/N), Jack? What's going on?" he asked and you both turned around with smiles on your faces.

"Well, Jack and I were spending the day together and he really wanted to come and visit you so I didn't see the harm."

Penelope entered the room next and gasped at the sight of you, pointing her finger and looking at Aaron before he nodded.

"Oh my God, you're her!" she exclaimed.

"Wait, you know who she is, baby girl?" Derek asked but Penelope was still in shock and ignoring him.

"Oh my God, oh my God, you're even prettier than your pictures," she grinned and enveloped you in a big hug. "Oh goodness! Where are my manners! I'm Penelope!" she introduced herself. "Hotch's told me a lot about you."

"And he's told me about you too," you chuckled. "It's so nice to meet you, Penelope. I hope you liked the stuffed moose."

"Wait, that was you?" she asked pulling you away so you were at arm's length and you nodded. "That is literally my favourite stuffed animal out of all of my stuffed animals."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Okay, will someone please explain what the hell is going on and why Penelope is the only person that knows?" JJ interrupted and the room went silent, all eyes on Aaron.

"Um," he cleared his throat and looked over at you and Jack. "This is (Y/N)," he introduced and you waved to everyone. "We met a few years ago on the trip Jack and I took to Vancouver Island, and um..." Aaron was looking for the right words but his expression said it all.

"No way man," Derek chuckled. "On your trip?" he asked simply knowing that Jack was still in the room and you both nodded your heads.

"But she lives here now and we've been seeing each other for a bit," he smiled and reached over for your hand.

"Dad just get to the point: she's your girlfriend," Jack rolled his eyes and the team laughed along with you.

"It's nice to meet you all," you waved. "And I think Penelope was only made aware of what happened on the trip in exchange for some other information was it?" you asked Aaron and he nodded. "But either way, cat's out of the bag."

"Yes it is," Aaron sighed and ruffled Jack's hair before pulling you in a little closer.

"You do know this means we're going to have an adult dinner night and you guys are going to tell us everything," Dave noted.

"Honestly, after that cabin you paid for in Tofino, you can have whatever you want," you joked and Aaron nudged you cause he knew everyone would take you up on plenty of details. "Well, Jack and I would love to stay but I have to drag him home and help with homework."

Jack waved goodbye at everyone and so did you. Aaron was only sure of one thing, in that moment, there would be no more work getting done.

—

"A fort?" you asked. "You want to build a fort?"

"Like how we did at your house," Jack explained.

"I mean you did ask him what he wanted to do," Aaron shrugged and you stuck your tongue out at him.

"I know I just wasn't expecting such a blast from the past," you chuckled. "Okay, where do you want it built?"

"In the living room, we can bring my mattress out so we can all sleep together tonight," Jack suggested. "You can sleepover right?"

"Sure I can," you nodded. "I just have to leave early tomorrow so I can go home and grab some stuff for work."

"Sweet," Jack grinned. "Okay, dad, you grab the chairs."

"Oh, so I actually get to help this time," he teased and Jack simply shoved him towards the dining room with a laugh.

It took a bit of effort to make the fort because it had to be big enough for all three of you, but once you had the structure down it was only a matter of strategically placing the blankets.

"Why don't we all get changed into something more comfortable," Aaron suggested. "Then we can all climb inside."

"I like that idea," you nodded. "Me first!"

You and Jack both raced to your separate rooms and changed your clothes, Aaron coming to join you a moment later.

As the night went on you turned on the TV and picked a movie off Netflix to watch until Jack was quietly snoring against your arm.

Recently you'd been counting your blessings, seeing how much moving here was more than just a work opportunity. It brought back something you were never sure you'd have the chance to have again.

"What's on your mind?" Aaron asked quietly, using the remote to shut off the TV.

"I don't know, I'm just happy I guess," you mumbled tiredly. "Are you happy?"

"Very," he nodded. "You are the greatest gift any power in the universe could have ever given to me."

"And you are the cheesiest serious man I've ever met," you teased.

"Yes, but you love me," he chuckled.

"I very much do."

Aaron leaned in and offered you a soft kiss before snuggling closer and wrapping his arms around you and Jack. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait before letting all of his love pour out of him, but that's just the way he felt with you. It wasn't something he could control, he was at the whim of his own heart and he'd never been more content to not be in control.

—

"Wait, you're taking time off?" Penelope asked. "Like willingly? No one is making you do this?"

"No, it's completely of my own volition," Aaron chuckled as he packed his things up for the day. "It's just a week and (Y/N) was going back to visit Lila and Jack wanted to go so I thought we'd make a trip of it and go West."

"You'll meet her dad then? And brother and sisters?"

"That's the plan. We've all talked over the phone and skyped, but haven't met in person yet," he explained. "And I um," he paused and licked his bottom lip with a chuckle. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sir, I think I've proved how well I can keep a secret the past two years," she chuckled.

"I'm going to ask (Y/N)'s father for his blessing and then I want to ask (Y/N) to marry me," he shared.

"Oh my God! Hotch, that's amazing!" Penelope clapped her hands together and ran to wrap him up in a hug. "A-Are you going to do it on your trip?" she asked.

"That's the hope," he said. "If her dad gives me his blessing I want to take her to a beach we visited together last time we were there and propose to her there."

"Well, my lips are sealed."

"I'm forever grateful for your discretion," Aaron gave her a small smile. "I'll see you when I get back."

"Have a good trip, and let me know how things go!"

"You'll be the first person I call," he nodded.

Aaron left the office and drove over to his apartment to pick up Jack and their things. They would stay at your place for the night because it was closer to the airport. Jack loved having sleepovers at your house. Granted they didn't happen super often, but that's what made them special, the three of you all cramped in the tiny apartment, sometimes Jack would sleep on the couch and other times you'd insist he share the bed with you and Aaron. It was, after all, the only big thing in the whole place.

"So are you excited?" Aaron asked you.

"Hell yes!" Jack high fived you and you laughed.

"What he said," you nodded. "I haven't been able to see them since we were last there. Well, all of them except dad, he helped move me in down here, but still, it'll be nice to have the whole family in one place."

"I'm looking forward to meeting everyone in person."

"And I'm so happy you get to meet them all this time," you sighed and thought about your family members. "Just don't pay too much mind to Daniel, he can get a little overprotective, but aside from him you should be fine."

"I'll make sure he doesn't get to me. Now, we should probably eat dinner and then tuck in early so we can be at the airport to catch our flight tomorrow."

There was a small protest from Jack until you agreed with Aaron.

"Your dad's right, buddy, we've got to be at the airport at the latest by 6 in the morning, so we need all the rest we can get."

"Alright," he sighed. "But we're getting pizza for dinner, right?"

Aaron nodded. "Let me call it in."

He left the kitchen for a moment to make the call in a quiet area while you and Jack sat together at the small counter.

"So you're excited to see Wes, Ollie, and Rae?"

Jack nodded his head. "I missed them a lot when we left. It's nice that we get to videochat with them now, but it'll be good to see them in person too."

"Yeah, I agree, and you'll get to meet Millie and Jesse this time too."

"Do your other sisters have kids?"

"One of them does," you shook your head. "She and her wife have a son and then for my other sister, it's just her and her husband. She's like me."

"Like you? But you have me," Jack chuckled and your lips pulled into a smile.

"You're right, I do have you," you pressed a kiss to his forehead and he gave you a big hug. "And your dad's like a big kid sometimes too," you joked and Jack laughed.

"What are you two troublemakers giggling about?" Aaron asked as he stepped back into the room.

"Oh nothing," you hummed.

He looked at you both skeptically but you soon moved onto dinner and what the plan was for the next day.

You were all in bed early and excited with anticipation of your big trip.

Thankfully, the next morning your travels went without a hitch and you arrived safely in Victoria where your dad picked you up and you all drove down to Nanaimo to meet Lila and your three other siblings, Daniel, Calliope, and Velina.

You watched as Aaron chatted with your dad quietly because Jack had fallen fast asleep in the backseat with you. The plane ride didn't prove to be the best place for him to rest.

But the second you pulled into Lila's driveway and gently tapped the young boy he was up as fast as a bullet and the first one out of the car to go reunite with his friends.

Before Aaron and your dad stepped inside the house they exchanged a few words quietly and informed you that they'd come in later after they'd had a quick walk to stretch their legs.

When you walked into the house it came to no surprise when you were bombarded with hugs from your siblings.

"(N/N) it's been over five years, what the hell!" Callie squealed and you laughed while she pulled you into a hug before passing you off to Daniel, then Vilena, then finally Lila and Charlie.

"So where is he?" Callie's wife, Thea, asked, nudging your elbow.

"He's taking a walk with dad, it was a long plane ride," you waved your hand. "They'll be in soon."

And after you had gotten all settled, a cup of coffee in your hands, your dad and Aaron walked through the door acting all buddy-buddy and you smiled at the sight of them.

"Hey, look who finally decided to show up," you grinned. "Honey, come say hi."

Aaron came further inside and your dad introduced him to the rest of your siblings before he came to you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

Lila grinned when she saw the two of you and when she went and said her hellos to Aaron she gave him a big kiss on the cheek and squeezed him tight.

"I'm so glad she found her way back to you," she whispered to him.

"Me too," Aaron nodded.

As you had warned Aaron, Daniel was quite protective of you, but a little less so than with past boyfriends because they had talked over the phone.

"Jack's having a good time with all the kids," you smiled. "You think we could make this an annual trip so it doesn't have to be so long between each time we see them?"

"Sounds like a good reason to use my annual leave," Aaron smiled. "And maybe they can come visit us every once in a while too."

"In our tiny apartments?" you laughed.

"Maybe we'll have a house by then," he hummed and wrapped his arms around you. "A house, maybe a dog or a cat too."

"How about both?" you asked.

"We can name the cat Dog and the dog Cat," he joked and you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you, dork."

"I love you too," Aaron smiled.

You all had a big barbecue dinner that night, kids and adults scattered all over the dining and living room while you visited and ate food with each other. It was busy, and messy, but it was your family and you were so happy to share that with Aaron and Jack.

Once things had settled down and the kids were watching a movie before bed Aaron came and wrapped his arms around you from behind as you watched the kids piled up in the living room.

"Hey sweetheart," he hummed. "What do you say we go for a little nighttime walk on the beach?"

"Hmm?" you looked over at him.

"I talked to your dad and Lila and they said they'll take care of Jack," he explained. "Just for a little me and you time, for old time's sake?"

"When you put it like that," you grinned and turned around smiling as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and dragged you towards the door.

"So where are you taking me?" you asked once you were in the car and on the highway.

"I thought it might be nice to visit someplace familiar," he shrugged.

You started to recognize the route the closer you got and you smiled to yourself. You really had managed to land yourself a sentimental one.

When you got out of the car Aaron came to hold your hand while you watched the water crash onto the shore.

"I can't believe this is where we had our first kiss," you hummed.

"And second and third and fourth," Aaron added and you chuckled, allowing him to hold you close against him as a shield from the wind.

You started to walk onto the rocky beach and once you had gotten to around the spot where you sat together three years ago, instead of facing the water and watching the ocean, Aaron turned to look at you.

"(Y/N), s-sweetheart, can I ask you something?"

"Sure honey, what is it?" you asked, facing him and feeling one of his hands in yours and seeing the other shoved deep into his pocket.

"Umm, I-I'm not too sure what to say anymore," he said candidly. "I had a whole thing prepared and now that I'm in front of you, j-just trying to say it, it wouldn't be enough," he shook his head. "Nothing I could ever write or say could express how much you mean to me and how much I've come to love you."

"Aaron, what's going on?" you asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Okay, I-I know it's early," he started. "And we've only been dating a few months, but I really can't wait."

You watched as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, standing on one knee in front of you and pulling out a ring from his pocket.

"You gave this to me when I had to leave you three years ago," he said as you stared down at your mother's wedding ring, held so delicately in between his fingers. "And now I want to use it to ask you to stay with me forever."

"Oh my God," you whispered. "Aaron, oh my God,"

"(Y/N) (L/N)," he smiled up at you. "Would you make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife?"

You nodded your head vigorously and let out a wimpy yes, held back by the emotion overflowing in your voice.

He slipped the ring on your finger and stood back up, kissing you hard, like he could wait to spend every second of the rest of his life with you.

And in that moment, Aaron realized sometimes his perfect things didn't always leave him, they just needed some time to find their way back.

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7 years later...

"Jack, why don't you go find your cousins," you poked the seventeen-year-old's chest as you walked inside Lila's home.

"Trying to get rid of me, mom?" he widened his eyes dramatically and you punched him to get him to lay off.

"Yeah, now shoo! I'm sure Raegan has someone she wants you to meet or beat up, or both," you shrugged and Jack shook his head with a small laugh. "Did you get everything?" you asked while Aaron walked into the house.

"Almost everything," he sighed.

"Oh goodness," you cleared your throat and stuck your head out the door. "Victoria Penelope! If you don't come soon mommy's gonna close the door!"

There was a squeal from the car and Victoria jumped out of her seat, Vicky the whale under her arm as she rushed into the house.

"Daddy! Mommy's being mean."

"Tori, mom was just trying to get you inside so you could say hi to your auntie and uncle," Aaron bent down so he was at eye level with your daughter, but she still didn't seem to be happy with that answer.

But when she saw her big brother come into the room she ran into his arms and he picked her up with ease.

"Okay Miss Victoria, what is it this time?" Jack asked.

"Mommy and Daddy are being mean," she huffed.

"Oh yeah? Well, what if they're the only people who can save you from the tickle monster!"

Victoria squealed again and you were the one to come to her rescues while Aaron pressed kisses all over her face.

"Daddy! That tickles too!" she giggled.

"Oh what?" Lila asked, coming into the foyer to greet you. "This?"

She replaced Aaron's kisses with her own and Victoria gave her the biggest belly laugh.

"Auntie!"

She was soon passed over so she could say hi to all her cousins and her aunt and uncle while you and Aaron took a second to breathe.

Seven years passed by in the blink of an eye. But you wouldn't change a thing. Not one.

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duplicitywrites · 3 years ago

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What are some of your favorite Tomarry fics that you’ve read? Why were they your favorites?

oooo boy. this is a shortlist, a small sample. i am sure there are many amazing fics out there i have not read/have yet to read!

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger Voldemort is dead. It's Christmas, and Harry's just opened a gift from Fred and George Weasley.

a well-known fan favourite, i believe, but i'd be remiss if i failed to include it. i've only read it twice, but for me, this is a story to be savoured, so some more time will have to pass before i give it a re-read.

'touching' is an apt descriptor i will apply here. i admire and adore the relationship between tom and harry in this story. 'a case of you' in particular is a song i love as well. i do find i prefer character-centric stories over plot-centric stories, and this preference reflects in my own writing.

Kisses Cursed by The_Fictionist Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast. Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago. Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

this story is fantastic. a clever and inventive take on a classic fairytale, with a lovely darkness that serves to intrigue rather than horrify. the gothic, fairytale setting along with the mystery aspect really drew me in.

i believe i read this fic in its entirety in one sitting, finished it, then immediately reread the entire thing again the following day. strangely enough, i have yet to revisit! however, i will credit this fic as part of the reason why i got into tomarry. the analysis that could be done on the characters, the plot, the imagery... it is endless.

Animus, Anima by Maiathoustra In limbo, Harry doesn't choose to go back to the Forbidden Forest to face Voldemort. He makes another decision and finds himself in a baby's body: little Tom Riddle. Years pass and intimately bind the orphan and his imaginary friend, in a hopeless and incestuous relationship. Indeed, all the odd events of Tom Riddle's life happen in spite of Harry's presence: could he be the one who provokes them? This is Tom Riddle's entire life, as close to canon as possible, if he shared his body with Harry Potter (and fell in love with him).

this is the author's english translation of their existing (French) work. the concept of this story was already enough to bait me, admittedly; the 'disembodied voice with future knowledge in someone's head' is a trope i have read and enjoyed in other fics before.

this particular fic follows tom's journey from infancy to adulthood, with harry along for the ride. however, the journey of their relationship is what makes this story shine in my eyes. it is an unique exploration of a unique relationship. harry, in particular, has a fascinating character arc as he struggles with his feelings for tom coupled with his knowledge of the future.

this story makes me wish dearly that i could read french; the english descriptions are creative, detailed, and evocative on their own, so i can only imagine the elevation they receive in the author's native language. overall, 'emotional roller coaster' is an accurate tag. the ending had me tearing up, which is a rarity for me!

#asks #anonymous #tomarry #fic rec #i have another ask sitting in my inbox for recs but i do not have the recs as of this moment so it shall languish for some time to come #maybe this is surprising but i don't read that much??? i spend a lot of time writing or pretending to write #for me reading has become more of a detox thing where i refresh my perspective by taking a peek at someone else's #i used to be a voracious reader and part-time writer #now all i do is write #every so often i will skim the ao3 tomarrymort tag and read a one-shot or something but that's about it skdjgskgsdgs #anyways i highly rec all of these stories

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phoenixtakaramono · 3 years ago

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So I'm here to say that I really love your Bingyuan fic! The research you do for it and share with us is just amazing! I also have a q regarding LBG. From SV we know that he felt admiration for his Shizun so do you think that if SJ wasn't cruel to him LBG's admiration would've grown into love and attraction like it did in LBH's case for SY? Which then also raises a question: would LBH/LBG fall in love with any Shizun who was kind to him? Or was he just drawn to SJ's type of personality. WDYT?

Hi there, Anon! I’m glad you’re liking the Untold Tale! Thanks for reading! I think it lowkey helps when the story I’m writing (in general) is from a culture I’m familiar with and that I know some of its language nuances (just general Mainland dialect; I’m unfamiliar with Shanghainese, the Beijing dialect, etc etc). So fortunately for me, as someone who is Chinese but was born in the Western side of the world speaking Mandarin to family and friends, emulating the Chinese aesthetic and atmosphere in TUT comes a little bit easier to me than someone who did not grow up with this culture. I bet if I had been raised in China, I would be able to write something even more multilayered and deep but, alas, the youthful rebellious me of the past hadn’t taken my pinyin and Chinese character writing lessons seriously so I can only communicate verbally and understand audibly 😫. It’s very special for us writers in fandoms to be able to write a story of a culture that we actually know and can identify with. But high key it’s been immensely fun injecting some references of things I’ve come to notice from watching period C-dramas and the C-novels I’ve read, and I’ve come to learn interesting things about Chinese history and mythology even I didn’t know! So the story really writes itself.

Shen Jiu (OG!Shen Qingqiu)

To answer your question 🤔, to be honest this is why the SVSSS fandom is great—because there’s so many interpretations of the original source material. That’s why we have our headcanons and fanfictions to explore these many different possibilities. So for me personally, I can see it happening both ways: *1) LBG does develop a crush/falls in love with SJ, or 2) no matter how SJ treats him LBG regards him respectfully or coldly. I think Possibility 1 is more likely, since SY transmigrated into SQQ and we saw what happened with “Bunhe.”

Now, mind, for Possibility 1 to be more likely to happen, the SJ in PIDW will have to undergo a massive personality change/ a change of heart/ develop a good conscience and will need to clean up his image aka clear up the massive misunderstandings from PIDW canon (like him being mistaken as a pervert for Ning Yingying, visiting whorehouses, killing LQG, etc). It’ll be difficult though considering who Airplane has changed SJ into for his stallion harem novel (reading through SVSSS, my impression of PIDW besides it being the harem stallion novel is that it sounds similar to a “dog blood plot,” where audiences tune in to see how the villains are brought to justice). I literally have a line from TUT in a future chapter where SY says this about SJ since I will resurrect SJ and bring him into the story for closure:

People like Shen Qingqiu naturally had a set of deeply-rooted values. If one wanted to change them, it’d be easier to just have them reincarnate. (—TUT, ch???)

At his core, he’s a flawed man (which makes sense with the underlying cycle of abuse theory, considering his upbringing and backstory). He’s jealous and petty and prickly. His image is that of a proud and cold immortal. In Chinese terms, he’s the type of character archtype who I can see being àojiāo (definitely not canon characterization; this is just a stray thought that amuses me) in a romantic relationship.

LBH will have to recognize that^, or be in a position where he finds SJ’s caustic side endearing instead. He will also have to be extremely patient with him (although, since the joke in SVSSS is that LBH is an incurable M, it shouldn’t be that hard).

A fun thing about OG!SQQ is that he’s the cannon fodder scumbag villain of PIDW. He’s the reason LBG blackened from a white lotus. And, as you know, villains aka antagonists aka bad boys resonate strongly with people for a reason. That’s why we see a lot of Enemies to Lovers tropes, etc. It squicks me to use this phrase but “the allure of dating a ‘bad boy’ is strong.” SJ is that type of bad boy we could identify as a “fixer-upper project” (ugh, that phrase)—even with the red flags and warning signs—especially for those said to have a troubled past with rejecting neglectful parental figures/ family members/ friends and have have not outgrown their wish to convert that sort of person into a loving, accepting person. When we want something we can’t or shouldn’t have, our desire for it grows exponentially. In fanfiction this is a concept writers and readers can explore safely in a world of the imaginary.

From a Meta Perspective

Although, if we look at it meta-ly, the cold and proud and/or knowledgeable Shizun (teacher/ master) character who comes to know love and “is redeemed” by whomever is the love interest (typically a cute and quirky girl who may or may not have started off as naive to the innerworkings of the Cultivation World and therefore needs an established and mature mentor to guide them) is a very well-known archetype for a reason in Chinese fan culture.

Seeing a terrible person change their ways and try to become a better person because of the influence of the one they love is also a popular depiction for a reason.

It’s almost like gap moe. The crueler and aloof one starts out as (arrogance is a staple), the more impactful the shift is when we see such characters soften their edges.

The draw of the sacred master/disciple relationship is that it’s taboo, so I think it’s fair to say that such a relationship in fiction is a popular trope precisely because of this aspect. From a writer’s perspective, the main appeal is to show that there is someone out there who can cause this respectful figure to lose control (undergo emotional change) and go to great lengths to protect his/her precious person. That precious person also has to fall into the “not like other girls” trope (so they can show the ML a different world he would not have seen the beauty of before). On the other side, we look forward to the point of the story where the love interest has their “Oh” moment and realizes their admiration has somehow shifted into love and attraction over the course of events.

Other Romantic Possibilities

It’s very likely. I personally like the fanon headcanon where anyone with Heavenly Demon blood running through their veins feels a compulsion to “obsessively fixate on one person” (TLJ —> SXY, LBH —> SQQ). Personally I don’t recall if this was canon or fanon, but someone had written something about LBH imprinting on one person in his lifetime on the account of his demon nature. And I like that theory (I think it’s likely more fanon than anything but it’s an intriguing idea full of possibilities!).

For him to fixate romantically on one person, I personally don’t think the prerequisite is just by being kind to LBH (but it probably adds to the person’s appeal). There’s probably other factors that go into this to capture the male protagonist’s eye, such as him finding someone attractive (or passes his own personal standards) and/or having good chemistry with that person. So I could see him being into other Shizuns and whomever else. Personally I also think there is appeal in the unobtainable. It’s one thing to have someone’s affection (see LBG and his harem of 600 wives who definitely aren’t shy about giving him affection), but it’s another to know you’ve earned the affections of someone you really like and respect (especially if it’s someone thought to be unobtainable).

As long as the writer can provide a plausible justification for me to suspend disbelief and they set up events to justify it, I can swallow just about any ship possibility. It doesn’t necessarily have to be SJ’s type of personality. (For example, I read a very good fanfiction before where the writer paired Luo Binghe with Ming Fan. Ming Fan, people!!! And they actually pulled it off! What a madlad! Mind, it’s Shen Yuan who had transmigrated into MF in that premise, but the writer set up events that showed how these two characters came to bond and develop a deep friendship which inevitably had LBH developing a crush on his shixiong. I use this as an example because this is the type of unexpected (crack)ship, but because the writer did their work trying to make it seem plausible, we can only admire their hard work and effort at pulling it off.)

As the saying goes, there are plenty of fishes in the sea! As the protagonist, LBH/LBG can have many OTP possibilities with just about anyone as long as the writer can make it plausible. It’s all about the character development and the story/ central themes they wish to tell with the ship!

(Note, these really aren’t hot takes, lol. I’m just having fun answering to this casually from the perspective of a writer. Thank you for your Ask, anon!)

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